She Calls Him Master

 She calls him Master

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For the way he moves her heart

For the way she moves his soul

She calls him Master

For the way he commands her dreams

For the way his lips draws hers

She calls him Master

For the way her body ignites in his presence

For the way her thoughts orbits his face

She calls him Master.

For way he knows her, like no one else can

For the way she knows him, like no one else can

She calls him Master

For the way he leads her

For the way she follows him

She calls him Master

For the way his stare pulls her like a heavy tide

For the way she gives over to his will

She calls him Master

For the way she looks for him

For the way he looks for her

She calls him Master

For the ways time has drawn them apart

For the ways time has drawn them back together

She calls him Master

For the way this story is written

For the way it can never be unwritten

She calls him Master

3am... again

 Our turns in our sleep pulled us apart. I turn to see your back turned, and I slowly shuffle back into position, but I remember your in a thong as my hand shifts over your body and feels the side of it pressing into your waist. I immediately start to erect. Greedy hands start to glide over the mounds of your body, and it rustles you awake, knowing that I'm about to feed and you curve your body into my waist and feel my swollen excite Fingers playing and tugging on your nipples as I bury my face in the back of your head, and I move my mouth to your ear and whisper, "I want you." Your body immediately responds with subtle movements. I run my fingers over your lips with your mouth half open, and I thought your tongue. Gliding hands turn to gripping hands, gripping your ass harder and pulling it. Ur body is already lubricating by the time my fingers sneak past the thong and press firmly into your womanly flesh. Gasps turn to moans as from behind, I start to rub my broad hand in circles, parting your waking lips, revealing your waiting clit. The shaft of my fingers rubbing over your anus multiplies your pleasure. My left arm under your body reaches up and finds your throat. They meet and embrace. You rotate your body to me, so you're a bit more on your back. I switch my hand to the front and ease your thong to the side. Moonlight coming in, shimmers on your hardened nipples. I don't resist and start to lick, suck and bite them as my fingers work against your slippery defense, but I am successful, and 2 middle fingers enter your waiting sanctuary. Words and phrases leave your body into my ear, competing with the sucking and licking sounds tormenting yours. "Oh fuck" "oh God baby" wince out as you try to keep quiet but it dances with the sounds of my mouth and my fingers slushing around. I moan from satisfaction as your ecstasy fills my ear. I get jealous of my fingers so I pull them up to our face and we both taste them, together at the same time. Our tongues slipping between and touching, our lips fighting to kiss while savoring your juices. I want more so I raise up and shift my body over you and set my head between your legs. I slowly kiss on the outside and work to kissing inside and locking my lips around your clit. Both my hand reached up and feeling your breast and gliding over your nipples. More words of submission escape, "that feels so good daddy" trailed by gasps on each direct pull and lick. Gyrating hips push on to my chin and I start to lick more inside you. Each lick pushing more and more in. I taste even bit. You're more than ready. I raise up again and this time to mount you. As I'm kissing you, your hand is already holding my hard waiting cock and guiding me inside you. Hot, wet walls greet my invasion. Feeling me inside you, kissing me and tasting you on my mouth at the same time only turns you on even more. I drive my hips in this dance with yours, overtaken by lust, greed, passion, and desire. One hand returns to your throat to remind you this is mine and to keep your lips locked into mine as I feel the jerk of each stroke reverberating in your head. "Feed me" I command you each time and either makes you more wet or you cum on my dick. "Yes daddy" and eventually "thank you daddy" to my command and subsequent delivery of my gift. By the 3rd time, my feeding is full, and I explode deep inside you, my body stiffens as I deliver my load. You watch my face, and it pleases you. Your hand gliding over my arms and back. You have been taken. Once I soften my back, still inside you, we continue kissing. We both do a quick light giggle... satisfied. I roll off you, and we lay on our backs with the moonlight blessing our union. I get you a hot towel, and we return to slumber. Curled up in a forever spoon while the world waits.

The Mentor

Parties like these were way above his pay grade, but Cole had to go.  He was being recognized and he had to show up.  He couldn't believe this was Dan's house.  Dan was the VP and moving to COO soon.  Dan pushed to have the employee of the year given an award at this dinner party which was kept at his house.  Cole was just a senior analyst wearing a rented suit and took an Uber.  After navigating his way through a driveway of exotic cars, he bared the rest of the evening, went up for his award when it was time, and smiled for the photo op.  Shook hands with people he never met and who seemed happy to meet him.  As the evening winded down, Dan walked over with his wife and chatted with him.  Cole could only thank him for the recognition and complement his home.  Dan actually had his driver take Cole home in his Maybach.  I guess for appearances right.

A little inspired, Cole started considering his future with the company and started doing some research. A solid 5 year plan to land in leadership seemed to be the way to go.  A coupe weeks went by and Cole actually ended up in the elevator with Dan.  A great opportunity to ask some questions.

"Hey Dan you mind if I ask you if you have any old text books or training material you don't need anymore I could use?  I'm thinking of steering my career path."

"That party got to you huh, yea sure I think I have some old books I can get for you.  As a matter of fact why don't you swing by my home this Saturday around 5pm.  You still have the address right?

"Wow Dan, I really appreciate it.  I'll be there!"

Cole skipped off thinking his future was looking up.  He imagined getting his old books with handwritten notes on the sides of the pages, gems to take in and become like Dan one day.  As corny as it sounds but he hardly slept on Friday night.  A kid on Christmas Eve night.  Pulling all the way up the driveway this time in the Uber was even more impressive to see the house whiteout a maize of cars in front.  As he was expected, there was already staff there waiting to escort him to the main library.  Dan was somewhere in the house so Cole got a chance to take in the impressive size of the library he sat in.  After a few minutes the door opens and Dan's wife sticks her head in.

"hi Cole, nice to meet you again, Dan's just finishing up with the guys so they can leave and we'll be right in."  

"Sure thing" he responds but then for a split second he wonders "we"? But shrugs it off.  Some time passes, maybe 15 minutes and Cole simply kept himself busy scrolling on his phone.  The door opens again and enters Dan and his wife.  Cole stands up to greet them.  Dan had a small bag in his hand and not books but figured they would get to that later.

"You remember Debbie, how are you Cole"  A quick greet and they sit.  Dan sat back in the middle of the leather sofa.  Debbie off to the left, and Dan in the Chair facing Cole.  Light chit chat ensued but 2 things started to seem off to Cole:  Debbie was dressed more for a dinner party and she was staring intently at him. Cole wrote it off as fancy housewife dressing and that rich people simply pay better attention, that's why they're rich right? The chatting went on then all of a sudden Debbie stood up.

"Enough of this talking, you keep trying to impress these kids and I just want to fuck!"

The room immediately went silent as Cole looked up at Debbie in utter shock.

"Honey, you're just going to scare the poor kid off".  Why did he speak so calmly and wait what? These kids?! 

Cole stands up and starts to say "Uhm I think there's bit of a misun..."

"I'll pay you fifty thousand dollars to make love to my wife and I'll make you the manager of the team you're on".  Dan opened the bag showing him the cash and tosses it over to his feet. The shock froze the room as Cole looked at the bag with the stacks peeking out.

