by Marie Gray
Before every first kiss at each encounter, he looks me right in the eyes and tells me in a voice charged with emotion that I’m more beautiful every time he sees me. He adores my “voluptuous” body, or pretends to at least (let’s face it, I could lose a little bit of weight), and treats it as if it were a gift from the gods.
Thomas is never in a hurry when he’s in bed with me. His lovemaking is slow and affectionate as he covers every inch of my body with his soft-lipped kisses. He always makes sure the atmosphere is perfect: a few candles here and there, quiet music, satin sheets. Taking all the time I need, he builds me up to a delicious climax. Perhaps he’s even a bit too tender sometimes but this is not a serious complaint. I try to see him when I am most in need of his particular brand of tender affection. His penis is a little on the small side but he uses it like a virtuoso. He slides it into me, almost shyly, after making sure that I’ve attained the right level of arousal. And he looks me straight in the eyes when we have sex, murmuring feverish words of love.
With Thomas, I feel like a woman, a beautiful and desirable woman. He knows how to handle passing irritability and unpredictable crying jags. He simply accepts them without question or comment. He was the first man who required no explanation for any emotional crisis. He knows exactly when to console me and when to just leave me alone.
This adaptability also allows Thomas to take my mood swings and continual indecisiveness in stride. This is a definite advantage, since changeability is a female attribute I particularly rely on. He also knows how to listen to my confidences with a kind, benevolent attentiveness. I sleep like a baby in his arms, all fears forgotten. I always wake up in fine fresh form, feeling light and pleasantly carefree, which makes for a perfect day ahead and plenty of leftover energy for Rico.
Rico is a different experience altogether. His skin is the color of a strong cup of coffee mixed with a cloud of smooth thick cream, and his powerful body is the product of a life spent outdoors doing hard manual labor. He’s huge! He’s at least two heads taller than I am, and all solid muscle.
Rico is a wild man with just enough class, gentleness, and charm to make him the perfect escort. But I would never ask him to sustain a conversation of any depth, because in this department he can’t keep his head above water for very long. When I have functions to attend, however, I strut around on his arm with no qualms at all! He’s younger than I am but that’s the least of my concerns. At every reception we’ve gone to together, the devastating effects of his brute sensuality are all too apparent. I’ve yet to meet anyone, male or female, who isn’t affected by his charm. Rico’s greatest appeal? His incredible appetite for lovemaking that time has done nothing to diminish. I would be very surprised if he ever lost this desire (unlike some of my previous lovers), although it’s still a bit early to tell.
I know for a fact that some of the wives of my more loaded clients, women in their sixties who spend all their time working with charities and preening their poodles, would throw it all away—the home, the Mercedes, the jewels, everything!—for a chance to spend even one night with Rico. And for all I know, maybe they do. Rico is a porn fantasy incarnated. He represents pure desire, heightened sensation, and a brutal, fully awakened sensuality. But I’ll get back to this point later….
And then there’s Étienne: my daddy, my mentor, and my idol. I’m his little princess, his gift from the heavens, his muse. Étienne is living proof that fifty is fabulous. He’s never known anything but wealth and he is continually showering me with every imaginable luxury. He takes such obvious, almost perverse pleasure in doing this. Every night I spend with him is pure sophistication in stunning luxury. When he comes to pick me up, he brings me sumptuous gifts and outfits that look like they were designed for movie stars.
I met Étienne through my work. I had proposed an innovative, provocative, and extremely expensive ad campaign to his associates. They of course advised him to wait for a less costly proposal, but he was instantly seduced by my approach and insisted on meeting me immediately. During our luncheon together, I knew without a doubt that he wanted to see me again, and not for the purposes of discussing his next ad campaign either. I loved my first night with him. We ate a fabulous meal in one of the city’s finest restaurants, took a moonlight stroll along the river, had cognac at his place, and the rest is pretty easy to guess.
He confessed to me that he was a fanatic for certain kinds of “innocent little pleasures.” As far as he was concerned, women were queens who should rule over their subjects without mercy. Behind this feared businessman, this unflinching boss, this well respected, ruthless giant, was a pliant, submissive creature who was ready to acquiesce to my every whim. One time he begged me to punish him for having imagined me in all sorts of suggestive poses, in all kinds of wild scenarios. From the very first night, I understood exactly what Étienne wanted from me. I came armed with my prettiest little lace apron and an assortment of stockings that I used to firmly secure his ankles and wrists to the four posts of his enormous waterbed. After that, I proceeded with some carefully calculated torture sequences, watching him grow harder and harder until his erection was bigger than either of us had thought possible.
He wanted to be punished and I couldn’t in good conscience deprive him of this pleasure. Étienne is the kind of man who will not be denied something delicious. I therefore insisted that he make me come several times using only his tongue and a single finger. He did his best, the poor darling! I forbade him to touch me with his other hand, and I wouldn’t even allow myself to graze his body even if it meant having to use the utmost control in order to resist his caresses for as long as possible. I took pity on him after my fourth orgasm; besides, my knees were getting weak and my legs were starting to buckle because of the way I was kneeling over his head. I only needed to give him the slightest little lick with my moist tongue to make him come all over my face in a huge liberating spurt.
