As I slowly began to return to this earthly plane, he climbed from between my legs and slowly lowered himself on top of me. Despite being very sensitive from my recent climax, the feel of the head of his hard cock against my sodden opening was exquisite. I felt his hand at my temple and the blindfold was suddenly gone as he simultaneously thrust himself deep inside me. I gasped with surprise and pleasure at the sudden invasion and looked up into eyes blazing with desire. Soft flickering candlelight glinted off of soft lips that still shined with my plentiful juices. A radiant smile split his features as I gave a low moan and said “you sir, sure know how to make an entrance.”
Mark’s response was a very gentle thrust as he leaned those soft lips down and kissed me deeply. Caught up in the passion of the moment, I did not give a second thought to tasting my juices on his lips as his hard shaft bottomed out and his hips ground against mine. I reached down and grabbed his ass to pull him even deeper as my thighs spread further to accommodate his length.
As my arousal started surging towards the peak for a second time, he slowly pulled all the way out of me, bending his head to my breast and rolling his tongue around my erect nipple. He slid his hard shaft through my labia and again I gasped as the swollen head of his cock bumped repeatedly against my clit. My hips rolled and rotated unconsciously as I tried in vain to recapture his length deep inside of me.
Pulling away from me, Mark reached down to my hips and effortlessly flipped me gently onto my stomach. Lowering himself against me once again, he effectively pinned me to the bed beneath his weight as he kissed the nape of my neck. Shifting his hips slightly back and forth he managed to lodge the swollen head of his hard cock in my wet opening. Pushing forward slowly he utilized his weight advantage to drive his length deeper inside me than I thought possible. He pulled back and slammed home again, sending waves of pleasure through my body even as his cock was rearranging my insides. After a few very pleasurable moments of thrusting he pulled out and lifted my hips until I was on my knees. “Lean forward and rest your upper body on the bed, but keep your hips up, please,” he said.
Spreading my inner thighs apart, he sought out my clit again with his darting tongue. Inserting first one, then another finger inside my wet pussy, he stroked slowly in and out. Pulling my ass cheek to one side his tongue suddenly found my tight asshole and gently circled my clenched rosebud. Using his tongue to lubricate the area, he slowly pushed a long finger into my bottom. The sensation generated by the anal penetration was not unpleasant at all as it mingled with the pleasure being generated by his stroking fingers.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he slid his hard cock inside of me once again. Grabbing my hips forcefully now, he stroked in and out of me at an increasing pace. A fleeting thought passed through my mind that Mark certainly had much better stamina than my ex-husband. My ex would have been wiping himself clean on our sheets and flipping on ESPN by now.
4
As pleasure seemed to radiate from my center up and down my body in waves, Mark chose that moment to stick his wet finger back in my ass. He certainly seemed fixated on that relatively virgin part of my anatomy. Surprisingly his finger only seemed to amplify the pleasure being caused by his steady thrusting. My second orgasm of the evening actually took me by surprise, seeming to come from nowhere at all and everywhere at once. My upper body thrashed against the bed as I moaned loudly and pushed back against his hard cock with abandon. I could feel my ass spasm around his invading finger as thought evaporated and fireworks took flight behind the eyes rolling back in my head.
I went limp as a rag doll as all energy was momentarily drained from my body. Mark pulled out slowly and gently rolled me over onto my back. I reached down and took his hard cock, wet and shiny with my juices, in my hand. As I slowly stroked him, I looked into his eyes and said “I want to return the favor. It is time for you to feel pleasure.”
Mark smiled as he answered, “Summer, you have no idea just how much pleasure I get from giving you pleasure. I am honored that you have let me take control.” He shifted his hips again as he spoke, somehow instinctively lining up the wet head of his cock with my much too sensitive entrance again.
“Control is one thing,” he continued, “trust is an entirely different matter.” He pushed my knees slowly and gently back towards my shoulders and placed the swollen head of his throbbing cock against my anus. “Do you trust me?”
I looked into Mark’s eyes and in addition to the passion and lust, there was an undeniable element of tenderness reflected there as well. “Just know that thoughts of a certain green and red summertime fruit are near the surface,” I said with a smile.
Mark’s eyes twinkled even brighter somehow as he laughed. Leaning down to kiss me he said “I will keep that in mind.” Grabbing my ankles he lifted them to his shoulders as he swiped his cock head through my labia to gather some needed lubrication. Positioning himself in line with my ass, he pressed his wet glans gently into me. “By any chance did I mention how beautiful you look right now?” Mark asked as he very slowly teased just the head of his hard cock in and out.
Feeling a little uncomfortable with an unpleasant sensation of stretching, my safe word was halfway to my lips when Mark suddenly reached between us and started rubbing my clit with the thumb of his right hand. Using the accumulated moisture, he rubbed firmly as he pushed his shaft a little deeper before pulling almost all the way out again. He dipped his thumb down a little further and carefully spread juices from my wet pussy along his shaft before pushing in again. His thumb alternated between dipping inside me and sliding along my labia before circling my sensitive button.
