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Cindy (MF, work-slut fun)
by Hal (c) 1991 (Nyuk Nyuk)
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Introduction
It is difficult for me to believe, now, that my relationship with
Cindy lasted only slightly over one year. The depth of the mutual
trust we established and the intensity of the relationship feel more
like ten years as I reflect on the events that we shared.
First, let me tell you a little about this girl/woman and how we
became intimately involved in each others lives. Cindy was a member
of the secretarial pool at work and occasionally did some typing and
filing for me. She was 22 years old and quite attractive in a very
innocent way. She dressed very conservatively and it was several
weeks before I began to realize that there was a very exciting body
under those functional business clothes. I learned that she had
married her high school sweetheart just after graduation. He was
apparently a macho jock type who had joined the small town police
department where they lived. They had no children due to their
involvement in their careers and wanted time to get their lives in
order before starting a family.
I also learned that they were active in church activities and seemed
to spend most of their free time home alone or with friends from
school. Some of this information came from others in the office and
some from comments Cindy made herself. In any event, all this
knowledge came to me in casual ways and I made no attempt to learn
more (at least, not for two or three months).
Later, I began to develop a deeper understanding of the real
girl/woman that I doubt anyone other than the two of us has ever
had. I hope she will eventually meet the right person willing to
devote the time and effort to that understanding that I did. But, I
get ahead of myself.
Through our relationship, I learned the meaning of trust and that
love is not a necessary ingredient to a full physical relationship
between two people. At no time while we were together did either of
us feel compelled to utter those "I Love You" words. I also learned
that the key to any sexual relationship is informed consent. I have
never been able to accept any situation that does not recognize this
value. Acceptance of the need for informed consent elliminates from
consideration areas such as child pornography, rape, bestiality and
non consentual B/D and S/M.
Given her background and situation and the fact that I was happily
married, it didn't seem at all likely that we would ever get
together on anything more than a co-worker basis. Nevertheless, I
found myself being more and more drawn to this fascinating person
and sometimes even daydreamed about the potential for a casual
affair. Little did I know that what would happen would become
anything but casual...
CINDY
Chapter 1
It was fairly normal for several of us from the office to drop by a
local watering hole after work every other week or so. I was mildly
surprised when Cindy came in one Friday evening with a couple of the
other secretaries, but figured she just needed a night out like the
rest of us.
There were about ten of us from the office and the girls joined us
in our bitch session about what a rotten week it had been. At first,
they seemed a little ill at ease talking with their managers and
supervisors, but before long (and after a drink or two) everybody
was pretty loose and we all felt comfortable as just so many
"civilians" with something in common.
Without realizing it, Cindy and I gradually became involved in some
fairly serious discussion of our very different life styles and
beliefs. By about 8:00 PM, I felt as if we had been close friends
for years. When I mentioned that feeling, she looked startled and
said she had just had the same thought. Having broken out of our
discussion, we looked around and discovered that we were the only
ones left at our end of the table and the four other people at the
other end were obviously well into their fifth or sixth drinks.
Cindy and I had each had two in about three hours of almost constant
talk. I said that I realy had to get home and she agreed that she
should too. With that, we said goodnight and left.
What I learned about her that evening stayed with me almost
constantly for the next week. She had told me that her husband had
been moved to the evening shift and was at work every night but
Sunday and Monday. She was tired of going home to an empty house and
decided to go out for a drink with the other girls. She implied that
the "small town life" was somehow less than she had planned for
herself but there weren't many opportunities for change. I came to
see that here was a very intelligent lady who, in other
circumstances, could be very much in control of her own destiny both
at work and in her personal life. She had little exposure to other
life styles other than TV, movies and romance novels and couldn't
quite understand what all the commotion was about.
For most of the next week, I had difficulty concentrating on
anything other than Cindy. She had not yet become an obsession, but
almost everything made me think of this new person I had just met.
Our relationship at work changed immediately. It was clear to both
of us that a bond had been established that made us different. There
was nothing overt and other people in the office would have noticed
no change in our behavior. It wasn't a question of "making eyes" or
having little inside jokes but we were suddenly at ease with each
other. Cindy told me later that she knew when we said goodnight at
the bar that something in her life was different and that, whatever
happened, she would never be the same person.
I really don't think either of us expected to become "involved" at
that point. We would become close friends and share thoughts and
ideas but the idea of a physical relationship seemed so impractical
that it remained a mere fantasy. There was absolutely no romantic
feeling on either side. We were both happily married and didn't feel
"Love" for each other but rather freindship and a growing need to
spend time together.
The following Friday, when she casually asked me if I was planning
to stop by the pub after work, I replied that I probably would for a
little while and hoped I would see her there. Later, she came into
my office and seemed just a little unsure of herself. I can assure
you that was the last time I ever saw Cindy unsure of herself. She
said she had been thinking about whether we might go someplace else
to talk as the rest of the crowd tended to be a little loud and
rowdy. She also admitted to me later that she didn't want the others
to see us together outside work in the event something might get
started. This lady had a brain and could understand the concept of
planning for contingencies (a skill that would prove to be vital at
several points during our relationship).
CINDY
Chapter 2
We met at a park in a small town nearby where very few of our fellow
employees lived. She picked the place. When I sat next to her on the
bench which was partially hidden by some shrubs (she picked the
bench as she had arrived first) we were almost immediately touching.
It was just touching hands, arms and occasionally knees, but,
somehow, it seemed incredibly intimate. We talked about half an hour
on subjects we had touched on the previous week and it was as though
the conversation had only been interrupted for a few minutes.
Suddenly, we were both silent and looking at each other. Not just
eye contact but visually exploring each other completely as if to
learn all there was to learn in a moment.
The kiss just happened. It was soft and gentle like two old friends
who had been apart a long time but at the same time it was
explicitly sexual. We both knew, without a word, that we would make
love and continue the exploration in much greater depth. Neither
Cindy nor I had any inkling how deep it would become but there was
no question it would happen. As our eyes locked, my hand gently
found her breast and hers rested high on my thigh where she could
undoubtably feel the beginnings of a major errection. We never
looked away to see that we were not being observed but sat slowly
moving our fingers for four or five minutes. I had the intense
pleasure of feeling her nipple stiffening beneath her blouse and bra
as my errection grew to full hardness and I could feel the blood
pounding in an attempt to increase its firmness still more.
We would learn to excercise more discretion, but this event had
taken us (at least partially) by surprise. Slowly, Cindy's eyes
closed and her head drifted back in the general direction of the
bench's backrest. It was too low for her to rest her head so she
stopped with her face at about a fourty-five degree angle and her
mouth slightly open. As we delved deeper into our mutual wants and
needs, this would become one of her favorite postures, but for now,
it was absolute relaxation and a tuning out of the world. It occured
to me (finally) that there may be other eyes in the park and I
glanced slowly around my field of vision without moving my head. In
fact, there were two children swinging about fifty yards away just
around the edge of the shrubs. Their mothers (I assumed) were
sitting on a bench with a more direct view of ours but they seemed
to be in deep discussion and gave no appearance of having noticed us
at all. I watched for a moment to see if they were sneeking peeks
and occasionally thought one or the other would let her eyes drift
in our direction but I couldn't be sure.
Looking back, this is probably where a very special part of our
relationship actually began. It would be some time before we
developed this part of ourselves fully, but at that moment, I knew
that I was to be Cindy's MASTER.
For those who have never experienced this kind of feeling between
two people (far too many, I think), it must be difficult to
understand how or why a woman could want to give some part of
herself completely to another or how or why a man can gain something
of value from being the dominant partner in such a relationship.
First, let me say that both partners must have sufficient mental
capacity to understand the difference between fantasy and reality.
More importantly, they must be able to remain in control and
rational under some very heavy emotional and pshchological pressure.
I feel that B/D and S/M get a very bad name mostly due to people who
lack the above qualities. They allow events to get beyond the scope
of safety and informed consent and aren't able or willing to get the
situation back within bounds or end it. They are also often lazy.
Cindy and I realized that there was an element of risk in some of
our activities together and took the time and trouble to do our
homework and plan our relationship so that safety and consent were
never forgotten.
To the point of why people can feel the need for this lifestyle, I
will first paraphrase what Cindy told me toward the end of our time
together. "I felt totally controlled by my environment. I knew what
was expected of me by my husband, my family and friends, my
community, my church and my job. There never seemed to be a time
when I could exercise my free will and do just what I wanted to do.
I had a deep feeling that there was more involved in sex than
fucking with him on top and fucking with me on top, but I also knew
that I would never learn about it because it "wasn't right" and
'normal people don't do that'. When we first met, I saw it as the
one chance I might get to learn what it was all about with someone
who didn't have all the hang ups of a small town upbringing. I loved
my husband and wanted to stay married to him and eventually raise a
family but I needed the other life at least for a while. Since I was
so innocent in such things, it was quite natural that I wanted you
to take the lead and "teach me". I think it also allowed the "moral"
side of me to deny responsibility but thank goodness I grew out of
that and learned that it was what I wanted too. When we met, I'm not
sure I had ever used the word "fuck" in the presence of another
person but I had certainly thought it enough. Now, I am free to use
it or not use it as I feel appropriate. The key to my decision to
follow my MASTER was the sure knowledge that he cared deeply for me
and what I would get out of the relationship and that he would not
allow anything to happen that could cause physical or emotional harm
to me. I feel sorry for girls who get into this lifestyle with
someone who is only in it for himself or herself and are badly
scarred.
I guess, from my perspective, the rational was very similar. I
didn't want to endanger a loving marriage either, but I wanted to
try aspects of a sexual relationship that my wife might consider
"kinky" and I did want to be the leader or teacher because I had
knowledge of the many aspects of sex and Cindy clearly did not. We
didn't plan to become dominant and submissive. It happened very
naturally and it seems that we were "doomed" to behave exactly as we
did. Perhaps, there could not have been two people more exactly
compatible for what developed.
