Reawaken ME
 
I read his text, “Hey, babe I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
 
I grinned, when he called me that. We’d been texting; talking for a long time, Jon and I. We’d been speaking long distance and we’d finally get to meet. I was nervous, excited and horny, all rolled into one.
 
Bounding down the tiled walkways of Dulles airport, I was searching around for him. He said he’d be in his work blues; that he was going to be coming directly from work. I began to get nervous and my heart pounded. Where was he? I looked around.
 
“Babe.”
 
I sighed and spun around. The sound of his voice in person sent sparks through me.
 
“Get over here.”
 
I couldn’t stop the smile that was plastered over my face. I wasn’t sure: do I hug him, kiss him? Really, what I wanted to do was jump on him right there in the airport. I flushed, as heated sensations went up and down me and wetness slid between my thighs.
 
“Hi,” I said meekly.
 
“Hi? That’s all I get is a ‘hi’?”
 
“I don’t know what we do. I-” I stuttered a little.
 
He pulled me in for a tight hug and I melted into him. His scent was a mixture of musky and spicy deodorant. The feeling of his arms around me gave me a sense of calm. I didn’t want to let go of him. I was shaking and I heard him inhaling me as well.
 
“You smell as pretty as you look.”
 
I giggled. “I smell as pretty as I look, huh?” I asked, as we pulled away. “Are you going to eat me too?” I teased, narrowing my eyes with the red-riding hood reference.
 
“Mmm hmm. May I kiss you?”
 
“Thought you’d never ask.” I leaned back into him. His hand caressed my butt, as I reached for his shoulder to steady myself, as our lips met and my knees buckled. It had been a long time since I experienced such a powerful pull. “Mmm,” I moaned, as his lips crushed mine. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue to his. He tasted like coffee and blueberries.
 
“Mmm. Come on,” he tugged me along.
 
I followed, like a love sick puppy and he pulled my rolling luggage. We went to his car in the lot. It was a mid-sized SUV much like mine at home. I squeezed his leg as he sat beside me.
 
He turned to me with a mischievous look that matched the feeling within me.
“I’m going to drop you off and then I am going to make you dinner—a surprise.” He smiled, as he turned to look as he backed up.
 
“Oooh, now that sounds good.” I rubbed my hands together and quirked my eyebrow.
 
 
 
I showered in the milky beige shower, taking care to clean every crevice. And making sure every surface was smooth. He left me for an hour to get things to make for dinner. I escaped the wet and steamy glass enclosed retreat where I’d spent the last 20 minutes. I knew I had to hurry now. I combed my dripping hair and spilt it down the center. I wove each half into thick braids.
 
I looked into the fogged up glass at my creamy, white completion. My pert breasts were dotted with dampness and my light pink nipples were begging to pucker from the change of temperature. I watched a stray rivulet of water drop from the tip of my hair and down my shoulder, over my breast and across my belly. The moisture was absorbed and I reached for my honeysuckle scented cream. I slathered it across my skin. My belly was riddled with excitement as I thought about my plan.
 
Swiftly, I ran into the bedroom and took out the two outfits. I had thought about which one I should choose the entire time I had showered. Still, I had no idea which he’d like best. I paced knowing my time was short. I grabbed some red ribbons and tied them on the end of my pigtail braids.  Once I tied them on, I decided to hurry up and put on the least difficult outfit, due to my lack of time.
 
I let out a chuckle, “like it will be on for very long.” I shimmed into the silky material. It made me grin as I twisted and turned gazing at myself in the full length mirror. It clung to my frame and fell right below my butt. The sides of my nightie were exposed, except for the thin threads of material that held it together.
 
I sauntered out to the kitchen and waited for him to return. I leaned on the cold granite countertop, impatiently. The rustle of the lock alerted me and I stood erect. I came around the front of the countertop that divided us and slid my hand along the smooth, cool, surface.
 
“Well, they didn’t have the…”
 
I turned to look at him, coyly.
 
“Ah,” he cleared his throat.
 
“Forget my name already?” I teased.
 
“I forget my name,” he countered. He placed the bag of groceries down and came at me in one large step. His eyes scanned over me and I could feel the flames licking over every curve.
 
