When she arrived at the door to Suite 401, she almost knocked. Then she realized that the passage of the card-key was an implicit instruction to enter the room. She slid the key into the reader, saw the LED turn green, turned the knob and entered the room. ...
He was seated at the desk, his fingers flying over a laptop. She imagined them tweaking her nipples. His jacket lay over the back of another chair, and for the first time she saw his silhouette. His shoulders were broader than she expected, his waist narrower. Reflexively, she reached for his jacket, smoothing it with her fingers, and hung it in the hall closet. As she closed the door, she realized that she had instinctively followed another implicit instruction. Coincidence?
"Well done," he said.
From that moment on she understood that her pleasure lay entirely in his hands. She would do whatever he asked of her, confident that he would see to her needs.
"Please, have a seat."
It was half-invitation, half-suggestion and all command. He occupied the room's only chair. She sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the back of his scalp, again wondering whether his cock and balls were equally smooth and strong, and how long she would wait to find out.
"Why did you come to my room?"
The question was simple enough. But her mouth went as dry as her pussy was drenched. She answered simply, truthfully.
"I need you to fuck me."
He turned to face her. Her red-brown hair framed an alabaster face. Her lips were the color of blood, her teeth shining white. But it was her eyes that captivated, eyes that begged, pleaded for attention. Her need was real, honest, and beginning to consume her. She needed to be pleasured.
She had fixed on his chest where he had unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Curly grey hair curved over strong chest muscles, faintly visible through the translucent fabric. She could see his forearms were thick, powerful and ended in strong expressive hands. She wondered about his cock...
"You're overdressed."
She snapped out of her reverie and shimmied out of her dress. She felt vaguely awkward and crossed her legs to conceal her hairless pussy. He glanced at her breasts, still contained within the bra that she had so carefully selected. She looked at him, questioningly. He nodded, ever so slightly. She reached behind, undid the clasp, and her breasts swayed to freedom.
Good, he thought to himself, she takes instruction well. She will make an excellent mistress when properly trained. But first she must be trained in her own pleasure before she can learn how to properly minister to the needs of others.
"You will do as I ask, without question. Your alternative is to leave. I will not harm you, I will not hurt you. I will fuck you, but when I decide that it is time for you to be fucked. Do you understand?"
She nodded wordlessly.
"Lean back on the bed, slide a pillow under your hips, and show me your pussy."
She scooted back on the bed and began to remove her left shoe.
"Did I tell you to remove your shoes?"
She stopped and slid the shoe back on. There was no question who was in command.
He kissed her gently on her lips and her neck, and let his finger glide gently across the ample mounds of her breast. But he neither paused nor lingered there. She felt his breath on the inside of her thighs. He inhaled deeply.
"You will wear perfumes only when I allow it. You will not cover or disguise the scent of your cunt juice, ever. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"You do not understand. You think you understand, but you do not. Flavor is the combination of taste and smell. And your cunt has a naturally delicious flavor. I do not like artificial flavorings. Your juice is best savored naturally, or else mixed with my cum."
He extended his tongue to its maximum length, placed the tip just next to her anus and, in a single long and languorous stroke, drew it up into the pinky slit between her inner labia and strongly across her now-throbbing clit.
She shivered with excitement.
"Do you like it? Do you like the flavor of my cunt?"
He responded with two more long licks, sucking gently on her clit as he finished. She groaned with pleasure, thrusting her hips into his face. She was ready, he mused, a much more apt pupil than he had encountered in many years.
"It's time for you to meet your training partner. Let me introduce you to ... Master Sybian."
Her eyes followed his to the far side of the bed.
"Oh my god, what is that thing," her eyes widening and her body wincing back. "I've never seen anything like that." She glanced at the saddle with a cock pointing skyward. "You're kidding..."
"In these matters, I do not kid, joke or jest." His voice took on an oddly even tone. "Sit by me as set it up for you."
She crawled toward the end of the bed and laid on her belly, heels in the air, wondering what she got herself into. Nut case? Professional cheater? What kind of man keeps a plug-in fucking machine in his car just in case they need it? She glanced at his efficient yet unhurried motion as he lubricated the dildo for her comfort. He might be crazy...or he might be exactly what she needed now—a man thoroughly erotic, confident, and unafraid. She felt her pussy tingling, imagining, and anticipating what would happen next. Her mind, still fearful of the unknown, never conceived that her afternoon would unfold this way.
"You can leave if you wish. But you cannot hide. I brought Master Syb for you, to teach you. Only when you experience your own limitless pleasure can you give the same to others. Are you ready to learn?"
Her gaze now riveted on the cock-saddle, she demurely slid off the bed and stood in front of him, naked except for her shoes.
She queries her teacher, "What do I do?"
"Squat. Slide the dildo into your pussy and kneel so that your clit slides down onto the nubbins."
Easy enough, she thought. The dildo was smaller than many she had seen, and smaller than the rabbit vibrator she had worn out last year. She did as instructed, and found herself facing her teacher, who held a control box in his hands.
