The Seduction of Elise - Part IV

Click here for Part I, Part II, and Part III.

Elise was excited and a little giddy about her shopping trip with Adam. He’d called her earlier in the week to get her dress size and measurements, and she was curious to see what he had in store for her. At 6:45 she began to close up and by 7:00 was outside her store, which was locked up tight.

Adam drove up and leaned over to open the passenger door, and she slipped into the seat. After a quick kiss she sat back and buckled her seatbelt. They drove to the part of town that every city has...a little seedy, usually catering to the artists and those with alternative lifestyles.

They pulled in front of a shop selling a variety of leather goods, including clothing. As they entered Elise couldn’t help but gaze over the racks of crops, whips, paddles, straps, and other accoutrements. They headed to the back of the store where the more expensive items were kept and were met by the manager, an older, bearded, and heavily tattooed man that warmly greeted Adam, and introduced himself to her as George.

“Dr. Walther! It’s always so nice to see you, sir. I’ve put the items you requested in dressing room three. Please let me know if there’s anything you need.”

“Thank you, George. It’s much appreciated,” Adam smiled, and led Elise to the rear of the store where the dressing rooms were. She drew back the curtain, and was faced with a rack of assorted dresses. Adam came up behind her and murmured, “I’m sure not all of these will be your style. I just had George pull what he thought would fit from the information you gave me. But give them a try, and let’s have a little fun.”

She looked through some of the dresses and giggled. She couldn’t wait to see what some of the wilder garments would look like. Adam stepped out, and she undressed to try on the first dress. She glanced at the signs in the dressing room and let out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“The signs in here…’Only ONE person in the dressing room at a time!’, ‘Underwear MUST remain on while trying on clothes!’, ‘All garments WILL be inspected upon return!’, and ‘Dressing rooms CAN be monitored at any time!’…I’m guessing they’ve had issues with some hanky panky in here in the past.”

She finished putting on the first dress - a tawdry looking halter dress with lots of studs and chains - and stepped out of the room to get Adam’s input. His look of dismay caused another fit of laugher from her. He pointed her back into the dressing room, and she removed that one and tried on the next. That dress got a similar reaction, so she went back in to try on another one.

The next couple didn’t fit at all, so she skipped showing Adam those. A couple of the dresses weren’t leather but latex, and she dismissed those as well. They were far too tight and sticky. And then…she saw it.

“Are you alive in there?” Adam inquired.

“Sorry, the last couple didn’t fit. But if the one I’m looking at does, I think we’ve found it.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

She slipped the dress on. It was a cap sleeved, black leather cheongsam style dress, with red leather piping and frog closures, and was embroidered with black silk thread and lined in red silk. It had a high mandarin collar that buckled in the back, a modest keyhole opening in the front, and a very deep keyhole in the back. It was cut so low that her purple lace boyshorts were peeping out. The length was to just below the knees, and it was scandalously slit up both sides to mid hip.

With bright eyes, she pulled the curtain aside and stepped out. Adam let out a low whistle, and smiled appreciatively. He motioned for her to spin around and nodded his approval. As she admired it in the three-way mirror, Adam came up behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. She met his eyes, and noticed the wolfish smile on his face.

“All I want to do right now is lift up the back of this skirt, and turn your bottom the same lovely shade of red as that lining. So you’d best take it off before I do it, and get us kicked out of the store.”

Elise wiggled her hips back into him, and he grinned.  He gave her a swat on the behind and scooted her back towards the dressing room. She laughed and went in to change, and then they carried the dress to the counter.

“Now…shoes,” Adam led her to the shoe section, and they perused the selection. After a few minutes of looking he called her over, “How about these?”

Elise walked over, and saw him holding a pair of simple red leather pumps with a slight platform, and high spike heel. They had a wide ankle strap with a silver buckle and a sturdy ring. She sat down and tried on a pair in her size. She managed the heels well and took a graceful turn in them, surprised that they were more comfortable than they looked.

“They’re perfect!” she exclaimed.

“Wonderful. Why don’t you wander around while I pay for this, and then we’ll go get something to eat.”

“Are you sure I can’t…”

Adam put a finger on her lips, “This is on me. Trust me, showing you off in this outfit will be all the payment I need,” he leaned and kissed her, “among other things,” he winked, and headed to the counter.

After they left, he took her to a small diner nearby. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was clean and the food was greasy and delicious. As they laughed and chatted through dinner, she was seeing a relaxed and more humorous side to Adam, and found it very appealing.

On the drive home, things were quiet but comfortable. When they got to Elise’s, Adam retrieved her things from the trunk of the car, and then he walked her up to her apartment. She invited him in for a drink, and he accepted. Once they settled on the couch, his countenance became more serious once again.

“Elise, I wanted to talk to you about Saturday.”

She turned to him, “I’m glad you brought that up to be honest. I’m very curious…and a little nervous.”

“The place we’re going is a private club, owned by a dear old friend of mine. As you may have guessed, it is BDSM themed, and you will be going there as my submissive partner. I know on the sheet you gave me, you said you weren’t comfortable with doing any sort of play in public, and I want to assure you that will not happen.”

She nodded, and he saw that she was noticeably relieved.

“We are going there mostly to observe. I want to watch how you react to the things you see, so I’ve reserved a private observation room for us. We’ll be able to see other members, but they won’t be able to see us.”

“I’m guessing they know they might be being watched?”

“Oh yes. They get off on that sort of thing.” She tried not to smile, and shook her head a little. Adam put a finger under her chin, and lifted her head so that she was looking at him, “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, I’m just a little overwhelmed by it all.”

He leaned in and kissed her, “Don’t be nervous,” he whispered, “I’ll be there with you all the way.”

Elise let out a little gasp as he entwined his fingers in her hair, and pulled her head back to expose her neck. His lips trailed down one side, then back up the other. When he reached her ear he growled, “Go to the bedroom, get undressed, and wait for me there.”

At his words, she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. He leaned back and she got up to do as he’d said. He walked into the kitchen and got another drink for himself, and after he figured she’d had enough time, he followed her.

He found her standing naked and still by the bed, obviously unsure of what to do. He glanced at her bed and smiled. The craftsman styled headboard was slatted, and perfect for what he had in mind. He walked up behind her, and ran his hands from her shoulders down her arms. He gripped her wrists and lifted her arms settling them behind his head.

She leaned back into him slightly as his hands began to explore her body, taking in her luscious curves. He cupped her breasts, drawing lazy circles around her nipples with his fingers. Suddenly he pinched them fairly hard.

Elise let out a little “Oh!”, and ground back against him. It had hurt a bit, but it also caused a rush of pleasure to go straight to her core. She pulled him a little closer, and he dragged her hair to the side, and lightly bit her neck.

“Do you have any scarves?” he asked.

She turned to face him, and he cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked. Wordlessly, she went over to her bureau and rummaged in the top drawer, and pulled some out.  She handed them to him, and waited. He was pleased…she was trying so hard to remain calm, but he could tell by her breathing and the blush on her cheeks that there was some inner turmoil going on inside her.

“Lie on the bed, and put your hands over your head.”

She did as he ordered, and he walked over and soon had her hands secured to the headboard. She had one leg bent, and slightly crossed over the other, showing her vulnerability. Seeing her this way aroused him greatly, and he began to undress. She watched him intently with equal parts lust and apprehension.

