"Boots.", I said, trying to sound confident.
She knelt and untied my boots, allowing me to step out of them. I sat back on the bed and relaxed for a moment before motioning Her over. She crawled over and fell flat, unbalanced without the use of Her arms. I pulled Her head between my thighs and began to push myself against Her waiting mouth.
I was soaked from the evening's buildup. Soon I was shaking all over and my hands were clutching the pillows. Closer and closer... She stopped. A loud moan escaped my lips and my eyes flew to Her. She was kneeling upright, my juices covering Her smile. She sat up, staring into my eyes the whole time.
"Unlock me." She commanded.
I sat stunned for a moment. Close, so close...
"Unlock me!" She yelled.
I considered pushing Her down and sitting on Her face the way She had on only our second date. My hands shook as they reached up, seemingly of their own accord, and unlocked Her wrists from the collar. She reached over the edge of the bed and retrieved the paddle I had tossed there. I rolled over for Her. The blows came quick and light, the kind that slowly build up the burning feelings all the way down into my core. She straddled my back and continued working on my ass. I could feel Her coarse pubic hair, sopping wet, pushing down between my shoulders. I couldn't stop shaking. I was just about to cum just from the sheer teasing She had given me. The paddle stopped falling and She gave me a moment to contain myself before issuing another hard blow. I yelped with that one. Her other hand slid across my sore buttocks, not soothing, just pushing me closer to the edge. I wanted that hand inside me so badly. The oil slipped down between my buttocks all the way over my swollen lips. My ass was shaking. My hands clutched at the bed. I lifted my hips in hopes that Her hand would find it's way down to my pussy. She got off me and went to the toy drawer. I couldn't resist a look over my shoulder to see what She had brought back. She smiled as She oiled up a butt plug and slid it inside me in one smooth motion. I was breathless for several seconds before I gasped.
I felt so good in Her control. I kept my eyes closed this time as She came back from the toy drawer again. I was close to begging, to breaking my silence without permission. She was tying something around my waist. I looked down as She drew the straps between my legs of Her strap on vibrator. I was confused until She got on Her hands and knees in front of me, presenting me with a rear view of Her soaking wet lips, already spread wide.
I finally figured out Her game. She had me so worked up She was going to get the fucking of a lifetime.
I was breathing hard as I put the head of the vibrator against Her entry. The straps of the vibrator were split, running on either side of throbbing pussy. Tempted as I was to press my clit against my mistress, rub Her ass or thigh or maybe even Her face to get myself off, I knew the opportunity She was offering me might never come again.
I pushed the shaft into Her. She groaned and pressed back against me. I put my hands on Her hips to keep rhythm with Her and began to pick up the pace. Soon I was going fast and hard, slamming into Her with each thrust. Her buttocks slapping into my hips were almost enough to get me off but I kept getting distracted with trying to keep the pace. I was not very practiced at this. She lay down on Her shoulders and I felt Her hand slipping between my legs as I thrust forward. I lost the rhythm for a moment and backed off, trembling.
"Turn it on." She said, Her voice actually cracking.
I reached down with a shaking hand and twisted the shaft of the vibrator. The buzzing seemed to run through my entire body and I fell forward against Her, pushing the base of the vibrator against my mound. I held still there for a moment, enjoying the sensation I got pushing against Her. I heard Her moan, but barely registered it as I was in my own world. I pulled back and slammed into her. Again I could her Her gasp as if from far away. I didn't let up, I pounded against Her, my hands gripping her hips. Her ass bounced with every push. And with every push the straps between my legs pinched my lips together. Between that and the vibrations I was over the edge. I looked down at the base of the fake cock, stretching Her wide and began to spasm. I had lost control completely so She pushed back against me, trying to get Herself off. I shivered one last time then fell back on my heels.
She turned around and pushed me onto my back. She straddled me and took the entire length of the vibrator into Herself. I reached up and tugged on Her nipples as She started pushing up and down hard. I still didn't have enough control to push back. I just lay there having orgasm after orgasm as Her full weight pounded the base of the vibrator against me. Soon She was yelling "Oh my God!" with each stroke and came with me.
She took a few more strokes but slowly settled down against me, shivering. When we both could breath again She whispered in my ear, "Did you enjoy your little power trip, my dear?"
"Yes, mistress. Thank you."
The End.
Our First Afternoon
We meet in the lobby of the hotel and embrace. I know it's you, I recognize your face - I've memorized it so well over the year we've been online lovers. Your long hair, your massive height and size, are all as you described.
We haven't yet spoken, the thrill of finally standing so close to eachother has taken our words away. A quick kiss on the lips suddenly shoots fire and sparks through my body. It gets REAL hot, REAL fast.
I press myself hard against your body, making sure my full breasts make solid contact, and trying to feel your hardness through your jeans. You have the start of an erection going already, and my panties, of course, are so wet, just from the anticipation on the drive there. My lips yield to your probing tongue; you are just melting me with your kiss! Hmmm, I wonder if those other people in the lobby can tell how hot we are for each other, just from this quick kiss?