CINDY
Chapter 3
I leaned over close to Cindy's ear and said softly, "Don't move at
all, but I think there are two women across the park who are
somewhat interested in us". She started a little bit but didn't move
her hand or head or even open her eyes. More than anything else, I
think my words just brought her rather suddenly back to the real
world. I moved my hand to the top button of her blouse and slowly
released it. Her breathing deepened slightly but other than that she
gave no indication that she knew what I was doing. One by one, the
buttons came open. While the sun was going down, I knew there was
still enough light for the women to see if they wanted to. I didn't
look at them but kept my eyes fixed on Cindy. When the last button
had been released, I whispered, "They're watching". I didn't know or
care if they really were but I think Cindy believed me.
Thus began our first "adventure". I didn't know the term then but I
damn sure knew what we were doing. The idea that others might see
had the blood pounding in my head(s) and it soon became clear that
Cindy was no less arroused by it. I was sure that at this distance,
while the mothers might be able to make out what we were doing, the
children on the swings would see only a couple sitting on a bench,
talking. After gently tugging the bottom of the blouse loose from
her skirt, I moved my hand to the near side of her blouse and slowly
pulled it open toward me. She was wearing a lace bra with no slip so
her flesh above and below the bra stood out as a dark pink beneath
the white cup. I watched for several seconds as her right nipple
stood out through the lace and caught a faint aroma that clearly
told me that this lady was getting wet.
I said in a normal tone of voice, "The other side is up to you". I
had the clear impression that there was no sense of hesitation on
her part but for a moment she didn't move. Later, she told me that
she wanted to savor a thrill that was going up and down her body
like none she had ever before experienced. "It was amost an orgasm,
but different", she told me. I was to learn that Cindy had this kind
of absolute control. She could suspend time to enjoy a feeling or a
thought and then return to the world when she was ready. Ever so
slowly, her left hand went to the edge of her blouse. With her head
still back and her eyes closed, she caught the edge of the material
with her long nails and eased it open. I noticed that as she did so,
the tip of two nails slid across her already distended nipple.
Holding her blouse open, she let out a deep sigh and asked if we
still had an audience. I looked toward the swings and saw the women
and children walking out of the park. I don't know if they noticed
anything or not but they didn't seem to be hurrying. "Yes, they are
looking right at us". I was a little afraid that might brake the
spell but I had to know what she would do. Her only response was to
move her fingertips back to the nipple and begin gently moving them
in small circles. Her other hand was suddenly very active in my lap
as she squeezed and relaxed her grip on me.
"Pinch your nipple for me", I said. Her response was immediate and
intense beyond my wildest expectations. Where I had expected a
rather tentative and gental pinch, she pressed her thumb and
forefinger hard into the material of her bra and brought them
together under obvious pressure. I could see in her face (eyes still
closed) that she was experiencing a combination of pain and pleasure
that was altogether new to her. While she was pinching, I released
her blouse and eased my hand under her skirt, moving it up as I
went. When my fingers were just short of her crotch, I kissed her on
the cheek and said, "That's enough...for now". She slowly
(reluctantly ?) released the pressure and let her hand fall to her
side.
With my free hand, I gently cradled her head and tilted it forward
and toward me. Her eyes remained closed. It was as though there was
already an unspoken understanding that she was to do nothing without
instructions. It was beginning to get darker where we were sitting
and I knew the encounter could not last forever. "Look at me", I
said. The command was firm but very gentle and her eyes slowly
opened. She made no effort to look for our audience but looked only
at my face. They're gone", I said. Still, not a glance. For the
first time in what seemed like hours, she spoke. "I need to come so
bad". I took her hand and moved it to rest over her mound. "I want
you to do it", was my reply.
It was clear to me that this was something with which she was not at
all comfortable. She made no protest, but I could see in her eyes
that she was surprised by my request. She admitted later that she
had masterbated before but couldn't believe I would want her to do
it for my benefit. Finally, she smiled and said, "Only for you".
With that she began working her hand under her pantyhose and pantys
until her fingers had reached their target. "You won't be able to
see anything",she said. I told her there would be plenty of time for
that and she began to move her fingers. "I have a feeling this won't
take long", she moaned and I could tell the orgasm had, in fact,
already begun.
CINDY
Chapter 4
The evening in the park ended after she had come (biting her lip to
keep from crying out) and I had thoroughly cleaned her fingers in my
mouth (what nectar). Somehow, she didn't seem surprised when I
lifted her hand and began to gently lick and suck her very wet
fingers. She admitted to me later, that her husband had once kissed
her pussy before they were married but had never again shown any
interest in cunilingus. I was, she assured me, the first to taste
her nectar. I guess there are all kinds of virginity.
We knew that we had to arrange to be together under more private
surroundings, but that seemed to be almost an impossibility. She was
essentially free most evenings but I was not. Even if I could get
away, small towns are not the easiest places to hide out at a motel.
Wonderful Cindy found a way to resolve the problem in less than a
week. I must admit that in many ways, she was the more resourceful
in terms of time and place while I led the way in activities.
While we were careful to keep our relationship on a friendy/business
bassis at work, we nevertheless found ways to deliver messages
(sometimes coded) that kept up the heat. One such message was in
some typing Cindy returned to me to proof the following Wednesday.
It said, "Behind my purse". When I noticed that she was away from
her desk, I walked by and dropped a piece of paper toward the
wastebasket. Luckily, it missed and when I bent down to retrieve it,
I reached behind her purse to find an envelope. When I got back to
my office, I closed the door (a standard procedure at the office
when one didn't wish to be didturbed) and looked at my "mail". It
said "YOU". I don't remember the exact wording of the note (we were
generally carefull not keep "suveniers" which could cause
complications), but the gist was that Cindy had arranged to care for
the pets of a friend in a neighboring town while they were away. She
gave me the address and said that she would be there from 6:00 to
10:00 that Thursday and Friday night if I could get away. If not,
she said, she thought she might live but her hands would get very
tired. I could hardly believe the change in this girl since we
talked in the bar.
As it turned out, I had a valid reason to be out the next night and
made it to the house at 6:30. She had left the door open slightly
and I slipped in hoping she hadn't given me the wrong address. The
house was in a semi rural area and there was little chance any of
the neighbors saw me arrive. There was a light on in the living room
and she was there on the couch. Did I say she had changed ? She was
wearing a one-piece dress that was mostly open to her naval. She
seemed to have forgotten to wear a bra and (I learned later) in
fact, was wearing nothing but the dress. I stood before her and held
out my hands. She rose and came into my arms in one movement. I
said, "I think I've created a monster". She smiled up at me and
said, "You may be right, but in any case, it's your monster". With
that, we began one of the deepest kisses I have ever experienced in
my life, before or since. Our hands were gently exploring everywhere
and she wasted no time undoing my belt and pants and sliding them to
the floor. By that time, I had discovered the nature of this
particular dress. It was a wrap around held closed by a snap and a
tie. I untied the sash and undid the snap so that I could put my
arms around her waist and pull her to me. My hands were in the small
of her back and she reached behind her to push them down to her
totally uncovered ass. The kiss was never broken and I lifted her by
her very firm butt to better meet my lips and toungh. When we
finally broke the kiss (ten minutes ?) she looked straight into my
eyes and said, "I want you NOW!".
CINDY
Part II
Chapter 5
That first time, we didn't make love. We FUCKED! There is no other way
to describe what we did in that house.
When we broke the long kiss, her dress slid to the floor and she was
totally naked before me. As I began opening my belt and fly in
preparation to removing my pants, she was undoing my tie and shirt.
There was an obvious air of urgency between us and it took very little
time for me to be as naked as she was. I lowered her to the soft carpet
and moved between her wide spread legs. While she looked directly and
steadily into my eyes, Cindy reached down with both hands and cradled my
hard cock. She pulled me toward her and in an instant the head was
against the very wet entrance to her vagina. As I entered her with a
single, sustained thrust, she moved her hands to my ass cheeks to urge
me further into her body.
When my pubic bone was pressing firmly against hers, I stopped for a
moment. Cindy's eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly as she
released a long moan. Then, we began to FUCK. I was moving into and out
of her incredibly tight, wet pussy almost out of control. My only
thoughts were to drive my entire body into this beautiful, willing girl
and to cum. In all honesty, I was giving no consideration to her
reaching orgasm. I probably knew it was happening, but it wasn't one of
my goals. Just to enter her completely and release my seed, was all that
mattered on earth at that moment. Moments like this have occurred on
rare occasions since then, but this was the first time for me. I was as
close as one can get to a rutting animal. Cindy later told me that she
had a very similar reaction to our first coupling. She said that when
she began coming, she didn't know where she was or who she was with but
just that there was a very firm, large cock doing incredible things to
her insides.
Afterward, when we lay together on the floor just holding each other and
easing down from the tremendous intensity of the event, we began to talk
about what had happened. We both knew that this was just the beginning
and that we would grow to know each other as intimately as two people
can. After a while, as I moved my hand softly over her body and massaged
her still damp mound, I began to place soft kisses on her neck, breasts,
stomach and thighs. This brought me to a position to study her lovely
pussy in detail for the first time. I used two fingers to gently open
the outer lips so I could see the butterfly within and the small nub of
her clitoris just barely peeking out from under its hood. I couldn't
resist the urge to kiss her inner lips. When my lips touched her, she
jumped and moved her hands to lift my head. "Don't!", she said. I raised
my eyes to meet hers and said, "Let me be the guide. There is nothing we
can't do if it pleases us." In answer, she lowered her arms to the
carpet beside her, laid back her head and sighed.
I sensed that I had touched on yet another form of virginity in this
child/woman. She had never, in fact, had a tongue inside her outer lips
and it was good that I proceeded slowly with gentle kisses and licks at
first. Gradually, her body began to respond and I was fascinated to
watch her hips start to move in a slow rhythm and her clit begin to
lengthen and emerge from its warm hiding place. Soon, I was between her
legs (spread as wide as she could get them) and forcing my tongue as far
into her as possible, withdrawing occasionally to lick at her inner lips
and clitoris.
When she began to come, I experienced a feeling of complete control over
this wonderful girl. Her hands were on my head imploring me not to quit
what I was doing and she cried out in loud gasps. I played her like a
fine instrument as I began learning how to "fly" her to the greatest
heights. At points, I held my tongue still and watched her movements
change ever so slightly, then I would lick from her ass crack to her
clit and, again there was a subtle change in her response.