Now as naked as she, he joined her on the bed and lay down next to her. He lightly ran his fingers up and down her torso, feeling the muscles flutter under her skin.

“What is your safe word, my dear?”

Elise had expected this question to come up, and had tried to think of something simple, but not something that would be said often during sex, “I’ve decided on lemon.”

“Lemon,” he repeated, “That should be easy enough to remember.” He pried her legs apart, and adjusted so that he kneeling between them, “You look so beautiful bound, my pet. I’ve wanted to see you like this for a long time.”

He bent over and kissed her gently, and began to move his mouth down her body. He latched onto one nipple and sucked on it, varying the pressure until she was squirming underneath him. He then moved to the other and repeated his actions. He trailed a line of kisses down her belly, stopping to tongue her little belly button.

He grabbed her hips, and held her tightly until she stilled. Spreading her legs even wider, he dipped his head until he was at eye level with her pretty pussy. Using his thumbs, he outlined her now puffy outer lips, and observed the moisture that trickled out from between them. Very slowly he licked it up, using just the tip of his tongue, and he heard her let out a shaky breath. He smiled, blew softly, and felt her shudder.

Adam continued to tease, kissing, nibbling, and licking her everywhere except directly on her clit. She was flushed, dripping, and considering the noises she was making, he was driving her crazy. Elise tried desperately to close her legs around his head, but a light slap on her inner thigh stopped her quick. He kept this up for almost half an hour, until he heard her sob. He looked up at her, and saw two tears slowly tracking down her cheeks.

“Is something wrong, my sweet girl?”

All she could say was “Oh please, oh please…”

“Please what?”

She took a deep breath, “Please, let me come.”

He chuckled, “You’re getting closer, try again.”

Elise was crying in earnest now, “Please, Sir…will you let me come?”

“Good girl…let me see what I can do.”

He lowered his head, and began to circle her clit with his tongue. Her hips lifted off the bed in response, and he took advantage of that to wrap his arms around her thighs to hold her still and sucked on it hard, causing her to cry out. He then nibbled lightly on it, and Elise nearly went out of her head.

Adam finally decided to take mercy on her, and alternated between gently sucking it, and lightly flicking his tongue across it until he felt her stiffen. Just as she was on the brink of a massive climax, he stopped.

Elise began to cry again, and he moved quickly up her body, shoving his hard cock into her in one swift motion. He ground his hips against her giving her clit the last bit of friction it needed to drive her over the edge. She locked her legs around him, and came with a little scream, clenching the walls of her pussy around his cock as he rocked it in and out of her.

Now more concerned with his own pleasure, he began to fuck her hard. She did her best to meet his thrusts, but he could tell she was nearly insensate. To get her to focus, he bit her lightly on her ear, and she turned her head towards him.

“Such pretty tears, my pet,” he whispered, “you are mine now. Do you understand?”

She nodded, and he kissed her, and thrust into her again and again, building up her pleasure as he took his own.

“Come for me, Elise…come for me, my gorgeous little slut.”

His words seemed to awaken something in her, and her motions became more precise. He knelt up, and plunged his cock into her, while using his thumb to rub her clit. She came again, more quietly this time, and her pussy milked his cock until he came with a groan, filling her with his cum.

He looked down at Elise. Her skin was mottled and covered with a sheen of sweat. Her hair was spread across the pillow and her mascara had streaked her face. She was straining against her bindings and still weeping a little, so he reached up and untied the scarves, and she lowered her hands slowly, covering her face with them.

Adam moved alongside her, and gathered her in his arms. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear while he rubbed her back. He kissed her neck, and let her cry into his shoulder. Things had gotten a bit more intense for her than he had planned, and he mentally scolded himself for forgetting that she was new to all of this.

After a few minutes she calmed down and snaked her arms around his neck, and he pulled back to look at her, and wiped away the remains of her tears.

“Are you all right?” he asked, almost hesitantly.

Elise let out a hiccup, and nodded.

“You were perfect, my sweet girl. I pushed you hard tonight, but you were wonderful. Now, be honest with me…did you enjoy it?”

She looked up at him, and gave him a smile that was almost beatific, “It was amazing.”

He took one of her wrists in his hand and kissed her pulse point, and noting the dent left behind by the scarf, rubbed it gently, “This is just the beginning, Elise. We’re going to go on quite a journey together. Do you think you’re ready?”

She snuggled into him, and he held her tight. She kissed along his jaw up to his ear and whispered, “I am.”

The Seduction of Elise – Part III

Click here for Part I and Part II.

Elise woke up to the smell of coffee, and opened her eyes to see Adam at the bedside with a mug of it for her.  She took it gratefully, and while she sipped it he sat on the bed by her and stroked her leg which was peeking out of the coverlet.

Their eyes met, and he smiled, “Why don’t you take a shower, and meet me in the kitchen for some breakfast.”  Elise nodded, and he took the mug from her.  She slipped out of bed, and made her way to the bathroom while he sat back and enjoyed the view.

After the shower she felt so much better.  She slipped on the robe Adam had retrieved from the floor and laid on the bed for her.  The scent of bacon had her mouth watering, and led her to the spacious kitchen.  Adam had set up some casual place settings on the center island. She asked if she could help, and he laughed and shooed her over to a nearby stool.  He brought her some more coffee, and they chatted comfortably as he cooked up some scrambled eggs and toast.

Her stomach growled, and when Adam put the plate in front of her, she tucked in.  She wolfed the food down, then looked at him sheepishly when she realized that he was only partway through.  He grinned, “I guess last night’s activities made you hungry?”

She laughed, “I guess it did.”

“Would you like some more?” he teased.

She thought for a minute then asked, “Is there any more bacon?”

Adam chuckled, “Sure thing, help yourself.” 

Elise got a couple more strips of bacon from the counter, and nibbled on them while he finished his breakfast.

As he stood behind her to collect her plate, he leaned and growled in her ear, “I appreciate a woman with a good appetite.”

She felt a little shiver go through her.  It was a fairly innocuous thing to say, but the way he said it made her tingle.  She helped with the dishes, then they got dressed and Adam gave her a ride back to her place. He stopped out front of her building then turned to her, “So what are your plans for today?”

“Thankfully I don’t have any.  I was probably going to start putting together some new wine racks that I ordered.”

He looked at her intently, “I’d like you do me a favor.”

“Of course!”

“I want you to think about what we discussed last night, and make up a list for me of everything that you would like to try, have thought about trying but aren’t so sure of, and anything that would be totally off limits.  I have to go into the office for a while, but I thought that later this evening I could bring dinner by, and we could discuss it.”

Elise seemed puzzled so he continued, “Because you’re new to this sort of partnership, I want to be sure that we’re on the same page. In order for this relationship to work, I have to know what your limits are,” he took her face in his hands and his voice lowered, “I fully intend to push those limits, my dear…make no mistake.  But I need to know where to begin.”

She nodded, and looked at him with eyes wide as saucers.  He leaned in and kissed her hard, “I’ll come about 7:00 if that’s acceptable to you?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” she smiled at him, and stepped out of the car, “I look forward to it.”

After a quick change of clothes, Elise went down to the shop to put some of the new racks together.  The old ones were so beat up, and she had wanted to update the store a little, and figured that was the best way to start. 

As she worked, she thought about what Adam had asked her to do.  She was trying to work through how fast things had changed between them, and even though it had turned out to be exactly what she wanted, it was still hard to process.