Cole's eyes opened wide and his throat closed shut. Does he leave, does he stay, does he take this opportunity, what the hell is going on here.  Cole was frozen. Dan sat there smiling and before he notices, Debbie was already walking over to him.  Debbie was a tall 5'9" busty blonde, and as she got closer he realized the dress was more see through than he thought.  

"Cole, look at me.  This is a very private life we live.  Anything that happens here, stays here.  Dan and I have...an arrangement.  Look at him, does he look upset?  This is what he wants, this is what I want.  Don't you find me attractive?  Debbie stood there, and stared at Cole.  Dan, in silence but wearing a grin.

"So you want me to make love to your wife" then turns his head to Debbie "to you...you...now?"

Debbie takes his hand and puts it on this broach like clip on the the front of her dress and helped his hand release the clip.  The dress falls to the floor revealing her full naked body. Cole stares at her body and saw the lust in her eyes. Cole going through so many emotions but the cash at his feet soon turned his attention.  He reached up and grabbed her face and started kissing her.  You could hear Dan let out a satisfactory laugh and a singular clap, applauding and commencing the evening's activities.

Right there in the library, Debbie helped undress Cole in front of her husband.  She reached down and started to massage his dick and as it came to life she looked at Dan and said "look at this man's cock, it's so much bigger than yours. Don't you wish it was this big?" Cole immediately realized their arrangement because Dan did not respond out of shame, he was fully aroused and pulled his own pants down and started to masturbate in the chair.  Debbie went on her knees and started to suck.  In between taking Cole in her mouth she would taunt Dan. "His cock is so big honey".  Cole actually started to enjoy it and started to get into it.  After a few more minutes, Debbie got up and said "I want it now" and goes on all fours on the couch.  Cole looked over to Dan who was just jerking off with a big smile on his face. In full view, Cole mounts Debbie and finds himself inserting his manhood in the richest woman he has ever made love to.  This experience, this taboo experience excited him even more and he started to really enjoy her.  He even forgot he was being watched by another man, yet alone the husband of the woman he is currently fucking. The experience became euphoric and he was lost in it, in her.  Even Debbie forgot to keep taunting Dan.  She turned around and now facing each other they continue to indulge each other. She even kissed him as their foreheads braced on each other,  Cole glanced down to his right and again saw the stacks of cash peeking out of the bag and started to smile.

"Cum all over me" this line broke the rhythmic breathing as Debbie was ready to be covered.  Cole understood the instruction and the order spiked his senses to deliver, and very soon was pulling out and lacing her body with ropes of cum.  Satiated with orgasmic pleasure, he sat back and Debbie laid there trailing her fingers in his glorious mess.  We don't know if Dan came but he stopped and pulled his pants up.  The grinning never ceased though.  The couple made eyes and you could see the pleasure exchange between them.  Towels were already in the room which Dan fetched and handed to the 2 tributes.  Cole got dressed while Debbie stayed in the couch with the towel over her.  She reached her hand up, "it was such a pleasure Cole".  Cole took her hand and kissed the back of her hand, as you would royalty, then she dropped her hand down and closed her eyes, turning her head like she was about to take a nap.  

"I'll have the driver take you home again".  Cole took the bag and followed Dan out to the waiting Maybach.  As they drove home, Cole wondered, how often does this happen, does the driver know what I just did, what the fuck just happened.  On Monday a board meeting was called and the department manager for Cole's team was moved and named Cole as his replacement with immediate effect.  Dan went off to be the COO and hardly saw him again other than in big corporate events from afar.  The yearly award for employee of the year was still kept at Dan's house and interestingly enough, it was mostly a young black man winning that award.  Cole just smiled to himself and enjoyed the memory.

Collared

Shiya lived your fairly normal life.  No angel, but never arrested or had to leave town.  Her college sweetheart finally proposed...she said yes.  The next stage of life looking pretty normal too.  Her full time job as a CPA  made her a little popular in town and her soon to be husband was the son of the retired Sherriff. Sitting one night at a dinner, her best friend decided to make a toast to her and Michael. But when her best friend said, "..may I wish you all the success and happiness for the rest of your life", something triggered in her.  Was she successful? Is this the happiest she can ever expect? Has her life been written in its totality already?  She's only 36.  Shiya feigned being in the spirit of the rest of the evening as a curiosity started to bubble.  "Is this all I am, is this all I'll ever be?"

For the next week, it's like she pulled herself outside her body and watcher her days, her hours and minutes and questioned, "Is this it?"  Mind you, nothing was bad in her life, a life most would envy for it's lack of drama.  Is that it?  She wanted drama?  It was clear she wanted something.  She started paying attention to everything, searching for the gap in her life and to dive in it like a fountain of youth and make the toast become real. She watched and watched.  She watched how she laughed, she watched how she made her coffee, she watched how Michael made love to her.  She put her life on a petri dish, and watched.

The following Monday, in the office, her boss walked in with someone.  'Shiya, meet Javian, he'll be helping us out with the audit coming up and I need everything in order, show him the ropes", and he walks away leaving the 2 of them standing on either side of her desk.

"Ok then" she says.  She reaches her hand forward, "hi Ja---"

"Just call me J, its ok, nice to meet you, Shiya right? and he took her hand.  As he shook her hand, his rolled up sleeve exposed his muscular forearm and she felt the power in his grip. This she was watching as well.  They chatted and went on with the day's business.  Javian wasn't new to this and actually knew more than her and he started showing her things.  Each day they worked together facing each other across desks but something started to happen.  In between talks she would look up and he was staring at her and the reverse was true, he would look up and she was starting at him.  Javian didn't know he was now in her lab.  She had him stripped down and laying on that petri dish.  She imagined things a woman about to marry should not be imagining.  Javian didn't leave much to the imagination either. Fitted shirts and fitted slacks with suspenders, no tie.  His form, teased her.  They had working lunches and she watched his mouth as he ate. By Wednesday the silent stares became more frequent and a little longer.

On Friday, just after lunch the boss rushes in the office.  "Javian, come with me, they moved up the deadline to next Monday and I need you with me at this meeting in town.

"What about the rest of this work we're doing?" Shiya asks.

"Finish up your part and bring the rest by my place later and I'll do the rest over the weekend" Javian said.  "I'll text you when I'm home".  

"Perfect, let's go!" and the boss herded Javian out of the office and in a minute you hear a car start up and pull away. Shiya had the office to herself until 4pm. Distracted with the thought of going over to his place tonight. What's she going to see, do, hear?  She decided this was going to be a piece of that gap her friend wished for her. decided this was something she needed to chase. She decided she's going to fuck Javian.  She was going to go over his hotel, take control and make him do things to her. Yes!...right? She goes home with the box of folders, places them on the dining table, explains the situation.

"Awe man, that's crazy.  It's ok hun, I'll just order Chinese and hang out with the dog till you get back."  I guess she didn't tell him the task was only to drop off the paperwork and come back home. Unfortunately, Michael didn't pay attention to the shower she took was a lot longer than what she usually does.

"Ok we're done, headed back to the hotel, I'll be there by 6:30" J's text came in...go time!  The excitement turned to nervousness as she grabbed her keys and kissed Michael on the cheek.  "what the fuck am I doing?!" as she walked to her car.  Ok I'll just drop the box off and go home, that's the plan, that's what I'll do.  I'm going to come home and go back to....my...boring...life" and she let out a big sigh as she sat with the car in idle in her driveway. Who would have thought a drive over to a man's place would be filled with saddened emotions.  She was conflicted.  Her body was clean, legs shaved, still business casual, black somewhat fitted pants and black button blouse, hiding lace lingerie. All week, wondering what he was thinking every time they caught each other staring.  Wondering why he jumped to nominate this valiant effort to do the rest of the work himself. they spent all week, watching and working, watching each other eat, laugh, share stories.  She regained composure and took back the reigns in her mind and she turned in and found parking.