My chest heaved in anticipation, but I snapped back from the trance I was in. I had a plan. He was still in his uniform. Damn, so hot. I dropped to my knees and my hands reached for the zipper. Trembling, I unbuttoned and pulled down the brassy teeth. It felt like eternity and his erection was pressing against his pants, which excited me more.
 
Pace yourself, slowly, Sasha—I told myself internally. I glanced up to see a hungry look in his eyes mirroring my own feelings. I shifted my bare feet on the floor and pulled him out. I looked back at him and he grinned at me as I swallowed hard as the sudden dryness of my throat alarmed me. I hadn’t anticipated him to be so thick. His hand cupped my chin and then moved to my pigtail, tugging lightly on it. He smiled appreciatively and I returned my attention to his throbbing dick.
 
I licked my lips and my tongue darted out to catch the seeping pre-cum, weeping from the head. I used that salty pearl to help coat my lips and prepare myself for him.
 
“Oh,” he took in a sharp breath, as my hot mouth encased the tip.
 
One of my hands hand gripped his shaft, while the other cradled his sack. “So soft,” I moaned lightly with him in my mouth. My fingers gently toyed and fondled his balls. My mouth and jaw was stretching to take him further, but I wasn’t sure how far I could go. Saliva was dripping everywhere and coating his shaft. I pulled back and began to slide my tongue up and around the crown, which elicited growls from him.
 
“Sash-” my name was cut short and he leaned forward, as his hand came down on my head. He was breathing in short pants.
 
My hands continued to work, both sliding up and down his shaft tugging him into my mouth. My eyes flickered up to his and I saw his eyes were closed.
 
He pulled back and I whimpered. My lower lip slid out with force and I gave him a pained look. “Wait, just wait you little minx,” he grinned and picked me up and dropped me on the harsh granite countertops; leaving me there.
 
I crossed my arms as I watched him struggle free from his pants and he placed a condom beside me. I smiled, excited by the turn of events. But then he walked away. I watched him get the bag of groceries and move to the other side of the kitchen. I was about to move, but he saw me.
 
“Don’t move that ass or it will be spanked.”
 
“Ohh, a threat or a promise.”
 
His look was enough to make me not want to move from my spot. I was slick from my juices dripping down. It was almost embarrassing. I was trying to figure out how to hide it when he came around and spread me wide.
 
“Wet for me already? A perfect appetizer.” His heated breath sent a shiver over me and I leaned my head back.
 
I let out a loud and nervous sigh. “Oh,” My hand instinctively pushed his head away at the overwhelming sensation.
 
“You alright?” His concerned look made me melt.
 
“Fine, Jon. I’m just sensitive. Nervous.” I peeked my head up to see him and let him know he was alright to continue.
 
Two fingers splayed me open and he delved inside me again with his strong tongue. A spiraling tingling sensation tore through me. My body hadn’t been touched like this in a very long time. It was being re-awakened and tears wetted my cheeks, as pleasure blossomed within me. Barely able to maintain my breath, I was losing my control.
 
To be continued…

The Visit - Part III

We spent a lazy afternoon and I couldn’t help staring at him every chance I got. It was a dream; one I knew would come to an end tomorrow.

I shook my head of those thoughts, as he walked out of the deli with sandwiches and whatever else he decided to purchase for lunch. He’d asked for a quiet place for just the two of us for lunch. I was giddy at the prospect of outside play. He knew I was somewhat of an exhibitionist. I wanted to have that fear of being caught. It drove my arousal through the roof.

I sat through lunch stealing curious glances.

His hand trailed up my legs and I whimpered. “Later, beautiful,” he said staring off.

I pouted.

“Trust me,” he said through a laugh. “Just enjoy the afternoon.”

His voice was mellow and endearing. I loved his accent. It warmed something inside me. I leaned into him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He inhaled me and took my hair in his hand, gently tugging back so he could gain better access of my mouth. His lips softly caressed mine and my body turned parallel, my face pointing up to his. The intensity of heat curled up inside my belly and I moaned inside the kiss.

“Oh, sir,” I whined, as he pulled away.

He gazed into my eyes and I gingerly reached up to him. There was something there, uncertainty perhaps. “I’m sorry. Later.” He smiled, which took that look away.