He flipped switches, and she felt a gentle vibration in her clit. She leaned forward to pleasure herself more. She allowed her body to fall into sync with the rhythm and let the tension in her pelvis begin to build. He twirled a different dial, and she felt the dildo sweep circles inside her pussy, thrilling her G-spot with every turn.
"Mmmm. That's nic...". His hands flew over the dials and the vibrations, so gentle at first, became stronger and deeper. "Ohhhh".
She could feel her orgasm coming, and as it approached, she felt the rotation inside her pussy go faster, her G-spot being tweaked every second or so. Her pelvis began to vibrate, her orgasm just beginning to crest.
He could see her skin begin to flush, her breaths now in short gasps. Her knees fluttered against his. He decided to double the vibrations and rotations as she climaxed.
"OHHHHHHMIGODDDDDDDD."
Her orgasm lasted 40 seconds or so as she grabbed his shoulder while rocking forwards and backwards on the machine. A sheen appeared on her face and neck and breasts, her eyes pleading to stop the stimulation so she could catch her breath. He massaged the small of her back, squeezing every bit of her orgasm out.
He stopped the vibration, and turned the rotation down to a low, gentle level.
He held her close, whispering gently in her ear.
"Deep breaths," he said. "Let the pleasure wash over you and take deep even breaths."
Her heart and lungs settled down as sweat dripped off of her onto his shirt. He either did not notice or did not care. Slowly, perhaps 90 seconds later, she sat up, saying "That was wonderf...".
He smiled at her, twisted the dials, and her eyes grew wide. Her pussy felt like it was being pounded by the strongest lover she could imagine, and she crashed into a massive second orgasm almost instantaneously. This time her entire torso was shaking with pleasure, and she lasted almost sixty seconds.
"Pppleaaase, eeennough...."
He turned the dials down and she fell forward in
to his waiting arms. Her heart was racing, and she gulped down air as if to cool herself.
"Deep breaths," he repeated. "Savor the feeling."
She nodded. Her clit was throbbing and her pussy was now fully swollen with pleasure. Her juices were running down the sides of the saddle. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. She did not want to let go of him, the master of her pleasure. But he returned her upright.
Her eyes spoke volumes. She did not know whether she could stand another round on this machine, this instrument of her pleasure. She wanted it, and she did not. She could not decide.
Of course, the decision was not hers to make. He smiled at her again and twisted both dials to 80 percent power. She orgasmed instantly as the machine seemed to seize her from the inside, pulling her belly, chest, breasts, throat and brain down into her pussy, shaking them into a dance of ecstasy. He watched her entire body begin to vibrate, and she began to make sounds, animal sounds of orgiastic delight. After about 90 seconds, he saw her begin to faint away from the pleasure, dialed the machine off, and caught her, gently pulling her off the machine and onto the bed. She curled up, fetus-like, and drifted off...
She did not know if it had been five seconds, five minutes or a half-hour. When she awoke she felt his tongue, now cool as a spring rain, lapping at her still-swollen cunt. Her thoughts were jumbled and unformed. Past and future had become blurred, and there was only here, and only now. She wanted one thing, and one thing only now. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it in every orifice of her body. She wanted to be filled with pleasure so she could share pleasure. It was no longer "just sex", it was something different, something divine....
He paused to roll a condom onto the swollen purple head and down the stiff shaft of his cock. Smiling, he knelt briefly as if to worship once more at her pussy, mixing her hot juice with his saliva. He pressed his cock against her labia, popped in and slid inside. She felt pleasantly stretched, then full, and felt the tip of his cock against her womb. She felt the ridge of his cockhead slip back against her G-spot and sighed deeply.
"You like that spot, don't you?"
Her affirmation was more of a moan than a word. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders, pulled a pillow behind her so that her G-spot was directly in line with his cock and began to thrust with short, shallow strokes. Her breathing became shallow and her skin flushed scarlet. He knew she was close. He thrust once more until she was fully impaled, grinding his pelvis against her clit.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She came hard and fast, her hips bucking into him, torn between wanting him to slide in and out or just stay deep. He felt the spasms of her pelvis rolling over his cock, gripping it, kneading and needy all at once. He let her legs down, supporting her thighs with a gentleness that fed the afterglow of her orgasm. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and grinned.
"My turn!"
With surprising strength, she pushed him over and straddled his still-hard cock. She rode him playfully, sliding up and down while her teasing breasts swayed back and forth, just out of reach of his eager mouth and flickering tongue. She savored the illusion of power and control, gently twisting his nipples and reaching behind to massage his balls. She stared into his eyes and saw her own pleasure reflected back.
"I want you to cum in my mouth."
She dismounted and pulled off his condom. Slowly, searchingly, she ran her lips and tongue around his cockhead, watching for his response. He smiled and sighed, easing her mouth down the long shaft until his cock had slid down her throat. She felt the entire length with her tongue, enjoying the textures and flavors of precum, pussy juice and saliva. She always loved sucking cock, watching men writhe with pleasure as her hands, tongue and mouth worked their magic. But this was different still. It was as if she could feel him surrendering himself to her, trusting her. It was not simply watching. Her body seemed energized with his growing excitement, and the energy grew stronger as she licked him and stroked the shaft and nibbled at the slit of his cocktip.