She toted that box in hand up the the 5th floor.  The ride up in the elevator felt like an ascension away from her life into a new one.  Clicking heels towards his door then setting the scene with the ding from his door bell...."and...action" she whispers in her head.  She could hear J's footsteps stop at the door but he didn't immediately open it.  Why? The pause to open the door immediately threw her off.  Her finger was on the trigger waiting for her prey to show himself. In the middle of this anticipation being built, the door finally comes to life as the handle turned and reveal her capture.

Wait, what's this? J was already showered and in a white robe!

They stared at each other for a moment. But his stare was now him looking at her on a petri dish. His face was pleasant but dominant, his solid chest peeking out with water droplets still  on his skin, each drop catching her eye.

"Thanks for coming, sorry I didn't think you would get here so quick, so I grabbed a shower so I hope you don't mind." he said as he took the box from her which allowed her to finally see his fullness below his waist in that robe.  Her mind raced as he set the box down at the door.  "do I walk in, is he going to invite me in, just step in, do it!" 

When J stood back up, without saying a word he took 2 steps back.  He was inviting her in without saying a word.  Shiya stared at him and he stared back.  The hunt became a stand off.  Shiya was determined to take him and stepped in.  She turned around to close the door and as soon as she tuned back around, a hand reached right up to her throat and shoved her back onto the door.  Her door to freedom was now her trap door.  The shock poured from her eyes and a gasp only a millisecond short lived.  She grabbed his forearm and felt the girth of his arm pressed between her breasts.  their stare finally gets to continue long and hard, free from the confines of the office, uninterrupted. But not only was her stage in play but she was no longer the huntress.  

"why are you...really here?" J breaks the silence and asks.  He motions his hand up to her jaw, cradling her face firm but not tight and moved her face slowly from side to side. then back to center, and waits. Pressure still applied to her neck but not stopping her from talking.

This is her moment of truth, and she speaks. "To give my body to you". her mind goes into a whirlwind as those words left not just her mind but now her mouth and into his ears, the ears of a man that is not Michael.  Her arousal took flight and she could feel her body lubricating.  This is happening.  J does not speak.  He reaches in with his other hand and pull the button at her waist and pulls the zip down exposing the black lace thong she has on.  He slides his hand in then under and find his way to her wet center. "hmm" as he smiled. He got all his fingers wet then took his hand out and licked his fingers right in front of her face.  Finally she watched his mouth taste her instead of the food he ate all week.  She was his food now.  But now a flip, something she didn't expect.  He pulled her and flipped her around, quickly, aggressively, pressing her body facing the door. He makes her put her hands on the door as if she is about to get searched by a cop. J pulls her pants down, exposing her thong, ass and legs.  He reached around and started to unbutton her blouse.  He observes his pale white gift with laced trimmings from behind. J opens her bra and slides them down to top off the pile of clothes by the box.  His hands trail her body from neck to knee then he gropes and slaps both her ass cheeks so good they immediate turned light red.  Her thong was still on, slid to the side from the previous maneuver and she could feel some her juices touch her thigh.  

J pressed against her body and she realizes his robe was now off because she felt him fully erect and pressing on her ass. This made her go crazy because now all she wants to do is see it, feel it, suck it, fuck it. His hands roams her body, reaches up and slides his fingers in her hair slowly, but then makes a full fist of hair and drags her to his living room. She felt the pressure guide her to get on her knees.  She complies.  He's still behind her all this time and she waited for him to walk around and face her again, this time looking up at her dominator.  A few steps bring him in front of her, looking up at him, but now, looking directly at her was his full hard cock.  She reached up and grabbed it with one hand, then two, she squeezed it and felt how hard it was, for her. She stroked it then looked up at him as if waiting for permission to taste it.  His eyes stared with ownership and expectation.  She kissed it, the top, the side, the other side then she spit on it and slid it in her mouth. The shower fresh taste all for her. He leaned his head back and she started fucking him with her mouth.  Her hunger and excitement showed.  She wanted it all, and she tried.  He soon grabbed the two sides of her head he started fucking her face almost aggressively.  A week's worth of sexual tension, exploding in his hips.  Spit drooled down her chest as they fed on each other.

Then, just as before, J pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her shoulders and moved her up on the couch, pushed her to sit down and kneeled between her legs and pull her thong more to the side.  It was his turn to feast.  Again, the mouth she watched all week, finally on her. She watched as he kissed, licked and sucked her, she looked down his body and saw his long muscular back, his arms wrapped around each thigh and his head working back and forth, up and down, side to side. His tongue and his mouth fully pressed and driving her crazy through three orgasms.  

He pulls away slightly out of breath and again, almost aggressively flips her to kneel in the couch.  It was a centered living room so as she clung to the top of the couch feeling him peel down her thong, she got a look at this place and she stared as her head and body moved with the motion of being disrobed.  J, straddles her on the couch, he gropes and smacks her ass again.  Then she feels one hand grip her waist and the other guide his dick right up insider her slowly.  The heat, made him gasp, her wetness made it easy and they both start to groan as he started going in and out.  The waves on her ass start slowly but pick up as he grips her body and drives his pleasure into hers. They become animals.  As their bodies collide from the pounding, slapping sounds start to emanate the room, dancing with moans and rough breathing.  She couldn't cling anymore and was hanging off the top of the couch as he was pile driving her. Shivering orgasms exposed her pleasure. The last flip was J twirling her back to a sitting position and exploding all over he face, she helped stroke out every last drop and swallowed what made it into her mouth.  Their eyes met again as she soothed his dick in her mouth with ropes of cum on her cheeks, nose and forehead. J, leaned in, used his same right hand on her throat but softly this time. Guided her head up and kissed her a little.

Shiya took a quick shower and went home. The experience had her spinning on the inside so much, and had her so turned on, she went right home and fucked Michael, then woke him up later that night and fucked him again.  She started teaching him how to be more aggressive with her, and even got a custom collar made.  J, never came back on Monday as the project was over, so she never saw him again. For a long time after, when Michael had his hand on her throat when they made love, it brought her back to that night.  Now she was the happiest she could be.

The Drive

Synopsis: Woman who's career crashed driving home distraught starts to follow a mysterious man to his home.

Crosswired

Emily met Bo on a dating website, both admitting they're open to swinging.  But for the first year in their relationship they were monogamous to build their trust and partnership.  Eventually in year 2, they felt they were ready to re-open this part of their sexual relationship, and started looking up swinger groups hosting parties.  No doubt there was a plethora to be found underground.  After some deep research and speaking to various swinger group founders they locked in on 2 they could alternate between.

There's something different about knowing you're taking someone else's partner and someone taking yours, right there, in the same room, at the same time.  This is not for the average person.  It's not something to try easily.  This kind of exposure and mixing is rooted in the fabric of who you are and has underpinnings way before trust and loyalty.  This is a sexual freedom rooted in the core of your spine and you want it for your partner as much as you want it for yourself.  Anything less and your relationship is doomed. Bo and Emily were cored this way.

