I was standing in front of him, trying to psyche him out, - some guys get very scared at this point, not knowing if they are up to it or not, but he was totally up for it, I could see the excitement glinting in his eye, the same sort of excitement I could feel. I was aware of the wetness, and a tight aching sensation in my cunt, I was surprised at myself how much I wanted to fuck him. I forced myself to back away, and brought in Helen and Emma, my two assistants, to soften him up. Well, not soften, quite the reverse, as they are both the biggest pair of prick teasers I have ever come across (or with for that matter.)
They soon had him sweating, and as I stood in the shadows watching, I too felt a trickle down my spine, as it was evident he was getting taken to the far end of pleasure. The girls were obviously affected, as they stopped, and, on the ground at his feet, they spontaneously pleasured one another. That was not usually included in the show, but evidently brought on by the chemistry of rubbing on his prick, and a great deal of slow tongue teasing, and licking.
His erection was now huge, and I thought it must be time I took over.
Helen and Emma were quite happy to move to the background, arms around one another, letting me get in close. I wasn't sure if to fuck him there and then, I was certainly hot and horny enough to want it, and I didn't want to waste a single moment of his glorious cock. Decision made, I moved in very close, and sliding my hands down over my breasts, I popped them out, so I could rub my nipples over his chest, and continued down to stroke his cock. I made sure I stayed out of reach of his teeth, he was becoming almost animal in his need, in a perverse sort of way making it more exciting for me. Moving back , I sat on the edge of the bar stool which Emma had very kindly put in place, and lit by the single bulb overhead, where I could be sure he could see me, I pulled up my legs, letting my knees fall open, so he got a spectacular view of my pussy, which was now swollen and glistening. It was not often that I got so turned on by just watching, even Emma and Helen were leaving me to it, although I could tell they were there, lost in the darkness.
My fingers, in the black leather, were all I needed to get me going, and I saw his eyes flashing onto what I was doing, clearly hypnotised by the sight of black leather and pink pussy. I fingered my clit, and pushed my gloved finger inside, where my cunt was slick with juice, all the time watching him, while he watched me. I was getting to the point where I had to finish, both me, and, to be fair, the bloke who had been teased beyond the point of fair. I took myself off the stool, and, with slow deliberation, turned around so I could bend forward, pushing my arse out at the level of his hard prick. Using the stool for support, I reached down, between my legs, with my gloved hand and wrapped my warm fingers, still sticky from my own body, over his cock. I felt him jump, as if I had prodded him with an electric rod, and he needed no encouragement to slide into my hot, cunt. All the work he had received had made his cock huge, and I was so turned on at that point, he didn't have to do anything to help me climax, but it really made me jump when he pushed into me the whole length of his dick. I had expected him to come straight away, but he surprised me by ramming into me, pushing my seething cunt way over the edge into more hot throbbing spasms, before I felt him spurt with enough force almost to split me in two.
Once I had caught my breath, I almost wanted to kiss him, but I didn't, I just walked away.
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She gave you a fantastic orgasm, so it was really worth the wait, and the pain of having been teased and sucked by those two crazy females was more than made up for by watching them enjoy themselves. After the woman with the long red hair and tight pussy had disappeared, the girls came back, and giggling together, they adjusted your clothes, unshackled you and escorted you out of the room, back into the gloom of the club.
Badly needing a drink, you again pushed through the throng, and up the stairs, this time without the same spring in your step. In fact, you were feeling decidedly knackered, so you didn't see her, back in place on the bar stool, V&T in hand. If you had looked up, you would have seen that she was smiling.
The End.
Their First Meeting
They'd fantasised about a meeting for weeks, but now that they were actually face-to-face, they were both a little nervous.
"Fancy a drink?" she asked.
"What I'd really like to do is get a bottle and take it back to the room."
"That's a good idea."
"Any preference?"
"Red, I think."
