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   She was a very successful executive, living in the hills of Barcelona now for the past six months.  She was living here for just one year as part of an accelerated management program the company had created to develop potential global leaders of the future.  Her spacious apartment looked out over a beautiful view toward the harbor and the main city.  It was a beautiful place, for sure, and she enjoyed the Spanish lifestyle.  But living in a foreign country could be a little hard on one’s love life and while she spoke the language fluently, she had yet to meet anyone she was serious about.

   She did have a game she played, however, with a couple of voyeurs.  When she arrived in Spain and saw this apartment, she quickly bought a telescope and a pair of binoculars to enjoy the view, of course.  After a couple of days of scanning the sky and the horizon, she found herself scanning the collection of apartment buildings below her.  She was caught by a man behind a telescope doing the spying directly at her.  At first she put the binoculars down but soon decided if he was staring she could too.  She picked up the binoculars again and focussed them on his window.  He was still staring directly at her and once he realized she had locked on him, he backed up from the telescope and bowed to her, then gave her a little wave.  She didn’t respond but at this distance she could see that he had a broad grin on his face.  He did a little dance shaking his hips and his arms opened his hands in a pleading motion.  She wasn’t sure if he was asking her to dance or if he was asking if she wanted him to dance.  She just continued to stare wondering what he would do next.

   He was a handsome dark haired man who looked to be about 30 with a well proportioned body.  As she stared, he began to dance slowly to an unheard rhythm, rotating his hips.  In fact, the dance appeared to be all exaggerated hip and arm movements.  His legs never moved which made it easy to keep the binoculars focussed.  In a very smooth motion, he slowly removed his Tshirt and continued dancing in just his tan shorts.  He was clearly putting on this show for her, and she found it more amusing than titillating, but it engaged her nonetheless.  Soon he stopped his dancing and peered through his telescope at her as though awaiting her response. 

   She wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt in giving him a show.  Perhaps it was that she thought others might see, because she did like to show off once in a while.  Perhaps it was that he knew she was in on the show.  Most of her exhibition had been done under the guise that she didn’t know the other person was looking even though she always did.  When she showed off it was always in a discreet way. 

   She was standing in front of the full length front window looking through her binoculars.  She was wearing a black blouse buttoned down the front and black slacks to match.  She grazed her free hand from her stomach up lightly across her one of her breasts.  The movement was almost unconscious and innocent enough, but he responded as though she was onstage at a strip club, giving her a rousing ovation.  She let out a laugh.  And then she decided to open the buttons of her blouse exposing her black bra against her pink skin.  She did this quickly and only let him look for a quick second before she put down the glasses and left the room. 

   When she returned she brought back her folding “Directors” chair.  This made the sitting much more comfortable while she watched him dance.  As he danced for her he got more and more into it, stripping off his shorts, stroking himself over his shorts and eventually rubbing his cock which was stretched out the top of his jockey shorts.  She sat back and enjoyed watching him.

   That was a month ago.  The next few times she did her peeking in the dark, and canvassed the whole landscape.  She found one other peeper who was off to one side and could see best into her room on the left side of her window.  She guessed that there was another women who gave them shows in her building since the two of them were often training their eyes that way.  Once she caught her dancing friend dancing and fully exposing himself for some unknown viewer.  But more interestingly he spent quite a bit of time just staring into his telescope fully nude, playing with himself.  This got her quite excited and she decided she would join the game the next time.  On progressive sessions she flirted with him.  She would touch herself and enjoyed playing with her breasts while he watched.  Taking off her clothes to expose her underwear, she would rub her white panties making sure not to move too much, so he could clearly see her with his high powered telescope.  Often she would put down her binoculars and take turns watching with him.  He would go further than her.  He usually wound up squirting his load while she had yet to remove her panties.

   Tonight she was prepared to go all the way.  In fact, she had been looking forward to another session for a few days now, thinking about it all day at work, running home and looking for him with no luck.  As the days wore on, her anticipation grew and she had created many different ways to respond to him.  But tonight he was home.  She flew through the door and ran to the window without putting the lights on and she could see his lights on.  He wasn’t at his window but she knew he would be checking, so she turned on the lights and began to settle in.

   She removed her business suit, blouse, shoes, and stockings.  She was looking out her window periodically to see if he was watching yet but he wasn’t.  She stood in front of her open window and rook off her bra slowly with no one watching and then her panties.  It could be awhile, he must be eating or have guests, she thought.  So she went to her bedroom and threw on her sleepwear which was a while Tshirt and panties to match.  She left her earrings and necklace on.  Patience she thought but she was feeling like this was going to happen sometime tonight and she was excited thinking about it.

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It took about an hour before he showed up at the window.  She immediately pulled her panties down around her thighs as a signal to him and she could feel the juice between her legs.  He spotted her and made it clear he was alone and ready. 

   She turned on her CD player and began to dance to the music.  Her panties still around her thigh, she wiggled and thrust to the sound of the music.  She put the glasses down on the table.  Both of her hands ran along all sides of her Tshirt.  She cupped her breasts and the movement of the Tshirt caused it to lift a bit, exposing the bottom of her clean shaven pussy.  She shaved it fully bare just a few days ago and touched it up again in this mornings shower.  She grabbed each side of her panties and ran them down her legs and then back up and into their rightful place in her crotch.  She pulled them up higher so that the white cotton fabric pressed hard against the flesh of her pussy.  She couldn’t see him too well with her binoculars off, but she could see he was watching.  He was sitting, staring into his the lens of his telescope – she could see that.  But she wondered what he was looking at since the telescope may not allow him to look at all of her.

   She turned around and retrieved her glasses but quickly slipped her Tshirt.  Armed with her binoculars, naked except for her white cotton panties, she turned the chair around and with one kneeling knee, took a careful look at him, signaling it was his turn as well.

   He stood back from his telescope, got on his knees, and pleaded with her to continue.  He made a series of motions with his hands to indicate that he wanted to watch her continue.  He went over to the seat where he was sitting and stood next to the lamp, looked at her and pleading one more time before he turned off the light.  There was still enough light for her to see him move into his seat.

   She put the glasses back down.  And started to dance but she moved very slowly and in a small area.  She turned around and leaning on the chair, she flashed her white clad buns right in his direction.  She reached around and pulled the edges of her panties together, bunching them up in her crack.  She wiggled it around slowly, giving him ample time to adjust his viewer.  Then she stood up and turned around.  Standing for a moment she slowly moved her hands down from breasts toward her panties.  Sliding them off, she thought he would have trouble focusing on one area since her she was lifting her legs.  She immediately knew what would work best.