It was time. His groans became deeper and she saw his neck, and then his chest and then his belly grow tense with anticipation. She felt his thighs harden and took his cock deeply into her mouth. His balls hardened as the jets of sticky savory cum flowed into her mouth and down her throat. He screamed with delight as she continued to suck him dry, enjoying the last few drops...
He reached down, pulled her toward him, and their mouths melded, luxuriating in the taste of sex. She put her head in his chest, looked up at him, and, sighing once more, closed her eyes to dream...
When she awakened, it was dark. She saw him, still nude, at the laptop. He heard her stir.
"What are you doing?"
He turned to face her once more, smiling enigmatically.
"Have you forgotten the rules? You are here because you chose to be here. What I do is not your concern."
She was momentarily shocked out of her bliss. Seeing her naked and vulnerable, he spoke soothingly, suggesting that she freshen up and dress. She complied without speaking, and returned to sit on the edge of the bed, where the evening had begun. He turned to face her one more time, handing her a small black bag as he spoke.
"You have some homework to do. There are three items inside this bag, and a set of instructions. I suggest you open in private, because the contents will...arouse others' curiosity. It is of course up to you whether you do the homework, much less contact me again. You have my number, and you certainly know how to reach me. But you may not call until you have completed the assignment, and you must not call unless you want to see me again."
With that, he led her to the vestibule, , kissed her gently and stepped back into the shadows. She opened the door and stepped out into the bright light of the hall, back into her ordinary world....
She drove back to her office, physically satiated but mentally fully aroused. Fortunate that it's late, she mused, otherwise her office colleagues would surely catch her broad grin and musky scent. She flipped on the lights, wandered over to the break room and found some fruit juice in the refrigerator. She let the flavors swirl in her mouth, letting the liquid trickle down her throat instead of her usual gulps.
She turned her attention to the case files, accomplishing more in the next two hours than she had in the past two days. Only then did she realize how much her unmet sexual needs had been intruding on her thoughts, sapping her strength, and distracting her from the other activities of her life. Sighing at the memory of the day, she went home. Her husband -- cherished loving and maddeningly asexual -- was long asleep. She crawled into bed beside him and drifted off....
The next morning, she awoke to a brilliant sun poking through the curtains. Her dogs poked insistently at the bedclothes, reminding her that her husband had gone to work hours ago and that they needed to be fed. She pulled a robe over her shoulders and went downstairs.
As she and the dogs slurped happily---coffee had to be better than dogfood—she remembered the bag that he had given her last night. She trotted out to the car and retrieved from the trunk. "Open in private", he had said. Well, she reasoned, the dogs didn't count...
She opened the bag and extracted the contents. There was a book, "Orgasms for One" by Betty Dodson. There was a box labeled "Hitachi Magic Wand". And there was an attachment for the Wand, labeled G-Spotter. She unfolded the instructions...
Good morning. If I have guessed correctly, you are finishing breakfast after a deep sleep, and your curiosity has gotten the better of you. Let me repeat what I said last night. This is homework. HomeWORK. You might not do it at home. You might do it at the office. Or at a friend's house. But make no mistake. You have to work to enjoy....
Put down the vibrator. Put down the attachment. Your first assignment is to read the book. Cover to cover. Every word. Knowledge is power, and it is time that you become mistress of your own pussy. I say your own, because eventually, you will rule many more...
She felt her pussy tingle at the thought of ruling and fucking other women, their
nipples and clits and pussies wet with desire. She continued to read....
To master your pussy, you must master selfloving. Call it masturbation, call it solo play, call it finger fucking, it is all selfloving. You must learn to pleasure yourself in order to share that pleasure with others. Now put the instructions down, get comfortable and read....
She read every page. Morning drifted into noon as she learned about the way pussies looked, they way they worked, they way they could be trained to be strong and squeeze fingers and cocks. But the part she fixated on was the use of the Magic Wand. The book gave explicit instructions on how to use the wand....
She decided to disobey. She plugged in the wand and flipped the switch to the ""Lo" setting. The wand balanced comfortably in her right hand. It didn't feel that powerful. Spreading her lips apart with her left hand, she brought the buzzing sphere gently up to her clit...
WOWOWOW. She pulled the wand away, her clit and pelvis jolted by a charge of sexual energy that seemed to explode from the end of her toy. Power seemed to burst from her clit into her pelvis, much more than she could handle. She fetched a washcloth from the bathroom, folded in into quarters, and used it to cushion her clit from the wand.
She spent the next fifteen minutes or so teasing herself, letting the wand glide around the inside of her thighs, towards the pucker of her ass, up to her nipples. She slid the wand up and down the outer lips of her pussy, pressing it harder against her clit. Her pussy juices began to run. She tossed the washcloth aside and held the buzzing sphere hard against her clit. Her body became tense and she wanted to cum, but she could not....
DAMN, she thought, what's wrong? She fell backwards against the pillows and let herself relax for a few minutes. She remembered his words...
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