I tried to place it, understand it, but I knew it was futile.

We returned to the room and he had been on the phone on the ride back, speaking in riddles. The sun had already started its climb downwards.

“Get changed little one.”

“Changed?”

“Yes, undress.”

I giggled in glee. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Was it time already to get my surprise? My heart was rapidly firing in my chest.

I returned to the room and he was sitting in the chair, lounged and relaxed. He had something dangling in his hand, but the room was dark. He’d drawn all the curtains.

“On the bed,” his voice was low and deep.

I crawled up on the bed, facing away from him and my pulse raced along. I stayed there on my hands and knees. My most vulnerable parts were sensitive to the chill in the air. As I stayed there, time ticked by slowly. My nipples puckered to the constant flow of cold air and I swayed my ass lightly, wondering if he could see me.

A swift swat registered in my ears, before the burning sensation roared across my flesh.

“Oh,” I gasped and dipped my head down.

“Be still, naughty.”

The warmth radiated off my ass like spirals of heat waves from the asphalt. His hand had swatted me hard and I craved more.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered.

“Please, what?” he asked.

“Spank me more, sir.” I wanted to tell him not so hard, I wanted to. But the other part of me wanted it. I wanted to remember it tomorrow long after he was gone.

“Patience, little one.”

I growled. He knew I had none and my fingers fisted the comforter. I hadn’t realized my palms were so sweaty from anticipation.

A knock at the door alarmed me.

“Don’t be afraid,” his words were calming. “My surprise,” he said. His hand caressed my burnt cheek and across my back.

Leaving me there exposed, naked and nervous.

“Trust me.”

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly. I did trust him, but who was he inviting?

I heard them give their civilities and it was another man. I was surprised and somewhat elated. Sir was giving me one of my fantasies on our first meeting. He didn’t want me all to himself. But the truth of that set in. We weren’t a couple. I’d spoke with him for almost a year before he came over to meet me, yet we promised no ties.

I stayed perfectly still, almost afraid to breath, as they walked nearer to the bed.

“Remember what I said about her. And her limits, I don’t give two shits about stopping this at any time.”

I grinned to myself and my mouth opened. Security wrapped over me like a blanket hearing Sir being so forceful and protective of me. I no longer harbored my vulnerabilities. I acknowledged the true weight of what he was giving me and the drum beats of my pulse in my head were pure, as was the trust I felt for him.

“As you get ready I am going to start her with a spanking,” Sir said, and I heard his pants slide off. The sound of his belt buckle –every sound was loud in my ears.

I heaved a breath.

“Jennifer,” his mouth was at my ear and it sent a spiraling sensation of shivers down my spine. “You ready for your surprise?”

“Yes, sir, thank you,” I whispered.

“Come,” he tapped on the front of my thigh from underneath, as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I willingly took my position between his legs. I dared not look at the other man, as my shyness sent wave after wave of crimson to my cheeks. I leaned across sir’s lap and I let the tense breaths escape me in slow rhythmic pulses. I focused on the hand circling my buttocks, one and then the next.

It was as if he was readying himself as well. His taps began slow and steady as he built a rhythm all his own.

The searing sensation began to expand, creeping between my thighs. A burning need grew as I panted, but he was unrelenting. His hand was alternating from cheek to cheek. It was as flurry of motions and I rocked my head as it was almost too much for me.

“Move your legs apart,” a gravelly voice rang somewhere in my consciousness.

Was that Sir? I did as instructed and a hand slipped between. I moaned, as a simultaneous groan was heard.

“Does she enjoy a belting?” The other man asked and he snapped his belt. The crack caused my body to tense.

Sir dug his finger inside my tight core and I wriggled on his lap. “Mmm,” I moaned.

“Why? What are you thinking?” Sir asked. “She doesn’t need punishment.” He removed his finger and forced it into my mouth. I took it hungrily. Although, what I really wanted was him inside me, to taste him and have him in my mouth. To please him.

“We could both,” the man’s voice lifted in question.

There was an uneasy silence and Sir patted the bed. I climbed up back to my original pose. A soft material was placed over my eyes, a blindfold. That must have been what was dangling from his hand earlier.