   She was already feeling very hot and she knew if she sat in a certain way that he could focus on her pussy while she played with it.  She sat completely naked in the chair and began to rub her pussy.  She put one leg up and opened her legs, and then spread eagled her pussy lips with the fingers of both hands so he could focus.  She fiddled a bit with her clit while continuing the spread eagle.  She felt like her juices were just going to run right out of her gaping hole.  She had done this before in front of a mirror and so she knew how to get the best effect on both her vagina and her clit.  Now that someone was watching her, she was even hotter than when she masturbated in front of the mirror.

   She knew he was looking at her pussy and she released the outer lips and ran a finger over her pussy.  As she did this, she began to look around the landscape to see if anyone else was looking.  The lights were now out in the apartment window closest to her.  It was on earlier but the shades were pulled.  The residents appeared to be a newly married couple who was very conscious about their privacy.  Her heart raced as she thought of others watching her.  He fingers worked their way inside of her.  She knew she was ready to come and she could imagine him watching her close up as though his face was right between her legs.

   Her finger moved in and out and as it came out it carried her juices.  The bottom of her finger lubricated her clit and her finger rolled along her clit and into her slippery opening, reaching in as far as one finger would go.  Deep and then out and along her clit again.  As he watched, she came lifting her hips as she did. 

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This is part 2 of a 3 part series.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

Mike
and Rebecca went upstairs to the master bedroom next to Jeannette’s room.  With their clothes still on, they cuddled
together on the king size bed and soon Mike was asleep.  Rebecca, however, merely dozed and continually
awoke to see Mike next to her, to smell his masculine odors, feel his warmth,
and remember how his face contorted with glee as she brought him to
orgasm.  She remembered how his hard
stiff member felt in her hand.  How he
told her what to do and how he responded to her strokes.  Her excitement and his closeness kept her up
falling in and out of erotic dreams.  In
one dream she couldn’t remember she thinks she might have orgasmed
herself.  Her panties and pants were as
wet as she had ever been.

 Eventually,
as if some survival instinct took over she rolled over, away from his body and
fell into a deep sleep.  It was late
morning when Jeannette finally came into the room.  She was still wearing her long t-shirt style nightie
(and nothing else!).  She crawled unto
Rebecca’s side of the huge bed.  She
crawled quietly so as to not wake both of them. 
She gazed at Rebecca all huddled up in her clothes.  She was truly a beautiful girl and you didn’t
have to be a boy to appreciate that.  To
think that she might still be a virgin, as Jeannette suspected, was
unbelievable.  Jeannette remembered
secretly listening and watching the two of them last night and every indicator
pointed to the fact that, at 21, Rebecca had NO experience with boys.  At 19, Jeannette had already had 3 boys – 1
being in his mid 20’s – and considered that she had a pretty broad experience
with them.

 She
felt sorry for her poor inexperienced cousin. 
Not only because she had so little experience but based on what she saw
last night, she had yet to receive any satisfaction with Mike.  Seeing her fully dressed merely confirmed her
suspicions. 

 “Psst.  Psst. 
Wake up sleepy head,” she whispered. 
She brushed her long silky brown hair off of Rebecca’s cheek.  Her fingertips glided along her smooth skin
and across her sensitive ear.  A smile
came across Rebecca’s face and Jeannette thought it was giving off light.  Jeannette leaned forward and kissed her.  It was not a sisterly kiss.  It was directly on Rebecca’s full pink moist
lips.  It wasn’t a long kiss but it
wasn’t a peck either.  It was enough to
send a chill through Jeannette.  A
tingling shiver that ran right into that place between her legs.

 Jeannette
was a bit surprised herself at the energy in the kiss and not sure if Rebecca
felt it too, she decided to go for another. 
This time her lips lingered, softly caressing her cousins still lips
until they responded to her.  Lips to
sweet lips with an energy that was hot.  
Jeannette had experienced the pleasure of another woman’s charms.  She and her best fiend in high school used to
teach each other about sex.  They
experimented with all phases.  They
kissed a lot.  They touched and rubbed
and brought each other to orgasms.  They
suckled each other and gave each other oral pleasures.  They even tried a vibrator but Jeannette
enjoyed the soft warm personal touches to that of any mechanical device.  She knew she wasn’t gay and she went on to
have three boyfriends but she also knew that there was pleasure in sex with
another woman too. 

 She
had not intended to come on to Rebecca when she came into the room but after
these initial kisses, her desire to continue with her beautiful cousin was
unmistakable.  She cradled Rebecca’s head
with her hands and closing her eyes, kissed her again.  This was a deep long lingering kiss that
Rebecca seemed glad to return. 
Jeannette’s fingers dove deeply into Rebecca’s hair, pulling her mouth
and face closer.  Gripping her head,
kissing her, Jeannette could feel her passion stirring.  She could sense Rebecca’s passion stirring as
well and she moved her body into a closer position, so that her breasts were
pressed against her and their legs were intertwined.  Her lips moved off of Rebecca’s and they
touched her cheek, then her neck and up to her ear.  Quickly kissing with soft lips around her
face, occasionally lingering here or there to spread some warmth.

 Rebecca’s
breathing became noticeably louder, and Jeannette caressed her shoulders,
rubbed her back, quickly unsnapping her bra, hugging the curvaceous form of her
cousin.  Jeannette pressed their bodies
together, moving her legs inside Rebecca’s. 
Pushing her thigh into Rebecca’s crotch and feeling her warmth.  Encouraged by this Jeannette began to
unbutton Rebecca’s blouse, switching her eyes from Rebecca’s face to a rather
demure glance at her own hands and down into Rebecca’s wonderful cleavage.  Rebecca looked a little stunned as though she
had no idea where this was going but Jeannette could tell that this little virgin
was enjoying it too much to stop. 

 Her
blouse unbuttoned, Jeannette pulled the material out of her pants and opened
both side panels fully exposing her pale soft smooth skin.  Her hands felt Rebecca’s warm flesh and found
their way to her bra covered breasts. 
With the bra already unhooked, it was relatively easy for Jeannette to
pop it off of Rebecca’s firm and full breasts. 
Her hand caressed the breast first by feeling its fullness, its
roundness, squeezing it gently.  Then her
fingers skimmed over her nipple and circled her sensitive areola.  Rebecca moaned and her body stirred with
Jeannette’s manipulations.  As Jeannette
continued, she again kissed Rebecca’s now moaning mouth. 

 Jeannette
was finding her cousin the most exciting woman she had ever been with – not
that there had been that many.  Her
moaning and the steady shifting of her body ignited her desires.  Rebecca’s breasts were so exciting to
hold.  They had a firmness and fullness
and softness that her own seemed to lack. 
Jeannette just loved the way that Rebecca’s nipple stiffened under her
touch and she could feel all the bumps around her elongated nipple tighten and
bloom.  She loved her lips and the way
she shyly but unmistakably was returning her kisses.  So soft, so gentle, so feminine. 