With Étienne, I feel strong, confident, and authoritative. Everything I do gives him pleasure, surprises, new experiences, the wildest fantasies. I can allow myself to live out any fantasy and indulge any whim. Once I got to know him, I knew I had to wait for the right moments to see him. Those nights when I feel strong and arrogant or when I want to be spoiled belong to him. And I stay away when I feel like making someone else do all the work. Étienne adores me and thinks I am perfect in every way. He has a complete blind spot for the few faults I do have, and he’s much too proud to impose any constraints whatsoever on me. I get no jealous rages from him because he knows who’s mistress here and that my private life is none of his business.
In short, each of these men possesses different but equally incredible qualities. Seeing all three of them allows me to enjoy fantastic romantic diversity, meaning I never get bored. I simply choose the appropriate man according to the kind of evening I want to spend. Never planning anything in advance, I wait until the last minute to decide which one I want to be with, knowing full well that whomever I choose will always be ready, willing, and just waiting for the least little sign from me. But with Rico, it’s a little bit different….
I’ve spent about a dozen nights with Rico so far and each one left me with indelible memories as well as innumerable pleasantly tender spots.
Rico is the only one I ever pine for, and the only one I allow to cause me any anxiety at the idea of making myself available to him. That’s why I don’t overdo it with him. I met him at the fitness center. The first time I laid eyes on him, I wondered if I was dreaming. It didn’t seem possible that a man, and not a god, could exude so much sexuality without being either completely sleazy or completely gay. His body was covered in sweat and his dark skin glistened like some over-polished metal. I stood there practically swooning for some moments before I regained my senses and then I ran off to change into something a little more flattering. After making a few brief inquiries with some of the trainers—a number of whom were Rico’s ex-lovers and knew exactly where I was heading with my questions—I soon learne
d that he had been a model for several years. This had allowed him to indulge his passion for playing the saxophone without financial worries, although he had no intention of making a career as a musician. He simply adored his saxophone and wanted the chance to play in eclectic little jazz groups from time to time. What did he do the rest of the time? He spent it looking after his splendid body, skiing in the winter and mountain climbing in the summer.
Since I couldn’t stop devouring him with my eyes, it took him no time at all to notice the effect he was having on me. And miracle of miracles, it was him I bumped into as I was leaving the gym. We chatted for a few minutes and then parted ways, but nothing had really started cooking at that point. This state of affairs remained unchanged for the following few weeks, although Rico was always charming and solicitous to me. I figured he must have about a dozen girlfriends, but I didn’t let this idea discourage me.
It was a power failure that started the ball rolling one afternoon. I must admit that since I had met Rico, I was demonstrating a considerable penchant for exercise. Not that I had been lazy before, by any means, but suddenly I was putting in twice as much gym time as before. Strange wasn’t it? That particular afternoon, I had even left the office earlier so I could arrange to be at the gym at the time I knew he would be there. The place was practically deserted when I arrived, but there he was, parading around in all his masculine glory. We began our exercise routine at the same time and performed our exercises at the same speed, although it’s true that he did at times have to slow down his rhythm, just a touch, so I could keep up. Everything was going splendidly and once we finished our routines, we agreed to meet downstairs for refreshments after we changed. It was as I was heading to the showers that I suddenly found myself in total darkness. The entire building had lost power.
I stayed glued to the spot, my leotard half down, wondering what would happen next. A few minutes later, I heard a trainer come into the changing room to tell the remaining few of us that it would be dangerous to continue any exercise routines and that we should make our way down to the entrance as soon as possible. Then he knocked on the shower room door and asked if anyone was there.
“I just have to get dressed and then I’ll be right down,” I told him.
It was then that I recognized the resonant voice of Rico telling me that a widespread blackout had occurred and that the problem wouldn’t be repaired for several hours. He was waiting at the door to escort me out. I decided I’d take a quick shower anyway before I joined him. I had just removed my leotard when I heard muffled footsteps coming toward me. My heart raced, but I managed to muster up enough bravado to ask, “Who’s there?”
There was no answer, but suddenly I felt myself being lifted up by two strong arms firmly gripping my thighs as Rico gently murmured, “It’s only me. Do you want me to go?”
My reply was to throw my arms around his massive shoulders and press my lips hard against his powerful, thickly muscled neck. His long tangled hair tickled my shoulders and breasts. I felt so small in his arms! He put me back on the ground and placed a finger to my lips to make sure I stayed quiet. As if I was going to protest! Then he took my hand and led me away from the locker room. I was naked but I couldn’t have cared less.
The exercise room was empty and the only light source was the pale reddish glow of the emergency lamps. We were mere silhouettes in the mirror: a giant and a tiny girl. Picking up the girl, the giant lay her down on the exercise bench. He leaned over her and their bodies came together at a forty-five degree angle.
I was amazed by how soft his lips were, how fresh his breath was. But I soon lost track of that thought as I joyfully felt the delectable hardness pressed against my pelvis, a prelude to the pleasures to come. He was heavy, insistent, and his cock caused me delicious discomfort. I let his tongue explore my eager mouth, lick my neck, and then continue down to my pert little breasts. Gripping the end of the bench, Rico ground his body against mine, roughly descending the length of my chest and belly before sliding back up to press his lips against mine once more. His skin was salty and smelled faintly of almonds and fresh fruit.