She’d always considered herself a feminist, and a very confident and independent woman.  She’d been on her own since she was 18, had put herself through college, and had now inherited and was running a very successful little business.  Never in the scheme of things would she have figured that she’d be embarking in a sexual relationship where she’d basically be some man’s slave...where her needs would be secondary to his.

But Adam wasn’t just any man.  She felt a level of trust with him that she hadn’t known with anyone else.  He knew exactly what he was, and what he wanted, and had no compunction about going after it. And deep down inside herself she realized that this is what she wanted, and what she’d been looking for in prior relationships but hadn’t been able to find.

She didn’t know why she reacted the way she did to being dominated.  She’d had a conventional childhood.  She had no Daddy issues, she had never been abused.  But the times she’d asked her boyfriends to tie her up or to spank her, she’d felt a wildly increased level of arousal, and craved more.  But her prior lovers hadn’t shared that, and one had flat out refused and even broke up with her over it.

After lunch, she rummaged around for a pad and pencil, and sat down on the couch to do as Adam had asked.  She divided the page into three columns, and started writing.  When she was finished, she found that there was a lot fewer things in the “Maybe” and “No” columns than she had expected, and as she reviewed what she’d written, she began to play the scenarios in her head, and found herself getting aroused.

She shook it off, and put the list on the side table for later and went back to work.  At about 4:00 she was tired and dirty, and went upstairs to clean up the apartment a bit, then shower and change for dinner. 

Adam arrived promptly at 7:00, carrying bags of Chinese takeout.  He kissed her hello, and she got out some napkins and dishes.  She opened a bottle of wine, and they grabbed some chopsticks and sat at her small kitchen table trying all the different dishes, and chatting about how their days had gone.  The mood was light and comfortable, and once dinner was over and the food put away, she poured them some more wine and they moved over to the couch.

“So,” Adam asked, “did you do as I asked?”

Elise sat up and grabbed the pad from the table and handed it to him.  He settled back into the cushions, and put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close.  He read through the list a couple of times, and she noticed a small smile cross his lips.  When he was finished he tore the sheet off, folded it, and put it in his pocket.

He snuggled her close and kissed her on the top of the head, “I must say, I admire your willingness to try new things, and I think we have a wonderful adventure ahead of us. I have a place I would like to take you.  We can go next Saturday, but I’d like to take you shopping during the week in preparation for our date.  How does that sound to you?”

“That sounds fine.”

“Good.  Now, I hate to cut the evening short, but I have an early day tomorrow,” he stood, and helped her up. 

Elise was disappointed as she’d hoped that he’d stay the night, but she put on a brave face as she walked him to the door.  He took her in his arms and kissed her, leaving her breathless and weak in the knees.  “Pick you up on Wednesday at closing time?”

“Wednesday will be fine,” she whispered.

He tilted her head up so that she was looking him in the eye, “Elise, do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Good.  Because as long as you’re in my care nothing will happen that you don’t want.” He gave her another quick kiss, and then he was gone.

The Seduction of Elise - Part II

Here is a link to Part I if you need it.

Elise heard his question, but it took a minute to register. She looked at him quizzically, “But why would I want to leave?”

Adam smiled, “Wait here just a moment. I’ll be right back.”

She leaned against the wall and gathered her wits. Adam returned promptly with a cozy white robe, which he wrapped around her. He picked up her dress, and led her to the living room where he sat her on the couch, and hung her dress in the hall closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked.

Elise nodded, and he went to the kitchen to get them some.

When he returned he handed her glass over, then sat down on the ottoman opposite her. He swirled his own wine thoughtfully a moment, then spoke quietly, “I suppose I should explain further. I have certain sexual proclivities that aren’t always considered acceptable in polite society. I simply don’t want to push you into anything you might be uncomfortable with. I’m far too fond of you to want to hurt you,” he glanced up at her and smiled slyly, “Unless of course, you want me to.”

As his words sunk in, Elise blushed and ducked her head, “Ah, so my intuition about you was correct. You’re a Dominant, aren’t you?”

“What was your first guess?”

She peeked up at him through her lashes, “Well, I’ve always gotten a certain vibe from you. Then there were the odd questions while we were dancing, and your actions in the hall just now sort of confirmed it for me.”

“Are you familiar with the lifestyle?”

“I’ve…done some reading.”

“Oh God, please tell me you didn’t read those silly ‘mommy porn’ books.”

She laughed, “No, I heard they were awful. But I’ve read some de Sade, “The Story of O”, and the “Sleeping Beauty” trilogy among others, and of course the internet can be a very wicked place.”

He ducked his head to look her in the eye, “And what was your opinion of these books? Did you enjoy reading them?”

She lifted her head and nodded, “Yes. And I’ve approached my boyfriends in the past about doing a little role-play, and enjoyed it very much. However they were never really that interested in it, and I was always left feeling…somehow unfulfilled.”

“I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised by this.”

Elise laughed, “Well, I am 32, and hardly a virgin after all.”

Adam smiled, “I guess not. Still, I have to say I find these confessions of yours encouraging. Now, I’m not looking for a needy little supplicant that mopes around and just does what I tell her. For this kind of relationship to work, I want a woman who’s intelligent and comfortable in her own skin. There’s no contract that I’d ask you to sign, and I would never force you to stay if you didn’t want to, and most of all I would need you trust me…to be a partner in this venture.”

She nodded, “A yin to your yang, in other words.”

“Exactly…I’d need your light to counteract my darkness.”

Elise sipped her wine, and thought for a moment, “I’m not really that experienced…”

He leaned in and gave her a light kiss, “You don’t need to be. You just have to be willing to give it a try. Would you like to?”

With a boldness that surprised even her, Elise put her wine on the side table, took Adam’s hand, and placed it at the juncture between her thighs. He groaned just a little as he felt how wet she was. 

Her breath quickened, “Does that give you my answer well enough?”

Adam put his wine glass beside hers on the table, and he reached over to tug at her panties. She lifted her hips, and he slid them down her stockinged legs. “Yes it does," he replied, "and tonight, we won’t play roles. Tonight we’ll just be lovers.”

He knelt in front of her, and spread her legs, running his hands up her thighs. She slid forward a little, and he soon was separating her inner lips with his fingers. He leaned in, and placed little kisses on her smooth mound, and flicked his tongue against her clit. He worked his hands under her legs, and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. He explored her sex with his tongue, working around it in circles, occasionally sucking her clit between his lips.

Her little mewls of pleasure delighted him, and he kept up his teasing. With one hand, he rubbed her little nub, while he explored her pussy with his tongue. Soon his ministrations had her quaking, and her hands tangled in his hair, encouraging him to get a little rougher. He acquiesced, and soon he had her crying out as her orgasm washed over her.

Adam undid the tie on her robe, and pulled it apart, exposing her. He wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her. Elise wanted to feel his skin against hers, and moved to unbutton his shirt, but let out a moan of frustration when she encountered his confounding shirt studs.

He laughed and stood, and helped her to her feet, “Come with me,” he whispered, and they headed towards his bedroom. He pulled down the spread, and gently sat her on the bed. She was about to remove her shoes and roll off her stockings when he stopped her, “No, those are so sexy…please leave them on.”