 Rebecca
was unwillingly moving her body.  Her
legs were running back and forth between Jeannette’s and her torso was slowly
moving from side to side.  This movement
woke Mike, who unaware of what was going on behind him, stretched and loudly
yawned.  His hands clasped together and
stretched over his head pulling his back and legs into a straight
position.  Jeannette’s kissing and
touching continued persistently.  When he
turned on his back and saw the two girls entangled, it was like being hit with
a cold pan of water.  His senses immediately
came to alert.  A little shocked, he
froze.

 “The
bathroom is over there, Mike,” said Jeannette. 
“Why don’t you use it and then return and join us.  Or at least watch us.”  And she returned to kissing and caressing
Rebecca.  Mike was frozen for a few
minutes.  He could feel his cock growing
but it was terribly uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants.  How did Jeannette know that about him, he
thought?  Soon he got up and went into
the bathroom, taking more time than he wanted but he had to calm down a little
before he could pee and that took him a while.

 When
he returned, Jeannette had removed Rebecca’s shirt and bra entirely.  She had worked her way down her body and was
kissing her stomach while unzipping the fly of her pants.  Mike also noticed that in the movement of
sliding down Rebecca’s body, Jeannette’s nightie had crawled up her torso
exposing her rounded ass.  Happy New
Year! thought Mike and a huge smile crossed his face.  He had no idea what was going to happen but
was thanking his lucky stars for this very moment.   Seeing Rebecca’s breasts and Jeannette’s ass
was pretty good alone but they were also going at it and he was certainly
enjoying that scene. 

 “You’re
just going to have to take your own clothes off, Mike.  That is, if you want to,” Jeannette said a
bit sarcastically.  By now she was
pulling Rebecca’s pants down over her hips along with her white cotton
panties.  Her mouth tasted each newly
exposed piece of Rebecca’s flesh. 
Rebecca reached over and took a pillow and put it over her face.  Like an ostrich it gave her a sense of not
being seen or not being present as her clothes were being removed leaving her
naked on the bed.  Mike’s reaction time
was clearly being affected by his inability to take his eyes off of the
wonderful unveiling in front of him, but he clumsily tore off his clothes.

 Jeannette
worked her mouth in between Rebecca’s legs and was slowly licking her swollen
lips.  She started very gently and very
slowly, forcing Rebecca to move her hips as a demand for more contact.  Jeannette obliged and worked her tongue in
between her lips into the fold of her slit, 
Up and down her wet soft tongue moved coming just below her enlarged
clitoral limb and just around the outside of her vaginal opening.  Her tongue rimmed her opening but did not
penetrate.  Rebecca could feel her tongue
stretching the muscle at the edge. 
Rebecca could also feel hands on her breasts, followed by a warm breath
and a wet kiss right on her nipple as Mike joined in. 

 Mike
kept his eyes open watching the way that Jeannette teased and played her tongue
around a large part of Rebecca’s genitals. 
He sucked on the perfect hard nipple before him while he watched.  Jeannette worked her tongue around Rebecca’s
clitoris, slowly, gently.  Rebecca’s
pussy was not shaved as many of the women her age did these days.  Her fine hair was a bit coarser down there
but still rather silky.  Mike was amazed
at how well he could see her slit and clitoris and pussy.  Perhaps it was because Jeannette had
moisturized it with her tongue.  Perhaps
because her lips were swollen with excitement and it parted like the Red Sea.  But Mike was enjoying his
view.  He realized that all of his
experience to date had occurred at night, in darkness, or at best with the
light from a candle.  Here in the bright
glow of daylight, mysteries were being revealed to him.

 Jeannette
continued her persistent lapping around Rebecca’s clitoris while she inserted
two fingers just inside her virginal opening. 
Slowly she pushed her fingers inside looking to see if her cherry was
still intact.  Meanwhile Rebecca was
beginning to cum.  She had mistaken
sessions of wet moisture generating excitement with actual orgasms.  It was not until this very moment that she
realized she had never experienced the real power of an orgasm.  She moaned very loudly as everyone began to
give it to her.  Mike’s slurped on her
nipple pulling on the hard nub and letting it go repeatedly.  Jeannette licked and lapped at her clit,
around it, over it, under it, moving as quickly as her tongue could.  Her fingers penetrating deeper and rubbing
inside where her G spot might be. 
Jeannette found no cherry to block her way and reached deeper.  Rebecca gasped and cried out and sobbed as
the multiple assaults on her sensitive parts overwhelmed her.

 “Stop
it!  Stop it!” she screamed and Mike
thought she might actually be upset.  She
put her hands on Jeannette’s head and pushed. 
Jeannette removed her mouth but for just a second until Rebecca stopped
pushing and dove back in for another smooch to the area of her clit.  Rebecca wriggled away and the pillow came off
of her face.  “I need a moment,” she
said. 

 “That’s
the attitude cuz” kidded Jeannette because in a minute you are going to have to
let Mike fuck that pretty pussy of yours. 
Can you wait one minute, Mike?” 

 “I
don’t know,” he said.  “Just look at
me!”  He thrust his hips forward proudly displaying
his rigid member.  It did look stretched
to its limit but the smile on Mike’s face told the women he would wait.

Part 3 can be found HERE.

This story starts with Parts 1 and 2.  If you have not read them yet, refer to Rush’s Table of Contents.

The manager called the three contestants up on the stage one at a time, and after a few comments to the crowd he announced ‘L’ as the winner.  “Catch them for a lap dance if they are willing,” he said rather lewdly.  “And ‘L’ will be back to do another dance for us later.”  The crowd cheered.  Danielle joined Ellen at her table with Adam and the guys.  She had come alone, and after their moments of rushed pleasure in the dressing room, a special bond had silently developed between the girls.  Adam had a tequila drink ready for Ellen and, she made quick work of it offering the last third to Danielle.  Adam ordered two more drinks for the girls.  The waitress was very attentive to Adam.  He always seemed to have a way of taking over any place they went into. 

Ellen hadn’t been seated for five minutes when someone came over and asked if she would give him a lap dance.  “I need to rest for a minute,” she said brushing him off.  “What do you think, Adam, are lap dances out of the question?”  He looked at her with his calm cool blue eyes and smiled, “No, I think you should do some lap dances.  After all we don’t come here every day.” 

Ellen’s breath skipped a beat.  She could feel the warm moist area between her legs signaling her excitement.  Adam asked her a few questions about what she liked, was she turned on, and who her favorites were.  He was genuinely enjoying the fact that she was going crazy with excitement.  Ellen marveled at his lack of jealousy and the way he was able to share her body with other men.  She loved this part of him, and silently promised to herself that she would return the favor to him as soon as she could.

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see Mr. Rich asking her for a lap dance.  With a quick nod to Adam she took his outstretched hand and followed him to the V.I.P. area.  Mr. Rich, she thought, has done this before.  The V.I.P. area, in spite of the fancy name, was merely a section of 10 private booths along the back wall that was corded off with velvet ropes. The booths were each walled on three sides and had a heavy curtain in front.  Inside there was a padded bench with a back that went from one side to the other.  It was big enough for two to sit but Mr. Rich sat in the middle.