I kept her in an orgasmic or quasi orgasmic state for several minutes
before I slowly backed her down to normal. Her breathing was in short,
deep breaths, and for a moment, I wasn't certain she was still
conscious. Then she began to pull me up her body until I was lying over
her looking into her warm, green eyes. I could tell that she could see
her juices all over my face, but she raised her lips to mine for a very
deep kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth and she sucked mine into hers,
getting that liquid all over her face as well. As it turned out, the
feel and taste of her fluids was never a hang up for Cindy. She admitted
that she didn't know why, but it seemed so natural when she was with me.
Chapter 6
That night, we lay and talked for a long time. Cindy agreed that I would
be in control of our activities together and that she would trust me not
to allow her to come to real harm in any way. We didn't know that we
were forming a Master/slave contract, but I have since learned that the
conversation we had, and the agreements we reached were the essence of
mutual understanding which is necessary in a Dominant/submissive
relationship.
I learned a little more about her sexual experience and found that it
was quite limited. Other than missionary position intercourse and some
mutual fondling, she was aware of, but had not experienced cunnilingus
(until tonight, of course), fellatio or "rough sex play" (her term). In
her early teen years, she had masturbated occasionally but didn't find
it very satisfying and had quit by the time she was 16. She admitted
that she had had fantasies about making love with other men and had even
felt a "strange attraction" for one of her close girl friends but had
not acted on any of these impulses until she met me. I determined to
lead Cindy into the great big world of sexual awareness and to explore
with her everything we could think of that might bring us pleasure
without harming ourselves or others. At that point, I accepted
responsibility for her well being and new that she would do what I
wanted her to do in full trust of my judgement. I also knew that what we
did had to be for her benefit as well and would have to meet needs in
her which she didn't even know existed.
Thus, began the most intense relationship either of us had experienced
up to that point. Since it was really a first for both of us, parts of
it may have been the most intense we could ever feel. Again, there are
all kinds of virginity.
Chapter 7
Our next "encounter" happened a few days later. There was a small
storage building at the plant that was used infrequently by our
department and one other. It was always locked, and there were only
three keys. I had one of the keys, one was at the security office
(almost never used) and the other was held by a manager who was out of
town extensively as he was at this particular time.
During the morning, I passed Cindy a note to come to that building at
11:45. It would be unlocked, and she was to enter and close and lock the
door behind her. I also instructed her to go to the ladies room, before
she came to the storage building, and remove her bra and panties. After
she had gotten (and destroyed) the note, she gave me a questioning look
but also a barely perceptible nod.
I was waiting when she entered at 11:50 and asked if she had done as I
had "requested". She said, "Yes, but... I'm wearing pantyhose." I asked
if she had stockings and garters and she replied that she did for her
more formal clothes, but didn't regularly wear them. I told Cindy
firmly, but not forcefully, that she should begin wearing them to work
on occasion and at any time we were to meet outside work. She told me
that she would do that and since her husband didn't pay that much
attention to how she dressed, he probably wouldn't notice if she wore
stockings most of the time.
I told her that she was five minutes late and I hoped she would
understand that such behavior would require punishment. She started to
protest or explain, but stopped and lowered her eyes. "OK". She didn't
ask what kind of punishment I had in mind, but it was clear that she was
thinking about what it might be.
I had her remove her pantyhose and hold her skirt up so I could see her
beautiful pubic area. Her hair was light brown but seemed a little
darker at her triangle. Her lower lips were slightly puffy but she
wasn't yet highly aroused. "Turn around.", I said softly, and she
complied. Her back was now toward me but she continued to hold up her
skirt in the front. I moved to her and slowly raised her skirt in the
rear to reveal what may well be one of the greatest asses in the Western
World. "Bend over and hold your ankles.", again, softly. I noticed a
slight hesitation, but then she released her skirt and slid her hands
down her legs to grasp the bottom of her calves. I began to gently
massage the cheeks of her bottom and she began breathing heavier but
didn't utter a sound. My fingers occasionally drifted into the crack,
but I was careful not to touch her rosebud just yet. There was plenty of
time for everything, I knew.
When I noticed that her outer lips were beginning to puff up larger, I
had her stand and face me. Cindy's eyes were slightly glassy and, while
she was looking at me, I had the feeling that she was not really seeing
anything in the room. I opened the buttons of her blouse and saw two
very erect nipples on the ends of her perfectly formed breasts. "Show me
how you like them squeezed.", I whispered. Her hands came up at once and
she began to kneed the flesh of her breasts and brush her fingers over
the distended tips. After a few moments, she began to lightly pinch her
left nipple as she continued to move her other hand around her right
breast. "Pinch them both.", I told her. She looked directly into my eyes
and said, "I want you to do it." Here was something I did not have the
will to deny her. My thumbs and forefingers found her nipples ready for
some serious manipulation. When I squeezed (gently, at first) the ends
protruded about an eighth of an inch beyond my digits, so I estimated
their length at about one half inch. I later determined that, fully
distended, they were actually three eighths of an inch so I may have
been using a little more pressure than I thought. I began squeezing and
releasing and noticed Cindy's eyes half close as a small moan escaped
her throat.
I wanted to see if more pressure would increase her arousal or cause her
to resist and also to get some idea of her reaction to pain/pleasure. As
I increased the pressure, her eyes closed further and at a specific
point, her arms tensed. When I relaxed my squeezing, her arms relaxed as
well. Finally, I continued to increase pressure after her arm muscles
had tightened. When Cindy threw back her head and cried out, "Ohhhh,
Yesss", I wasn't squeezing as hard as I could, but my thumbs and fingers
were beginning to ache from the constant exertion. After a few more
seconds, I released my grip and said, "Kneel down and open my pants."
Before she could lower herself to the floor, I reached down and pressed
two fingers into her vagina. She was extremely wet and my fingers easily
slid in all the way. I curled them upward to press on her G-spot and was
rewarded with a groan and a shudder. I removed my fingers, offered them
to her mouth and she licked and sucked them until I pulled them away and
said, "OK, Now." I soon learned that Cindy had a "break point". While
she would hesitate and question my instructions early in an encounter,
she soon reached the state where she obeyed without the slightest delay
and would do anything I asked of her. In a quieter moment, she reminded
me of my responsibility to protect her once she was beyond the "break
point". "From that point on, I have no power or desire to resist. You
must always be in control because I can't be. If you ask me to do
something dangerous, I will, without hesitation, so I trust you and rely
on you to keep me from real harm when I'm in that state." It was a power
and a responsibility that I never forgot during our time together,
although there was one instance where I almost did.
When Cindy was on her knees, she started to unfasten my belt and lower
my zipper at the same time. She was clearly in a hurry to have me
exposed before her. Later, she told me, "In our first time, at the
house, I had been too carried away to really look at your cock. I knew
it by feel and general appearance, but wasn't aware of any details of
it's size, shape or texture. In the back of my mind, I knew what was
about to happen and I guess I was a little frightened of this new
experience, but more than anything I wanted to see and touch you and get
to know a part of you that was becoming increasingly important in my
life. Looking back, I was as ready as I could ever be to take you into
my mouth, but at the time, I tried to pretend that I didn't know that's
what I was going to do."
When she had freed me and lowered my clothes to the floor, she began to
run both her hands over and around my penis and balls, while she looked
with fascination at this new instrument of pleasure. I waited a few
minutes to see what she would do and to savor the wonderful feeling she
was giving me. After a while, she brought her head forward and pressed
my cock against her cheek. The head was resting in her ear and she
slowly moved her head to rub against it. At one point, I almost laughed
when I realized that it looked like I was fucking her ear.
Finally, I said very quietly, "I want you to put it in your mouth."
Cindy moved her head back and looked up at me with the most innocent
eyes in the world. I saw that look many times again, but that time is
etched in my mind forever. Her eyes and a barely detectable smile told
me, "I don't know about these things, but I'm yours to do with as you
please. Teach me to enjoy everything our bodies and minds can give each
other." Then, she opened her mouth wide and, still looking into my eyes,
moved forward to take about half my length into her mouth before closing
her lips around me. For several seconds, she didn't move at all, but
then I began to feel her tongue exploring the underside of my shaft. It
is an understatement to say that this child/woman was the most natural
cocksucker in the world. I don't think I ever had to give her any
instructions on what to do or when to do it. On her own, she began to
move back and forth (still looking at my eyes) and fuck me with her
mouth. Let me repeat what Cindy later told me about this experience.
"From the moment you said, 'I want you to put it in your mouth.', I knew
that was what I wanted. What had been in the back of my mind suddenly
became the only thing I could think of. Since I had never done this
before, I wanted to watch your face and see your reactions to be sure I
wasn't doing anything wrong. In less than a minute (it could have been
an hour or a day for all I knew) I was sure that I had an "instinct" for
what I was doing. I imagined that my mouth was my vagina and I was going
to make love to you rather than the other way around. I wanted all of
you from the first moment. I wanted to have my lips pressed against your
pubic bone and feel your balls brushing my chin. That would mean that
you were completely inside me. Each time I moved down your shaft, I
tried to take a little more of you into my mouth. I used my tongue to
feel your size (large) and texture (hard, but still soft with ridges and
grooves everywhere). Suddenly, I felt the head of your cock touch the
entrance to my throat and I gagged slightly. While the feeling was
unpleasant, what bothered me more was that I opened my eyes and saw that
I was still at least two inches short of my goal. On the next
downstroke, I went slower, but still gagged when you touched bottom. I
resigned myself to the fact that my desire could not be fulfilled
(little did I know) and proceeded to try to make you come. That's when I
realized that my mouth was not my vagina but my MOUTH. Was I really
going to let you (make you) release your sperm into my mouth? What was I
going to do then? Who was this woman who was doing such a "dirty" thing?
The beginning of your orgasm, wiped out all those thoughts in an
instant. I was a sucking machine, a receptacle for your cum. First, I
felt a twitch along the length of your cock, then, the warmth of the
first spurt as it landed on my tongue. There was no sensation of taste
at first, just that warmth as each spurt came forth and coated the
inside of my mouth. I made no conscious decision to swallow. It was what
was needed since there was no way I was going to remove you from my
mouth (ever!) and I didn't want to loose a drop of your precious
offering. As I sucked and swallowed, I looked up at your face. Your eyes
were closed and you looked like you were in pain. 'That's his problem.',
I thought, I wasn't going to stop."