She shrugged, and sat watching him begin to undress. With practiced ease he undid the studs and cufflinks of his shirt, and once they were put away she stood, slipped off the robe, and walked over to him.

“Please…let me?”

He chuckled, and she smiled up at him. She undid the last few buttons of his shirt, and slid it off his shoulders. She ran her hands down his arms, and back up his chest, through his light chest hair. He rested his hands on her hips, and they kissed, pressing tight to each other. She could still taste her musk on his mouth, and let out a little groan. Quickly she unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants, shoving them down. She reached into his boxer briefs, and stroked his now rock hard cock.

Adam kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and walked the two of them over to bed, never breaking their kiss. The backs of her knees bumped against the edge, and she lost her balance and toppled over with a giggle. Adam quickly removed his underwear and socks and joined her on the bed, sliding his body on top of hers.

She felt his cock against her belly, and scooted back a little, wrapping her silky legs around him and moving her hips so it was aligned with her pussy. With a groan he slowly entered her, and her nails dug into his back. With a growl he pushed in a bit harder, and she lifted her hips to meet his. She gasped when he was fully inside her, and he rested against her for a moment before he began to draw out, and then plunge back into her.

They soon established a rhythm, and he ducked his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. He continued to move in her as he sucked on it, and he felt her hand snake down between them to rub her clit. The mix of sensations soon had her coming with a shout, and he felt her pussy contract around him. He picked up his pace, and she held on tighter as he pounded inside of her. With a growl he came, releasing a volley of cum.

Elise held him tightly against her, and buried her face in his neck. They rested together that way for a moment, and then she pushed him gently off of her, and onto his back. She excused herself for a moment, and went into the adjoining bathroom. Adam heard the water running in the sink, and she came back a moment later with a wet, warm washcloth. She used it to wipe him clean, then replaced the cloth with her mouth. She ran her tongue around the crown of his cock, and wrapped her lips around his still hard shaft. She cradled his balls gently with one hand, and began to bob her head, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him. Adam let out a groan, and brushed her hair aside so that could watch her work. 

Unbeknownst to her, he’d fantasized about her much the way she had about him. He’d get himself off imagining tying her down, teasing her body until her skin flushed and she begged him to let her come. About taking a paddle to her luscious ass until it was bright pink, then burying his cock in her soft folds. Cuffing her hands behind her, and having her kneel in front of him, and suck him off.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head up. She let him go with a little popping sound, and she moved up on the bed to straddle him. She worked her pussy along his length, and the warm wetness of it inflamed him.

He grabbed her hips, and maneuvered her pussy over him, and she slid down his length and encased him in her heat. She undulated on top of him, moving her hips sensually up and down. It was slow, and excruciatingly sweet, but as her own passion began to take over, she began to move more erratically. She leaned over him, her nipples brushing his chest, and he stroked his fingers down her back.

“Baby, I want to fuck you from behind,” he whispered in her ear. She nodded, and moved off of him to the other side of the bed, and waited expectantly, subconsciously wiggling her ass just the slightest bit. It took everything he had to not to warm it with his hand. Instead he lined up his cock with her slick opening, and thrust forward.

Her arms buckled slightly, and as he began to piston into her, she let out a guttural moan. Soon her moans turned to incoherent begging, and she began to push back and meet his thrusts with her own. Their bodies slapped together, and she clutched him tightly inside her. This time they came together, perfectly in synch.

Elise was spent. She’d come more in one night than she had in weeks, and could barely hold herself up anymore. Adam pulled out of her and lay back, and she kicked off her shoes, and snuggled her body up against his, and promptly fell asleep. He pulled the spread over them, and grabbed a remote from the night table, and dimmed the lights in the room.

Yes, he’d dreamt about this many times, but reality was turning out to be so much better.

The Seduction of Elise - Part I

As Adam led Elise to her seat, he allowed his hand to move up from her lower back to stroke the bare skin a few inches higher, and smiled when he felt goose bumps stipple that smooth expanse. A little shiver followed, causing the long chain dotted with topaz colored stones that hung down her back to jingle ever so slightly.

He knew that she’d probably spent more than she could afford on the emerald gown in an attempt to impress him, and he admitted that it had worked. The color matched her eyes, and flattered her pale skin and dark hair, which she’d worn up and fastened with a jeweled clip.

She was tense – and had been all through dinner despite holding her own in the conversation – but as they took their seats and she allowed herself to take in her surroundings, he noticed some of that tension drain from her shoulders. The discordant noises that came from the orchestra pit as the musicians warmed up made conversation impossible, so he let himself just observe her.

She felt his gaze on her, met his eyes, and gave him a dazzling smile. But he noticed that despite the smile, she gripped her program just a little tighter. He wasn’t surprised at her nervousness. It was a natural reaction to being in an environment that she wasn’t accustomed to, and wanting very much to fit in. He knew that on her salary, dinner at a five star restaurant and a night at the opera wasn’t something she experienced on regular basis.

Elise was an employee at a small wine shop that he’d been going to for years. He was quite the gourmand, and found that they carried the best selection in town, and what they didn’t stock they could always get for him. Other than the owner she was the only employee, and over the years he’d become smitten with her sunny demeanor, witty humor, and knowledge on a wide variety of topics.

The owner had recently passed away, leaving to her the building that housed the shop and her apartment. She’d been overwhelmed by the grief of losing her mentor who’d been like a surrogate father to her, and who’d taught her everything she knew about the business. So Adam had invited her to join him this evening in hopes of lifting her spirits, as he missed her usual happy self.

As the house lights dimmed, he turned his attention to the stage. The opera was “Don Giovanni”, which Elise had mentioned in the past was one of her favorites. As the orchestra began to play the opening notes of the score and the curtain rose, he let himself get lost in the music.

After intermission and before the second act began, he’d offered his hand and she took it, albeit a bit hesitantly. During the Commendatore scene, her grip tightened a bit. No matter how many times one had seen it, it was an intense and frightening finale, and the local company did an outstanding job with the mood and the costumes.

When the opera was over, she applauded enthusiastically, and turned to him with a wide smile. He was struck again by her loveliness, and returned her smile with one of his own. Once the curtain calls were done and they’d filed out into the cool evening, he suggested that they finish up the evening with a cocktail.

They ended up at a little piano bar that he knew would be a quiet space to wind down. As they sipped their drinks and talked about the opera, Elise seemed happy and finally relaxed. He leaned over and asked her to dance, and noticed the little blush on her cheeks as she nodded.

As he put his arm around her waist, he felt rather than heard her little gasp. She rested her hand lightly on his shoulder as their other hands joined, and he spun her onto the dance floor.

“I have been remiss by failing to mention just how beautiful you look this evening,” he murmured.

She looked up at him and replied with a smile and a simple, “Thank you.”

“Tell me, why did choose this dress for tonight?”

She laughed a little at the odd question, and after thinking a moment replied, “It’s a classic silhouette which means I can easily wear it more than once, I felt the color suited me, and I thought it was alluring without being gauche.”

Adam chuckled, “It’s actually very alluring without being gauche…and the material?”

She laughed, “It’s October and chilly…velvet is seasonal.”

“Is that all?”

She blushed again, and looked down, “Well, it’s also very…touchable, isn't it?”

He pulled her a bit closer, and her breath quickened, “Were you hoping it would tempt me to touch you?” After a brief pause he felt her nod her head in reply.