“You truly do not fight fair my friend,” I gasped as he penetrated a little deeper. The stretching feeling began to fade as his thumb stirred sensations that mixed and mingled with the fullness in my anal passage. Lubrication no longer seemed to be much of an issue either as he was gliding in and out fairly easily now, albeit not very deeply.
Gazing down at me with pleasure clearly visible in his eyes now, Mark lightly pinched my clit between his thumb and fingers while burying his remaining length deep inside my ass. The ember of pleasure that had been burning slowly sparked suddenly into white hot passion. Inexplicably, it somehow felt as if he were thrusting into both of my passages simultaneously. He pulled out slowly and thrust all the way back in quickly. He then pulled out fast and pushed back in at such an agonizingly slow pace I actually found myself pushing my hips up at him, wanting to feel him buried deep inside me once again.
As the fires of passion started consuming all coherent thought again, a stray thought passed through my head that Mark was playing my body as if it were a Stradivarius and he a masterful virtuoso. He certainly seemed to know what strings to pluck and chords to play in order to make my instrument respond with beautiful music.
Switching between firm pressure and light circling of my clit, Mark thrust faster now, his eyes beginning to glaze with his own passion. Looking up at this man who had taken me to the heights of orgasmic bliss already this evening, I wanted him to feel some modicum of the pleasure he had given me. I flared my hips a little wider and hunched back at his thrusting. I made sure I had his full attention as I reached up and played with my own nipples, moaning as I slipped my legs from his shoulders and hooked my ankles behind his ass.
I was truly in sensation overload now as I pulled him in even deeper while lightly twisting my erect nipples. Clearly in complete control all evening, Mark’s thrusting now took on an almost frantic pace as he neared the point of no return. With a groan, his eyes closed and he thrust one more time, holding himself as deep as he could go. I could feel the hot semen surge out of his cock and flood my insides. It was enough to send me over the edge once again, my ass clamping down around Mark’s length, causing us both to shudder with pleasure as we exploded in mutual orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me in total exhaustion, the weight of his body both comforting and crushing. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me passionately.
Lifting his hips he slowly slid his softening penis from my ass and lay next to me. “That truly was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced,” he said softly.
5
“Excuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back,” Mark said as he rose from the bed. Not feeling very energetic after our exertions, I barely summoned the energy to lift my head and watch his cute ass as he crossed the room. Entering the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and I could hear water running. He reappeared a few moments later and very gently wiped our combined fluids from my body with a warm washcloth.
“Normally I would love nothing more than to cuddle up with you right now, but I have one more small surprise.”
Mark crossed the room again and opened a closet, removing a cooler and small bag. From the cooler he pulled a two-tiered serving tower overflowing with strawberries, dark chocolate, sliced cheese and crackers, as well as a bottle of champagne. Opening the bag he produced a pair of carefully wrapped crystal goblets. “Dinner is served my fair lady” Mark said with a slight bow, as he set up the impromptu feast in the middle of the bed.
“You are a man of many talents” I said, as I propped myself up against the headboard and reached for a strawberry.
“I figured between work, getting dressed to kill in that lovely little black dress and perhaps a touch of more than understandable apprehension about tonight, you probably did not get around to dinner this evening.” Mark spoke as he picked up my discarded garments that were literally strewn around the room. Laying my clothes over the back of a chair, he started to uncork the champagne bottle.
“Only open that if you really want it, I’m afraid I will have to decline. I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and I don’t want this lovely evening to end with a sobriety test.” I happened to be looking at his face when I said this, so I did not miss the flash of disappointment cross his features, even though it vanished quickly.
Putting the bottle down on the nightstand, Mark looked at me with a carefully neutral expression as he responded. “I was hoping you’d join me in a glass of champagne, almost as much as I hoped you’d stay the night with me. I will certainly understand if you do not wish to, it is entirely up to you.”
Up until seeing that flash of disappointment cross his features, it had certainly been my intent to freshen up and head home. To sleep in my own bed, with the satiated memories of the evening to keep me warm.
Making sure he could see the smile on my lips and hear it in the tone of my voice, I said, “Since I have agreed to giving you total control and I have yet to find it necessary to voice a certain safe word, I suppose I have no choice but to obey your command.”
“By your smile I know that you realize I am certainly not commanding you, nor controlling you, in any fashion at the moment. I am simply expressing my desire to spend more time with you this evening. It would be nice to talk and get to know one another intellectually as well as physically.” Mark spoke as he sent the champagne cork flying across the room.
Filling the two flutes, he climbed back on the bed and handed me one. Raising his glass in a toast he said, “Here is to our journey together. If you are open to the idea I proposed earlier of course.”
Raising my glass to his, I stared into his eyes. “I was quite nervous about this evening, right up until the moment my dress hit the floor and you gasped out loud. You have a way about you that puts me totally at ease. You also managed to take me to heights of pleasure tonight that I have never felt before. I know I have led a fairly sheltered life, but I honestly had no idea that sex could feel like that. I’m not saying I am totally comfortable with entirely giving up control, but I am more than willing to continue on our journey and see where it leads us.”