The first party they went to, basically a castle way out of town on a windy road up the hill. Masquerade theme, just the way they liked it.  They held hands walking in the gallery as if the party was waiting on them.  Topless waitresses walked around delivering drinks.  The shirtless bartender, serving exotic hor d'oeuvres, red and blue soft lighting moving across bodies, clothed and some already without. Slow heavy based exotic techno reverberated the room.  Caged dancers fed your eyes when you looked upwards. They walked around and started taking in the floor.  Standard rules applied.  Some couples were just watchers, some couples came to be watched having sex. Swinging was a whole social engagement.  You meet and chat, have drinks, chat some more, but at some point based on how eager you were, you would see a group of four, with two swapped sides, and their party would now begin.  

As did Bo and Emily.  They met a couple and after 20 minutes of drinks and exchanges, Bo had another woman sitting beside him and Emily sitting beside another man. Their making out was intense as they both were starved over a year of this indulgence.  They needed to feed.  Both couples agreed to do the same acts at the same time, this allowed diagonal stares and smiles as they each got pleasured and pleasured someone else, right there, at the same time.  Bo watched Emily's mouth wrapped around another man's cock while right next to them another woman was doing the same to him.  They made eye contact and smiled. When they traded to the men going down on the women, Emily watched her boyfriend enthusiastically go down on another woman while she grabbed the head of a stranger going down on her.  This was their first time so missionary was excluded because it was "too intimate" for their first time.  So both women were on all fours, shoulders almost touching each other as men drove their shafts in and out of them. The women looked at each other from time to time.  The men looked across to the backs of their partners being rhythmically fucked.  Satisfaction filled all of them and when that cup was full they poured out the rest on them, maybe 20 seconds apart.  Bo watching Emily with another man's cum on her ass made him go crazy and he took her to one of the upstairs rooms they paid for and fucked her again.  Emily watching her man's body moving like an animal and hearing his grunts and moans equally drowned her in pure lust and she was more than happy to finally have that vision in her head as they took each other in their room.

As they faced each other in missionary they took turned commenting.

"You looked so fucking good with that cock in your mouth".

"You fucked that girl so good, I got to see what you look like when you're behind me".

They released themselves and fell into a sleeping heap then left early the next morning, stepping over naked sleeping bodies and head nodded the bartender as they exited.  Two more parties like this would ensue over the next year and half.  This was a treat for them so they never needed to go often. Bo and Emily were deep in love and what drove that love deeper was knowing they were truly in synch with this side of their darkness and it bonded them.  But unfortunately this did not make them perfect and as the line says 'God has humor'.  They got into a nasty fight and over a month downward spiral, they broke it off. The devastation stung that much more because of what they found. Recovery would be slow and arduous.  

Layer on a couple years, a couple promotions and a few city moves and Bo was ready to try and find love again, with someone with the same inclination.  And this effort was not without success.  He met someone.  Similar to Emily, they agreed to wait a bit before jumping in the pool.  That time would come, and they did.  Research proved fruitful and they found a group matching their taste, and planned their first night.  Another masked event and they were happy to get all dressed up with custom masks. This was a mansion in the hills and a smaller crowd.  They went in and escorted to the main area themed similarly to the castle years ago.  They sat at the bar, watched and acclimated to their new surroundings.  Red roving soft lights moved around and previewed events they may take part in. As they looked around, a masked gentleman walked over and introduced himself. but there was a figure behind him and as the introductions started to be exchanged the figure revealed itself.  It was Emily!!  Masked, but he knew her face, it was her!  Bo and Emily made eye contact as they shook hands acting like they didn't know each other but you could see the fright in her eyes and a slightly delayed "hello" escaped her lips. The eventually made their way to 2 big expensive dark red leather sofas facing each other more to the right of the gallery.

They were not strangers, they were ex-lovers, now acting like strangers and about to partake in forbidden acts.  You couldn't see it but their hearts were beating through their chests.  Emily sized up Bo's girlfriend to see if he made a good choice.  Bo's girlfriend was a Spanish import with a strong Spanish accent. Emily's partner was Italian, dark curly hair with a sharp jaw line and just as tall as Bo. Emily watched as her partner focused on Bo's girl but then Bo and Emily would lock eyes and you could tell their eyes were having a different conversation than the audible, talking about what they both do for a living. Is this about to happen?  Bo and Emily are about to act like strangers and fuck each other? Anticipation quietly drove them insane.  

"Well, I think we should take this to the next level" as Emily's partner interrupted and slapped his knee, commencing the next phase: the swap. The 2 women walked over  and as Emily sat down she moved her head close to Bo and whispered "I missed you".  This immediate drove Bo to start having an erection.  They immediately folded over on each other and were moving faster than the other 2 and it was noticeable.  They couldn't contain themselves as they devoured each other, kissing so hard, kissing so deep, hands groping and feeling.  They were whole again, they were one again. The other 2 were no longer their concern.  Bo peeled off Emily's dress while she opened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Emily let out the most satisfying moans as she eased his cock in her mouth and Bo dropped his head back.  They were familiar, they were returned. Emily's partner would look over from time to time hoping for eye contact and a smile but was to get none tonight, neither did Bo's girlfriend.  The world evaporated.  When Bo pushed Emily back to go down on her, she bit her lips because she knew how intense Bo was, and knew exactly what to do.  She grabbed the back of his head with both hands and rubbed her hands over his head as he feasted on her.  She came very soon and over and over again as Bo ate her like  starved ferocious animal. Emily was driven by ecstasy as she gyrated her hips into his face. Bo flipped her over drove himself all the way inside.  He started slow at first as he felt the familiarity of her walls and her exact temperature. It lit him up.  Emily gripped the sides of the sofa as she took her ex-lovers cock over and over again.  She came again, then again and a third she had to bite her lips to not give off too much attention. Is this cheating?  They're supposed to be a strangers.  The taboo feeling spiked his excitement and he couldn't hold it in any longer. He exploded all over her, sooner than the other 2.  Bo fell back and Emily turned and sat beside Bo, their bodies touching as they watched the Italian still fucking the Spaniard. They watched them enjoy each other until the Italian couldn't hold it in anymore. With Both halves returned, the four had bland but humorous post coital conversations.  Bo and Emily facing each other, their eye contact meant much more than 2 strangers indulging.  Parting was such sweet sorrow that night. Will they meet again? 

Remember I said earlier God has humor? The conveyer belt of life never disappoints.  In their own parallel worlds, the Europeans exited.  Another year, new relationships and a new party.  They met again! And they fucked again, beside each other's partners. This time with more laughing as if they were an old couple having fun.  Bo and Emily, ex-lovers still meeting at swinger parties and fucking each other. The ultimate inside joke if you ask me.  They never met at every party but 3 times this happened.  They didn't keep in touch outside of these parties, no secret emailing, no one had each other's number. When they broke up they promised a clean break and let each other go, but life kept bringing them back together.  This secret satisfaction kept Bo going.