“Well, it worked,” he whispered, and the feel of his breath so close to her ear, caused her to tense up all over again. Her heartbeat quickened, and he could feel it pounding through his tuxedo jacket. He drew his fingers lightly up her back, “But do you realize that your skin is even softer and more alluring than your dress?”

She let out a little squeak that he found amusing. He pulled back to look at her, and found her face was flushed, her pupils were wide, and her breathing was a bit ragged. He could feel the heat coming off of her, and felt himself starting to respond to it.

“Do you realize, my dear Elise, that you’re displaying all the signs of a fight or flight response? Do I frighten you?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Do you wish to flee from me?”

“No, and I don’t want to fight you either,” she replied.

He rested his cheek against her hair, and breathed in the fresh smell of her, “So tell me…what do you want then?”

This time it was she that pulled back and looked at him, her eyes wide as she took in his handsome features, and processed through what he was asking, knowing that he expected nothing but complete honesty and replied, “You. I want you.”

“And what do you want from me?”

Elise stammered, “I don’t know.”

“Oh, yes you do. Tell me.”

She couldn’t believe this all was happening…she’d been attracted to this man for so long, and realized now that the attraction was mutual. The air around them seemed to be crackling with energy, and as he waited patiently for her reply, she struggled to put her answer into words.

“I want you to bring me home and undress me, kiss me everywhere, and then…take me. Please.”

“I would love nothing more my dear, but I have to admit you’re so tense I’m almost afraid to let you go. Do you promise if I do that you won’t fly apart on me?”

“I promise.”

“Good. Why don’t you wait for me in the lobby…I’ll be out after I pay the bill.”

She nodded, “Actually, I think I'll wait outside…I could use some air.”

“Very well, I’ll meet you in a moment.”

As Elise stood outside, she was tempted to just hail a cab and go home, because she had to admit Adam did frighten her a little. Well, maybe not frighten, but she found him a bit intimidating. He was wealthy and successful, accomplished and cultured, but there was something animalistic behind his well mannered exterior. She had just given him permission to unleash that on her, and was wondering if that had been a smart thing to do.

On the other hand, over the years she had fantasized about this very moment...about him taking her home, slipping her dress off of her body so that it puddled at her feet, and ravaging her…and she shuddered in delight at the thought.

Deep in her reverie, she didn’t notice him behind her until he draped her wrap over her shoulders, “You forgot this, and your handbag,” he pressed the small bag into her hands, and handed his ticket to valet. The young man retrieved Adam’s Mercedes, and within minutes they were on their way to his apartment.

During the drive, Adam noticed Elise put her head back and close her eyes. As he took in the lines of her elegant neck, he realized she seemed preoccupied. He wondered whether he’d taken things too far too soon, if he’d overwhelmed her, and if it would be better to just take her back to her place and call it a night. As if realizing his doubt, she opened her eyes and looked over at him, and what he read in her expression gave him the assurance that she wanted this as much as he did.

They pulled in front of his building, and the doorman got her door for her, and helped her out. She waited in the lobby as Adam parked the car, and then they headed to the elevator to go to his flat. The doorman looked after them quizzically. Dr. Walther was a very private man, and rarely brought people back to his apartment, so this young woman must be someone important to him.

Adam put in his key card, and hit the button for the 26th floor. He had the entire floor to himself, requiring this special access. As the doors closed, his hand snaked up under Elise’s wrap, and his arm went around her waist possessively for the ride up.

A small ding announced their arrival, and when the doors opened, he led her out. A long hallway stretched ahead of them, bisecting the space. Before they’d taken five steps down the hall, he was on her. He pushed her up against the wall, and she cried out in surprise, but then melted against him. Their lips met, and his kiss sent a shock through her system. She dropped her purse as he tore off her wrap, and then she twined her arms around his neck, as his circled her waist.

It was everything she’d hoped for. Hot, passionate, and somewhat messy. Any properness he’d shown before was lost as their lips and tongues explored, and his hands roamed over her body. He was unleashing the animal, and she couldn’t be happier about it.

His touch was hot on her skin, and his fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down. He moved his mouth along her neck to her shoulder as he slid her dress off, and nipped at her fragrant skin.

The boning of her gown had provided enough support that she hadn’t needed to wear a brassiere, and his hands palmed her breasts for a moment before pulling her dress the rest of the way off. As it fell to the floor, he stood back and looked at her. She had on little black panties, some lace topped thigh high stockings, and her heels. As he watched, she pulled out the clip from her hair, shaking her head and letting it cascade over her shoulders.

Adam reached out, and put his hand down the front of her panties. He marveled at just how hot and wet she was, and as he ran a finger over her clit she let out a little yelp. He removed his hand and grabbed her wrists, putting her arms over her head. He held them in place with his left hand, then leaned into her and stroked her again with the right. She trembled against him, and he watched her intently.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and her eyes flew open, “I want to watch you come.”

He strummed his finger lightly against her clit. She writhed in his grasp, wanting more friction, but instead of giving her what she wanted, he lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple. She bucked against him, and he switched his attention to the other one, rolling the hard nub between his teeth.  After a few moments, he lifted his head and met her gaze, and smiled almost cruelly.

He continued to tease Elise, to stoke the fire inside of her. He kissed her, and she met his kiss feverishly. As they kissed, he inserted two fingers inside of her, and began to thrust them slowly. His thumb settled more firmly on her clit, and she rode his hand, craving release. As her moans against his mouth became more frantic, he broke the kiss and leaned back. As their eyes locked, she came with a shudder, her clit a hard button, and her pussy pulsating around his fingers.

Despite her pleas for him to stop, that it was too intense, he continued to stroke her through a second climax.  As she stood there panting, he removed his fingers, and lifted them to his nose. He breathed in her musk, and then put them in his mouth for a taste. She was sweet and delicious…the perfect digestif.

Adam put his damp fingers under her chin, and lifted it so that she was looking him right in the eyes,  “This is your last chance to leave, Elise.  You can go now and we can pretend this never happened, or you can stay.  What do you choose?”

The Traffic Stop

Suzanne saw the lights flash on behind her, and pulled the car over. She let out a sigh, knowing that while her insurance was up to date, the expired license in her purse was going to cost her a ticket and subsequently a lot of money.

As she watched the officer approach via her rear view mirror, she rolled down the window. She made note of how attractive the officer was, and hitched up her already short skirt a little bit more, and undid an extra button on her blouse.

"Good evening miss, I'm Officer Roberts. I've stopped you tonight for going 55 miles an hour in a 35 mile an hour zone. Is there any reason you were going so fast?"

"No officer, I apologize...I didn't realize how fast I was going." She smiled a little as she noticed he was busier looking at her chest instead of her face.

"Well, miss, you need to be more observant. These country roads aren't the in best upkeep...you could hit a pothole and flip your car, or run into a deer; or a cow or horse that's broken loose. Now, can I see you license, registration, and proof of insurance please?"

She got her license out of her purse, and handed it to him while she reached into the glove box for the other documents. She made a point to lean over slowly, showing off her shapely legs and her firm ass encased in her tight skirt. She sat up and turned quickly, catching the officer staring at her instead of the license. She smiled and handed him the papers.

He looked everything over and asked, "You do realize that your license is expired, correct?"

"Yes sir. I was out of state for work, and haven't had a chance to get to get it renewed."

"As it stands now, I'm sorry miss, but I'm going to have to write you up a ticket for these infractions."