He bought a bottle of Aussie Shiraz from the bar and tasted it, and asked for a couple of glasses. Together, they walked down the corridor to the hotel room. They didn't rush. They didn't speak, either. They both knew what they had come there for. Once the door was closed behind them, she undressed and got into bed while he poured the wine and left it to breathe. Then it was his turn to disrobe.
Once in bed, they embraced, kissing each other tenderly, slowly exploring each other's bodies. Remembering their conversations, he slid his hand down her belly to her groin, then gently up the parting of her body until he found her secret place with the tips of his ring and middle fingers. Gently but firmly, he teased the bud of her clitoris in small circles and was gratified to hear her moan after a few moments. It seemed that their earlier nervousness was evaporating fast.
Encouraged by her reaction, he slid two fingers between her labia into her waiting pussy, which was already more than moist. She squirmed and bucked beneath his hand. He bent his head to her right nipple and gently sucked it until it was harder than it had been at the start, then nipped it slightly between his teeth. Her breath came with a startled hiss, but she moved so that her breast was more accessible and opened her thighs further. He replaced two fingers with three, so easily that he then replaced three with four. He doubled his fingers back over his palm so that they were rubbing on the front of the inside of her vagina and his palm was clamped down over her clitoris, and rocked his hand backwards and forwards, in and out.
She was very enthusiastic, thrusting her pelvis in time to meet his movements. After a few minutes of this, she whispered "more...." He didn't need to be asked twice, and as she was so very, very moist, he didn't think he was going to need any additional lubrication. He removed his fingers from her and anointed his thumb, ball of his hand and his knuckles liberally with her secretions. He folded his thumb into the palm of his right hand and returned four fingers to her vagina. They entered easily, as did his thumb, up as far as his knuckles. He sensed resistance then, so started to rhythmically push and relax, push and ease up, at a slow pace.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. He took this as assent and increased the pressure he was exerting. The widest part of his knuckles had by now entered her muscular ring and with a steady pressure and a twist of his hand, he was able to enter her completely. He folded his fingers into a fist as he did so, and within seconds was inside her to his wrist. She gasped audibly and stiffened as he completed the manoeuvre, but he didn't move further and she slowly relaxed, growing used to the sensation of being completely filled.
As he sensed that she had become accustomed to the intrusion, he started to move again, slowly, gently rotating his fist, pulling it slowly clear of her until his knuckles dragged at her flesh, then twisting again and returning his hand to its haven. She matched his movements, pushing up against his intruding hand, and he could feel that she was becoming more and more aroused. He slid down the bed until his head was between her thighs as well as his hand. He had a good view from there and was entranced as he watched her labia and perineum bulge out around his knuckles as he withdrew his fist to the limit of engagement.
Now he found her centre with his lips and tongue, caressing and flicking tirelessly, ceaselessly, as he worked his fist within her, rotating and pulling, twisting and pushing, stretching her, exercising her pliable muscles. She began to climax, bucking against him and gasping, her hands grasping at his head. He found his hand clamped in a vicelike grip as her vaginal muscles spasmed, pulsing against his wrist and knuck
les, and he was concerned not to move his hand too much in case he damage her. Finally, she began to relax as her orgasm subsided. He began to withdraw his hand, but she reached down and took him by the forearm.
"Stay there," she smiled.
The End.
Pool Tied
"Ok, Jaime," Susan said. "You can tie on my gag now. And you know how to set everything up when you leave."
Jaime nodded, and fastened the gag on Susan's mouth. All she could hear was a "Mrmph" from Susan. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, she left Susan hanging there and passed through the patio door, closing it behind her. She hung the riding crop on the door handle, and taped the note to the glass. Then she pulled the curtains closed in front of the door. She pinned another note to the curtain. Turning, she made her way to the front door, checking the room as she did. It looked just right. She placed the last note on the chair just inside the front door, and walked outside, making sure that the door was slightly ajar and unlocked.
