Unexpected Turn - Once Again

SexyChele

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OOC: And once again, this is a closed thread between SexyChele and Unit555. Any comments welcomed.

IC:
From the moment I showered and dressed in that hotel room 5 months ago, I have been able to think of little else other than Steve, the man who turned my world upside down in one delicious night.

We had managed to stay in touch, over the internet and on the phone, but had yet to meet again. It seemed our responsibilities in real life constantly kept us from making definite plans. I had despaired of meeting Steve again, instead resigning myself to brief interludes via the computer and the phone.

When one day I received the following email:

Dear Cathy,
I have reserved a cabin high in the mountains above Denver for a long weekend - just the 2 of us. I believe you will find a flight that leaves Thursday afternoon arriving in Denver in the early evening. I will meet you at the airport.
Steve


I gasp as I read the email. But today was Monday! I quickly look at my schedule, and after checking with my boss, am able to secure the time off. Denver? Now? I envisioned long evenings sitting in front of a fire, the snow gently falling outside.

But then a smile crosses my lips. I've learned a few things since I was last with Steve. Things I had hoped he would enjoy, things I had hoped he would want to try.

As Thursday approached, I found myself eager and anticipating the day. A friend dropped me off at the airport, and I boarded the flight, more excited than I would have dreamed. The flight was not very long, and before I knew it we were touching down in Denver.

I held my breath, as I stood up. Then took a couple of deep breaths before starting down the aisle. I caught the few appreciative glances from other male passengers, and was glad of the tight jeans and soft, form-fitting cashmere sweater I had selected. The heels of my boots added just the right amount of height, and I quickly ran my fingers through my hair.

Walking into the reception area, I notice him almost immediately. Standing back from the crowd, a slight grin on his face. I rush from the crowd and throw myself into his arms. Feeling his body crush against mine, I realize the time apart seems as though to have been but a wisp of smoke in time.
 
Steve

Five months seemed liked five years. Cathy occupied my thoughts like no one ever had. A week after our encounter, my wife decided she had enough. She left me for some rich young buisness type she met at the gym. That was alright with me. In five years of marriage, I never made enough or did enough to make her happy. It had been coming for so long,I wasn't even upset. Relief would be a better description. Now we could get on with our lives. I even hope she will be happy with Mr. Wallstreet. Poor bastard. He had no idea what he is in for.

Cathy is different. At least I think she is different. We had only actually known each other for less than a day before she was gone. I read every email she sent with great enthusiasm. They oinly increased my sense of longing for her.

My email invitation had been a gamble. I hoped she would accept and we could relive that night. Now here I am standing in the airport waiting for a glimpse.

There she is! She looks even better then I remembered. She leapt into my arms and I closed her in a big bear hug. Our lips met and all those pleasant memories came back in a rush.

"I'm so glad to see you." I told her. I scooped up her bag and slipped an arm around her small waist. "Let's get out of here. Your chariot awaits."
 
I had been a little worried as I stepped from the plane. Sometimes a combination of one night followed by email correspondance does not always work out well. But the second I felt his arms squeeze me tight, his lips on mine, I knew that I had made the right choice to fly to his arms.

Laughing as though we were just a couple of kids, we made our way out to the 4 wheel drive he had rented. The air was brisk, cool, yet there was minimal snow on the ground.

"I hope you didn't come for the skiing. There hasn't been much snow lately. Though they think there could be some this weekend."

Shivering slightly, I smiled as he opened the door for me.

"No, skiing was not upper-most in my mind. I had, uh, other thoughts occupying that brain space."

I heard him load my bags in the back, and then suddenly he was sliding into the seat next to me. As he managed his way out of the airport, I took off the jacket, and threw it in the backseat. By the time we hit the open highway, I could no longer hold back.

Sliding along the front seat, I reached up and kissed my way up to his earlobe. Sucking gently, I let my hand trail along his thigh, slowly making my way up to his groin. Playing with the waistband of his jeans, I felt his stomach tighten, and I giggled against his neck.

Undoing his jeans, sliding the zipper down, his cock suddenly sprang to life.

"A little glad to see, huh?"

"Well, what do you think?"

Kissing the side of his mouth, my hand started to move along the shaft of his cock, lingering at the head to feel the pre-cum accumulating there. Smiling at him, I glance at the road.

"I do hope that you are a safe driver."

"Of course, why?"

"Well, consider this a little test."

Slipping the sweater over my head, I smile as his eyes quickly take in my breasts, freed from their soft prison. Laughing, I lean over, licking his cock up and down, tasting him for the first time in 5 months. As my lips closed around the head of his cock, my hand reached into his jeans, pulling on his balls, squeezing them, and feeling their firmness.

I feel his hand reach under me, his fingers running along my breast, until they find the nipple. Rubbing it between his fingers, I moan against his cock, as I slide down further and further, sucking, my tongue darting around the shaft. I feel the truck moving faster, but I do not let up on the delicious cock before me.
 