Three subsequent parties over the next six months and they didn't meet.  Did she stop, did she end up in a relationship where this was not an option?  Bo started thinking about her more and wondered about her.  One evening watching the news they recapped a string of accidents which has been happening and they focused on the most horrific one as the feature.  And there she was, her face was displayed "Emily Ruthers, died in April 20th after a loaded 18 wheeler with a driver asleep at the wheel ran right through her car, killing her instantly". Bo's face was instantly taken over with shock and he covered his mouth and his eyes immediately welled up and started to cry.  His new girlfriend of 3 months was in the shower so he had 20 minutes to mourn her.  He did.  When she came out the shower toweling her hair she said "So babe, tell me about this swinger's experience you had, I wanna see if I can get into it" (giggling).  Bo held his head down and said, "I don't think it's something I want anymore babe, early days doing crazy things. I'm good".

Birthday Present

Synopsis: : Birthday boy is taken home drunk by his girlfriend and best friend then the party continues in his dreams. 

Story to come.

Secrets

 Synopsis: : Secrets - secret stripper gets caught by her boyfriends friend and has to finish the job. 

Story to come.

Fair Trade

Synopsis:  

Set in a high rise upper class apt complex

4 married coupled spread out around the complex who never met.

But the wives eventually meet like an event or something

They get to talking and they all realize they're all in sexless or dying marriages.

So they agree to bait each others husbands to see if they will cheat.

All the men do...and it sparks the sex back in their marriages

To be continued.

3am

 I'm starting to touch your body, gliding my hands from ur shoulder down to ur hips and down around ur ass then ur thighs... I move in close so u can feel my desire pressed against u. I move my hands under your shirt and cup ur breasts, squeezing and pulling on ur nipples. I feel ur body waking up, slowly. I plunge my hand down between ur thighs and feel your moist warmth welcome me as u roll over and give me ur body...I take it...I take you. My gift, my duty, my love, all at once. I smother you with my mouth, my tongue speaking to your skin, they play. The giving now turns to taking as you turn, and we start to feed on each other with the same level of withheld desire while we are prisoners of sleep. We let loose the bloodhounds of our passion and hunt each other for the taste of pure satisfaction. Their panting becomes ours as we merge our bodies, savoring the meal.  Each bite, each stroke, filling their bellies, filling our souls with the only food it wants... each other. 

Every orgasmic swallow, a feast of pleasure unrepeatable anywhere, in time, before or after... 

Unrepeatable anywhere in time, before or after. 

We feast until we burst and collapse into each other, fused in skin and breath, fused in love, fused in eyes gazing. Belief and disbelief dancing and chanting together. I am yours,  you are mine, we are ours. Drunk from the wine of ecstasy, we twine our limbs and go back to sleep, filled but knowing this hunger is infinite, filled but knowing we fear nothing as our love is our home and sustenance...

..unrepeatable anywhere in time, before or after.

Secret Key

 She was the only one who could feed his soul the way she does, so when they broke up, his world was like a suspended animation and he wandered in a space and time frozen where she still existed to him. After a week of restless nights, and having to shape his pillows to feel like her body was still in his bed, the only way he could control his mind from going completely insane was to think about her in the present rather than in the past because it hurt too much. That, space, that vacuum, that black hole sinking him in inch by inch, day by day.  Soon the the sun was replaced with her face, he flavored the air with the smell of her hair and he filled empty spaces with replays of her. 

Unbeknownst, to him, the waves of torture he thought he was quelling only made the ocean of missing her swell quietly.  It swelled, and swelled as he slept.  He burst out screaming one night, torn from slumber, the swollen ocean burst its seems.  He needs her, he needs her in his presence, he needs her in his grasp.  Vapors of her no longer kept his aching quiet. They were in synch, they knew each others schedules, they knew everything about each other...he knew where she kept her secret key.

He leaped from his bed, threw on his hoodie and left his apartment at 2am on a Monday morning. Work in a few hours meant nothing and he traced the highway to her place.  What was he going to do? He parked a few houses down and stared at her house, fingers still gripping his steering wheel, engine idling. He turned his car off and the silence of the night came back on stage, the darkness gripping in anticipation. Alas, frozen in time, again, this power over him, this love he can't get rid of, commanding him, bending him to it's will. He got out of his car and walked to her garden door, the flower pot had a decorative stone tucked in the dirt, was a secret key holder and her key was still there.  It glistened in the moonlight as if it was happy to see him.

He walked in. Her dark, still, quiet, sleeping home, his heart beating in his neck, knowing her bedroom is feet away, not miles, not through a forest of pain. He froze again, and couldn't go any further, so he sat on her couch.  He fantasized about her sleeping body clad only in a short silk negligee with no underwear, and how it probably raised above her waist by now in her turning. Thinking about this aroused him and he was now erect and it didn't help knowing he was right there in her house and only separated by an opened door.  He couldn't help himself, he pulled his hard dick out and started to masturbate right there sitting on her couch while thinking about nights where he would feel her half naked body, roll her on her knees and fuck her while gripping her round hips shimmering from the night sky peeking through her window.  Her orgasmic breathing always sent his mind crazy and in no time he was shooting cum all over his hands, shirt and pants.  He sat there, trying to breathe quietly, still holding his cock, the smell of her house, her perfume and his cum put him in a daze and he sat for a while.  Driving back home, this new kind of satisfaction, calmed him while at the same time driving a new hunger, for her.  

He replayed this scene every night and masturbated to what he did. It was the only way he could sleep now.  But like every animal, the hunger returned and he wanted more, more of there, more of her. The midnight sky caught him in it's peripheral again a week later, tracing his finger on it's back and like a door to Narnia, he entered again. As he steered toward her living room passing her bedroom door down the hall, he saw her door was ajar as usual, and paused. Without thinking about it, he's already tip toeing towards her door and pushes it softly open. his heart beating in his neck again.  There she was, on her side with her nightie raised at her waist and her round exposed ass sleeping peacefully.  He immediately got hard.  He stood there inside her bedroom door and started to stroke his cock to her body 6 feet away. His mind went crazy, the thoughts he was having, the chance he was taking, the yearning he was feeding.  He orgasmed from this rush, this new kink, the body of the woman he loved, the woman he hurt, the woman who made his body pull every dark corner out and yield to her.

She came out the shower in the morning and as she stepped on her rug she stepped in a wet spot but thought nothing of it, thinking it was water from the shower, got ready and went to work.  

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Funny thing about kinks, obsessions and attachments, they can become overwhelming. They take over your body, they move your hands and feet subconsciously. He started going there when he knew she was at work.  He sat in her couch, he slept in her bed, he hugged her favorite dark blue hoodie as it smelled most like her.  It even felt warm as if she just wore it.  He was mesmerized. But what he did most of all to feed the animal inside him that still was very much in love with her, he took out her black g-string she bought to wear just for him, wrapped it around his cock and jerked off with it.

One day he stayed too long and when he washed the g-string he put it back in her drawer as he didn't have enough time to use her blow dryer to dry it.  Going out that night she reached into her drawer and while sifting for something to wear she felt something damp and pulled it out.  Damp underwear? Curiosity played in her head as she felt it through with her hands.  She raised it to her nose and smelled it. Instantly she knew it was him. She knows his smell like it was her own.  Many nights of devouring his cock to please her master, and swallowing every drop, she knew how he tasted, she knew how he smelled, she knew it was him. She knew he was here.