Meanwhile, Susan could feel her arms stretched over her head. The blindfold prevented her from seeing anything, but she could feel the sunlight on her naked body as she hung suspended from the pergola next to the pool, her feet barely touching the warm patio blocks. She and her girlfriend had decided to bind, blindfold and gag her, and leave her for when husband, whom she called "Daddy," came home - as a surprise and a present. She tingled as she thought of what a helpless and pretty picture she presented. The slight breeze blowing across the patio cooled her, causing her pert nips to rise in response. "I wonder how long I'll have to wait?" she thought to herself.
"Hello?" He said at the front door. "Is anybody home?" Seeing the front door ajar, he slowly pushed it open. "Hello?" he said, again. Then he saw the note. Picking it up, he read: "Follow the trail... if you're man enough." He raised his eyebrow in surprise at the contents and challenge in the note. Looking up, he noticed a blouse over the chair in the living room. And, further beyond it, a skirt on the floor. He walked over to them and picked them up. Then he came to the panties on the couch arm. Lacy and light, they were still warm and moist. He brought them to his nose and inhaled. They were still scented with her female essence. Now, standing before the curtains hiding the patio, he read the note: "A surprise awaits...." Pulling the curtains aside, he sucked in his breath at the sight. There she was... naked... bound... gagged... and blindfolded. Beautiful and helpless in the sunlight. And another note on the glass? "I await your pleasure." Smiling, he picked up the riding crop, and opening the sliding glass door, stepped out onto the patio deck.
Slowly, he walked around her naked and helpless body. She had been well tied. Just her ankles, to prevent her from moving, and her wrists were tied and pulled up over her head. He could see her erect nipples, and the sunlight glistening off her skin. A pretty picture, indeed. He ran the riding crop over her breasts, seeing her shudder and stiffen. She had been dozing in the warm sunlight. Now she was aware of his presence. He stroked her helpless flesh. Down between her breasts to her taut belly. Around her hips to her inviting ass. Ah, yes! Her ass! He gave a slight twitch of his wrist, slapping the end of the riding crop against her cheek. Slap! She rocked on her toes, and presented the other cheek for him. Again, he obliged her. Slap! Warming up to the task, he increased the force of his strokes, as well as the frequency, applying the end of the riding crop to her entire ass cheeks. Slap! Smack! Again, and again. SPLAT! SMACK! SLAP! Harder. Ever faster. She moaned. Beads of sweat broke out on her body, as she reacted to her punishment. She moaned and bucked. Finally, she stiffened... and fell limp, her head dropping. She had reached her climax, and passed out.
Silently, he put down the riding crop. Exiting through the patio door, he took the notes off the door and curtain. He picked up the clothing as he quickly walked to the front door. Taking the note from the chair, he closed the front door as he left, smiling.
Some time later - Susan woke from her darkness as someone removed her gag. "My God, Susan!" she heard "Daddy" say, "What happened?" She could feel her blindfold being removed. Blinking in the sunlight, she saw him looking at her, concerned. Her ankles were untied, and then he let her down, slowly, to a chair under her. He untied the rope binding her wrists together. Susan rubbed her ankles and wrists, bringing back the circulation. "How did you get like this," he asked, concerned.
Susan looked up at him. "I did it for you, Daddy!" she said.
"What are you talking about, Susan?" he asked. "I just found you like this when I came home."
"But, but, but..." she stammered. "What about the notes?" she asked. "But, you were just here!" she cried. "Weren't you?"
"What do you mean, Susan?" he said. "I just showed up, and found you like this." He pointed to the rope and riding crop.
Susan was confused. If it wasn't it her daddy who found her tied up and disciplined her as she wanted and needed, then who? "Oh, my GOD!" She thought. "It could have been anyone!"
"Uh, I don't know, Daddy..." she whispered, confused, leaving her sentence unfinished.
"Well, my dear," he rejoined, "I see you've had an interesting morning at any rate." Getting up, he slowly walked away - smiling, fondling her panties in his pocket.
"I must find a way to thank Jaime for letting me in on their little plan." he thought as he made his way back inside.
The End.