I could scarcely believe this was the same woman I had known a few short months ago. Replacing the 'all-business ice queen' was a hot-blooded temptress. I'm sure my eyes nearly popped out of my head when her amazing breasts came into view. The firm, perfect spheres faced me without a hint of sag or stretch.

My half-hard cock was completely erect when she delicately fished it from my jeans. I moaned loudly when her lips surrounded my rod. This must be what an addict feels when he finds a long overdo fix. Her mouth was heaven. reached down with my right hand to cup her breast and gently squeeze her nipple. I groaned again as the tip of her tongue probed every place on my cock while her sucking lips massaged my shaft.

I glanced down and saw we we doing nearly 85. I did not want the moment interrupted by the state patrol so I slowed the vehicle down to a more respectable speed and set the cruise control. We had a while to go before our exit and there were few other cars on the road so I settled in and enjoyed the magical things she was doing to me and let the Blazer autopilot down the road.
 
Hearing his moans and sighs only encouraged me to move along his shaft, sucking harder, my head bobbing up and down with increasing speed. With one hand cupping his balls, I began to pull and squeeze and roll them in my hand. My lips wrapped as tightly as possible around his cock, my tongue darting back and forth, wanting to taste all of him.

I felt the Blazer slow slightly, and smiled inwardly at the thought of him slowly losing control. Moving one hand at the base of his shaft, my lips working the head, I feel his hand begin to squeeze my breast and tease my nipple. Unable to control myself, I push myself into him, wanting to feel more and more....

I slow my movements slightly when Steve begins to buck his hips, sensing he is about to cum. No, not yet. Not for a while. Lifting my mouth from his cock, I gently allow my fingers to play over the sensitive and soft skin, still in wonder at his size. Briefly glancing out of the window, I see that we have left Denver and are making a steady climb into the mountains. The sun is gone, but Steve seems to know where we are going, so I relax. A moan from Steve brings me back to reality.

"Please, baby, you can't stop now!"

Moving my gaze to him, I smile and lean towards him as my lips search out his. Pulling away, I move over to his ear, gently nibbling on the lobe.

"Oh, I have no intention of stopping, Steve. None whatsoever."

And with those words, I lean back down and once again slide his erection deep into my mouth. Now, however, I am no longer teasing. As I suck his member hard, my tongue teases and tempts the head, as my hands busily stroke his shaft and balls. I feel Steve's hand on the back of my head, guiding me, showing me the speed he feels comfortable with. Following that, I pick it up quickly, and begin to suck and lick, feeling his cock swell against my tongue, his balls draw up to his body.

As his body tenses, I hear his groans, and am shortly rewarded by feeling my mouth fill with his salty seed. Swallowing quickly, careful not to spill a drop, I realize all over again just how much I enjoy the taste of him. As his cock spasms in my mouth, I genty lick the head clean, wondering how quickly I can do this again.

But then, I think of the few surprises I've brought with me on my trip. I can see that patience is something I need to work on....
 
The feeling of her mouth on my cock was amazing. It felt as though she were pulling a piece of life from me as came in her mouth. Her tongue and insistent lips pulled every drop of cum I had to offer. My breathing was ragged and my heart pounded as she sat up and kissed me on the cheek. Oh, how I had missed this woman.

"How was it lover?" she whispered in my ear.

"You have to ask. I think you've seen the evidence. It was unforgettable." I replied with a smile.

We still had quite a distance yet to go and our exit was not due for awhile so I thought I should repay he kindness.

Cathy had gently tucked my rod back into my pants and sat as cose to me as she could. I placed my large hand on her inner thigh and caressed her firm legs.

Cathy moaned softly in appreciation. "I see that I still have your attention."

"Dont worry. You won't lose my attention anytime soon."

I slid up to the crotch of her jeans and felt th warmth underneath the tight denim.

"Why dont you slide those down and I'll make this truly memorable." She looked around but there was not much traffic on the road. Besides, the big Blazer rode higher than most anything else around us. She finally came to a desicion and reache dfor the button on her pants. In an instant, her jeans and panties were in a heap on the floor. She leaned and spread her perfect thighs in anticipation.

I placed my hand on her pubic bone and let my fingers gently dance over her bare skin. She was so soft and smooth. Cathy closed her eyes and sighed happily as I gently played. The tips of my fingers moved down and traced gentle patterns on her outer lips. After a time, I slowly plowed one finger betwen her pussy lips, not enough to penetrate, but enough to signal what would come and bring a moan from her lips.

My fingers traced their way back up until they found the head of her swollen clit. With my index and middle fingers, I circled the tiny organ alternating with a light and firm touch.
 
OOC: OMG! Did I miss your birthday!?!?!?! I am SO sorry! Talk about spacing out on other things. I hope it was very enjoyable, and that you did all the things I would have done, if it were my birthday! Great big belated birthday kiss to ya, hon!