He introduced himself. Coincidently his name was Rich. “Don’t call me Dick” he said. He asked her if she had ever done a lap dance before, and she said no.  Rich explained the rules of the club to her pretty much along the same lines as the manager had described them.  She thought this was very nice of him.  It seemed like he didn’t want to get her in any trouble.  The music started and Ellen stood in front of him swaying to the music.  It wasn’t terribly sexual; just normal club dancing.  Suddenly, the curtain swung open and a man peeked in.  The suddenness of it caused Ellen to release scream.  He left as quickly as he came in.  Rich explained that he was there to keep a count on who was doing shows and that he would show up at the start of each song.  He also made sure that no one went too far.

Rich asked Ellen to take off her tube top and her skirt.  In the rush before she went back on stage, she did not take the time to put on her bra or her black panties.  She removed the pieces as he asked and stood before him in only her g string and high heels.  She danced before him much slower than the beat of the music, barely moving her hips in front of him.  As she swayed slowly she tried to move her hips in a sexually suggestive way.  It seemed to capture his attention. 

Rich was kind of an average looking guy but there were clear signs of success in his life.  His clothes were nicely fitted, and he had the physique of someone who worked out regularly.  His muscles weren’t bulging but his waist was trim and his chest and shoulders seemed to be proportioned nicely for his somewhat large frame.  His dark black hair was cut short and added to his professional appearance.  Ellen could imagine marrying a man like him; someone who seemed comfortable with himself.

Rich asked Ellen if he could suggest a few moves.  “Anything you would like,” she said.  “It’s your nickel.”  He first told her to straddle his knee and then put her hands on the wall behind him.  The he told her to rub her knee against the inside of his thigh.  Ellen leaned on the wall and moved her leg along the inside of his thigh all the way to his crotch being gentle when she reached his balls.  She looked at his crotch as she did this and she could see some stirring going on in his pants.  Then he asked her to rub her crotch against his knee.  Ellen had to crouch a bit to do this, but liked having her crotch pushed against his slacks.  She was probably leaving a moisture trail along his tan pressed slacks.

Rich continued to suggest positions for Ellen.  He had her turn her back to him and bend her ass into and onto his crotch.  When she did this she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pant leg.  It was positioned running down along the inside of his left leg, but was straining to stick up.  She moved her ass back and forth in his lap.  His legs were open and she was rubbing his cock with the side of her hip.  He had her put both of her knees on the bench beside him straddling his lap.  She lowered her pussy to his lap and ran it up and down ignoring the rhythm of the song.  Both of them were very aware that her small naked breasts were right in front of his face.  Her nipples had been hard all night.  Now they were pointing directly into his eyes.

The song ended and she started to get off of his lap.  “Please I will take another song.”  His voice was slightly meek, almost pleading.  She realized that this poor man was as turned on as she was.  Maybe more so.  Then he added, “In fact, I want a number of songs if that is all right with you.”  She reminded him that it would cost him $20 per song.  He said he would be willing to double her pay with tips if she lived up to his expectations.  If she needed any more motivation (which she didn’t) that provided it.  

Another song started. The curtain flashed behind her and she turned too late to see very much of the peeking man.  However, she noticed a man outside the booth sitting at a table beyond the rope trying to look in at them.  Rich asked her to stand for a minute and when she did, he reached into his pants and moved his cock around.  She watched intently as he moved his hard tubular member so that it was aligned with his zipper.  It was certainly big enough to be easily seen, even in the darkness of the curtained room.  There was something about watching him so obviously that tickled her. 

She returned to her last position with her breasts in front of his face, her knees on the bench straddling him and her crotch over his zipper.  This time she could feel his member rubbing through his pants and her g string.  She moved slowly along its length opening her own lips with its hardness.  His eyes closed.  She pushed her breasts forward and her nipples poked his closed eyes.  He quickly opened them and she backed off, but kept her nipples within an inch of his face.  She leaned back and put her hands on his shoulders, feeling every inch of his cock in her crotch.  He moaned softly, “I love it when you touch me with your hands.”  She was a bit surprised, but ran her hands down from his shoulder and across his chest.  He moaned and she could feel his hips move under her pussy.  Ellen undid one of the buttons of his shirt and moved her hand inside.  He seemed to love this as she touched his skin and rolled her fingers over his nipples.  She rolled her hips while she did this.

She could sense that her torso was getting a little heavy on his cock, so Ellen moved her feet to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his chest and slid down his body as she lowered her knees to the rugged floor.  When her knees almost reached the floor her breasts lay in his lap.  She pressed her tits against his bulging member as she went the last foot to the floor.  Her hands were on his knee and she moved them up along his thighs, slowly toward his mounded lap.  She looked into his eyes from her position on the ground between his legs.  He was looking down at her, almost in a dream state, but with a sense of anticipation.  Closer she inched toward his member.  Knowing there was still time before the song ended, she ran her thumbs up against the edges of his stiffened cock.  Up along its edges she went.  Then Ellen positioned both hands right on top of his member as she slid them down its length slowly.  She watched him as he groaned and smiled.  His legs squeezed her sides.  Her hands kept moving down his thighs and away from his most sensitive area.  She watched his reaction to see if he would be frustrated, anxious or pissed off but he looked pleasantly teased as he stretched like a cat waking up and had the Cheshire grin to match.

She ran her hands up again along the tops of his thighs across his abdomen to his hips.  Coming back down however, her hands again met in the middle and slowly traced the hardness of his member. His face was a reflection of his excruciating pleasure.  He seemed to be enjoying the tease and was not in a hurry to cum.  It occurred to Ellen how she could drain this man of every dollar he had by keeping him in this state.  Rich most certainly wasn’t ready to quit.  She stood up straddled one of his knees, put her hands against the wall and, put her knee into his crotch.  She moved it slowly in long strokes. She felt in complete control as the music stopped.  Along with her excitement she loved the feeling of power that she had over this man.

Ellen asked him how he was doing and if he was ready to quit.  “I’d like to keep going,” he said.  “But, I’m losing track of how many songs, so let me pay you now for what we have done.”  He reached into his pocket and took out $100.  As she took it from him, she wondered what she would do for change because she had left her money with Adam.  Then Rich handed her another $20 and told her to keep the change as a tip.  Wow she thought.  He will be spending a lot of money on me.  As the next song started, Ellen knew she wanted to please this man completely. 