His resulting smile seemed to radiate from his entire body and light up the room as I leaned forward to kiss him.
6
Propped up against the headboard, sipping champagne, nibbling on dark chocolate and talking about our jobs, I felt completely at ease with our casual nudity. That in itself was definitely a bit unusual for me. My ex either fell asleep immediately or jumped straight in the shower after our lovemaking, almost as if he were ashamed of his body, or mine.
My gaze fell upon Mark’s now flaccid penis, lying limp against his thigh. Hard to believe just how much larger it got when aroused, although my still tingling ass would remember it for quite some time. Mark noticed my gaze and smiled, his own eyes passing over my body often and appreciatively.
As we talked, we managed to demolish quite a bit of his thoughtfully prepared feast. Clearing the remnants of our late night snack, we cuddled on the bed, my head on his chest and our bodies lightly pressed against one another.
Entirely comfortable in his arms I could feel my eyelids start to get heavy. Between the long work week, two glasses of champagne, anxiety over our impending date and several truly mind blowing orgasms, I could feel myself drifting off.
“Mark,” I murmured softly as sleep started to overtake me, “thank you.”
My last coherent thought was “how am I going to go two weeks before seeing this man again?”
Volume Three: Bondage Ballet
Prologue
I am not a morning person. Even on the best of days my staff knows to steer clear of me until well after the caffeine has kicked in. Monday mornings in particular I truly believe were invented by sadistic demons in one of Dante’s lower circles of hell.
So why on this Monday morning, before my second cup of coffee was finished, was I sitting in my office with a smile from ear to ear?
From Friday evening until now my emotions rode quite the roller coaster of unbelievable highs and unexpected lows. The weekend started with pleasures outside of my previous realm of experience and left me feeling quite content to fall asleep naked and warm snuggled into Mark’s chest.
I awoke early Saturday morning to a full bladder and an arm draped across my body from behind. I had that half-second moment where I was not fully awake and aware of whose arm that could possibly be.
Mark must have been having a really good dream or re-enacting the previous evening in his sleep, because I could feel him swelling against my bottom once again. Slowly and gently prying his left hand from my breast, I slid out from under his arm and made my way into the bathroom. I could not help but smile at my tousled hair in the mirror. I certainly enjoyed the actions of the previous evening that led to it looking this way.
After draining two glasses of champagne and other assorted fluids from a surprisingly high number of orifices, I crept back to the bed. Standing there naked, I watched Mark sleep peacefully for a few moments as I weighed climbing back into bed versus slipping into my dress and out the door.
It seems strange, and almost a little selfish to admit, but I really wanted to sneak out and be alone to savor the memories from the previous night. Despite how well the previous evening had gone, I think I was hesitant to cast the light of day upon our most unusual dalliance.
Feeling a bit like the proverbial heel, I quietly slipped my dress over my head and stuffed the bra and panties into my small handbag. I jotted a quick note on a pad of paper by the phone:
Mark,
Please forgive me for not waking you or saying goodbye this morning. Falling asleep in your arms last night (and everything that came before it) was truly amazing. You made me feel things I have never felt in my life. I hope you understand me wanting to be alone with my thoughts this morning. I look forward to our next alphabetical adventure, as soon as I can sit down comfortably again – of course.
Summer
Picking up my pumps, I left the lace blindfold folded neatly on the note and slipped out the door.
Smoothing out the dress that spent less time on me than it did on the hotel room floor, I rode the elevator down and mentally prepared myself for the walk of shame across the hotel lobby. Of course no one even noticed, nor cared, as a different clerk was on duty than the night before. I smiled inwardly as I still managed to turn his head, dish
eveled appearance and all. Then I remembered that my bra and panties were in the little bag in my hand instead of underneath the little black dress that clung to me like a second skin. The clerk was getting quite a show to go with his early morning coffee.
1
Getting into my car, I pulled out my cell phone and sent a quick text message to my best friend Julie.
Headed home. Warm, safe and happy. We’ll talk more later. Shine!
I had sent her a quick email the previous evening with details about where I was going to be and the hotel room number, just in case. I trusted Mark or else I would not have gone to his hotel room alone, but I still hedged my bets a little. Julie knew that unless I called or texted her by 10:00am, she was to start making phone calls. Perhaps that would have been too little too late, but it made me feel better to some degree about stepping so far out of my comfort zone. We really got into the whole clandestine aspect and included a code word at the end of the message, just in case she doubted it was really me. The word shine was kind of a play on my first name, as in summer sunshine. A bit silly I guess, but it was the best we could come up with after three bottles of wine a couple of nights ago.
Initially through my first meeting with Mark and the subsequent website wooing, I had intentionally kept what was transpiring from Julie. Looking back I really don’t know if I was expecting that she would find fault with my choices or that she would be encouraging me to go. I was on such a precipice that I think subconsciously I did not want anyone, not even my best friend, to sway me one way or another.
I finally decided after agreeing to give up control to Mark that I should let someone I trusted know what I was doing, even if it was only to have someplace for the search party to start looking.
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