When I hit the back of Cindy's throat and felt her gag, I was afraid she
would stop. I couldn't blame her, but wanted her to keep fucking me with
her mouth more than anything. When she withdrew and went back down, I
went over the edge. She was going to do it! I saw that there was still
part of me not in her mouth but we could work on that with time. I could
feel her muscles tighten each time she swallowed and that sensation kept
me going longer than usual. It seemed like a long time until I began to
soften (she didn't stop working me with her mouth and tongue) and I had
to put my hands on the sides of her head and pull her away. When my cock
escaped her lips with a soft "plop", she looked up at me and gave me
that innocent look (this time with a genuine big smile) and said,
"WOW!".
I pulled her to her feet and we kissed. I could taste a slight saltiness
on her tongue and new it was what was left of my cum, but I just had to
explore her mouth. I stepped back and pulled my clothes back up and
fastened them. "As your punishment for being late, I am not going to
make you come, today. You may do it yourself in the ladies room if you
want, but you must learn to follow my instructions. In addition, I don't
want you to put your bra, panties or pantyhose back on until you are
ready to go home at the end of the day." Cindy's legs were smooth as
silk and I didn't think it was likely anyone would notice that they were
uncovered. Besides, she spent most of her time sitting at her desk, so
no one would see that she wasn't wearing panties either. The blouse was
a different matter as it was just translucent enough that her nipples
would show through as small brown spots, but "braless" wasn't that
unusual and I decided to let her think about who might be able to tell.
She nodded, buttoned her blouse, picked up her pantyhose and turned to
leave. "One other thing...", I said. "When we meet again, we will begin
to discover new areas of your body and how they can give us pleasure. I
want you to be prepared for anything, so use your imagination and try to
guess what I "might" be planning. Without a sound, she left the
building.
Cindy
Part III
Chapter 8
From that point on, we began to see each other on a regular basis. We
managed to meet once or twice a week except on those rare occasions when
we had to skip a week due to incompatible schedules. It was amazing how
many different places we found (Cindy found most of them) where we could
be together without being recognized. She located four different small
motels within a 45 minute drive that were very remote and where the
owners weren't interested in knowing too much about their guests except
that they paid in cash. We also had three houses or apartments that were
empty a good part of the time and available for our confidential use.
Our next meeting was to be at one of the small motels and I went out
alone at lunch time to prepay the room and pick up the key. I told Cindy
to meet me at a restaurant near the motel so we could have dinner. I
"suggested" that she should dress for dinner in her most feminine
clothing and observe the "rules" I had given her regarding stockings and
garter belt and no bra or panties.
When she entered, I was stunned for a moment. It was certain no one was
going to recognize her because I almost didn't. It was no mousy little
secretary who entered that restaurant. The dress she had chosen for the
evening looked like it had been painted on her naked flesh. It was a
deep green and cut very low in the front and back. The hem stopped about
six inches above her knee and when she sat down, it was clear to me (but
no one else) that she had followed my instructions to the letter. She
wore very sheer stockings which were held up by a black garter belt
which showed just slightly through the dress as she walked.
The biggest change was her makeup. It was obvious that she had spent
quite a bit of time getting just the right look. Her appearance was very
much that of a high class call girl. There was nothing cheap or hard
about it but the makeup was complete. Her cheeks glowed with just the
right touch of ruge and her eyes were shadowed in a pale green that
seemed made for her dress. But the thing that got me the most was her
lipstick. In the past, she had worn very little makeup of any kind
except for a light coat of "neutral" red on her lips. Tonight, however,
her lips were a very bright pink and they appeared to be wet all the
time, shining in the low light of the restaurant.
She was certainly noticed as she came to the table. Every male eye in
the place followed her footsteps across the room. Every female eye in
the placed positively glared at this bombshell who made each woman there
feel positively inferior. I rose as she approached and extended my hand.
She took it and came directly up against me to give me a very hard kiss
probing my mouth with her tongue. When we had seated ourselves and most
of the other diners had returned to their meals, I noticed that she was
trembling slightly. "What's wrong ?", I asked. She lowered her eyes and
said, "I wasn't sure I would have the nerve to do it, but I really
wanted to surprise you and when I saw that there were no familiar faces
here, I made up my mind to be your "whore" this evening. I don't really
know what a whore does, but that's what I'm going to be, tonight."
I told her that I was very pleased and to make sure that it was not just
our little secret, she should make every effort during dinner to let the
waiter get an occasional "accidental" glimpse of her breasts and the
tops of her thighs. I saw her shiver again and shift a little in her
chair to allow the skirt to creep up to her stocking tops.
When the waiter brought the wine I had already ordered, he seemed to be
a little nervous. Before Cindy had arrived, he was very confident and
had that slightly condescending attitude some very good waiters adopt
with new customers. Now, he was clearly at a disadvantage since I had
Cindy and he could offer only food and drink. Throughout the meal, she
did a terrific job of driving the poor guy up the wall with glimpses of
her garters and cleavage. As we were waiting for dessert, I leaned over
to her and said, "I think it's getting a little "hard" for him to serve
us properly. When you see him looking at you from his station across the
room, I want you to play with your nipple a little bit and let him know
you know he's watching."
Cindy was reluctant to be quite so blatant and said so. I looked her
straight in the eye and said, "My whores always do what I ask." She
nodded and shivered again. When the time came, I saw her left hand come
up to her right breast and brush lightly against the nipple which was
already protruding slightly. She took her eyes off the waiter and looked
at me. I mouthed the word, "more", and she started to tease it with her
thumb and forefinger. I enjoyed watching it harden even further, then
turned my head to see the waiter with his eyes glued to Cindy and his
mouth slightly open as if he were in a trance. After a few seconds, he
saw me and turned to get our desserts. "When he gets here, look at the
front of his pants and let him know you're looking.", I said. She did as
I had instructed and saw that he was, indeed, firm beneath his zipper
and obviously uncomfortable.
Chapter 9
After dinner, we left together and I handed Cindy the key and told her
to go to the room and wait for me. I made a small detour to make a
purchase that I hadn't had time for earlier and arrived at the room a
few minutes after she did.
When I entered, she smiled and handed me a glass of the sparkling
Burgundy I had left in the room to chill. "That was very exciting, but I
was a little scared, especially when you asked me to touch my breast." I
locked the door and took the glass from her hand. "Lie down on the
bed.", I ordered. It was a firm instruction but not quite a command.
When she was on the bed, I took her glass and gave her little sips while
I massaged her breasts through her dress. Before long, she stopped
taking the wine and began moaning softly as I worked on her aroused
nipples. I put the glass on the night table and used my now free hand to
reach up under her dress and explore her very wet pussy. The kinky hair
was moist to the touch and when I placed my finger between the lips,
they were so wet that it slid into her easily. She lifted her hips and
reached down to pull the dress up to her stomach so I could have better
access. Then she reached with one hand to begin rubbing my erection
through my pants.
I stopped my ministrations and began to remove my clothes. Cindy sat up
and started to unfasten her dress in the back but I said, "No. Stay as
you are for now." She said, "OK" and laid back down watching me undress
until I was completely nude by the side of the bed. "Put your head over
the side of the bed.", I instructed. She looked a little puzzled, but
turned so that her head was off the bed toward me and her legs were
across the bed away from me. She watched me (upside down) as I moved to
place my cock directly over her face. She lifted her mouth to lick the
end and reached with both hands to pull me toward her lips. I took hold
of her hands and led them down her sides until they rested on her mound.
I said, "You just worry about keeping that end happy, I'll take care of
this end. When you sucked me last time, I had the feeling you were
trying to get it all in, but couldn't without gagging. While I'm not
complaining about how you did, we're going to try a different position
to see if it helps you get what we both want."
There was a very real hunger in her eyes as her fingers began to toy
with her pubic hair and massage the puffy lips I could see clearly from
my ideal vantage point. Without instructions from me, she tilted her
head down as far as it would go and opened her mouth wide. It was all I
could do to keep from coming just from the scene before my eyes and I
had to wait a few minutes or I would loose it as soon as I entered that
hungry, waiting mouth. I leaned forward and lowered my balls until they
rested on her mouth and chin. At the same time, I reached into the top
of her dress and began to pinch her distended nipples. She didn't seem
to have any idea what I expected of her and I was concerned that she
might not be aware of the extreme sensitivity of that area of my body so
I offered some guidance, "Lick and suck them very gently. I want to feel
them in your mouth but go easy so you don't hurt them." While I find
this activity extremely pleasurable, it isn't generally orgasmic, so I
thought it would buy me some time to get myself under control for the
real mission I had in mind at the moment.
Cindy began following my instructions very tentatively. She reached out
her tongue to cradle first one, then the other for a few seconds. Soon,
she began to alternate her licking with gentle nips with her teeth.
Then, she suddenly opened her mouth and took one in entirely. She closed
her lips around it and began a soft sucking I had never felt before.
When she released it, she went immediately to the other one and repeated
this excruciatingly intense procedure. Next, she brought her hands up to
contain my balls and cock and, without removing the one in her mouth,
gently maneuvered the second one inside and renewed the gentle sucking
action. I had clearly miscalculated as the stirring in my groin was
trying to tell me. If I didn't stop her fast, this was going to be an
orgasmic experience after all and spoil (or at least delay) my other
plans.
I reached down and slowly removed myself from that incredibly warm,
moist cavern and stepped back to look down at this angel before me. I
knelt down and kissed her on the mouth and allowed our tongues to do
battle for a few seconds. "Hold that thought.", I said, and stood up to
move the top of her dress down her arms until her breasts were fully
exposed. This somewhat pinned her arms at her sides and I placed her
hands back on her pussy and encouraged her to try to have an orgasm as I
played with and kissed and licked her wondrous boobs. In less than a
minute, she had reached her first "real" orgasm of the evening and I sat
beside her and stroked her while we both calmed down a little.