IC:
Taking off my jeans and panties in the Blazer made me feel so totally wanton. Thinking back on just a few months earlier, I would never have done anything remotely like this. Yet, with Steve, it seemed the only to do.

Sitting on the seat, facing him, my thighs spread before him, I could feel the slight heat from the Blazer brushing the skin of my thigh. Nervously looking out the windows, I could see there wasn't much traffic, and those that we can in contact with were much lower than the Blazer. But what if we passed a big rig? Or another truck the same height or higher? Not only would I be spread wantonly before Steve, but also before any other drivers that could peek into the windows.

I was surprised that the thought excited me even further.

As Steve's fingers began to play with my sex, I leaned back against my arms, back arched, offering myself to him fully. As he probed my pussy, I pushed against his hand, but he pulled back just enough to not penetrate. Moving against the seat, my only concentration his fingers. Playing over my lips, stroking my wetness, my moans filling the truck.

His fingers began to play over my clit, and as they did so, I found myself spreading my legs wider, placing one leg over the seat back, while I place my other foot on the dashboard. I could see the bulge in his jeans begin to grow once more, and the thought that his cock would soon be where his fingers were dancing caused a thrill to run through me.

"Yes, Steve, make me cum. Make me cum hard!"

His fingers began to move with even faster speed, and my body responded. I could feel my juices dripping from my pussy down to the seat, and I suddenly felt one of his fingers at the entrance to my pussy. Not entering, but moving ever so slightly around the opening, coaxing out even more of my body's juices. As the scent of my sex filled the cab, I became obsessed with cumming.

Moving frantically against his fingers, I could feel him occasionally pull back. Teasing me, taunting, wanting to see how badly I wanted what he could give to me. Groaning loudly, I began to plead with him, to which he first grinned and then laughed outright.

"My, but you are impatient this evening, aren't you, Cathy?"

Growling under my breath, I tried to grab his hand, to push it into me. Steve laughed as he pulled away.

"Oh no, not until I say so. Just relax! Enjoy the ride up here...."

Yet, his fingers wouldn't stop, and I was close to insanity wanting him and to cum. Throwing my head back, I let his fingers roam over my sex, felt him bring me to the brink of orgasm, only to pull suddenly away.

I felt the Blazer pull a hard right and then a left. We bumped along for what seemed quite a long time, before I felt the Blazer stop.

"Well, sorry, Cathy, but here we are!."

The fingers left my clit, but I was not finished. Leaning forward, I crushed my lips agaisnt Steve's, and then leaned back, pushing his face towards my eager and waiting sex. As his lips wrapped around my clit, I felt my body respond totally.
 
OOC - Thanks for the birthday wishes. Dont worry about being late. I rarey pay much attention to my birthday, but I do appreciate the thought.

IC - When I pulled into the drive and parked the Blazer Cathy was both completely desperate to cum and totally turned on. A winning combination in my estimation. When she pulled me down to her swollen, wet center I didn't hold back any longer. My lips went straight to her clit and two fingers curved up to find her g-spot. Almost instantly she cried out with her climax. The tight velvet walls of her pussy contracted around my fingers again and again. The fingers that she had been running through my short hair pulled me tight against her as she moaned throughout her orgasm. I smiled. We were off to a great start.

I sat up as she ame down from her sexual high. I opened my door to get out of the truck. "Come on silly. I found us a great place. We cant stay in the truck all weekend."

I got out and turned to watch her pulling her jeans back on. She stuffed her panties in her carry on bag and joined me outside. We walked a short distance and rounded a thick clump of trees. She drew a quick audible breath as she took her first view of the cabin.

"Oh Steve. It's beautiful!"

The log cabin looked as though it had been ripped from the pages of a magazine. A log home with a proch ac ross the front and a field stone fireplace rising from the rear. I took Cathy by the hand and led her through the front door. The main floor was one large great room criss crossed with heavy log beams and decorated just the way one would think a log cabin should be. In one corner was a small gourmet kitchen and overlooking the left side of the room was a loft bedroom. A huge fireplace dominated the scene that was completed by a thick comfortable rug in the front for enjoying late night fires (and who knows what else.)

"Well." I asked. "Waht do you think? Will this do for a weekend getaway?"
 
The cabin seemed larger than it really was, but it was cozy and simply perfect. I threw my bag down and walked to the center of the room and turned to see every direction. The weekend was going to be perfect.

I turned to Steve, who was standing by the kitchen grinning. Rushing to him, I put my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.

"It is perfect, Steve. And I think we are going to have the most wonderful time ever!"

I felt his arms close about my waist, pulling me to him. The smell and feel of him so close was enough to drive me crazy. Pulling away with a soft kiss to the cheek, I looked up into his eyes.

"So, how about I fix us something to eat, and maybe afterwards light a fire and get the chill out of the air?"

Before he could answer, I turned to the kitchen to start digging up something to eat. I notice Steve head towards the fireplace, and I grin secretly to myself. Oh, the stuff I have learned and am so eager to try! I just hoped I could stay calm until the time arrived.