My mind is now racing wildly out of control. I feel like a crazy teenager, all hormones and wild desires. The scent of you is driving me crazy; I can't resist a man who smells delicious, it's like a trigger that unleashes a flood of juices in me.
Without a word, you lead me to our room; just the walk there is nearly unbearable. We're both too nervous to talk much, but once the door is closed behind us we're all over each other, leaning against the closed door: all hands and mouths and tongues. I have no idea how our clothes get off so fast, but the urgency to feel skin to skin is so strong, so powerful, our clothes are gone before we know it. Somehow, you have moved us to the bed, I barely notice that we've changed locations!
You don't talk very much, but just the sound of your voice, your moans, your breathing, and you saying my name is driving me wild. All those hot times just READING your words on the screen, or hearing your voice on the phone, and now you're here, in person, SAYING them to me - aaahhhh… Your breath in my ear as you whisper and moan sends me nearly over the edge.
I want to use ALL of my senses to experience you for the first time that day. I just can't get enough! I'm exploring your face and body with my eyes… I'm mesmerized by the sound of your voice, and how it feels when you whisper into my ear… I'm inhaling your scent: the scent of YOU is the strongest sensual memory of all from that day.
I'm working my hands all over your body, like a blind person would do, making sure I have a complete tactile map of you. I love the feel of your skin and body as I urgently move my hands over every inch of you. Your face, your arms, your body, your manhood, your legs. No area of skin is left unexplored, unappreciated, untouched. After experiencing you with my hands, I'm desperate to experience you with my mouth. I want my lips to feel you, all of you; and I want my tongue to taste you, all of you.
And of course, while I'm engaged in my urgent mission, you're working on your own plans as well. I've got you pinned down on the bed, but each time I work my way over your body with my hands and mouth and tongue, any part of me that gets within reach of your mouth, ohhh mama, you eagerly grab it and suck it and caress it with your tongue. It's become like a game to you, to see which part of me you can snag and work over as it passes by.
Y
ou've also got your hands exploring me, but mainly you're content to lie back and let me finish my mission. You can see in my eyes that I need to do it, and well, you just don't mind at all.
After I've greedily satisfied my exploration of you, you suggest we take a shower to cool down for a bit. I'm your willing slave and will do anything my master wants, and that shower sounds very appealing. You lead me by the hand to the bathroom, and start the water, making sure the temperature is just right before you help me in and join me. It's a roomy, glass enclosed shower, and the warm pulsating water feels so nice.
You've thought ahead and have the most luxuriously scented shower gels and spa products already there, how thoughtful of you! You start with a Sea Salt Body Rub. Oh baby, it's so stimulating (like I need any more stimulation at this point). You take a handful and leisurely massage it all over me. It polishes my skin and leaves it so smooth and soft and moist.
Then you take a buffing sponge and work me all over with a bubbly shower gel, playfully circling round and round my breasts and buttocks and the backs of my thighs. I'm still covered with those luxurious bubbles when you drop the sponge and pull me into you - tight - and kiss the hell out of me. While we're locked in that kiss, we begin to slowly move our bodies against each other back and forth. I'm nearly out of my mind each time your erection rubs against me.
I can't take any more; I beg you to enter me. You take pity on me and move me to where you want me: against the smooth granite tile wall of the shower stall. Oh! It's cold at first, but soon my body temperature heats it up. I'm under the spray of water from the showerhead, and you're finally, finally coming toward me - coming to give me what I want - I nearly orgasm with just the anticipation.
You enter me - hard - and pump into me really hard several times. Oh…my…gosh… I orgasm from just those first sensations. Your cock is so strong and insistent.
"Ooohhhhh Baaaby," I'm thinking, "I'm feeling so on fire and out of control and I can hardly take any more!!!"
Oops, I said that out loud! You look into my eyes and playfully withdraw.
"No," you say, "I'm not done with you yet."
You're killing me, Mister!
You turn me around, bend me slightly, and enter me from behind. This makes it so much easier to use your hands to massage my breasts. Between the warm water rushing over them, your hands cupping them, fingers stimulating my sensitive nipples, and your urgent member slowly stroking in and out and in and out, I just don't know how much more I can take.
This first afternoon has turned out to be nearly more than I can handle, but I'm greedy for more, and you give it to me. You just never disappoint!
Now finally I sense that YOU, the Master, is starting to lose control. Whoa boy, I thought I couldn't get more turned on than I was, I'm about ready to explode as it is! Your face is behind me, so I can't see your expression, but from the sound of your moans, and the few words you can get out, I can tell you're just about ready to orgasm.
"NO! Not yet, Mister," I say.