Chapter 10
When I felt she was ready, I returned to stand over her head and said,
"Now, where were we?" She smiled up at me and said, "I think we were
going to try something new." She reached up to take hold of me and
guided my erection to her lips. Pausing to kiss the end several times,
she opened her mouth wide and took it in as far as she could and began
that gentle suction that drove me mad. I began a slow in and out motion
and told her to tilt her head all the way back so her throat would be as
straight as possible. I tried to make each forward thrust just slightly
deeper and soon began to touch the back of her throat. On one of my
forward motions, I stopped, just touching the entrance, and waited a
moment. Then, I began to push in further. When I felt the beginning of a
gag reflex, I would stop and withdraw slightly, then enter again a
little deeper. I kept asking her if she wanted me to stop and she would
moan and shake her head emphatically "no".
Without warning, she swallowed just as I had entered deeply, and I felt
my cock go into her throat. I kept moving forward and almost instantly
felt her nose touching my balls. She groaned and I felt the groan as a
strong vibration, even before I heard it. I withdrew all the way out of
her mouth against her protests and asked if I she needed a break. There
was fire in her eyes as she said, "If you stop now, I'll kill you!"
I reentered her hot, wet mouth and began moving into and out of her
throat. There was no sign that Cindy was having any difficulty taking
all of me, but I realized that she could only breathe when I wasn't all
the way in. When I knew I was about to explode, I entered fully and
stopped. As I came, I could feel her swallowing as though she were
milking me with the muscles of her throat. I pulled back to allow her to
breathe and she continued to suck until I was completely soft. Only
then, did I remove my cock from her mouth.
I lifted Cindy back onto the bed and lay down next to her, holding her
in my arms. When we kissed deeply, I could taste my semen in her mouth
and sensed that she was extremely aroused. My hands began to wander all
over her body and I clasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled her tightly
against me.
Cindy
Part IV
Chapter 11
My hands were moving over Cindy's firm butt as we kissed, and I allowed
my fingers to enter the crack on occasion. After awhile, I held one
cheek over with one hand as I allowed the other to brush against her
rosebud. She broke the kiss and looked at me in a questioning way. "What
are you doing?, she asked. I kissed her lightly on the chin and said, "I
told you we were going to try new things and you should let me guide
you. Do you want to change that arrangement? She hesitated for a moment,
then said, very softly, "No."
"Get on your hands and knees.", I instructed. She did as she was told,
and pulled a pillow under her head. I gently pushed her head down to the
pillow to raise her ass as high as possible. I moved around behind her
and began to explore her vagina with, first one, then two fingers. She
was very wet and I had no trouble getting my fingers into her. As I was
massaging her cunt and clit, I leaned forward and licked the crack of
her ass several times. When I was sure she was comfortable and ready for
what was going to happen, I reached over to the night stand and removed
the tube of K-Y jelly I had purchased on the way to the motel from it's
paper bag. I opened the cap and applied a copious amount of the
lubricant to my fingers.
When I applied the K-Y to her anus, she jumped slightly and grunted into
the pillow. I then placed the tip of my index finger on her anus and
began to wiggle it very slowly. As I massaged her entrance, it began to
relax just enough for me to insert my finger to the first knuckle. I
encountered resistance and knew I was at the sphincter, so I used my
free hand to return to exploration of her vagina. In a few minutes, she
was moving her hips in time to my probing of her cunt and I applied
gentle pressure to the finger in her rear. Slowly, it entered to the
second knuckle and I could feel her muscles squeezing hard around it. I
spoke softly to her, saying, "Just relax, and let it happen." I felt her
relax the squeezing and I continued until my whole finger was inside.
I held that finger still as I continued to play with her clit and lips
and, soon, she was moving her hips again. I allowed her own motions to
make my finger move around inside her, and I could tell she was
beginning to enjoy this strange new feeling. Next, I began to slowly
withdraw and insert my finger. When I pulled almost all the way out, her
bottom would move back as though it were trying to keep me from leaving
and she started to moan with each deep thrust I made. I kept up this
activity until I sensed that she was relaxed enough to accept something
larger. I removed my index finger and coated my thumb with the K-Y.
My thumb entered quite easily and I noticed that liquid was dripping
from her pussy onto my hand and the bed. I moved my thumb around and
explored the sides of her rectum as I continued to move in and out. By
now, she was groaning almost continuously and I had to lean against her
legs to keep her from thrashing around so much, that I would lose what I
had gained.
Needless to say, I was now quite hard again, and I leaned up to whisper
in her ear, "Are you ready?" "Yes, please, do it!" I needed no further
encouragement, and pushed her down until she was lying on the bed. I
moved behind her and used both hands to open her cheeks. When I could
see my target clearly, I came forward and rested the head against her
anus. With my right hand, I guided myself into her and pressed slightly
until I felt the resistance of her sphincter. "You're going to have to
relax completely.", I said. She raised her head from the pillow and
answered, "I can't relax! I want it so bad. Please, do it!". Holding her
cheeks apart, I renewed my forward progress and felt her yield as she
let out a loud groan. It didn't sound like pain, but I stopped to make
sure. "Are you OK?". "Mmmmm..., just go slow." she said.
I did as she asked, moving slowly in and out with only the first two or
three inches of my member. I couldn't believe how incredibly tight she
was and how her muscles seemed to grip at me. Gradually, I began to
increase the depth of each penetration. Cindy was pulling the pillow
against her face and groaning, grunting and moaning almost constantly.
Before long, it was clear that she was into this more than I could have
hoped and she pushed back to encourage me to enter her even more deeply.
At long last, I was entering her completely with each thrust and I knew
I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I held her by the hips and
fucked her beautiful ass for all I was worth. When I came, she let out a
yell and raised her head all the way back to look over her shoulder into
my eyes. "I can feel it coming in there!", she said, and began to come,
herself.
My orgasm was as intense as any I had ever felt. It almost hurt! And, it
seemed to last forever. It was clear by Cindy's sounds and motions that
hers was very intense too. After I had gone completely limp in her soft,
warm bottom, I withdrew very slowly. My arms were aching from supporting
my weight over her and I lay down beside her. Her breathing was very
deep and I thought she was asleep but then, she turned to face me and
kissed me deeply. Without a word, she moved down and began kissing and
licking my softened cock. This lady was full of surprises. I had just
removed my totally satiated cock from her ass, and here she was making
love to it with her mouth as though we were just beginning.
I pulled her back up to lay beside me and we cuddled and kissed like two
teenagers.
Chapter 12
It was getting late, and as we lay there I reviewed in my mind the
progress we had made in a few short weeks. She had accepted me gladly
and completely into each of the openings of her body and seemed willing
to try anything I suggested. She was prepared to act like a total slut
to please me (and herself as well, I was sure), and she seemed to be
blossoming like a beautiful flower. Her nature had changed dramatically
at the office (not at home, I hoped) and she seemed much more confident
in herself than before we started seeing each other. It was as though
she had needed to free herself from something that was keeping her from
being what she wanted to be. By agreeing to be my slave, she was
escaping from a much more insidious slavery in her life and I was
determined to help her go as far as she wanted to go. Looking back, I
think that was the core of our relationship. I was technically in
command of our activities, but it was always directed at leading her to
a fuller understanding of herself and I came to learn that I was really
reacting to her more than initiating new explorations.
After a long while, I said to Cindy, "It's getting late, but I need to
have you one more time before we go. Her smile spoke volumes and she
lowered her eyes and replied, "Yes, Master". I lay her on her back and
told her to relax and enjoy the sensations she was going to feel. Her
eyes closed and she lowered her hands to her sides. My hand went to her
soft pubic hair and played for a few minutes in the damp strands before
I began to softly stroke the lips of her pussy. Eventually, I inserted
my middle and ring fingers into her body and began a detailed
exploration of the ridges and folds I found there. I curled my fingers
upward to search for her G-spot and was rewarded with a copious flow of
juices and a moan when I found it and began a massage. Soon, my ring
finger joined its two mates and I continued to work the roof of her
vagina for some time. She was not only very wet, but slowly expanding to
accommodate the extra volume my fingers presented.
The little finger joined the other three very easily and I began to work
my way deeper into this wonderful cavern until my fingers began to
stroke her hard cervix with each insertion. I was careful to avoid her
clitoris as I wanted this to be a purely vaginal experience. It was
obvious that she was in no discomfort and her hands were gently kneading
her breasts as she moaned with pleasure, but the next step might prove
too much for her so I proceeded with caution. I tucked my thumb down
into the palm of my hand and gradually increased the depth of each
thrust into her. It took several minutes before I felt the joint where
my thumb joined my hand move inside her inner lips and before I knew it,
I was feeling her lips close around my wrist. Now, I knew why it was
called "fisting". In order not to press too hard against her cervix, I
had to curl my fingers into my palm as my hand entered her fully and
what was inside her was, literally, my fist.
Cindy was no longer gently kneading her breasts. She was squeezing them
hard and pinching the nipples as she cried out. "Oh God... Yessss."
"Don't stop, please!" I was a little concerned that people in other
rooms might hear her as she was groaning and calling out very loudly,
but there was no way I could deny her the release she so badly needed
right now, and I continued to fuck this magical woman with my fist until
she came in a tremendous orgasm. As she started to come down, she
grabbed my arm with both hands and held me fully against the back of her
vagina. When I felt she was over most of her orgasm and her hands
relaxed a little, I slowly withdrew my soaked hand and lay down beside a
girl/woman who was completely spent. In fact, it was almost half an hour
before Cindy felt strong enough to dress and leave me with a kiss.
ow, and I continued to fuck this magical woman with my fist until
sh
Cindy
Part V
Chapter 13
It was almost a week before we were able to get together again. This
time, we met at the apartment of a single friend of mine who was out
of town for a few weeks and was willing to lend me the keys without
asking questions. I dropped by the apartment the day before our meeting was
arranged, to get the lay of the land and plan our next encounter. I
had been there some time before, but he had made a few changes since.
When I entered the large bedroom, I was pleased to find that my friend
had traded in his old studio type bed for a big four poster. At once, I
knew the theme for Cindy's next exploration into the unknown. I went to a
nearby hardware store and purchased a length of very soft, thick nylon
rope and a package of spring type clothespins and returned to the
apartment.
Once back in the apartment, I cut the rope into four foot lengths and
firmly tied one to each post of the bed. I turned the covers all the
way down to the bottom of the bed and placed the clothespins in the
drawer of the night table.