Finding a couple of steaks and some potatoes, I set about getting dinner, my plans formulating in my head. I started to smile and then to start humming as I went about getting dinner ready. Steve looked at me with a quizical look, but I simply smiled and continued with my work.

Shortly after dinner, yes, that should do it. Giggling to myself, I announce to Steve that dinner is ready.
 
Cathy was acting a bit odd. But it was sort of cute. I merely shrugged it off and went about beuiding a fire in the big fireplace. Once I had a small blaze going I headed out to bring more firewood in for later. Cathys eyes opened wide when she saw my coat covered in snow.

"Is it snowing out?" she asked.

"Well of course it is snowing, silly." I grinned. "Where do you think all this white stuff came from?"

She gave me a playful slap on the rear a a punishment for the sarcasm as she looked out the window. It was really coming down. The kind of storm you only saw in movies. I silently congradulated myself on collecitng plenty of supplies before I picked her up at the airport.

"Come on you goof. Dinner is ready." She gave me a quick kiss and took my hand to lead me to the table. The food was great. With everything going on in he last few weeks I hadn't eaten home cooked food in quite awhile. I peeked out the window again as I rose from the table. It looked like three or four iches of snow had accumulated already.

"Wow." I commented. "At this rate, we could be here awhile."

"Wonderful." She replied. "That means lots and lots of uninterrupted sex."

"I don't know." I answered with an animated joking tone. "I can have a lot of sex. Maybe I should have brought two women."

Her eyes grew wide as my joke sunk in. She jumped in my arms and planted a long, hot, wet kiss on my lips. "I am all the womoan you are going to need, buddy."

I smiled back and looked deep in her eyes. "You're probably right. You are pretty amazing."

I set her light body back down andd headed back to the table. I complimented the chef and helped her clean up the dishes. there was lots of touching and cressing going on in the kitchen. That inability to keep my hands off her was coming through once again.
 
The night could not have been more perfect. Snow gently falling, the inside of the cabin warm and cozy, a romantic dinner for two, and Steve's hands caressing my body. The more his hands roamed, the less I ate and the more I once again realized why I had to be in this man's company once more.

Cleaning up was more fun than expected, as trying to evade Steve's wandering hands proved that I had to be quite creative in setting things away.

Once finished, Steve produced a bottle of wine, poured 2 glasses, and set up some pillows by the fire. Taking a sip of wine and giving him a kiss, I tell him I want to change out of my jeans and into something a little more relaxing. His eyes sparkle at the sight, and I smile, thinking of the things I have planned for this man.

Going into the bedroom, I quickly remove my jeans and sweater, and quickly change into the outfit that I had purchased just for this evening. Covering it with a long robe, and sliding my feet into delicate high heeled slippers, I once more step into the circle of warmth generated by the fireplace. I notice that Steve has removed his shoes and shirt, and is laying across the pillows bare-chested, staring at the flames.

"Is the fire speaking to you?" I ask as I pick up my glass of wine and gently sit down next to him.

"The fire is saying many things to me - and they mostly have to do with you!"

As our lips meet over the glasses of wine, I can feel the passion building between us. Drawing him closer, feeling his skin beneath my fingers, I am eager to begin to try the things I have learned since last meeting with him.

Before he has much of a chance to untie the robe, I push him back gently, so he is lying on the floor, surrounded by pillows. Moving so my body covers the length of him, I trail kisses down his neck to his shoulders and then to his arms. My fingers entwine with his as I bring them over over his head, feeling his body stretch out underneath me.

Pulling up, I look into his eyes, and smile.

"I have a bit of a surprise for you Steve. I hope you don't mind?"

"Cathy, I'm sure whatever surprise you have for me, I will like."

Smiling into his eyes, on of my hands reach into my bag sitting by the couch. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, I quickly cuff his wrists to the legs of the heavy table next to the couch. Taken a bit by surprise, he tests the cuffs, but they hold firm. Looking at me, he smiles, confident I am only teasing him.

Standing up, I slowly untie my robe, and let the black, silky garment slide from my shoulders. Beneath, the black lace bustier cinches in my waist, while causing my breasts to rise delightfully above the lacy fabric. Garters extending down my thighs hold up the sheer black stockings that cover my legs to my feet still wearing the delicate slippers. His eyes take in the costume, and I see a glimmer cross over his face.

Kneeling down beside him, I unfasten his belt, and then undo his jeans. Watching his face, I slowly lower his jeans down below his hips, off of his legs, and free of his body. Lying prone and nude before me, I admire his body, watching the rise and fall of his chest, and the semi-erect penis that I will soon have pumping and spasming with his sweet hot cream.

Reaching into the bag, I pull out a long, full, black feather, and look at him smiling.

"You like to be teased a while, don't you, Steve? As long as I promise you will eventually have what it is that you want?"

Smiling, I being to run the feather lightly across his neck and chest, watching the look in his eyes...
 