She leaned forward and put her breasts in front of his face.  Rich seemed like a very disciplined student and didn’t move. He allowed her to dance with her breasts coming within a few inches of his face.  Simultaneously her knee was in his crotch.  Light came into the room as the curtain was opened again, but this time Ellen didn’t respond to it or turn around.  She waited a minute for the potential swaying to die down. She deliberately placed her breast against Rich’s face.  Yes, she thought, it was a violation of the rules, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get caught.  He was startled at first, but soon realized that she was deliberately offering her tit to him.  He eagerly sucked on it; sucking then releasing her nipple from the grasp of his mouth then licking and sucking again.  “Nice,” she thought as her nipple got very hard and long.

She let him suck one then the other breast.  While he was doing this, she undid a few more buttons on his shirt. She reached inside touching his bare flesh with her fingertips and palms.  He loved her touch and, with more buttons undone she could get both hands in and around most of his upper torso.  She removed her breasts from his face and leaned her head against his.  She kissed him on the side of his face and the side of his neck.  She whispered in his ear, “You can touch me if you want, as long as we don’t get caught.”   Her hands had moved to his shoulders and now she moved them down along the sides of his arms encouraging him to wrap them around her.  She felt his hands touch her thighs just below her ass.  His cool hands felt good and sent a tingle through her body.

She lowered herself, kissing his open chest. Rather than go to the floor as she had done before, she only bent over.  Then, she straightened up and turned around, placing her ass in his lap. In his lap was an overturned hull of a boat and, she had a perfect crease for it to rock back and forth in.  She loved the feeling of his hardness running along her ass. His hands were on her hips and, after a few minutes he began to take more control of the rocking rhythm.  She let him dictate the pace by rocking her hips while she kept her balance by pressing her hands against each side of the booth.

She bent forward to make more contact with her only slightly covered slit.  She could do this for hours she thought. Could he?  It worried her that he might be getting too close to orgasm, so she stopped the contact and turned around to face him.  He was a mess.  His shirt was open, his hair was mussed and he looked like he was beginning to get a little desperate for an orgasm.  She was concerned about the song ending, so she straddled him. She sat on his lap but didn’t move. Ellen could feel that her pussy was wet and her lips were swollen.  She gently began straightening Rich’s hair and, without redoing any of the buttons, closed his shirt.  He was breathing hard and began to catch his breath.  He showed no signs of anger or irritability, which surprised her. He’s probably had a hard on now for the past 3 hours and a raging one for 40 minutes, she thought.  The song ended.

“Had enough?” she asked, then added “I don’t want to break anything.”  “Not quite,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.  He was an interesting man she thought.  Shy, quiet, disciplined and rich.  All the qualities that one looks for in a man.  The next song started and Rich had enough sense to remove his hands from her legs and put his hands back down on the bench.  Ellen knew this would probably be the last song.  Adam would be worrying.  She began to rub her bottom along his lap again.  Looking up toward the ceiling she was actually more conscious of how it felt to her than to him.  From this angle, she could feel his member along her entire slit right up to clit.  She had to tilt her hips as she rocked to get the full force across her clit.  Her pussy was dripping moisture.

While she was rocking she felt the curtain swish and felt the flash of light.  Just in time she thought as she pressed forward and leaned into Rich in order to get the full force of him against her clit.  The angle was such that her breasts were just below his chin, their heads resting against one another like two lovers.  Her soft hot breath loudly blowing across his ear and down into the nape of his neck.  “You know, much more of this and I might just cum,” she whispered to him.  “Please do,” he responded and, then added, “Do you want me to finger you?”  “Oh, please. Yes.”  She repositioned herself.  With both of her knees on the bench, one between his legs one hand on the wall, her legs were open allowing him to easily reach her pussy with one hand.  She could easily reach her hand across his lap and over his member, too and she did just that.

She was now straight forwardly masturbating him although it was through the thickness of his jeans.  In return he was doing the same to her.  Of course, all she had on was her g string.  She could feel Rich’s gentle finger tips rolling softly though her soaked little patch of cloth.  He remained on the outside of the material, but it felt wonderful when he was working around her clitoral area.  She was simultaneously rubbing his mound with her hand and leaning her head forward nuzzling his neck.  She did not want to kiss him on the lips.  A few kisses on his neck and cheek would suffice. Kissing him on the lips seemed too intimate, she thought, aware of the massive irony.

Gawd his fingers felt good.  Ellen was having a hard time concentrating on what she was doing and had to draw a little deeper to keep her focus.  As she became more focused on him – rubbing near the top of his cock with the bottom of her palm in a small circle – she could feel him lose his concentration on her.  But, like she did, he seemed to get it back.  They went back and forth like this from feeling great to ecstatic, from being in control to out of it, for most of the song.  He had explored her ass, grabbing it hard while she sat and rubbed on his wrist.  He ran his thumb along the length of her lips; up and down a number of times even to her brown hole underneath her.  He ran small circles around her clit and scratched the material over it with his fingertip, rubbing it quickly, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.  She pulled down hard on the material covering his member getting some movement of his foreskin.  She traced a nurturing hand along the entire length.  She pressed her palm on his most sensitive area and rubbed the material in circles over it.  Finally she pulled down his zipper and reached inside leaving just the soft cotton fabric of his shorts between the fingers of her hand and his stiff, hard, fleshy cock. 

Boxers or briefs she wondered just before she heard the song ended. A curse escaped her lips as she repositioned herself to sitting facing him on his lap.  In this position her ass covered the fact that he was now unzipped.  He grasped her legs behind her knees, which were both resting on the bench, and pulled her close rather tightly.  Pulling at her was a way for him to release a little tension.  They were both on the verge of an orgasm and as the new song started they had to wait for the checker.  Ellen began rocking on his hips and rubbing her crotch and his member together.  Doing this was keeping her excitement high as well as his.  Where was the damn checker, she thought?  She had to calm down and await his intrusion, but she wanted to just keep going.  She bounced on Rich in a futile attempt to calm herself. 

Suddenly the curtain moved and the usual flash of light seemed to hesitate for a while.  She completely stopped moving for a second and the light disappeared.  Oh thank god.  She looked down at Rich.  She smiled and he had a serious puppy dog look on his face.  She lifted off, slid over and returned to the position she had before the music stopped. Her breasts wound up in a different spot right near his mouth.  He started simultaneously to suck on her tit and rub her g string again while she reached inside his pants and found his waiting cock.  It didn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips and, Ellen slowed it down just a bit.  She wanted a minute to concentrate on her own orgasm before she let him squirt.  She paused her thinking and felt him sucking and rubbing.  He sensed her need and began to focus exclusively on her clit.  Yes that’s it, she thought, that’s it.  YES! She had an explosive release.  She bucked and she could feel the juices let go beneath her and her legs wobbled a slight bit.  It was still throbbing away like waves at a beach when she returned to concentrate on rubbing him.  It took a few long slow strokes to get his hips moving and then she sped up her motion, rubbing quickly over the cotton material.  Her legs were clasped around his thigh and her pussy gave her one more pulse just as he arched and began to shoot his load into his pants.  She continued to rub him, slowing down and pulling harder to coincide with his hip thrusts.  Even when it appeared he had finished ejaculating she continued to caress his cock and even reached below to lift his balls.