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She went through, surprise and arousal in violent sweep and she clutched her damp g-string feeling her body get warm. That night, she wore it and masturbated, keeping it on, knowing he touched it, knowing it was on his cock, knowing his cum drenched it. She masturbated for her master and her orgasms were more powerful that night. She knew the key was there, she knew he knew about it, she knew he was coming here, she didn't do anything about it. She would daydream at her desk that he was there right now smelling her hoodie, so she always put it on when she got home.  As i stated earlier, they knew each other through and through. they knew how each other thought, how each other felt, and knew exactly what each other would do.  She wondered if he came in while she was sleeping, and as scary as the thought started to be, it also made her wet right there at her desk and she grinded her thighs under her desk. "I want him to watch me sleep...watch me...master".  Echoes of ecstasy started to torment her as it was him. In their own worlds yet connected with a string no one can see nor would ever understand. Her mind wondered and every day she came home she would look for anything changed, moved or lifted as a sign he was here, she basically became a detective's daughter racing home to her crime scene of passion. But he made sure to always be careful.  Well, he tried.  Today he folded her hoodie instead of draping it back over the chair, how she had it. She caught him! The joy of his mistake, the excitement, the proof, soothed and tortured at the same time.  She wanted to see him, she wanted to feel him.

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Coming to her house while she wasn't there, soon, wasn't enough.  Like I said before, we're animals, we get hungry, and we need to feed.  He stayed away, trying to detox himself from this spell. Little does he know, the power of this love between them was already written, and he was just being dragged through the pages. So yes, the page where he is drawn out of his bed at 3am again came and he could do nothing but follow it's command.

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The chilled night air, folded him in again. The key still there.  He came in, and her bedroom door, again, ajar, like a replay from the last time. He walked in and His eyes widened as he saw her negligee once again raised above her waist but this time, she had on the black g-string, the one he masturbated with, the one he knew he didn't dry properly. She knew, and now he knows she knew. While he was frozen in his startled state, her eyes were open and she knew he was standing there, 6 feet away, just like the last time.

She was instantly turned on. So was he, and he started to reach in his pants. Movement...her still body moved and now excitement turned back to fear. His heart beating in his neck. She moved again but this time it was a gyration in her hips. His eyes widened to see the g-string move and how her big round ass moved with it.  But it didn't stop there.  She raised her left arm and placed it softly on her left hip and slowly glided it over her ass and squeezed at the bottom.  Could this be happening?!!  He stood there, one hand holding his now solid cock and her now blowing his cover and inviting him in at the same time.  

One step turned to two.  Six feet became 4 feet until there was no distance at all, and the only next logical thing to do was to reach down and touch her hand. The world stood still for them in that moment.  Weeks after not speaking, weeks of pain, anger and sorrow. Weeks after a nasty breakup, weeks of missing each other, weeks of feeling this love will not go anywhere but deeper.  The world unfroze for them and they were now in a world of 2 bodies colliding, heat transferred across their hands.  She knew he was already hard so she reached up and felt it.  With her back still turned, she started to stroke it.  She remembered how it felt, she knew every vein.  

As she held it, no words exchanged, he started taking off his clothes.  He no longer had to quiet his breathing and he was going to feed, the way he was meant to feed and she was ready to feed him.  He rolled her on to her knees and made sure to curve her back deep so all he could see was her long black hair, her g-string and her wide round ass.  Just the way she knew he liked it.  The night sky peeked in illuminating her body as he touched her and moved her g-string to the side. She was wet, she was hot, her aching pussy wanted him in.  He licked his lips like a hungry wolf about to eat and held his cock right on her already soaked lips and rubbed the head of his cock up and down.  They both sighed. English wasn't needed. 

"give it to me" she said. "take it, it's yours".

He eased his cock in and slid it all the way in and held it there.  Her moan, the visual of his body fully pressed against her ass with his cock all the way in.  This moment in time, was theirs and theirs alone.  

They fucked.

He flipped her over and kept fucking her.  Their eyes finally met for the first time since they broke up, now she's cumming on his dick and looking into the eyes of her lover, her master.  He leaned in and kissed her with her legs open and drilling her so good. Waiting passion erupted and he came hard inside her.  There was no holding this one, there was no holding back. He filled her waiting aching body.  She pleased him, the only way he could be pleased. 

He fell over and they curled into each other and fell asleep.  Still, even in this moment, no words, none needed.

To be continued.

Special Invitation

 Olivia  Adrian

Part 1. ADRIAN

Adrian's promotion at work was no surprise. He worked hard for this.  He did everything right for 2 years and his boss was proud to make the offer.  As they stood and shook hands in his office that Friday evening, you could feel the pride pouring out of the room. Grinning ear to ear almost skipping back to his office, anyone watching would laugh.  As he turned into his office, an unmistakable big blue envelope laid right on the middle of his desk. 

TO BE CONTINUED 

Week Of Desire

Belle and Austin lived together for 5 years. They're relationship was a little better than most. Coming from bad marriages, they had a mission to be happy.  The made sure to spend time away and together, they flirted, they had date nights, they always looked up things to try.  They're new thing was watching porn together and masturbating together. They watched all kinds and categories, and they were always turned on by each other's suggestion of what to watch next.

But it was just the two of them in their own world trying things together. One night, after a porn session, Austin's standing by the bed cleaning himself off with a warm rag, looking at her wasted body sprawled on the bed and says,

"How about a week where we act out all our desires?"

"Huh", as Belle turns her head perked up with curiosity.

"5 days where I come home and we act out one desire per day.  No limits, no judgements, no questions.  One week for you and one week for me." with his fingers pointing at his chest proudly.

Belle paused, needing a moment to think... "ok deal".

They planned the week this would happen, and Belle would go first. The agreement, Austin would need to stop by the gym and shower before coming home as the event would start right as he walked in.  Belle worked from home so she would already be waiting for him. Other than that, they spoke nothing about it...no limits, no judgements right?  

Two weeks pass and it's now the Sunday night before Day 1. The anticipation in the air had them passing grinning glances. No sex tonight, they cuddle and go to sleep.

Day 1: Roses

Austin opens the door to rose petals, scattered in a trail to the bedroom and R&B music inviting him to the bedroom, he follows.  As he opens the door, she's laying on the bed in a circle of rose petals in red lingerie.  Red mood light painted the room and she reached for him.  They made slow passionate love 3 times that night. They fed on each other draining everything and falling to a deep sleep.

Day 2: Metal

The front door opens, Austin walks towards the coffee table alerting him to a glass of water, a card and a small packet with 2 pills.  'take these and come in when you know you're ready.'  That's all the note said. Emptying out the packet in his hands he saw the brand.  He shook his head with a grin, took the pills, and sat on the couch.  In about 15 minutes  he saw quite clearly he was ready.  He took his clothes off and walked to the closed bedroom door.  As he opened the door he heard handcuffs clicking into place.  The sound made him pause. When he finished opening the door, his eyes almost popped out of his head.  On her knees, ankles locked open a very wide spreader, her g-string already pulled to the side, blindfolded and her wrists cuffed to the top of the bed head.  A big white piece of cloth on the wall above the bed in red says, 'fuck me till you can't anymore'. Austin was already super hard with those pills working. He went right to the bed, lined up behind her and started to fucking her.  His dick stayed hard with no feeling to cum.  He had to stop to catch his breath a few times.  He drove his dick deep as those pills turned him into a machine.  She took his cock deep and hard with every stroke and came over and over again like a good little slut being used.  He fucked her on and off for 3 hours in the position she locked herself in.  He finally came so hard inside her and fell on the bed beside her.  Both out of breath, he helped her unchain and they went to sleep.