The next evening, Cindy arrived exactly at 6:30, as I had instructed
her. She wore a tight skirt and a peach colored sweater and looked
every bit like the girl next door. When I had let her in and locked the
door, she started to come to me for an embrace, but I told her to stop.
"Tonight is going to be a little bit different.", I said. "I want
you to do exactly as I say and not speak unless I ask you to. If, at any
time, you want me to stop what we are doing, you must say, 'that's
enough'. If you say anything else, I will ignore it. Nod your head if you
understand." After a brief pause, she nodded "Yes". Next, I told her
to raise her skirt. She had a little trouble getting it up to her waist
since it was very tight, but when she had done so, I was pleased to
see that she was wearing only a white garter belt and off-white stockings
underneath. "Stay exactly as you are until I call you.", I
instructed, and went into the bedroom.
First, I wanted to be in a position to see her face clearly as she
entered, but I also wanted her to wait a few minutes to let her
imagination work on what she might expect. I sat in a chair next to
the bed and waited almost five minutes before I called out for her to
come in the bedroom. When she entered, her skirt was still bunched around
her waist (good.. she understood the rules for the evening). It took a
few seconds for her to notice the ropes tied to the bedposts, but when
she did, her face suddenly showed shock and a little confusion. I waited
a moment longer and said, "Tonight you are going to learn how
delicious it can be to have absolutely no control of the situation beyond
the one phrase I gave you which will cause me to stop. But, understand that
if you say 'that's enough', the evening will be over and we will both
dress and go home. If you are a little afraid, that's good. It will help
you to feel everything more intensely and, I hope, have stronger orgasms
when the time comes."
Then, I rose from the chair and walked to her. What I saw in her eyes
was fear, but also a determination to go through with whatever I had
planned. I told her to raise her arms and when she had done so, I
slowly lifted the sweater over her head to reveal a lacy white demi bra only
partly covering her beautiful breasts. I smiled at her and said, "I
see you have chosen to disregard my wishes and cover your breasts when I
wanted them nude." She started and replied, "But, I thought..."
"Quiet!", I said. "You are not to talk and, anyway, we will find a
proper punishment for this relatively minor transgression." That
seemed to heighten the apprehension in her eyes and I moved behind her to
unfasten and remove the bra.
I instructed her to lay on her back in the center of the bed and she
went to the bed and lay down with her head on the pillows. "No. I
want your head at the foot of the bed." She looked at me for a second and
began to turn around the other way. Her eyes never left mine as she
moved into the position I had requested and waited for me to make the
next move. I tied each of her arms straight out so that the wrists
were next to the bed posts. I used several loops around the wrists so that
she would be held securely without cutting off the circulation to her
hands, then I took the ropes from the other corners and used a
similar system to restrain her feet so that she was spread wide and could
just barely flex her knees. I noted that her lower lips were opening and
showed signs of moisture accumulating already.
Now, I went to the night table and removed the clothespins and placed
them on the bed next to her head where she could see them. Her eyes
showed real surprise, now, and I thought she was going to speak
again, but she swallowed hard and remained silent. Then I took out the
Polaroid camera I had placed in the drawer when I arrived and began to open
it and install the flash. When she saw the camera, she cried out, "No!
Please don't do that!" I sat down on the bed next to her head and
looked into her eyes. "Remember, there is only one thing you can say to
make me stop. Do you remember what it is?" She nodded. "Either you trust me
or you don't. You must believe that I would never allow these pictures,
or anything else to harm you in any way. If you don't believe that, say
the phrase, and we'll call it quits. Otherwise, you must remain silent
until I ask you to speak." I waited almost a minute while she said nothing
but continued to stare directly into my eyes. Then, I rose and began
photographing her from every possible angle including a shot of her
looking at the clothespins by her head. I had her raise her head so I
could get a picture looking up over her spread pussy at her lovely
face peaking between her breasts. Then, I had her smile broadly for the
same shot. It took her a little while, but she was starting to get into it
and finally gave me a genuine smile that could melt the heart of any
male and more than a few females.
When I had used up two packs of film, I reloaded the camera where she
could see me doing it and placed it on the night table. I knelt by
the foot of the bed and showed her the pictures one by one. At first, she
would glance at a picture and turn her head away, but gradually, she
was looking at each one longer and longer. Soon, she began to moan as I
showed her each new graphic demonstration of her submission to my
control. When I reached the last one (the smile), she let out a long
groan and closed her eyes.
Chapter 14
I was still kneeling by her head, and I began to speak softly to her,
"Now, Cindy, we have a little matter of punishment for the bra." I
waited a few seconds and continued, "Do you have any ideas on that
subject? You may speak freely, now." She said, "I don't know. I
really thought you would like it. I bought it just for tonight." "I do like
it.", I replied. "The point is you must do as I ask when we are
having these encounters and I'd like you to help me choose a punishment."
She thought for a few seconds and said, "You could spank me like a
little girl." (a small smile here). "Not practical in your current
position.",
I answered. "Think of something else." She was quiet for some time,
but finally, her eyes drifted to the clothespins. Without waiting for
her to say anything, I said, "Ah, yes, I think that will do very nicely."
and picked up a handful. "No!, Please!", she called out. I looked into
her eyes and said, "Sorry, you are back to the silent mode. Non verbal
sounds are quite O.K. though."
I moved around to her left side and began gently brushing her left
nipple with the back of my hand. It was already quite well distended,
but my light touches had the desired effect and it stood up even
further. Her eyes were glued to the nipple as I opened a clothespin
and placed its open ends around the soft bud. I released it slowly and
saw her shudder and close her eyes as it tightened. I think there was
much less pain than she had anticipated and she started to relax almost
instantly. I repeated the procedure with the right nipple (very
slowly) and she began a low moan deep in her throat. It was so low and
sustained that it sounded almost like purring. I had her look at her clips
as I took a few more pictures and ended up with another big smile.
Next, I moved down to stroke the insides of her thighs, gradually
working my way up to the puffy lips. I touched them softly and used
both hands to spread them apart so I could see the inner lips. She was
quite wet by now and I was careful not to touch anything but her soft outer
lips as I leaned forward and blew gently on the exposed pinkness.
Her clitoris was just visible peeking out from its hood and I spent a few
minutes blowing and watching it grow slightly. Then, I began applying
the clips to her outer lips. I knew that there was not enough pressure
to cause any pain, but I also knew she could feel the clothespins as
they were released to press into her sensitive flesh. I took some
photos of her new "torture" and stood to remove my clothes.
When I had undressed, I took the now developed Polaroids to the foot
of the bed and showed them to her. By now, she was very excited and well
beyond the "break point" and clearly had no desire to resist. She
looked at each picture and groaned loudly as she saw what was being done to
her body. After she had seen all the pictures, I moved forward so that my
cock was just above her face. She tried to lift her head to capture
me with her lips, but I stayed just out of reach. She was struggling
with her bonds to try to reach me and I watched the clips moving with her
thrashing. I picked up the camera again and took a few more pictures
as she strained to reach me, her tongue extended and her head tilted
back.
Her eyes were open wide, but I don't think she was even aware of the
camera anymore. She wanted me in her mouth and, at last, I lowered
myself to her lips and allowed the head to enter. She was licking and
sucking furiously and after about half a minute of this, I proceeded
to enter her mouth fully. When I reached the entrance to her throat, she
started swallowing and I took another picture and pressed forward
until I was completely enveloped in her warm, wet mouth and throat. One
more picture and I put down the camera and began moving in and out,
withdrawing until just the head remained within her lips, then
pushing back in until I could feel her swallow again and her lips clamped
around the base of my organ.
We were both so incredibly aroused that I knew my orgasm would not
wait and after only six or seven strokes, I felt that familiar churning
that meant I was starting to cum. I pulled out of her mouth entirely and
used my right hand to complete my release. She was straining her head up
to try to recapture me when the first spurt arc'd past her chin to land
on her chest. When she saw it and realized what was happening, she
opened her mouth wide and waited for more to come. Some spurts went directly
into her open mouth, but most landed on her chin, lips, and cheeks.
Cindy started to lick her lips to capture what she could. "Wait!, I
said and picked up the camera to get some pictures of her cum covered
face.
After a few shots, I put my still semi-hard cock back in her mouth
and took two or three more. She was sucking hungrily until I pulled away
and went to sit in the chair where her restraints would not quite allow
her to see me.
I sat for three or four minutes and watched her twist and turn
trying to free herself and gain release any way she could. In between her
moans and groans, I could hear her softly pleading, "please...." but she
was careful not to call out, though I knew she wanted to. Then, I rose
and went back to her and showed her one of the last photos I had taken
with me in her mouth and my sperm gleaming on her face. "Do you want to
come now, Cindy?", I asked softly. "Oh, GOD, Yes...... Please make me
come!"
I moved around where I could reach her pussy and began opening and
closing the clothespins one at a time. Then, I let two fingers enter
her and started moving them in and out rapidly. When I knew she was about
there, I used my other hand to massage her clit and she started
coming as hard as I had seen her. When I sensed that she was at the peak of
her orgasm, I placed my thumb and forefinger on either side of her clit
and started to squeeze. Cindy screamed and began thrashing her head from
side to side and I kept up the pressure until her orgasm had fully
subsided, then released my grip and removed the fingers of my other
hand slowly.
After giving her a few minutes to calm down, I untied her arms and
legs and lay down beside her to cuddle her in my arms. In addition to my
drying cum on her face, there were tears dripping from the corners of
her eyes and I asked if I had hurt her. She smiled at me and said,
"You can hurt me like that any time you want."
Cindy
Part VI
Chapter 15
As we hugged, I kissed her still wet lips and as our tongues met, I once
again tasted myself in her mouth. I looked into her eyes and said, "Talk
to me now and tell me how you felt. I want to know all your feelings and
you are not my slave, now, but my lover." The first thing she said was,
"I need to know what you are going to do with those pictures." and she
looked at the Polaroids spread on the bed beside her. As she spoke, I
was gently removing the clothespins from her nipples and lower lips and
placing them next to the photographs. "I'm going to give them to... you.