I force you to withdraw and turn around to face you. You're surprised by my boldness, but you seem to be amused and enjoying it all the same. I kneel and take your pulsating hardness deeply into my mouth. I use all of the techniques you've taught me to please you. It doesn't take long for you to come this way, but we both enjoy it just the same.
I look up into your eyes, and tell you, "I wanted to get a headstart on pleasuring you orally, baby, because I know what's in store for me later…"
You just smile, and wink, and give me a knowing nod of your head. Ohhh, baby. Yummy!
The End.
The Magic of Emerald Lake
Once upon a time in a parallel dimension there was a fairy named Jamara. She knew that a war was coming between her fairy people and the woodland elves because of her paranormal powers. How she hated the thought of a war with all of its destruction and hate. She was terrified of the possibility of losing loved ones. Finally, she could take no more of the ugly thoughts and images going through her mind, so she went to her favorite place to meditate.
Emerald Lake was a beautiful, tranquil place to rest one's mind. As she lay there under the weeping willow tree looking up at the clouds, she fell asleep. A rustling noise awakened her. When she opened her eyes, the shadow of a man was standing over her. She couldn't see his face for the shadows.
"I was always told that this place was magical. I see that it is true", he said.
"Why do you say that?", she replied,
"Because I have found a fallen angel from the heavens. I only wonder if you will permit me to return with you."
"Sir, I am no fallen angel, only a girl who must be on her way."
"No.....wait….. I must get my angel's name first."
"I am not an angel, and my name is Jamara."
"Please permit me to see you home, my name is Cross. It is not safe for you to be traveling home alone with elves about."
"You may see me home then."
So Cross took Jamara home. They talked the whole way, getting to know one another. They finally found themselves at her door. Cross was reluctant to leave his angel of the lake, but he knew that he must.
"I would like to see you again," he told her. "I will be back at Emerald Lake tomorrow by dawn's break. Meet me there if you will."
"I don't know if I can, but I will try". she said.
"That is all that I can ask for." he replied as he kissed her hand, bending down low as a sign of respect for her.
Shocked as this gesture, and at his long blonde hair brushing the back of her hand, she gasped. Then he was gone.
Jamara met Cross that next morning at Emerald Lake, where they spent most of the day talking. They spent every free moment they had in the world of their own making, under the ancient weeping willow tree where they had met. Time had no meaning for them, only the words of love that they spoke to one another. As the seasons changed, the thought of war changed into planning and strategy. Finally before anyone could fathom, the war between the fairies and the elves happened. Cross was put into the position of having to break the news to Jamara that he would join in on the fighting against the woodland elves. She already knew, and had known for some time. That was her curse as she called it, the dreams or nightmares of the future that she faced every night. She also knew how much despair and destruction the months to come would bring. As they said their good-byes Jamara cried tears of grief for she knew that this would be the last time she would ever see his beautiful smiling face. The scene of his death came to her the night before in a dream, but she could not tell him. No one should ever know his or her fate.
Weeks turned into months and still the war did not end. One day an overwhelming sense of dread and heartache filled Jamara's entire being. Instantly, she knew that Cross was dead. She couldn't bear the thought of him being gone and she took off running. She ran with no thought of where she was going. When Jamara reached the weeping willow tree at Emerald Lake, she fell into a heap underneath, exhausted. She cried for hours until she could cry no more and passed out. Her last thoughts were, "Oh how I wish this place was really magical and Cross could be brought back to me."
Finally, Jamara awakened to the sound of laughter. When she opened her eyes Cross was standing there.
"How did you get here?" she asked.
"Simple, you wished me here." he replied.
"I am only a fairy, I have no such powers."
"But you must, for I am here."
"No, it is not possible. You must be a demon."
"I can be whatever you will me to be. Only you have that power, so go ahead and try."
Jamara closed her eyes and willed the demon to turn into nothing. When she finally opened her eyes, he was gone. Emotionally exhausted, Jamara collapsed. Darkness had fell upon the land when Jamara was finally able to stand. The fighting was getting closer and she knew that she had to escape. Jamara took off into the woods. She ran for the longest time until she could run no more. She
fell onto the forest floor, passed out. Someone standing over her awakened her. For a moment, Jamara thought that it was Cross until her sleepy eyes cleared and it was a stranger.
She gasped and tried to scurry away.
The guy said, “No…. wait, I won’t hurt you.”
“How do I know that? You might be lying.” She replied.
“My name is Trace and I am an elf.” He replied.
“Elf? You are the enemy of my people, the fairies!” Jamara screamed at him.
“ No, you are wrong. I am from a peaceable tribe who are not involved in the war.” Trace replied.
It took Trace hours to convince Jamara that he wasn’t evil. She finally confided in him why she had run into the forest, away from the safety of her people.
“ My ladylove, I will not allow anyone to hurt you. We can go to a secret place that no one else knows of because it’s a wonderfully magical place. Do you wish to go there.”? Trace said.
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