Day 3: The Chair

Opening the door, he walks into the living room to 2 women sitting on the couch staring at him.  They giggle and get up.  Saying nothing they walk to his bedroom, he follows. He enters, Belle already naked on the bed and the 2 girls started taking their clothes off.  

"Sit over there", Belle motions to the chair in the far corner of the room.  He watches them join Belle on the bed, kissing and touching each other.  Mouths start going lower and lower. He's watching Belle have a 3 some with 2 girls and he's on the chair, cock in hand, stroking.  They form a 69 circle on the bed and eat each other. The room filled with each of them taking turns having orgasms. Belle then motions him to the bed and they all bundle up on their knees to worship his cock. He finishes on their faces and they kiss each other with his cum on their lips.  The girls get up, gather their clothes, stop by the bathroom then leave.  Austin's head by now is exploding with what he got himself into with this 'Week of Desire', but he's anxious and excited for the rest of it.  They have a normal evening and go to bed.

Day 4: Basketball

The door slams as he rushes in with high curiosity for today's experience.  He's halted as he turns into the living room seeing 3 black men all in basketball clothes talking amongst themselves and again, the talking stops as he enters the room.  They exchange stares for a moment as he makes eye contact with each of them.

"A'ite fellas let's get it", one of them said and they all get up and start walking to his bedroom.  Again, Austin follows.  She's standing by the bed, dressed in gym clothes and they form a circle around her.  They all take their clothes off, exposing their bull body physiques, then start peeling her leggings down to her ankles. When they pull her sport bra off, exposing her full pale curvy body, he saw on her chest, already written, "I'm your slut", no doubt written with the body marker they bought a few months back. She goes to her knees and starts sucking their cocks as Austin watches. Each hand gripping and stroking a cock, while her mouth barely fitting the other.  Sucking sounds fight to come out, as they're hands grope her body then they take turns holding her head to stuff their cocks down her throat.

"C'mon in bro, the water's warm", one of them calls out to Austin.  He undresses and joins the circle.  Belle now focusses on sucking his cock while the others jerk off over her.  Looking down on her in a circle of black cock raged through his body making him so horny that his cock felt as hard as it did the day before and he throbbed as she took him in his mouth. She turns back to the others and  she stays on her knees only turning her head to go from one to the other.  

"I want you all to cum on my face" she says.

"Yes mam" one of them says, and the speed of them all jerking off speeds up.  One by one, orgasmic sounds of each of the 3 men took over the bedroom as they plastered her face in front of Austin.  When it was Austin's turn she opened her mouth and swallowed every drop as his body jerked out every squirt.  She went back around and kissed and licked the head of the other dicks ensuring.  Heavy breathing and heated bodies, warmed up the room and it smelled of sex, spit and balls.

"We good?" said one of the men and they all pulled up their shorts and grabbed their jerseys and left.  They all gave Austin a head nod as they passed him.  Belle stayed on her knees with her face covered in cum staring at Austin.  He was so turned on, he got hard again, grabbed the back of her head to turn her around on her knees. With her ass now turned to him, he fucked her right there on the floor.  Her pussy was so  wet from sucking 4 cocks.  Cum dripped from her face by his fevered thrusts. He came inside her not long after. As his cock slid out it was shining with her juices, which was in extra supply today.

"Blow bang huh... hm!" was all he said.  They cleaned up and had a normal evening.

Day 5: Tipsy

They say be careful what you wish for, but is it really all that bad?  Sitting on the couch was the girl from the bar down the road.  On one of their date nights, a tipsy and shit talking Austin said this bartender would be his hall pass.  She sat in a tube dress exposing her thick Latin thighs and full chest draped with her jet black hair.

"Hi Austin, remember me?"  his frozen stare was his first response.

"ahhh, hi" he eventually got those sounds out.

"Come here, sit beside me" as she motions him over smiling.

He could feel himself expand in his pants and he walks over and sits beside her.  She put her hand on his thigh and leans back exposing the top of her chest, busting out of the tube dress she had on.

"I know you want to fuck me.  I wanted to fuck you too, but I didn't know if your girlfriend would mind."  Austin's dick immediately inflated as he heard this, he reached over, grabbed her neck and started kissing her almost violently.  Interracial sex was always one of his favorite categories and he was immediately thinking on his hard white cock going in and out of her light brown pussy.  She matched his kissing as his hands peeled down her dress exposing her already hard milk chocolate nipples. She started to gasp and moan.  He grabbed her hand and quickly lead her to the bedroom.  This time, Belle was sitting in the chair and stayed silent as he entered the room with the Spanish girl being dragged behind him.  He shoves her on the bed and finishes peeling her dress off.  He didn't even make eye contact with Belle as the girl laid there in one hell of a skinny gstring, and her brown hour glass figure against the white sheets.  Belle didn't expect him to acknowledge her, she knew he would have seen her in his peripheral anyway.  She watched him start to feed on her like a hungry wolf.  Austin kissed licked and sucked her like he's never eaten pussy before.  He then stood up and stripped his clothes off and flipped her over. He had her bent over the side of the bed.  The girl's face now facing Belle and Austin now facing her plump ass and Belle at the same time.  Austin slapped her ass and groped her so good it made her moan and jump a few times. He grabbed an ass cheek and peeled it exposing her pink, and shoved his dick in her.  Austin might be white, but he has a good size which made him hold his own with those black guys the other day.  She felt his length and girth slide in and her eyes popped wider as he filled. Needless to say, he started driving strong thrusts in her.  Her body and voice bounced to him.  Belle watched her man fuck his hall pass right in front of her. She smiled as the Spanish girl belted out orgasms one after the other.  Austin was in a trance staring at his pale white cock going in and out of her brown and pink lips, on his bed, in front of his girlfriend. 

This was too much for him, he whipped her around on her knees, grabbed the sides of her head. She knew to grab his cock and shove it in her mouth.  She sucked it eagerly.  Austin finally looked up and made eye contact with Belle, who by now was fingering herself on the chair. They stared at each other as he fucked her mouth. Austin's hunger continued.  He pulls her up on the bed and shoves her back. Her legs open as he climbs over her to start fucking her again.  He felt her nipples brushing on his chest and her curvy body jerking under him.  The orgasms continued.  He leans in and sucks her nipples turning her on even more.  Ready to cum, he leans up, pulls his dick out and pumps out ropes of cum over her body, all the way up to her neck. 

Her body lay there dressed in cum and he looks down on her fully satisfied with himself.  We then hear Belle letting out an orgasm from the chair and they both turn to look at her, legs open with one hand rubbing herself vigorously. Belle it seems was just as excited as Austin.  Staring at his masterpiece below him, she smiled back showing her satisfaction of this white boy.  

"Thank you" he said, raised up and extended a hand to help her up.

"oh you're very welcome" as she raised up. He guided her to the bathroom, and she left a few minutes later.

"This was one hell of a week" Austin said as they both made their way to the bed and snuggled up to each other naked.  

"we should make it 7 days next year" she said

"wait what" as a startled Austin couldn't fathom what other 2 options there could be.  They both broke out laughing then started kissing.