There was plenty of time left in this song for them to clean up and for Ellen to get dressed.  Rich gave her another $100 bill. Ellen wished it was smaller bills because she was a little afraid of what Adam might think happened when she showed him how much she got paid for her “dancing.”  She kissed Rich on the cheek and they left the private booth.  He headed for the door worried whether his pants looked wet. She found her way back to Adam’s table alone.

She was huddled up holding herself in her own arms.  Sleeping.  Her soft smooth porcelain skin stretching out from the sleeves of her tshirt, folding hands under her chin.  Her blonde hair folded on the pillow surrounding her face.  Soft, wavy, inviting me. Her forehead a bit shiny in the heat yet her expression was angelic.  Without fear, without doubt, dreaming in another world.  I could watch her sleeping forever.

I looked at her slim youthful body half exposed by the sheer white sheet.  I marveled at the precision of her feet like one would a newborn’s.  She rolled over, her leg and rounded haunch exposed as her tshirt slid slightly up.  Marvelous.  Exciting.  There was no question that I had the sensibilities of a man trapped in the body of a woman.  How I lusted after the female form.  How this woman excited me so.  My eyes slowly surveyed the line of her nude leg and the crack of her ass.  Desire erupted within me as I continued to look at her sleeping form.  I reveled in the passion I felt.  Reveled in the sight of her.

Thoughts filled my mind tempting me to act on them.  And so I did, touching her leg, rubbing it from end to ass slowly as she woke.  She stirred slightly as I put my mouth on her calf and kissed in little traveling kisses up her leg along her thigh and onto her plump cheek.  With one hand I tossed the sheet aside exposing her bottom half.  She was awake mostly but lay spread on her stomach patiently waiting on my ministrations.  My hands roamed the small of her back as my face worked its way around her backside.  I knew my hair with its long soft tufts tickled her hips as I moved from side to side touching her curves with my opening and closing lips.  Only another woman could truly understand what excited a woman. 

I put each of my hands on each of her cheeks and spread them so I could kiss the inside of her sensitive crack.  She loved it when I played in there and I knew it.  Placing my face into between her rounded orbs, I touched her lightly with my tongue, running from the top down to the bottom. When I moved my tongue along he length of her crack I ran my tongue over her brown hole as though I didn’t know it was so much more sensitive than the rest.  I just flitted across it going down and then quickly ran back up and over her hole again. Then I blew air from deep in my lungs – warm air – down her crack and across her hole.  Followed by more licking and tongue touching, dropping moisture to be air dried.

Kelly was now moaning her approval of my face in her ass.  She was fully awake although perhaps by choice still dreaming.  I put my hands under her hips to encourage her to lift her ass higher in the air and she responded immediately by getting p on her knees.  In this position I could put my whole face in her ass and move my hands around to the lips of her pussy.  My tongue was fully engaged on, around and in her hole now.  After the first few licks all the musty odor was replaced with my own saliva and I licked her without hesitation.  I pushed my tongue in and out of her and felt the muscle that surrounded her hole first tighten and then relax.  As I worked on her I could feel her rear opening open wider as if inviting me in farther.

At the same time I rubbed the front of her pussy with my palm.  I rubbed her clean shaven baby-naked pussy lips.  Gently sliding along her lips and dripping my fingertips in between as I went.  Not too intensely since I knew her primary attention was on my face but rather a rhythmic back and forth spreading my palm across her full lips.  I could feel her lips swelling slowly under my touch. 

It soon was time to turn her over on her back.  She responded easily to my physical suggestion to do so – a sign of two people who have had enough sex to know what to expect from one another.  My face remained below her waist and my hair swirled around her hip and onto her groin.  Kelly had an area that was almost too sensitive just inside her hip bones and just below her bikini line.  She had noticeable tan lines on the front but no on her back because she had worn a thong for the last season of sunbathing.  As my hair traced its gentle way across Kelly’s lower stomach, it touched that sensitive area and she involuntarily raised one knee.  I loved the way that Kelly responded to my touch.

 I moved my face onto her pussy lips.  I loved the clean shaven area.  Her aroma was so sweet and her lips were swollen and waiting for my kisses.  My tongue worked its way between her lips and licked up and down the full length of her slit.  At the bottom I could feel the moisture seeping out her opening and at the top was her lovely clit.  Her clit was one of the most prominent clits I had ever held in between my lips.  When it got hard as it was now it was impossible to ignore.  Plump and hard it was almost like sucking on a small fingertip.  On its own I found it poking up between her folds.  Of course, it was too soon to lick it directly or at least to spend a lot of time directly on it.  I preferred to tease her by touching it very gently, kissing just below it and lingering around beside it.  I moved both hands together surrounding the tops of her lips and pulled them apart.  Then I lay my flaccid soft tongue on her clit and moved it so very slowly along it.  I ended the movement with a kiss.  I did this a few times ad I could hear her draw in her breath and let out a moan with each ending kiss.  She was louder and I was slower with each glacial lick.

Now I know there are some guys who are good at eating a woman out, but no guy can compare with a woman on a woman.  Know man can know the intensity of feelings that are encapsulated inside a woman’s lips.  All the intricate nooks and crannies.  All the different places to put different feelings.  Men think it is just another cock only smaller.  Rub it hard and fast.  A woman’s clit is so much more and can be played with in so many different ways.  A woman can experience sex in so many different colors, textures and intensities.  Men have no idea really.  So while I knew that Kelly did men too, I also know that none of them give her the kind of pleasure that I give her.  And for the next hour she received all that I had.

Licking inside her lips, moving down to her wet opening I rolled my tongue inside her. Pushing it inside and rolling it around the edge of her opening.  I moved one hand down to penetrate her pussy with my fingers.  The other moved over so the thumb was on one side and the remaining fingers were on the other side of her clit.  This hand kept the pressure on opening the top of her lips exposing her protruding clit.  With the other I inserted one finger tip and rubbed it along the entrance to her cunt.  I know a lot of women don’t like that word but when my face is down between the legs of another woman, the word seems perfect to me.  If I don’t say it, I think it.  Slurping her cunt, poking her cunt, kissing her cunt.  I had one finger in her and she was predictably sopping wet. 

As I felt her opening widen I moved two fingers inside of her.  With two fingers I went after her g-spot.  I ran my fingers up against her spot, pressing its rippled surface against the roof of her cunt.  She was very responsive to this and I rubbed up and down a finger on each side of her slightly protruding spot, thrusting like a perfect man might.  A man who had a dual tubed and thickly girthed cock.  I thrust harder and faster but just before she could focus on her orgasm I slowed down and kissed and sucked on her clit.  I could feel her attention shift and after sucking and kissing for a little bit I could feel her focusing again and getting ready to explode.  Again I would shift.  Giving up on her clit I would begin moving my fingers inside of her against her g-spot.  Each time I shifted she would refocus her attention quicker and so the switching became faster and faster.  Her hands were gripping fistfuls of my hair.  And I began to overlap so there were periods when I was finger thrusting and licking, sucking and kissing. 