To say I was taken by surprise was an understatement. In place fo the shy repressed woman I had met only weeks ago knelt a confident temptress clad in leather and silk. I don't think my cock hardened so quickly in all my life.

The handcuffs held me firmly in place. It was an odd feeling. With anyone else I would have been uncomfortable. However, Cathy was a kindred spirit I knew I could trust. I ravaged her delightful body with my eyes. The bustier displayed her breasts with a perfection only nature could devise. Her tight hips clad in a tiny thong that disappeared between the two globes of her rear. The silk stockings encasing her firm legs completed the picture. I knew this would be a night to remember.

The black feather traced it way around my chest and abdomen while Cathy placed soft kisses on my cheek and lips. I tried to lean up and tast her lips more fully but she only pulled away, making me wait. Periodically, the feather would pass over my hard cock. The light delicate touch was amazingly erotic. The drop of fluid collecting at the tip of my rod announced how excited I was. I could hardly wait to see what she had in mind.
 
I could see that Steve was slightly uncomfortable with the cuffs at first, yet I only smiled to myself. His eagerness appeared in his reaches for my kisses and in the pre-cum collecting at the tip of his cock.

Kneeling next to him, I run the feather over his body, my kisses trailing afterwards. I could him gasp and felt his body quiver at the feel of softness on his skin.

Reaching down to his cock, I admired this item of male beauty. Gently licking my tongue over its surface, I looked at him and smiled. Leaning forward, so as to provide him with a perfect view of my breasts, I kissed him long and hard, my tongue invading his mouth.

"Now, Steve, there is always a possibility that a man may orgasm too quickly, and we wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?"

I watch his eyes as I reach into my bag and pull out a device that looks more like a form of torture. As his eyes grow wide, I smile.

"No, Steve, I'm not going to hurt you. Not at all."

Bending over his cock, yet allowing him to see, I work the rings around his balls and then around the base of his cock. His face contorted slightly before relaxing.

"Yes, I know. A slight bit of pressure, but with this you just might maintain that beautiful erection all night. Now, wouldn't that be just wonderful? And think, no matter what I do, until these are removed you will not cum. Sound good?"

I see Steve glancing down at his cock, watching as it stood at rigid attention. Getting up, I walk into the kitchen and return with a bowl. Kneeling next to him once more, I begin to kiss and lick his shoulders and nipples. My hand reaches into the bowl and then begins to smooth over his body. At the feel of the ice in my hand, I feel his body tense, and watch as his eyes closed tight at first.

Quickly moving to where the ice is melting against his skin, my tongue quickly follows the movement of my hand, giving him cold then warmth. Moving over his body, I move lower and lower, watching his face. As I near his cock, the ice has melted, yet my hand is still cold. Taking his cock in my hand, he cries out at the sudden coldness against his cock. I trace my tongue along the shaft, feeling the still coolness from my hand as I move over his tool. I can feel him throbbing beneath my hand and tongue, and smile to myself.

I wonder how this evening will progress??
 
I had never experienced anything like this before. I loved sex and couldn't get enough. I was even one of the few who had enjoyed multiple women but this was virgin territory. The strap and ring on my cock and balls was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I wasn't sure which a any moment but it was always intense.

The ice shocked my body and burned my skin for a moment. Then her tongue was there. Always following to warm and massage that which the ice had touched. Her hand around my cock brought a gasp from my lips. The cold ripped through me. Then her tongue was there. Always there to warm and comfort.

I groaned again as her mouth closed over my cock and her sitll cool hand closed around my balls. The contrast was wonderful. This new pleasure brought another groan from my lips.
 
Smiling to myself, I let my mouth sink onto his cock, my fingers playing over his swollen balls. His erection is stiff, hard, rigid. Slowly removing my mouth from him, I take a long look at his beautiful manhood. Hmmm.....it must feel good, and yet, there must be a pressure that is almost unbearable. Well. We shall see how long it takes before he is begging me to allow him to cum.

Taking one long, last lick up his cock, I turn to him and smile.

"Enjoying yourself, love? Not that it matters overly much, but I do like to think you are enjoying yourself."

As he barely utters his pleasure, I smile as my eyes lower. Standing up, I move until one foot is along either side of his head. Looking down, I see he is staring up at me and I watch his face intently.

Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my thong, I slowly, slowly lower the material away from my sex. Sliding the material down my thighs, over my knees, I let the silk thong, covered with my pussy juice fall to cover his face. Laughing softly as I watch him inhale the scent, I step out of the thong and quickly kick it away. I see the hunger, the lust in his face, and smile knowingly.

Bending down, I place a pillow under his head.

"Must make sure I provide for your comfort, mustn't I?"

Straddling his chest, I spread my legs further, and smile as I see his eyes stare directly into my spread pussy lips. Using one hand to pull the lips further apart, I gently trace my lips with the other, spreading the flow of juices to the outer lips. Rubbing my clit, I watch as his eyes take in every detail. Moving lower, I sink first one, then two fingers deep into my pussy and begin to slide them in and out. The sound of my juices escaping around my fingers is unmistakable, and I watch as he wets his lips. My scent is strong, and I see his nostrils flare in his attempts to inhale deeply.