"watching you fuck her made me so wet, I couldn't help myself".

They fell into silence as they now turned on each other and fucked again to close out their Week of Desire.

Mystery Guest

 Finally on sale, the restraining strap system that goes on the bed pops up on Ron's phone. He leans over and shows Kendra.

"get it babe".

"clicking on it right now", Ron quickly gets up, pausing their Sunday afternoon couch time to grab his wallet and orders it.

"we're gonna have some fun with this one, I always wanted to try this".  as he settles back into the couch and hits play on the remote.

Kendra and Ron have been together a year now but just moved in together 2 months ago.  They've tried a few light things, handcuffs, blindfolds, spanking.  Now they wanted to try being fully restrained so one can fully tease and please the other.  Naturally, they've spoken on playing with a third person together, as they've each had some exposure in the past, but agreed the insecurity cost wasn't worth it, and Kendra wasn't ready to share like that...yet. Of course we don't need to know Ron's position on that, which man would deny the opportunity...but he wasn't greedy about it.  

Kendra was looking forward to the straps because she also has a dominant side and enjoyed having some control once in a while.  Sunday turns to Thursday and a package was dropped off.  Hearing the doorbell ring had both of them running to the door like kids on Christmas morning.  Ron ripped open the brown puffed shaped envelope and out rolled this black bundle of straps accented with silver pieces. Their mutual grins, oohs and aahs was like a crowd at a magic show.  Within the hour the bed was shifted, lifted and outfitted with the harness, and you could see the wrist and ankle cuffs peeking out ready for duty.  They made love that night but didn't use the straps because they had work the next day and wanted to reserve proper time to explore.  But before they fell asleep Ron said, "can you imagine if we had a girl strapped on the bed for both of us to play with?"  Kendra, a little annoyed, gave a light compliant giggle and kissed him goodnight and they went to sleep.

Hearing the door unlock was unusual for Kendra, as she was rarely ever home before Ron.  She came home early.  Already in a black negligee, Ron was shocked to walk into the bedroom to see his girlfriend already home, sitting on the bed, ready and waiting for him with her attire already telling him what's going to happen next. 

"well hello there! what's going on here" he said.

"you should probably go take a shower and come find out".

Ron eagerly complied and stripped down as he headed to the bathroom a few feet away.  

A few moments later, re-entering, wearing only his towel, "all clean!"

"I have an idea.  I want you strapped to the bed." 

Ron was hoping he would strap Kendra first so he could revel in his dominant side, "hmmm, ok fine, ladies first I suppose". Drops his towel and they trade places on the bed.

Sounds of Velcro and silver clips clinking into place take over the room and Ron is now flat on his back both feet cuffed to the 2 bottom corners of the bed and his arms not fully straight out, but bent almost to a 90 degree angle since he was tall, also cuffed to the 2 top corner of the bed.  Needless to say he was already hard as the anticipation built and Kendra deliberately climbed over him a few times instead of walking around the bed so he could feel she had on no underwear.  He throbbed.

"aaaand one more thing", as she stood by the bed looking at her man.

"oh, what's that?"

Kendra turned and opened her drawer and took out their sensory deprivation mask, a head mask, that fully covers your face, ears and nose, only leaving a hole over your mouth for breathing.

"ooooh, my turn to wear that huh"

Kendra stopped talking and mounted Ron over his tummy and worked the mask on. She kissed the portion of his mouth left exposed and started down his body, kissing his neck, chest, nipples, while one hand firmly held his waiting erection. She continued to lick and bite his torso and began slowly stroking him.  When her mouth was now over his cock, her heard and felt her spit right on the top and his hips grinded in anticipation. She spit again and stroked him.  She spit one more time and her hand was now able to glide up and down, wet and shiny. Ron was euphoric.

She suddenly let go and he felt her get up off the bed. He hears her muffled steps and something sounding like the closet door opening.  Maybe she went for something? His mind quickly taking inventory of what he knew was in there, and wondering what she's picking out.  Maybe she bought something new and hid it from him and he's about to find out?  Either way he remained quiet.  Neither of them speaking.

Pressure on the left side of the bed signals her return to the bed. But then Ron is immediately startled. Pressure on the right side of the bed??!!! What?!!!  He leans his head up but he can't see a thing.

"Babe?"

Giggles from 2 female voices are his only response.

"oh ...my...god" as he drops his head back as he feels 4 hands now gliding up and down his chest, side, hips and passing over his waiting manhood. He has no idea which side of the bed Kendra is on, but he feels a hand take hold of his cock and started to stroke it.

"mmmmmm"  this new voice utters and his ears and mind goes wild, because he cant tell which direction it's coming from.  Whoever was on the other side just let their hands rest on his hip and chest. He feels his cock enter a mouth...a hot wet mouth and it's sucking him!  One hand at the base and the other pressed on his inner thigh and he can feel her fingers rubbing his balls.

"Holy shit...babe?"  he calls again but neither respond.

The "mmmmm" continues, the sucking continues, and the other pair of hands remained planted.  Who's watching, who's sucking?  As his mind rampages on a desire coming to life, he feels the planted hands lift and shift, and takes hold at the base not interrupting whoever was there first. He now feels a second mouth on the side of his shaft going up and down in unison, with whoever is on top, going up and down.  

He now hears "mmmmmm" coming from the 2 of them sometimes at the same time, other times one after the other.  Positions change, and he can feel them taking turns sucking the top of his cock.  He feels their hands stroking him, he feels both of them spitting and licking. But now something new, kissing sounds! He can feel both of their mouths kissing each other right at the top of his throbbing cock.  You could hear pleasure flavored giggles mixed in with their "mmm's" and strong deep wet kisses being exchanged.  Ron's mind is soaring.  They switch back back to stroking and sucking but this time faster and you hear their breathing, moans and kissing speed up.

"baby!...baby!!"...Ron couldn't hold it back any more and explodes. They kept sucking and he could hear them sharing his love juice and feel them slowing down.  Their mouths and tongues worked away to clean up everything, and not waste a drop. Out of breath and on cloud nine, high as hell, Ron laid motionless, drained and trying to absorb what the hell just happened.  A body moves, the one on the right, the one who  started first, move up on the bed close to his face.  A kiss on his cheek is pressed through the mask and a voice whispers, "it was nice to meet you Ron".  The body got up off the bed, another set of muffled steps and now felt Kendra lay beside him with her head on his chest with no talking.  Sounds of someone getting dressed and in a minute, the front door opening and closing.

The mystery guest gone, Kendra now leans up and kisses him.  

"babe...that was fucking amazing"

"I know" she said not seeing how pleased she was in her face.

"Who the fuck was that, which one of your friends was that??"

"That will be my secret! Maybe it's a friend, maybe I went on a dating site and planned this months ago. Who knows?", and exhales with deep satisfaction.

Mixed feelings swept over Ron but he was too drained.  As he thought of something else to say or ask, Kendra interrupted.

"Babe, watching her suck your  dick turned me on so much, I'm so fucking wet right now and I need you to fuck me".

For the second time, sounds of Velcro being ripped off and metal clasps being released filled the room.  As soon as Ron's hands were freed, he peeled of his mask to see Kendra fully naked on the bed. He ravaged her that night, four times, heightened by the fact another woman was in their bed.  Ron never teased her again about having a threesome.