If you want. I'd like to keep them for a while if you trust me to do
that, but ultimately, they are yours to do with as you see fit." She
smiled and said, "If I can trust you to tie me to a bed in some strange
apartment and torture me with those things, I guess I can trust you to
hold 'my' pictures." She scooped up the pile of pictures that were now
in no particular order and began looking through them again. As we
reviewed them together, we talked about some of them and she told me how
"depraved" she felt when I began taking them and how she began to want
me to record everything so we would be able to relive it later.
She admitted that she was afraid, at first, that I might hurt her
without realizing it, but soon understood that I was going very slowly
and carefully so as not to go beyond her limits and how super sexy she
felt knowing that I was in complete control of her body and mind. Cindy
also said that her orgasm was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
She was having difficulty putting it into words, but it felt as though
her pelvis had expanded to take over her whole body. When she was
coming, she was completely unaware of anything but what my hands were
doing to her and (strangely) my sperm on her face. It was dry now and I
asked her if she wanted to wash up a bit. "No.", she said, "I like it
there." and snuggled against my chest.
We agreed that we would get a safety deposit box at the bank for the
pictures, with a key for each of us. That way, if anything should happen
to either of us, the other could see that they didn't fall into the
wrong hands. I also told her, again, that they were hers and she could
remove them at any time. Later, we had to get a larger box to make room
for many photos and videotapes.
After we had talked for a while, I began stroking her breast and said,
"I want you to think of something you've never done that we can try
together next time. Think of every story you've ever read or heard about
sex and come up with something that made you think 'Do people really do
that'?" She thought for a minute, then said, "You've already taught me
things I didn't know existed, but I'll try." I could tell that she had
something in mind, but was afraid to tell me about it. I decided to let
it rest for awhile and moved on top of her to begin a very gentle and
slow lovemaking. Our hands moved slowly over each other's bodies and she
alternated between stroking my back and neck and kneading my buttocks to
encourage me to penetrate as deeply as I could. Cindy came twice (very
softly) before I released deep in her vagina. As I was coming down from
my orgasm, I felt her muscles gently squeeze and release as though she
was trying to milk me dry.
Chapter 16
We got together again a few days later in the apartment. We had both
left work a little early (risky, but necessary due to our schedules) and
she arrived just after three. We sat and sipped some champagne I had
brought along. It was very quiet as we sat and talked. Finally, I asked
if she had come up with any ideas for us to explore. She hesitated for
some time before speaking. "Well... there is something that's been
running through my mind, but I think I'd be afraid to really try it."
"Go on.", I said, and waited. After a little while, she continued. "A
girlfriend of mine in high school once told me about a party she went
to. She and her boyfriend ended up in a bedroom 'making out' on the bed
and one of his friends came in when her blouse was open and her bra was
off. Joy's boyfriend was working on her breasts with his hands and mouth
and he turned to his buddy and said, 'I don't think you've met Joy. Come
on over and say hello.' Joy tried to cover herself but her blouse was
very sheer, and it didn't do much good. When the friend sat on the other
side of her, she decided 'what the Hell' and just let it fall open
again. They talked for awhile, and her boyfriend started playing with
her tits and telling his friend how great they felt. Before she knew
what was happening, they were both laying on the bed taking turns
kissing her mouth and breasts and undressing her all the way. The end
result was that each one fucked her while she sucked the other one. I
guess, ever since she told me that, it's been in the back of my mind
that it would be real different to be with two men at the same time, but
I'm not sure I could really go through with it."
I had gotten hard listening to her story and we moved to the couch where
we could do a little (fully dressed) fondling while we talked. I said,
"Let me think about that one for awhile. Tell me what other fantasies
you have heard about even if you don't think you would want to do them."
She said she knew about "toys", meaning vibrators, and orgys with lots
of people together, but thought she would be way to shy to be in a
group. I asked if she had ever heard of a "Gang bang" and she looked
away, but replied, "I've heard of it, but I would think two would be
more than enough.", with a nervous giggle. We continued to talk about
some of the many variations of sexual activity as we explored each other
through our clothes, then I asked, "What do you want to do today?"
She looked in my eyes and said, "Can we take some more pictures? That
was really exciting." I nodded, yes, and we went into the bedroom.
I had her sit in the chair by the bed and took some "cheesecake"
pictures of her as she raised her skirt to reveal her stocking tops and
uncovered pubic hair. After she had unbuttoned her blouse, I had her
pull down the cups of her bra one side at a time to reveal her luscious
pink nipples and had her play with them as I continued to take
Polaroids. Next, she moved to sit on the side of the bed and took off
her blouse and bra entirely. I had purchased a long cable release for
the camera and set up a tripod so the camera would be focused on her
face. I stood before her and she began to open the top of my pants. When
she had my member free of the pants, she lowered them just enough to
have access to me and began kissing and licking all around the head and
shaft while I snapped away. After several minutes, she pushed my clothes
to the floor and I stepped out of them and removed my shirt, shoes and
socks to stand before her nude. While I was undressing, she took off her
skirt and sat back down on the bed in her garter and stockings and
resumed her incredible brand of cocksucking. After several more
pictures, I said' "I think you should be naked now." and moved the
camera and tripod back slightly for a wider field of view.
When she had removed the remainder of her clothes, I had her kneel on
the bed and got behind her. Without preliminaries, I entered her vagina
from the rear and began pumping into her. She squealed as I entered and
seemed immediately over the edge. I told her to look at the camera as we
fucked and let it know with her eyes and face how she was feeling. From
my angle, I could tell that she was grinning broadly and trying her best
to turn on any future viewers of these pictures. When the film ran out,
I pulled out of her and went to replace it with a new pack. When I
returned to my place behind her I entered her pussy for two or three
strokes and withdrew. I placed the head at her anus and began to enter
her there as she lowered her head to the pillow (still facing the
camera) and started moaning and thrusting back at me as I slowly worked
my way all the way in. I raised up a little so it would be obvious in
the photos that I was in her ass, and proceeded to take pictures as I
made love to her in this way that she was clearly learning to love.
When we had finished and rested (she said she came without me even
touching her in front), I picked up the pile of pictures below the
camera and lay beside her as we looked through them. They were all
extremely sexy, but when we got to the last ones I had shot, I noticed
that the expression on her face was very intense and in a few, she
seemed to be in pain. From my position, I hadn't been able to see her
face when it was on the pillow, and she hadn't given any indication that
I was hurting her, so I said, "Some of these look like I was hurting
you. Why didn't you let me know?" Cindy gave me what could only be
described as an "evil grin" and said, "You didn't hurt me at all. I
thought it might make the pictures sexier if I looked that way. What do
you think?" I grabbed her and kissed her hard. I had never expected this
innocent girl to get into raw sex with such gusto but she was quickly
proving to be a "natural".
Chapter 17
I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to get the paper bag I had
left there earlier. When I came back into the bedroom, Cindy was laying
on her side waiting for me. When she saw the bag, she laughed and said,
"Oh, how sweet. You got me a present." I smiled at her and said, "Yes, I
guess you could say that." I reached in and got a medium size cucumber
and handed it to her. "Can you think of any exciting ways to use this?",
I asked. The smile faded a little and she said, "I .... guess so. What
do you want me to do?" I sat beside her, cradled her head in my hands
and told her that I wanted her to use the things I gave her to make
herself come. Then, I kissed her lightly on the lips, stood up and
picked up the camera. She was very tentative at first, but gradually
started rubbing the vegetable on different parts of her body. She
pressed it into her breasts and stomach, then ran it up and down the
insides of her thighs. With a wink, she put the end into her mouth and
began sliding it in and out. As it came out of her lips, I could see
that it was getting wet with her saliva. It was a little too broad for
her to try to suck it all, but she was taking about half of it and using
her free hand to massage her vaginal lips at the same time. I moved
around between her legs as she dug her fingertips into the folds and
pulled herself open on one side. She brought the cucumber to the
entrance and rotated it around as she began pushing it in. I was
fascinated to watch her lips move aside to allow it to make a very slow
entrance into her body. After a few seconds, it was inside the lips
rubbing against her clitoris. I reached out to pull the lips open on the
other side and could see the mouth of her vagina just below the cuke. It
was slightly open and glistened with her moisture so I took a close up
photo and continued to hold the lips open. Gradually, she let it drop
down until it was poised to enter her and began slowly sliding it in.
She didn't stop pushing until it was almost all the way in and her
fingers were gripping just the end that protruded.
She paused for a minute and smiled down at me. "How am I doing? I
assured her that she was turning me on and took a few more pictures as
she started sliding it in and out in a steady rhythm. We both released
her lips and I watched them clinging to this firm object as she withdrew
it and clinging once again as it moved back into her. I reached into the
bag and withdrew a long, thin carrot, I had scrubbed thoroughly and
placed it along side the cucumber. I worked it into her in time with the
cuke until it was coated with her juices, then pulled it out and placed
the slightly pointed end at her anus. When I first made contact, she
jumped and let out a small squeal, but I moved the carrot in small
circles around her rear entrance and slowly inched it into her, turning
it all the time. The carrot was about nine inches long and a half inch
in diameter for most of its length. The top flared out to about an inch
and a half and it was for this shape that I had selected it. It could
not easily slip in all the way, but I could safely use almost six inches
of its total length. At first, I only put about two or three inches into
her and moved it around before pulling it almost all the way out. I was
trying to time my thrusts to her working of the cucumber and when she
put it in deeply, I did the same, burying the orange vegetable to its
wide base.
She stiffened and pushed the cuke all the way in until her lips closed
around the fingers she was using to hold it in. I grabbed the camera,
and took two pictures of her double penetration before slowly sliding
first the carrot, then the cucumber from her body. She had not come yet,
and I wanted to have her try a few more things before allowing her
release. I handed Cindy a medium size wire whisk and held her lips apart
so she could move it freely wherever it felt good. She played for some
time along the inner surfaces of the lips and found that she could place
a pair of the wires on either side of her clit and slide the whisk up
and down to squeeze her clit when the wires narrowed together toward the
handle. I took the implement from her and placed her fingers on either
side and had her spread herself. She seemed a little nervous about
having this toy inserted in her but I reassured her that I would go
slowly and she could tell me to stop at any time. She relaxed a little
and pulled herself open as far as she could as I pressed the round head
to her vaginal opening and moved it in and out for about half an inch.