"Hmm....could be you are a little hungry? Would you like, say, something a little wet? A little sweet, maybe?"

His eyes look up into mine, with a hunger that men have been looking at women with for hundreds of years. Smiling, I remove my fingers from cunt and press them against his lips.

"Here, my pet. A little snack before the main course, yes?"
 
I stared at her shaven sex as she straddled my chest. Her legs were spread wide to allow her knees to touch the floor. I gazed upon her in wonder.

A womans center is the most beautiful site. The name doesn't matter; pussy, cunt, sex, or center. It is a gentle combination of drug and art. To the uninitiated, gewtting your lips in those delicate folds is nothing more than a chore.

But to those of us who know. It is truly a preview of paradise. I had always relished exploring a womans pussy. I trace each delicate fold and memorize every curve. The scent and appearance of her fluid is a pleasure. It signals the beginning of new joys and spurs me on.

But this moment defied description. All the joys of exploring a woman happening inches from my face but it was not my fingers bringing the pleasure. My cock swelled painfully at the sight. I watched Cathy's small finges explore her own sex in ways only known to her. Each small tracing caused her juices to flow. The pressur eon her clit caused the muscle sin her abdomen to tighten as she approached a climax. A second hand joined the first. One tracing small cirles around the small, swollen clit while the other dipped in and out of her.

I struggled against the cuffs. I was desperate to taste her. I could see her approaching her climax.

Finally, it happened. Her light body slid forward and those delicate folds touched my lips. My tongue darted forth like a hungry lion released from a cage. I tasted her sweetness and feasted like a man who had nnot known a meal in forever.

Cathy's hands grasped my head and pulled me against her. My tongue thrashed her clit again and again waiting to see her reach her climax.
 
As his tongue washed over my clit, I placed one hand behind his head pushing him into me. My other hand spread my pussy lips wide for him, allowing him to bury his face into me.

Stretching my thighs wide, my being centers on his lips and tongue. Only able to see his eyes, I smile down at him. Slowly, I begin to roll my hips against him, grinding my pussying against his tongue, feeling his nose rubbing against my clit.

"Oh yes, my pet. Lick me - lick me until I cum!"

At my words his tongue moved frantically over my clit. Using both hands to hod his head, I buck my hips towards him, wanting and needing release. I feel his teeth grab my clit as his tongue washes over it, sending shockwaves of pleasures coursing through my body.

I feel my body tense slightly, and then explode as a torrent of pleasure fills my being. Grinding myself against against his lips, my voice screaming my pleasure, my body shaking with pleasure.

"Oh, yes, my pet! YES!"

Shaking, quivering, I feel my orgasm begin to subside. In an effort to make me cum again, he renews his efforts on my clit.

"Now, pet, that is enough for now."

When he refuses to stop, I sharply smack the side of his hip, causing a gasp to escape his lips. Smiling, I move lower on his body, until my face is inches above his. I can smell my scent on him, and I slowly kiss him, tasing me, licking my juices from his lips, tongue, and face. Lifting up, I smile at him.

"Would you like to cum, my pet?"

"Yes, yes I would!"

I arch my eyebrow as I look at him.

"Now, now, that will not do. You are to ask me nicely - and refer to me as Mistress. Understood?"

His eyes widened as he looked at me. He smiled briefly...

"Yes....Mistress. May I please cum, Mistress?"

"Hmmm...well, you should be punished for your lack of discretion first."

Moving down, I look at his swollen cock held captive in the ring. Looking up at him I smile. Then, moving slowly, I lick the shaft of his cock up, up, up towards the head, where I slowly circle the head before enclosing it between my lips. As I begin to suck gently, he moves his hips towards my face. I smile inwardly, knowing that as long as I leave the ring about his cock, he will not cum. Ahhh...the delicious torture of it all!
 
Her demands to be called 'mistress' caught me by surprise. No matter, I would play her game - for now.

When she started ministering to my painfully hard cock, all was temporarily forgotten. Cathy stretched her body between my spread legs and placed her lips around the crown on my rod. Her licks and gentle sucking built the pressure in my loins unitl I was sure I would come. The muscles tightened, my rod selled, but nothing happened.

I groaned loudly in frustration and struggled in my handcuffs. It was the only thing I could do. Cathy now had her lips completely wrapped around my cock and moved her head up and down, over and over. Her hot mouth and exploring tongue were exquistie.

Throughout my struggles she remained connected to my meat. I threw my head back in frustration. "Cathy, please let me cum. I can't take it anymore. I need to finish. I'll put it anywhere you like just let me finish."
 
At the use of my name instead of my title, I stopped my ministrations, and gazed at Steve, one eyebrow raised.

"You have disobeyed, my pet, and that cannot be allowed. You must have some form of punishment, but what shall it be?"