Picking me up once more, he carried me effortlessly, as if I were a little girl of negligible weight. What a delightful sensation! We came to another bench and he gently placed me down. It was completely horizontal and equipped with supports. I felt myself being slid down until only my upper body was being supported. The rest of me, from the small of my back on down, was dangling off the bench. To keep from falling, I grabbed the bar over my head. I was almost afraid to guess what would happen next. I suddenly wanted to view the whole scene as a spectator, a voyeur. Turning my head to one side, I saw Rico’s sublime body outlined in the mirror as he kneeled before me and spread my thighs. He paused for a moment to look at me, to look at the body that was laid out before him without a hint of resistance. I shivered at the touch of his enormous hands as he began to gently massage the soft flesh of my inner thighs, slowly inching toward his goal with two strong thumbs. I waited impatiently for those powerful thumbs to reach my pussy, which was now extremely moist. But he chose to avoid that spot for the time being. He massaged the surrounding area, opened and closed my lips, but refused to give me what I wanted. I felt the juices gathering like thick dew as he dipped a maddeningly gentle finger inside of me and brought it up to his lips. He tasted me with a groan of satisfaction. My own groans were from dissatisfaction and impatience; once he realized this, his fingers came back to part my lips, exposing that tender area to the cool air and his gaze. He didn’t move; he appeared to be thinking. Just as I was beginning to think nothing would ever happen, he shoved his tongue and an inquisitive finger inside of me. I sighed with relief.
The mirror showed an image of a woman arching her back in the throes of terrible desire on a bench that was much too hard. I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing for an instant. His finger was shoved so deeply inside of me it almost hurt, and his tireless tongue lapped up all my tears. I wanted to scream, but as we may not have been alone, the risk was too great. I had only one thought in mind: to grab him with both hands and shove him inside of me as far as he’d go. I desperately wanted to see if he was every bit as delicious as I thought he was. I wanted to be his prey. As if he had read my mind, Rico removed his shorts and rewarded my expectations with a gigantic, glistening cock that sprung straight up to attention. But my troubles weren’t over yet. He stuck the end of his cock barely a half-inch into my pussy and then pulled it out right away. He did this three times and then got up.
He found another bar, which he placed right above my legs on the other side of the bench apparatus we were using. He slid my body far enough down to drape my knees over the bar, leaving my ass suspended in midair over the end of the bench. He finally knelt down before me and in one movement, as if his cock was guiding him, he drove himself all the way inside of me, leaving me powerless before the onslaught. The mirror image I saw now seemed strange to me. There I was, stretched out on my back, arms up, hands gripping the bar over my head while my knees hung over the bar at the other end. I was completely vulnerable and at the perfect angle for my new lover to subject me to the full fury of his thrusting. And who would want to resist anyway? He was huge. It was probably the biggest cock I’d ever had in me. I was getting stretched wide open, filled to the limit, almost ripped apart. Even down on his knees the way he was, he was still heads taller than me. I could feel every thrust in my kidneys and numbness was beginning to settle in my belly. Just as I was starting to feel that I couldn’t take it anymore, he began sweetly caressing me to the rhythm of his hard-driving cock, leaving me no recourse but to lose total control and come harder than I ever had before. But this wasn’t enough for him. Later on, I would understand that what we had done up until then had only been a warm-up for Rico.
There was an apparatus for building up biceps in another corner of the room, in front of the wall-length mirror. It was a kind of seat with a cushioned armrest that came to my waist, and it was just wait
ing for someone to come and make good use of it. Rico made me kneel on this seat with my ass perched nice and high in the air. The top of my abdomen rested on the cushion in such a way that my breasts were supported but entirely available for fondling. I was face-to-face with myself in the mirror. I could see my half-stunned look, my moist lips, and my sweat-covered shoulders. Rico approached me from behind, his weapon pointing straight ahead. He guided himself inside me, penetrating me with all his force. My breasts lifted and shook with every blow as my stomach slammed against the cushion. Was that really me there, in the mirror? I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I had become a spectator watching the most risqué of porn films where the heroine finally isn’t faking it anymore.
The girl before me grabbed both of her breasts and fondled them roughly while the giant behind her drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her, withdrawing every so often so he could then plunge himself back inside with even greater fury. This frenzied ritual continued until she could feel the urgent stirrings of another orgasm. As her muscles contracted, she felt shivers rushing all over her head and then there was a sudden flood of heat through her belly. She tried with awkward haste to reach between her legs, knowing that the minute her finger made contact with the right spot, she would explode in a shuddering climax. Guessing her intentions, the man immediately slowed down. He wanted her to wait some more. Begging him to continue, she moaned in frustration. He picked her up from the bench and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he brutally reentered her. It was he who performed the final act of mercy and placed a roughskinned finger on her engorged clitoris. He felt the dam breaking inside of her as she melted into orgasm, and then he succumbed in turn.