She pouted prettily, and looked up at him with wide eyes, "Is there any way that you could let me off with just a warning? Or maybe we could work out a different kind of payment?"

"Miss, are you trying to bribe me? Would you LIKE me to add another infraction on your ticket?"

"Oh please, Officer Roberts...I can't handle another ding on my driving record! My insurance will go through the roof! C'mon...I know you've been checking me out," she slid her hands up her thighs and spread her legs, giving him a peek of her bare pussy, "You have to admit, I'm pretty hot." The officer paused, and she reached up and ran her fingertip over the tent in his pants, "Are you SURE we can't work something out?"

The officer growled, "Get out of the car."

Suzanne balked a bit at his tone, which was harsher than she was expecting, but she did as he said. He hauled her over to the trunk of her car, and bent her over it. With ease of practice, he maneuvered her until she found herself cuffed and helpless. Roberts kicked her legs apart and proceeded to frisk her, his hands rough on her body. His touch was making her squirm...and very wet.

"You got any contraband on you that I don't know about?" he growled in her ear as his leather gloved index finger penetrated her pussy and his thumb invaded her tight asshole. She let out a moan as his fingers thrust inside her.

"Nope, no contraband," he commented as he pulled her to her feet. He grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her into the stand of trees by the side of the road. He found one with a lower branch, undid one of the cuffs, and raised her arms over her head. In no time she was re-cuffed to the branch. "I'll be right back Miss Suzanne...I hope you're ready for what you've gotten yourself into."

She listened as her car started up, and the officer drove it to a nearby drive so that it was off the road. He repeated the process with his squad car, then she heard him come back towards her, crunching through the underbrush. She started when she felt his hands rest on her hips. He grabbed the zipper on the back of her skirt, and slid it slowly down her legs. He reached around the front of her blouse, and ripped the delicate material right off of her. Then with his pocket knife he sliced through her bra, and the ruined undergarment fell to the ground.

She stood there naked except for remains of her blouse, and the cool night air caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She jumped as he reached around to roughly knead her tits and whispered in her ear, "You wanted to act like a whore? Well, I'm going to treat you like one. Spread your legs, bitch."

She was unsteady in her heels, but did as he asked. She then felt something begin to penetrate her pussy. It was so hard and so rigid that she figured it could only be his nightstick. A tear of humiliation ran down her cheek as she felt him lean in behind her. "You like that, you little whore? You like my big stick up your cunt? I hope you do...and you better put that pussy to good use during what comes next. This stick comes loose, and it's just going to get worse for you. For now, I think a stroke for every mile you were over the speed limit is a good number to start with."

Roberts stepped back, and dropped his gun belt to the ground, and removed the belt from his pants. He snapped the leather and folded it in half, and began to run the looped end up her legs. He smiled as he watched her body shudder, and her ass jutted out invitingly. With quick and deadly accuracy, he snapped the belt hard on her ass. She let out a yelp, but he didn't care. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no one around to hear her cry out. He pulled it back, and struck her other cheek. She tensed, putting pressure on her arms, and she wiggled to get some relief. Another stroke bit into her, and she frantically squeezed her pussy around the nightstick to hold it in place. The combination of sensations had her coming in no time.

Blow after blow landed on her ass until Roberts got to 20, leaving it flaming red, tender, and welted. She was openly sobbing at this point, and was almost relieved when she felt him pull the nightstick out of her. He moved in front of her and stated, "Well, it looks like you made a mess of my nightstick, you little whore. I think you need to clean it off. So start licking."

She did as he asked, licking her copious juices off of the weapon, making a show of it for him and hoping to make him happy with her. When she had cleaned it to his satisfaction, he tossed it down by his gun belt. He undid one of the cuffs, and spun her around, capturing her arms behind her back again. He forced her down to her knees, and stood in front of her, undoing his pants, and pulling down his briefs enough to free his cock.

Suzanne knew just what he wanted, and was eager to taste the big, thick cock in front of her. She leaned in to suck it, and took the head of it in her mouth. "God, you taste so good," she whispered as she took a breath. He smiled down at her, and stroked her cheek. Then he twined his fingers in her hair, and began to fuck her mouth. She went from willing participant to just a hole to be fucked in seconds. And she loved every second of it. She relaxed as he worked his cock down her throat, making little grunting sounds, and humming with pleasure.

Roberts looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was pliant in his hands. He decided she was enjoying herself a bit too much, and pulled out of her mouth. She let out a little cry of protest, and he slapped his belt across her tits. Tears of hurt and surprise came to her eyes, and he did it again. Despite the tears, he could see her breath quicken, and did it again. Her nipples were like hard little erasers jutting out, and he got the urge to suck on them.

He helped her stand, and backed her up to the tree, and ground against her. The rough bark on her tender backside caused her to gasp, but it turned to a moan as he suckled her tits. His hand moved down to the juncture between her thighs and found her so hot, wet, and ready for more. He strummed her clit, and her body began to shudder. He moved his mouth to hers, and kissed her roughly then whispered, "You already came once without my permission. Do it again, and you'll get another 10 strokes of my belt…this time right on your pussy."

He pulled his head back, and smiled grimly at the worry in her eyes as he kept manipulating her clit. Oh, he was going to make her come all right. He kissed his way down her torso, and his mouth eventually surrounded her clit. He wrapped his arms around her, and licked her clit gently at first, swirling his tongue around it, and then began to suck it while flicking his tongue across it.

She tried. She really tried. But the sensation of his mouth on her was just too much to bear. With a cry of pleasure mixed with defeat she bucked herself against him, and came violently.

He chuckled as he stood, and she steeled herself for what was going to come next. She braced herself against the tree as he used his knee to spread her legs even wider, and expose her sex.

"Time to make that pussy as red as your ass, Missy," with a quick flick the looped end of the belt slapped against her clit and she keened. He definitely was practiced, as he never slapped her hard enough to hurt unbearably, just enough to keep her up on her tiptoes. After the first five, he took a break and slapped the belt across her tits a few times. She jutted her chest out to meet the blows as the pain mingled deep inside with the pleasure of being punished. Then he gave her the last five on her cunt.

He looked at her as she stood there shuddering. She was a mess. Her makeup had run, and her hair had come undone and spilled in straggled strands around her face. The sleeves of her blouse still hung from her wrists. She was striped front and back from his belt, and she was so wet he could actually hear as drops from her pussy pattered on the leaves beneath her.

He felt he'd done enough for her, and it finally time to take his reward. He approached her, and spun her around to face the tree, the pulled on her hips until they jutted out just enough to show off her swollen, pink, and ready pussy.

She gasped as his cock slid inside her. She pushed back, taking him deep inside her, and let out a cry of pleasure as he began to thrust hard inside her. A few errant slaps on her ass accompanied his invasion of her body, and when he reached around to strum her overly sensitive clit, he whispered in her ear, "NOW you have my permission to come, Missy."

And come she did…her cunt spasmed around his cock, and milked it expertly. With a few more thrusts she felt him expand inside her, and blast his hot load. He stood quietly a few seconds as the pleasure of his orgasm subsided, then he pulled out of her. He wiped himself off with the remnants of her blouse, and tucked his cock back into his pants, putting his belt through the loops. Then he picked up his gun belt, and put that back on as well. In comparison to her current state, he looked fresh as a daisy.