Sitting back on my knees, I look at my captive prisoner. Yes, his cock was swollen to absolute perfection. I ran a long fingernail lightly over the surface, and was rewarded by a groan.

"I - I - I'm sorry.....Mistress. It won't happen again."

"Mmm....I know it won't, my pet. We shall see to that."

Carefully, I undo the cock and ball rings, hearing him gasp at the release of pressure. Bending over him, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, sucking lightly, as his hips buck towards my face and I feel his arms strain against his cuffs.

Slowly, careful of my long nails, I insert one finger into his anus, as I suck a little harder. His hips buck against my face, and I know he is oh - so close. Pushing my finger in deeper and deeper, I feel the object of my search. Yes, his prostate is right there. Brushing my finger against it, I begin to tease and tickle and stimulate it. Slowly I remove my lips and mouth from his cock, and place my hand on the base of his cock. Watching the tip, I smile, as Steve's moans beg for more.

Suddenly, my little trick works - by milking his prostate, seman pours out from his cock, shooting up into my waiting mouth. But, alas, Steve has felt no orgasm from this.

Swallowing his sweet cream, then licking the rest from his cock, I look up at him and smile.

"Now, perhaps my pet will remember his Mistress?"
 
Her trick was truly cruel. I felt as though I had been cheated out of a wonderful. My disappointment was somewhat tempered with the knowledge that she would make up for it later. However, for the moment, I felt robbed.

I decided to play her game for now. She seemed to be enjoying it. But the role reversal later would be just as enjoyable.

"I'm sorry, mistress. I deserved that. How can I please you?"

My eyes openly ravished her fine, naked body as I waited for her instructions.
 
The look on his face told me the message had gotten through. And though there was a small part of myself that ached just a bit for him, I knew he had more in him than one orgasm.

Kneeling down beside him, I stroke his face and smile into his eyes.

"Now, now, my pet. I truly hated to do that, but there are rules, you know. I know you won't disappoint me again, will you?"

My hand snaked down his hard stomach and firmly grasped his now flacid cock, stroking slightly, as my lips caressed his forehead, nose, and cheeks. Smiling into his eyes, I traced his lips with my tongue, then slowly started to kiss my way down his body, caressing first one nipple then the other. His gasp told me that I took him somewhat by surprise. As I continued to lightly stroke his cock, I rested my chin against his chest, and looked up into his eyes.

"As you can see, I've learned a few things since we were last together. Things I was hoping you would enjoy. Are you thirsty? Would you like a sip of wine?"

He nodded slightly before responding, "Yes, Mistress."

Smiling, reaching up, I take his glass to his lips and let him drink. Setting the glass aside, I kiss him deeply, tasting the coolness on his tongue. Breaking free, I work my way down his body until I am between his thighs. Looking up at him, I press my breasts together and gather his cock between them, enjoying the feel of him between the firm, round orbs. Looking up at him, I see his eyes are closed slightly, his mouth loose. Reaching down, I gently lick the head of his cock as it appears between my breasts, circling the head and enjoying the feel of its velvety softness.

"My pet, I do believe you are springing back to life, are you not?"

Indeed, his once flacid cock was beginning to swell with a life of its own. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a strange looking impliment - braided leather handle, with strips of leather extending from one end. Gently, I run the strips along his body, watching the flesh risein goosebumps.

"Have you ever seen one of these, my pet?" At his nod, I smile. "Have you ever had one used on you before?"

"N-n-no, Mistress, never."

I heard him rattle the restraints, and saw the concern in his eyes. I ran the leather strips lower, down over his cock and around his balls. Men could be truly interesting creatures sometimes. Amidst the fear of being flogged, Steve's cock began to swell quite rapidly. Smiling, I lifted the flogger, and brought it down lightly and gently against his hip. He jumped more from surprise than any pain, and sighed in relief.

Brushing his body with the flogger, I lower my fack between his thighs, kissing each inner thigh, allowing my tongue to trace a path from his knee to his groin. Reaching his sex, I inhale his sac, allowing my tongue to dart and lick this most tender of areas. I feel him tense slightly, then begin to move slightly against me. Reaching up, I run my tongue alonge his shaft, from the base to the head, kissing, licking, teasing.

"Would you like me let you cum hard, my sweet? Cum like a wild man, thrashing against your bounds and exploding within me?"

"Y-y-yes. Oh god, yes, Mistress!"

Opening my lips, I take the head of his cock between them, and close them tightly, sucking hard. As he begins to move against me, I continue to trail the flogger along his skin, raising goosebumps and delighting in his moans.

As his cock grew and hardened, I knew I would no longer be able to control myself as well. Sitting up, I smile at him as I sit astride him, guiding his cock deep into my pussy. As I begin to ride his cock, flogger aside, I reach around behind me and place my hands on his thighs. Fucking his cock, leaning back to allow him to watch his cock enter into my soft wetness, I began to move with greater speed.