Kelly was completely in another world, concentrating on the intense feelings emanating from all of her various parts.  When she exploded in an orgasm it was incredibly intense.  She let out a loud moan that anyone who heard would have known what happened.  I could feel and explosion of juice from inside her pussy, filling her and pouring out her opening.  I continued to touch her but had to back off of the intensity to match her tolerance level.  And I was very good at slowing down, allowing Kelly her space while she came, yet not completely withdrawing.  After a few minutes I kissed her clit gently and her whole body shook.  A few minutes after that I did it again.

Kelly grabbed my head and lifted me off of her lap.  She drew me up to her face and kissed me passionately, gratefully, thankfully.  It filled me with warmth.  Her wet juices played between our lips, her aroma still wafting my nostrils.  She hugged me tight and I could feel our breasts pressing against one another.  Her hard nipples slid around until they found mine.  I loved mushy breast hugging.  My head found the nook of her neck and I settled into a cuddle while I hear her say, “Good morning, my darling.”  And I felt so right with the world and so in love.

I want to extend it.  That feeling that comes through the sensitive part of my cock.  That feeling that wants to keep my hips moving. That wants to keep the flesh along my shaft rubbing.  Rubbing in an effortless rhythm.  The rhythm I know can take over all of my feelings and all of my mind and drive me relentlessly toward an explosion.  The explosion that so satisfies me.  It is the trip that I love the best.  The part of the journey that says ‘don’t stop’.  When nothing else matters but the feeling.  And so I torture myself in order to extend that feeling. I stop and wiggle my hips and try to calm my aching cock.  I do. My stiff rod yearns to continue and I stop but only for a short while before I rub it again. 

There is no pain or anxiety.  Only a thousand thoughts running through my mind.  Of me and you.  Your nakedness.  Your sweet pussy in my mouth.  Sopping.  I am also thinking of her and letting her watch us.  Watch me while I masturbate, here in my bed as I am doing between words.  The words slow me down and torture me. Such sweet torture.  Nasty thoughts enter my mind.  Please accept that they are not all of you.  It is especially sweet to have your acceptance and to feel your imaginary hand pet me tenderly.  Understandingly.  Of human frailties and desperate powerful lusting needs.  I feel your acceptance and hear your voice whisper a mother’s OK.

My rod is hard and strong and I love it like this.  Would you like to see it?  Would you like to watch me masturbate?  Can I show it to the world?  Can we get all the women in my life together and let them watch.  All the women who I have lusted after.  Let each one come and give me a kiss while I masturbate for them.  In a public place.  And as I think of the most outlandish circumstance, those feelings overcome me.  An image or two; a possible encounter or two; enters, takes over and makes me explode.  Once, twice, three times before a pause.  Then again and again.  And once more. 

How completely satisfied I feel for the moment and how utterly tired.  I think I will just cuddle here with myself for a few.  Appreciate the tingling.  Enjoy the warmth.  Dream the best of dreams.  Just for a few.

That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.

She was really a very shy girl and now as a woman she still had trouble dealing with men.  It wasn’t that she was unattractive, the opposite, in fact.  She was beautiful and her shyness was brought about, in part, because she developed plump breasts so young.  Her ample breasts attracting unwanted attention when all the other girls were still in T-shirts.  Walking through the cafeteria line at school became an embarrassing column of eyes all focused on her chest and snickers when she walked by.  Even now she found herself conflicted.  As a mature 40 year old, sex was still uncomfortable.  She couldn’t explain it.  Didn’t really understand it, but had learned to accept it.

She met Dan at a club and they had seen each other four or five times.  He was a very attractive and successful man a few years younger than her.  She knew tonight it would be required to invite him in for a drink at the end of the date and while she had done this before, tonight would be the night she “put out” or else he would lose interest.  And it wasn’t like that really.  She found him attractive.  They clicked.  She liked his sense of humor and they shared a lot of the same interests.  It was just that all men seemed to expect more of her than she was interested in giving when it came to sex.  Her sex drive just seemed lower than the men.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give.  It was just that she often found herself in a lose-lose situation where she lost them if she didn’t invite them up; she lost them if she brought them up and turned them down; and she lost them if she gave it up too easily. 

Tonight for dinner she wore an attractive summer dress that slipped over the curves of her hips and it drew the appropriate compliments from him.  At the end of the night she invited him up to her bedroom, and they lay together fully dressed and kissed each other.  His tongue rolled playfully around the inside of her lips and tickled the roof of her mouth.  He caressed her breasts with a gentle pushing and squeezing.  He seemed to have good hands and a sensitivity that she liked in her men.  He kissed her sensually along the side of her neck, behind her ear and along her shoulder – at least as much as he could get with her dress on.  She found this exciting, particularly the mixture of his warm breath and wet kisses along her neck.  His hands slid along her legs but he was taking his time and resisted reaching for her crotch area.  There was something she found exciting about lying next to him with her dress up above her panty line, even though he couldn’t see much in the near total darkness. 

She suggested a change of lighting and got up brought a candle to the bedside and lit it.  As she was sitting on the bed turning off the light, he sat behind her and ran his hands along the length of both sides, kissing the back of her neck.  She let herself relax under his kiss.  He suggested a few less clothes and tugged gently on the bottom of dress.  She lifted her hips and quickly her dress went over the top of her head and as they remained sitting with him behind her.  He moved his body away a bit as his face placed kisses around her shoulders and back.  He unhooked her bra as he kissed her, slid the straps off of her shoulders and his hands found their way to the front of her bra.  As he removed the bra his hands cupped both breasts.  They were only a handful now since she had had them reduced.  Once in awhile she wondered if the men in her life would have liked her to keep them at their original size, but she was glad every day that her breasts were now a more normal size.  It was hard to tell if her back hurt less as a result but she liked to think it did.  He continued spooning her from behind, his kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts until her nipples became tight, stretched and more sensitive to his gentle caresses.

She turned around toward him, feeling uncomfortable that she was in just her panties and he was still fully dressed.  She asked him to remove his clothes while she stretched out and watched him.  When he was down to his shorts, he kissed her on her legs – first on one then the other, back and forth between them.  She felt that he wanted her to open her legs but in new relationships she was always too shy to just open them up.  It was as though she would be giving into her wanton desires in an unladylike way.  Deep down she was so afraid of becoming a slut.  He moved past her panties and kissed her on her belly and she reached down with her hands urging him to return to her face, which he did.