He uncuffed her wrists, and put a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Damn, Mrs. Roberts...I think that was the best one yet."

She smiled up at him weakly, "It sure was."

He held her tight to him for a few minutes until her trembling subsided some, whispering to her how much he loved her, and what a good girl she'd been.  Then he tilted her chin until she was looking up at him and said, "Well, my dinner break is over...I've got to get back to work. Rest up sweetheart, and I'll see you in a few hours. When I get home, we can go get some breakfast, OK?"

"Sounds good, Honey...have a good rest of the night," Suzanne kissed her husband, and after picking up her clothes began heading up to the house. He watched as she walked off, still a bit wobbly from everything that had transpired. He smiled and walked over to the driveway where their cars were parked, and drove off, headed back out to finish his night shift.

Good Morning...

I wake up in the morning, and smile as I see you sleeping beside me. The night before had been wickedly hot – both the weather and the lovemaking – the blankets are on a pile on the floor, and I find myself feeling sweaty and sticky. This vacation to the Caribbean has been full of amazing sights, sounds, and experiences, and last night was no exception.

Leaving you sleeping, I make my way into the bathroom. I flip on the light, look at my reflection and smile. My hair is hopelessly mussed, my makeup - what's left of it - smeared. After brushing my teeth, I head into the tub, in dire need of a shower. I adjust the temperature of the water and step in, letting out a sigh as it runs over my body. I shampoo my hair, then soap up my shower puff, and begin to wash. As I rinse off the lather, the bubbles run down my skin lightly, feeling like feathery touches.

The way it feels gives me a shiver of delight, and a little smile crosses my face. I take the hand held shower head off of its base, and prop up my right leg on the edge of the tub. The spray is currently light, like a soft rain, and I know from experience that it will tickle more than it satisfies, and turn the setting to be it and the massager setting, which is a bit too hard. As I put the shower head between my legs, I purr as the pulsing water runs over my clit.

It feels so good…I press myself against the wall of the shower loving the feel of the cold tile against my nipples, contrasting with the warmth between my legs. I take my left breast in my hand, and begin to knead it, rubbing the nipple against the tile, then pinching the puckered little nub until I feel the sting of it shoot down into my pussy. I press my forehead against the shower wall, my eyes tightly closed, and concentrate fully on the amazing sensations my body is feeling.

Lost in my reverie, I don't notice that you’ve come into the bathroom, and are peeking in, watching me get myself off. As I begin to move my hips to get some variation on the spray, your cock is getting hard, and you want to join me, but you force yourself to wait until I come.

My thoughts begin to wander, remembering the night before and how good it felt while you were licking my pussy, and I let out a little moan. I remember the way you squeezed my tits while you ate me out, and I similarly squeeze the one in my hand, relishing the feel of it. I remember your cock inside me, your hands on my body stroking and tickling, your tongue exploring every curve and crevice, and just can’t take it anymore. A wave of pure pleasure starts in my core, and spreads out to every nerve in my body, and I come with a deep, nearly silent shudder.

At that point, you get into the tub with me. You take the shower head from my limp grip and put it back up, and then those touches that I imagined become real. Your hands rest on my hips for a moment, then you run your fingertips up my soft belly until your hands are cupping my breasts, your thumbs rubbing my nipples, your lips leaving a hot trail across my shoulders. My head falls back and I shiver as you kiss my neck. I turn and give you a lusty kiss, pressing myself against you, my cool skin meeting your warmth as I snake my arms around your neck and hold you close.

With a smile I spin us around so you're under the shower head. After getting you nice and wet, I put a little shampoo in my hands and wash your hair, giving your scalp a brisk rub. As you rinse your head I soap up a washcloth, and start running it across your chest and up your neck, then down your arms. Once your torso is clean, I squat down, and begin to wash your legs. I turn you around, and start working my way back up, planting a few kisses and nibbles on your bum. I then stand and run the cloth over your back, then back down to your ass where I run it lightly between your cheeks.

You spread your legs slightly and plant your hands against the shower wall as I begin to wash between your legs, running the cloth against your balls. I spread it flat against my palm, and surround your cock with my hand. The slippery soap and nubby material massage it...lightly at first, then a bit more roughly. I find my pussy start to swell with my own excitement as I feel you grow even harder in my hand. I drop the cloth to the shower floor, and rinse the soap off of you, then turn you back around so that your cock juts against my belly. With a groan I slide down your body and kneel in front of you, and begin running my mouth along your length. After teasing you like this for a few minutes, I feel your fingers on my head, silently asking for more and I'm happy to comply.

I take the head in my mouth, and run my tongue around it, licking and sucking it. Slowly I take more of you in my mouth, pressing my tongue tightly against the underside of your cock as I do so. I know that I'm doing a good job when your knees buckle slightly, and I adjust you so that you're leaning against the shower wall. I prop myself on the edge of the tub, and move my mouth down to your balls, sucking one than the other. I cup your cheeks in my hands as I take you back into my mouth, tickling along your ass crack, and you buck slightly against me. As I apply more suction, you begin to fuck my mouth. I feel your cock swell, and squeeze the base of it with my fingers, and remove my mouth to catch my breath. I’m not ready to let you come just yet.

I turn off the water, and shoo you out of the tub. Taking a towel, I dry you off, then myself. As I'm drying my back, you grab the towel and pull me against you for a hot kiss. Dropping the towel, we lean against the vanity. As our arms go around each other, I feel your tongue against my lips, and open my mouth to you. As our tongues spar, your fingers work their way between my legs to my dripping pussy, and I groan as they make contact with my clit. As you continue to manipulate my hard nub, you move your mouth to my neck, nibbling and licking, then work your way down to my breasts, alternately sucking on one then the other. You urge me silently up onto the vanity, and work your way down to my sopping pussy, and as your mouth makes contact I cry out. After a few minutes of you working your tongue inside me, around me, nibbling on my lips and clit, I clutch at your shoulders, and pull you up.

As our mouths connect once more, I lick your lips, tasting myself on them, my juices coating your chin. I slide off the vanity, and stand alongside it, bending over slightly as I brace myself with one hand on it, the other on the door jamb. You take your place behind me, and enter me slowly...both of us watching raptly in the mirror as you do so. Your hands grab my hips, and with one quick thrust, you bury yourself inside me. We both stand there a moment, gasping, enjoying the sight of the two of us joined together. Then I back up against you, urging you move inside me. You do so with an agonizing slowness, pulling out until just the head of your cock is inside me, then slowly moving back inside. I remove my hand from the vanity, and tweak my nipple, thrusting back against you, trying to get you to move faster.

Finally the teasing gets the best of the both of us, and you begin to move more quickly inside me, your hands grabbing my hips tightly. After a few minutes of this delightful friction I come with a yelp, clutching you tight inside me, and as I feel you swell, I tell you how much I want you to come for me. I push back hard against you, squeezing my pussy as tight around you as I can. Finally with a guttural moan I feel you release your hot cum inside me, and that triggers another small orgasm, and we finish together breathlessly.

I grab the washcloth from the tub floor, and clean us up a bit with it. You kiss me, then go off to order some breakfast while I finish getting ready. Yes, this vacation was just what we needed, and I’m looking forward to a lot more loving before it’s through.