When Harry Met Sally And Sally
It started in the restaurant - two women and a guy - they had found each other through various internet links - friendships had been made - thoughts and fantasies exchanged. There was anticipation in the air - it had taken many months to all get in this booth together.
The girls sat opposite him - looking innocent - just friends chatting. Only the most observant would have noticed the lingering glances and touches between them. There was a lot of laughter. Appetizers finished and second round of drinks in front of them - he noticed knowing smiles and hand under the table - he sat back and smiled - the girls knew that he knew - his hands disappeared under the table also - hands and thighs intertwined - not quite sure who was touching what - a fine omen for the evening
A quick consensus - lets finish these drink - to the car - and a room.
He volunteers to drive - the girls jump in the back seat. He pulls out towards the road - checks his rear view mirror - just as the girls kiss. He drives through the busy intersection, trying to concentrate on the road ahead. He hits the freeway on ramp - and as he does so he hears a moan from the back seat
He checks the rear view mirror again - to find them intertwined. In the dark he sees them kissing - hands roaming around each other bodes. For a moment he thinks they are so lost in the moment - they have forgotten him - but as they break from each other and he sees their smiles in the mirror - he realizes they know exactly where he is.
At last the hotel - clothes hastily rearranged - the anticipation building. The girls walk behind him - hand in hand - innocent to the world - their secret .He enters the dimly lit room - and goes to open the wine he has pre -chilled. As he pours the third glass - he hears the door close. He turns to see the girls already in an embrace. He walks towards them - two glasses in his hand - hugs them both and them returns to his glass and sits in the arm chair.
The girls sit on the end of their bed - laughing giggling sharing and sipping their wine
The girls don't seem nervous at all - maybe that's the effect of the wine. Sitting at the edge of the bed - their lips meet - hands running through hair - over shoulders. Whispers and giggles - they look over to him and smile.
The brunette stands - pulling her sweater over her head as she does so - the blonde sits on the bed in front of her - and unsnaps her jeans - kissing her belly as she does so. She eases the jeans down - leaving the brunette standing in black lacy bra and panties.
The blonde still clothed - caresses the brunette's breasts through her bra - nipples hardening as she does so. A gasp escapes from the brunette. As she caresses she brings her mouth to belly - kissing slowly downwards. Finally a long lin
gering kiss on the lace panties - and the fingers hooked in the waistband and slipped down her legs. The brunette steps out of the panties lying on the floor. As the brunette unhooks her bra - the blonde lies back on the bed.
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The brunette looks at him - "care to help?" He smiles - "hell no - she's all yours"
She straddles the blonde - kissing her and doing her blouse - more urgent. Hands cupping her breasts through her bra - now it's the blondes turn to moan. She slips down her body - kneeling on the floor and pushes up the blondes' skirt - to her and his surprise - no panties.
She kneels between her legs and kisses her inner thigh - hands slowly moving up towards her pussy. The blonde caresses her own breasts as she moans and the brunette gently fingers the folds of her pussy.
He sips on his wine - loving the view. Frankly, the girls forget he was there a few minutes earlier. He watches intently - the brunette kneeling on the floor - between the blondes legs draped over the side of the bed. He loves watching - knowing these outwardly innocent looking Midwestern moms are pushing their envelope and he feels honored to have been invited along for the ride. His hard on is starting to feel uncomfortable in his jeans.
The brunette looks up at the blonde - "I need to taste you" - but to the blondes surprise she merely slips a finger inside her - eliciting a moan from the blonde - and then brings it to her lips. The brunette teases well!
The man laughs - "you tease - you know what she needs" - and at that - the brunettes' mouth comes down and gently kisses the blonde on the folds of her pussy. The moan reveals how long she has been waiting for the mouth to touch her there.
The gentle pussy kissing becomes more urgent - a lick - the girls losing themselves in each other - forgetting about the third in the room.
The third takes another sip of wine.
The brunette slips her hands to the blondes breasts - cupping and holding - the occasional tweaking of nipple - all the while exploring her pussy with her mouth. The blonde looks over to the man - "come help"
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