He kissed her rather hungrily around her face and neck while his body lay on top of hers.  She liked the feeling of his body on hers, crushing her slightly with his nudeness.  She was getting more turned on by this kissing then the kissing of her legs.  He was turned on too and she could feel the hardness between his legs rock over her mound.  Her legs did open now to his movement.  Her conflicts were beginning to disappear.  She was touching his back and feeling his rather pronounced muscles.  They were large and hard and smooth and it was exciting her just to touch them.  He moved down a bit on her and kissed her nipple, holding her breast firm with one hand.   His body moved slightly off of her and his other hand gently ran across her panties and in between her legs.  A finger found the slit below the cotton and it ran slowly up and down her swelling lips.  He returned to kissing her lips and she actively returned the caress of his lips.  She was enjoying his ministrations around her moistening pussy.

His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and he pulled them to one side.  His whole palm pressed against her naked mound and crept slowly downward.  A fingertip played with the opening to her tunnel, just rimming a circle around the edge, picking up some moisture and pulling it up into her slit.  Again repeated.  And again.  Only entering her tunnel to the depth of one knuckle.  In and out; up and down.  Then he stayed, playing in her hole, hooking his finger in deeper and stretching it – first this way and then that way.  He followed with a few deep thrusts into her tunnel but before she could get into a rhythm, he left her tunnel and moved along her slit toward her clitoris.  She was feeling good and ready to give into her feelings.  Her feelings that she really was a slut.  Her feelings that she was about to let this man who she knew slightly have his way with her.  His manipulating hand felt so good. 

His finger barely touched the end of her clit and he began a flicking movement right at its edge.  Like the flame of the candle next to her bed his finger brushed quickly and lightly across her way too sensitive clitoris.  This motion immediately drove her crazy.  Her hips started to move as he kept up the rhythm, working a little faster each time but never putting much pressure on it despite the fact that her thrusting hips caused his finger to move around slightly.  She was cumming and she wondered if she should try to hide it.  It was so quick yet although she knew she could have multiple orgasms, she just didn’t want him to think their lovemaking was over.  He seemed to sense this and kissed her in a sensitive spot just below her ear burying his face into the nook of her shoulder and neck, while she let out a long obvious moan. 

His hand stopped moving as she finished cumming but it stayed resting against her mound.  She started to say something and he cut her off with a kiss on the lips.  His hand moved caressingly over her crotch not focussing on her hotspots but calming her.  And then along the insides of her thighs and the kisses began again.  He certainly was not stopping.   She kissed him gratefully.  He began to move his face down her body kissing her sides and nipples and breasts.  As he continued lower he pulled her panties down along her legs.  She put her legs together to make it easier.  Again his face was in her stomach and approaching her pussy.  She wondered why she felt so embarrassed to have a man put his face in between her when she loved it so much once it was going.  Of course, some men were better than others, but she was pretty sure he would be great.  Nonetheless, she waited for him to open her legs rather than volunteer what she wanted.  His face felt wonderful in between her legs as he kissed each inner thigh and placed kisses around her pussy before focussing on any particular spot.  His tongue licked the length of her slit and opened it up.  Up and down his tongue moved depositing additional moisture to the area, especially over her clit.  Her hands were gripping the strong muscular of his shoulders – her fingertips pressing in the crevices between them.

He made his tongue loose and flat and ran it over her clit putting more moisture on it.  She couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or his, because she was sure leaking plenty of moisture on her own.  She loved what his tongue was doing, licking in a circular motion around her clitoris and along its sides.  Steady, constant, to an unheard beat.  Her hips were rocking to a slow beat almost without her being conscious of it.  Actually consciousness was rather hard for her to find at the moment because all she could think or feel was about his tongue and her clit.  She was going to come again and felt a little guilty that he was doing all the work but she was not going to interrupt him. 

On their dates when he would talk about sex, he would always brag about how good he was.  She realized he wasn’t just bragging.  And he hit the spot again.  Wow.  She was going to explode and she moaned loudly.  Suddenly he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it just as another orgasmic wave enveloped her.  Ohhh.  Her hips arched up.  And as her hips started to relax back to the bed a fingertip in her ass (oh god) making her quickly arch again.  And this time she was spent and she had to get some space between them.  She became too sensitive to his touch.  He complied but not before teasing her a bit with a tickle here and there.  And she was very ticklish.  She pushed him away from her, laughing while she did.

He turned on his side, his back to, toward the outside of the bed and lit a cigarette.  She snuggled up against his body her eyes peeking at his hard on under the boxer shorts.  The cigarette would give her just enough time to relax.  She sniggled against the muscles of his back and slowly caressed him with her hands.  She realized that she often felt as though she had a duty to please a man.  Kind of an unwritten tit for tat.  But right now she felt a strong desire to please him.  She wanted him to feel as good as she did.  She wanted to please him like no other woman had.  She realized she wanted him back early and often.

As he was putting out his cigarette she reached out and gently caressed the length of his cock.  He responded immediately turning slowly toward her touch.  She kissed him along the side of his back and moved slowly toward his crotch.  He lay on his back as she pulled his pole through the slit in his shorts.  She quickly positioned herself over his middle and lowered her mouth over the head of his stiff projectile.  It was quite long but not too thick and she easily brought the top of it into her mouth.  Using her hand and her mouth simultaneously she moved up and down along the shaft.  She was glad that he remained still.  She disliked it when men forced their penis into her mouth by moving their hips in and out.   She was afraid of getting it in too deep and choking.  It had happened before.  He had his hands in her hair but he wasn’t pulling her head, which could have the same effect as pushing his hips.

After about 10 minutes his hands urged her head up to his face and she kissed him.  She preferred sex in the missionary position and she invited him to come inside her, lying on her back while he took off his shorts.  He positioned himself over her but kept his weight on his arms, so that his body floated above her.  He probed her pussy lips with the tip of his prick.  Rocking slightly, he prodded her opening.  Then surprising her, he found her moist slit and ran the soft fleshy tip up to her clit.  She loved the feeling as he moved it up and down along her slit with the head of his cock…  She could feel her juices flowing.  He continued this for some time and quietly laid his weight down on her, never breaking the movement between them.  He reached down and putting his hands under her knees lifted her legs opening her pussy wide.  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel again and slid it in just an inch, pulling it out.  Back and forth he played with the first inch of her pussy until she wanted more of him in her.  She tried to thrust her hips at him with each movement he made downward.  Her legs were draped over his shoulders and when he leaned forward, he was able to control her rocking and thrusting better than she was.  Nonetheless her attempts and the added friction it created added to both of their abandon.  She was grabbing more and more of him with each thrust.  She could feel the animal in him taking over and the careful manipulator giving way to raw passion.  He was pumping her fast now and nothing was going to stop him.  She was usually a little scared when men lost control in sex.  She had her usual quick flash of being raped then realized how much she was enjoying this, how wet she was.   She hugged his back and his biceps tightly, she was grunting something to encourage him, and she was about to cry.