Leaning forward suddenly, I reach for the cuffs on his wrists and free him, bringing his hands up to my breasts, as I continue to ride his cock, feeling him go deeper within me.
 
Finally, I was inside her. Cathy had reached the point in her game when she could not hold out any longer either. I licked my lips as I watched her pussy slide up and down my hard rod.

My attention was divided between her full breasts wrapped in the leather bustier and the joining of our bodies. Her lush body was magnificiant. Then, unexpectedly, she reached up and released my hands.

Automatically, my fingers were drawn to her breasts while her body raised and lowed on my rod over and over. Cathy leaned forward and started to grind her clit on the top of my shaft bringing new moans of pleasure from both of us.

A thought fashed through my mind. Cathy's eyes opened in surprise as I pulled her tightly to me and rolled over so she was now under me. She struggled for a moment until I started to move my hips and thrust my cock into her hot center. Her legs lifted and surrounded my hips forcing me deeper into her body with each thrust.

"Well, mistress. Is it time for you to cum? Do you need your slave to pleasure you and make you scream?"
 
He caught me by surprise as he grabbed me and spun me around, until I found myself on my back. But as he continued to thrust into me, my body responded to him, meeting him thrust for thrust, my fingers grasping his arms.

"Well, mistress. Is it time for you to cum? Do you need your slave to pleasure you and make you scream?"

I smiled at his words, and wrapped my legs around him even more tightly.

"Yes, my pet, make me cum, make me scream as I know only you can do."

His thrusting increased, and as his cock hammered into my cunt, I could only concentrate on receiving him deep within me. Lifting off slightly, he hooked his arms under my knees, drawing them up over my body, as I felt him dive deeply into me. Moaning, trying to clutch him to me, feeling his breath on my breasts and neck.

And suddenly, he pulled out of me. Somewhat shocked, I looked up at him, but the smile on his face indicated something pleasant was in store. As he sank lower, his lips trailed across my stomach and down my mons. Still holding my legs above my body, stretched wide, I felt his lips on the lips of my pussy. Sighing deeply, I laid back prepared to enjoy the pleasure he would give to me. Slowly, my fingers ran through his hair, pressing him to me, urging him to continue. Yet, he only traced my lips with his tongue - teasing me, making me try to thrust my hips towards him, wanting release.

"Oh, yes, my pet. That's it. You are doing so well..."

As his tongue found my inner lips, I gasped, wanting to feel so much more, and at the same time wanting him to go as slowly as possible.
 
I knelt between Cathy's legs and tasted her center. I delicately traced every line and fold with my tongue until her hips moved in time to her pleasure. She tried to reach down and pull my head closer to her pussy but I sat up before she could reach me.

Kneeling upright between her spread legs I inserted two fingers inside her and sought out her g-spot.

She gasped out words between the waves of pleasure. "I didn't ... tell you to stop ... your mistress wants ... you to pleeeaaase her."

"Don't worry mistress. I think you'll be pleased."

I pulled my fingers from her and coated my cock with her juices. Then I quickly pulled her hips over my thighs until the head of my cock pressed against the tight ring of her ass.

Her eyes flew open when she realized what I was doing. The roleplaying was temporarily forgotten. "No Steve, I'm not rea...OH God!"

The first three inches of my cock was buried in her rear before she even finished her sentence. Her legs surrounded my body. Initially, she tried to keep the remainder of my length from entering her. When my fingers found her cunt once again she was impaling herself on my rod over and over.
 
As he sank his cock into my ass, every instinct was to pull away. Tightening my legs around his torso, I tried to prevent him from going all the way in.

Suddenly his buried 2 fingers into my cunt, and started to rub my clit with his thumb. The feeling was intense, and I felt my thighs relax, opening slightly to his touch. As he continued to finger fuck me, I grasped his knees, pulling myself towards him, feeling his erection burying deep within me and not caring.

I felt his fingers along the thin membrane of skin that separated my cunt from my ass, felt his fingers playing along that skin, and knew he was feeling himself fucking my ass.

Gliding my hands up my body, running them over my curves, I felt the heaviness of my breasts and sank my fingers into them. My thumbs toying with the nipples - making them even harder than before. Looking up into Steve's eyes, I grabbed one tit and brought the nipple to my mouth. Watching his face, I brushed my tongue over the nipple, the electric shock running through my own body. I watched as his eyes stayed glued to my nipple, his hips increasing their assault on my ass.

Wrapping my lips around my nipple, I began to suck, drawing the skin into my mouth. Clutching the nipple with my teeth, I pulled up on it, letting him see how tightly the nipple was clenched between my teeth.

Moaning out loud, my hips began to respond to Steve. His grunts told me he was having a hard time holding out, and I smiled to myself. Locking my ankles around his waist, I began to move in unision with him, his thumb working hard on my engorged clit. Feeling my orgasm begin to build, I released my nipple, my fingers working over the skin of my breasts.

"Yes, Steve. Oh yes! Make me cum - make me cum HARD!"
 
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