The Incubus

It started with the dreams.  They’d wake me in the middle of the night in a state of arousal that was almost unbearable.  They seemed so real…like there were hands and mouths all over me, all at once.  Stroking, licking, and probing everywhere… I’d wake up with wetness slicking my thighs, my nipples painfully erect and swollen, gasping for breath.

I’d furiously get myself off, sobbing in relief as powerful orgasms racked my body.  Trust me; my vibrator was getting quite a workout.  Once I finished and began to doze off, I could feel the hands that had aroused me calmly stroking my body, kneading out the tension, and I would fall into a deep and restful sleep and wake up in the morning happy and refreshed.

Thankfully during the day, my job kept me busy enough that I could keep my mind on the tasks at hand, but once I got home, my thoughts would stray and I’d keep checking the clock, anxious for bedtime to arrive.  I didn’t understand what was happening, and yet I didn’t question it either.  It just…well, it just felt so good.  What I was feeling was the most pleasurable experience I’d ever had, and I honestly didn’t want it to end.

And then the dreams changed, and I began to catch glimpses of my secret lover.  A red-hued eye, a chest that looked like it was chiseled out of black granite.  A soft and silky cock rubbing against my thigh…but when I’d reach out for him, he’d disappear, and I’d wake up unhappy and frustrated.  I knew what I was dealing with wasn’t human, but I didn’t care what he was.  I just knew I wanted him to ravage me, and turn me into a quivering, incoherent mess.

One night I went to bed, and settled in with a favorite book of erotica, and fantasized about my mysterious lover doing to me what the hero of the book was doing to his conquest.  My hand strayed down between my legs, and my fingers easily found my clit.  I paused long enough to put the book aside and remove my panties, and then I resumed pleasuring myself.  My body undulated as I imagined my dark lover thrusting his cock inside me.  I slipped my arm out of one of the straps of my nightgown to bare my breast, and began to pinch my nipple with my other hand, sending shooting sensations of pleasure and pain straight to my core.

Just as I was about to climax, my eyes fluttered opened and darted over to the corner of the room.  There he was, watching me.  I took him in…the sensuously curved horns, the achingly beautiful face with the soft ruby eyes and sly smile.  He had strong arms crossed over a well muscled torso that faded to softly furred thighs, and ended in shiny hooves.  And his cock…it was like a column of obsidian jutting proudly from between his legs, with large heavy balls hanging below it.

He was dark and strange, but so beautiful.  As if in a trance, I slid out from under the covers and turned my body towards him, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs in a lewd invitation.  Without a word he came to me, and I gazed at him longingly as he grasped my legs and pulled me towards him.

His lips met mine, and it was like a shockwave through my system.  They traveled down my body and he circled my nipple with his rough tongue eliciting a cry from me.  He slipped my nightgown off my shoulders, and I raised my hips so he could slide it off of me.  He peppered kisses down my belly, and then dipped his head between my legs.

He  proceeded to pleasure me with that amazing tongue… exploring my pussy or sucking and licking on my clit.  I found his horns made a great place to rest my hands, and helped me to move him right where I wanted him.  Not that he needed any help…he seemed to know instinctively where I wanted him, and how much pressure to apply.  Instead, I found I was using them to hold on for dear life as he brought me to an amazing climax.

He lifted his head and smiled.  My juices shone on his chin and the small goatee he sported.  I reached for him, desperate to suck his beautiful cock.  He stood, and I scrambled off of the bed and onto my knees, and took it into my mouth.  In old books that I’d read, they said the devil’s penis was spiky and cold, but that wasn’t true with my demon.  His was smooth, and hotter than normal.  The pre-come that leaked from the tip was sweet like honey, instead of the salty semen of a human male.  This combination made it just irresistible, and I sucked on it ravenously, wrapping my arms around his legs, and gripping his ass.  The fur on his thighs tickled my nipples, and the combination of all these things made me just crazy.

His cock was huge, but I did the best I could to take him all the way down my throat.  He let out a low rumble – the only noise he’d made up to that point – and it spurred me on, happy that I was pleasuring him as much as he had pleasured me.  I felt his cock throb, and he tried to push me away, but I held on determined to make him come.

He gave in, and put his hands on the sides of my head, and began to fuck my mouth.  I hummed with pleasure, and the vibrations in my throat finally did him in.  With a growl he spilled his seed, and I swallowed every drop of that sweet nectar.  When he was finished, I finally let him go, and sat back on my heels and wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

He reached down for me, and helped me to stand.  He lowered his lips to mine, and we kissed a while, exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming over each other’s bodies.  I was in an absolute delirium of lust.  Never had any man gotten me into such a state of arousal as this amazing creature had.  I let out a whimper, and he looked at me questioningly.

“Please”, I whispered, “please fuck me.  I need you, want you, crave you.  I have to feel you inside me.”

He smiled, and lifted me up in his arms, and with one swift movement, he impaled me on his cock.  I was wet, open, and more than ready, but I still wasn’t fully prepared for this invasion.  It stretched me wide, and there was a sharp pain mixed with the pleasure which caused me to gasp.  But he didn’t stop, and I honestly didn’t want him to.  He turned and forced me up against the wall, and began to buck his hips, driving that monster dick relentlessly into me.

The rough brick scratched up my back, and I begged him to move us back to the bed.  He lifted me off of him, and placed me on my hands and knees on the mattress, and knelt behind me.

“Oh yessss…” I hissed, “Fuck me from behind, my beauty.  Fill me with your cock.”

I started a bit as his fingers dug into my hips, but when the head of that fat cock nestled between my nether lips, I pushed back onto it.  This spurred him into action, and he began to piston inside me.  The friction was intense, and his grip tightened painfully.  But I didn’t care.  He was hitting my g-spot just right, and I was frantic to come again. I clutched at the blanket, and met him thrust for thrust.

Then to my surprise, the sensations from my dreams returned, and there were hands kneading my tits while warm mouths flicked at my nipples...fingers invaded my mouth, and I suckled them desperately, while others spread the globes of my rear, and began to fuck my asshole.  Another mouth attached to my clit, sucking it hard.  All the while my demon continued to plunder my pussy from behind.  The sensations were overwhelming, and when I finally came, it was like my body exploded.  I was wracked with sobs, every nerve in my body jangling.

The contractions that hit my body drove him over the edge as well, and with a roar he released his seed inside me, the warmth of it diffusing through my entire body.  I collapsed onto the bed, and barely noticed when he pulled out of me.

He lay down next to me, and took me into his arms.  I continued to sob against his chest as he soothed me with gentle touches, and whispers in a language I didn’t recognize.  Once I calmed down, he put a hand under my chin, and tilted my head up.  He kissed me gently…on the forehead, my eyelids, the tip of my nose, and finally my mouth. I kissed him back, stroking his smooth cheek with my fingers.

I pulled back, and looked deeply into his eyes and asked, “Will you be back?”

He smiled, and nodded.  Happy and satisfied, my exhaustion finally hit me, and I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, and when I woke in the morning, he was gone.

I never know when he’ll show up, but when he does, I know I’m in for an amazing night.  Is it wrong?  I don’t know.  To be honest, I don’t really think about it.  We’re always happy to see each other, and he never hurts me.  Well, nothing beyond what I want anyway.  There’s no fear, no trepidation, it just is what it is.  And if there’s ever a time that I ask him if he’s coming back and he says no, then I’ll deal with it.  But until then, my dark lover is welcome into my bed, and my body is his for the taking.