When I saw that it was causing no discomfort, I started a constant,
gentle pressure and watched as her walls stretched around it and it
disappeared inside. As I started moving it forward and back, she cried
out, "Oh, God! That feels crazy!" I encouraged her to tell me what she
was feeling and she said, "It feels like lots of little, hard fingers
touching me everywhere." She had moved both hands up to work on her clit
and I was amazed how rough she was being. Her fingers were pressing
deeply on either side of it and one thumb was strumming it and
occasionally pressing down hard on the little nub. I kept the whisk
moving while she came and had to put my hand across her stomach to keep
her from humping forward too hard and hurting herself. As she was still
coming, I pulled the tool out of her slowly and moved up to enter her
with my straining cock. To my surprise, she felt very tight and I knew
she was squeezing hard with her vaginal muscles to feel every bump of my
member.
It wasn't very long before I came and she had another small orgasm as I
was softening. As we lay together, afterward, she told me how she had
learned that she could feel with different areas of her vagina and
actually identify different sensations on the top, bottom, sides and
against her cervix.
Cindy
Part VII
Chapter 18
Early the next week, I had a call from an old friend who had moved to
the West Coast several years earlier. He was going to be in town for a
couple of days and wanted to know if we could get together for dinner. I
knew Stan very well and was sure I could trust him with a little
"secret" so I said, "Hey, that would be great. Maybe I can arrange
something fun for after dinner, too." Stan was a great looking guy, just
over six feet tall with a muscular build and he had developed something
of a reputation with the ladies when we had traveled together so I
didn't think he'd object too strongly to helping Cindy live one of her
fantasies.
Stan and I had dinner and caught up on the past couple of years. He said
he was seeing a couple of ladies in the L.A. area, but hadn't found the
right one yet. I confided in him that I was seeing a lovely young thing
named "Dawn" and asked if he would like to meet her later. He said that
would be fine as he had no plans for the evening and we finished our
meal and I drove to the house where Cindy "house sat" sometimes. I told
Stan while we were driving that Dawn was "kind of" married but her
husband was away most of the time. He gave me a sly smile and said,
"Well, you devil, you. I hope you know what you're doing."
I had instructed Cindy to wait at the house and to wear something very
plain. I wanted her to look like the innocent girl next door and had
told her I would have a little surprise for her when I got there. I also
let her know that I wanted her to be very quiet and shy tonight and to
pretend that we had never done anything but missionary position
intercourse. When I gave her the instructions, she looked a little
confused but I was sure she didn't expect anyone to be with me when I
got to the house.
The look on her face when she opened the door and saw Stan and I assured
me that I was right. She told me later that her first thought was that
our evening was off and I was just there to let her know that I had run
into someone and we would have to cancel. I said, "Dawn, I'd like you to
meet my old friend Stan from California." She seemed a little startled
that I had called her Dawn, but took his hand and said hello in a most
proper manner. We went to the living room and Cindy served us all drinks
and sat in an overstuffed chair to join our conversation. She had worn a
very plain shirtwaist dress with very little makeup and looked every bit
the proper little housewife. When she sat, she was careful to make sure
her dress covered her legs which she crossed demurely at the ankles.
We chatted for fifteen or twenty minutes about many trivial subjects
then I rose and walked behind her chair to place my hands on her
shoulders and began to gently massage them and the back of her neck as
well. She was still talking with Stan when I moved my hands to the open
top of her dress and massaged her collar bones and the top of her chest.
As my hands began to descend toward her breasts, she stopped talking and
turned her head to look up at me with questioning eyes. She began to
realize that this was not just a friendly visit and, in fact, related to
the story she had told me about her girlfriend, Joy. I could see that
she was a little afraid and I kissed her lips softly and said, "I told
Stan about our relationship, Dawn. It's O.K." She continued to stare
into my eyes as my hands slipped into the cups of her bra and began to
knead the soft flesh they found there.
From Stan's position, he could see what I was doing as my hands pushed
out the front of her dress and he was clearly uneasy with the situation.
I looked at him and said, "Relax, Stan, Dawn really doesn't mind if we
show a little affection in your presence. In fact, I don't think she'd
mind if you could see even better. Would you, dear?" She continued to
watch my face for some time, then said, very softly, "no.." I started to
pinch her nipples very lightly and said, "Why don't you open some of
those buttons so Stan won't have to imagine what I'm doing under there?"
With her eyes still locked on mine, her hands came up and began
releasing the buttons until the dress was open all the way to her waist.
I had her lean forward and slip the top of her dress from her arms so
that it lay in a pile around her waist. The cups of her bra were quite
transparent and Stan could see my thumbs and fingers squeezing her erect
nipples through the material.
After a few minutes, it was clear that Stan was enjoying our show and
there was an obvious bulge in the crotch of his pants. He crossed his
legs in an attempt to conceal it, but that only pushed it to the side
and made it more apparent. I removed my hands from Cindy's breasts and
reached behind her to release her bra. I slipped it down her arms and
dropped it on the arm of the chair beside her. As I cupped my hands
under her beautiful globes, I said, "Dawn, why don't you ask Stan if
he'd like to feel them for himself?" She hesitated for a long time and I
was afraid she was about to back out when she turned to look at him and
said, "Why don't you come over here, Stan?" My friend needed no extra
coaxing and was immediately kneeling beside her chair helping me stroke
her firm breasts and nipples. I told Stan that Dawn liked to be licked
and sucked and he dove in and began nursing like a baby. Cindy was
breathing in gasps and moaning softly as I stepped back to undress
behind the chair. I was sure she wouldn't turn back now but the next
step would tell for sure. When I was completely nude, I stepped to the
side of the chair and put my foot on the arm so that my cock was
directly beside her luscious mouth. She turned her head and took me in
with one continuous stroke. Stan looked up and saw her sucking me for
all she was worth and stood up and tentatively started to undress. I
nodded slightly and he practically ripped the clothes from his body.
Chapter 19
When Stan was undressed, he stood by the other arm of the chair and
Cindy reached out to stroke and fondle his cock and balls as she
continued to work on me with her lips and tongue. I noticed that Stan
was slightly longer than me but not quite as big around. He was also
uncircumsized and I thought this might be another new experience for
Cindy (it was). I moved her head away and said, "I think it's very
impolite of you to ignore the needs of our guest." She looked at me with
pure lust and turned her attention to Stan. At first, she just kissed
and nibbled around the head and foreskin while she continued to stroke
the shaft and balls with her hands. Then, she stuck out her tongue and
worked it under the foreskin to cradle his head. She wiggled her tongue
a little, then started to take him into her mouth. She had just gotten
most of his erection into her mouth when he threw his head back and
started calling out, "Oh no, I'm gonna' come." After taking the first
spurt in her mouth, she pulled back and pumped him with her hands. The
head of his cock was about an inch from her wide open mouth and I
watched in fascination as he drenched her lips and tongue. As the force
of the spurts began to diminish, some of his sperm landed on her chin
and dripped down to the indentation at her throat. When he had stopped
ejaculating, she took him fully into her mouth and continued to suck him
clean. I had no feeling of jealousy, only tremendous pride at the way
Cindy had performed in her first experience with two men. The smile on
her face made it clear that she was both proud and happy.
I lay down on the soft carpet and had "Dawn" undress completely and come
to lower herself onto my straining member. She used both hands to spread
herself open as she slowly engulfed me in her soaking grip. Her slick
wetness slid easily down and when she had about two inches to go, she
took her hands away and dropped the final distance. I was so hard that I
felt the tip of my penis touch her cervix as she settled the cheeks of
her ass between my thighs. As Cindy started moving up and down in long
slow strokes, Stan came around to stand before her face for some more of
her fantastic oral manipulation. She used one hand to work his soft cock
into her mouth and started sucking him noisily as she tried to establish
a rhythm between her deep pelvic pumping and her head and mouth.
When I saw that Stan was getting hard again, I suggested he get behind
"Dawn" and help me fill her completely. "But, take it real slow.", I
warned, "It's the first time." I didn't say the first time for what, but
hoped he would assume I meant the first time she had had anal sex. When
Stan was behind her, Cindy lay her head down on my chest and stayed very
still. I could feel him collecting her secretions from around my cock
and knew he was applying them to her anus as preparation to entering
her. I knew when he placed the head against her because she groaned
against my chest and stiffened slightly. I raised her head with my hands
so I could watch her face as Stan entered her. Her eyes were closed
tightly and every muscle in her face was tense with apprehension. As I
felt the head of his cock begin to slide against mine through the thin
membrane, Cindy took her lower lip between her teeth and groaned loudly.
Then she started calling out, "Oh, God!... Oh, God!... I can't take any
more!... I'm too full!..." I knew that Stan was only about half way in
but told him to hold still for a few minutes. We lay there like some
obscene statue for what seemed like minutes then I started moving her
hips just a little with my hands. She was moaning almost constantly now
and I began moving in and out just a few fractions of an inch. Stan
picked up my rhythm and I could feel him go in a little further with
each stroke. Cindy started to orgasm with loud cries and I could feel
her vaginal muscles squeezing my cock and could imagine the workout her
sphincter was giving Stan. He started moving in and out with purpose and
the pressure of his cock against mine combined with her squeezing was
pushing me over the edge. As I started to pump my sperm into her, I
pushed in as far as I could and held it still. Stan let out a groan and
said, "Oh, Yessss...." and I thought I could feel his contractions along
with mine and hers.
We lay together in a pile of sweating flesh for a long time. Eventually,
I softened and slid from her vagina and Stan pulled away as Cindy bit
her lip once again. When Stan had dressed, I gave him the keys to my car
and told him to park it at his hotel. After he had left, Cindy and I
cuddled and talked for awhile. She said she had never felt so full and
that it was like she would split apart but didn't care. She looked into
my eyes and said, "I have never felt so thoroughly fucked in my life.
When you started playing with my breasts in front of Stan, I was really
scared, but I want to thank you for taking me further than I've ever
been and for keeping my identity a secret. And, since we've made this
step, I have to confess that there is something else I've been thinking
about." She paused for a minute as if she was gathering her courage,
then continued, "I've been wondering what it would be like to be with
another woman. There, I've said it, and the world didn't come to an
end." I smiled at her and answered, "I think you should find out, and I
want you to select the lady to explore that area with. She smiled back
and said, "I already have."
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