There still was no answer to the question that seemed to be hanging in the air. I didn’t know if I wanted that or not. I trusted Sir to make that decision for me. I sunk into the bed, releasing my fears, my wants, my desires—focusing on the room. On the two men in the room. Their scents were mingled. A warm musk from the mystery man intertwined with a ginger-like flavor that enticed me every time Sir was near.

My hands were taken out from under me and wrapped behind my back. My face gently thudded to the mattress and the blankets flew up gently surrounding me. I blew a force of air out as it blocked my face. But then a big hand gripped my chin and forced me up.

“Open,” he demanded.

I did and soft flesh touched my lips, grazed past my teeth and into my mouth. The intrusion was expected, yet somehow it still took me off guard. Sir was never rough like that with me. I tried not to smile to show my excitement and used my tongue and lips as best I could at this awkward angle.

“Don’t bite, little one, as I add some more stripes to your ass,” Sir said somewhere in the room.

My mind was focused on the task of this other man’s pleasure. The sound of the leather rippling through the air was something I knew and when it made contact I gasped, but the other man intruded further into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I groaned with my mouth full.

“I think she likes it,” the other man said.

So Sir continued my lashings and I continued to enjoy pleasing this other man. My body was surging with desire as sweet juices made a trail down my inner thigh, just one leg at first, but then soon it was consuming my inner thighs. I could smell myself and I moaned.

“I think it’s time,” Sir’s voice was low and gravelly.

I didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were dark, lusted and full of need. With the blindfold I could sense things with greater intensity and it astounded me.

The other man pulled me off of him and I exhaled. He dropped me like a rag doll.

Sir’s hot breath was on my ear. “I am going to take your ass tonight, beautiful. Ready?”

“Yes, sir,” I said excitedly. Perhaps too excitedly, as a hand slapped my ass and I howled.

The hot raised bumps I new were already formed and they throbbed painfully. The pain urged me on though, I wanted more. My mind was cluttered again, scattered and my breath began to escalate. Where had they gone?

“I’m right here, little one,” Sir's voice reassured me.

“Sir, no lube please,” I said in a very quiet voice.

“Yes, I remember,” he said. “Besides you are wetter than the ocean back here.”

His fingers tickled up my thighs just shy of where I needed them. I’d almost forgotten about the other man. I moaned, as he massaged my perineum gently and I panicked realizing he was staring straight at my ass. Oh god! He didn’t prepare me. What if I’m not perfectly clean…what if?

My mind hazed and lost grip of all those thoughts, as his tongue circled my tiny star. It winked reflexively and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips. I dug my nails hard into the bed, as he spread my cheeks for display.

“I love this nice shaven pussy,” his tongue slid from the front and pulled back. “Damn, you are so sweet.”

“Thank you, sir,” I heaved, as the air wouldn’t stay put in my chest. More liquid trailed down my thighs like water.

He chuckled. “You are enjoying this, little one,” he said, as his two fingers slipped inside my pussy and his thumb pushed hard against my ring.

“Oh! Yesss,” I hissed, as he broke through the barrier. “Please, sir, please!” I begged. Oh he was teasing me with his fingers and my clit was in dire need. I’d been on fire all day and I was getting close with just fingers. I didn’t want fingers. I wanted him.

“Patience, whore,” a voice rang through my ears and broke my concentration on what Sir was doing, on the moment.

“I told you nothing like that was allowed,” Sir growled, as he ripped his hand away.

I recoiled into a ball, as memories of past pain came to me.

“Jennifer, stop. You are safe.” Sir’s voice was commanding, yet a shade of concern was laced in. “Come here,” he demanded.

“I’m sorry,” the voice said. “I was caught up in the moment.”

“Little one?”

He was asking if I wanted to continue, with this man. I didn’t want to let Sir down. He hadn’t laid his hands on me. Sir was right, I was safe. He was here and I trusted him. I nodded.

“Let’s begin,” Sir’s words were clear and concise, yet part of me wished I could see his face.

The bed shifted beside me and a warm body lay there. The belt was released from my hands and I rubbed the pinches and tingles from them. A hand coaxed my face in its direction, while sir’s hands on my hips guided me over his body. I straddled this man I couldn’t see. He traced my face and his fingers played with my hair.

Sir plunged his dick into my pussy from behind and I let out a frustrated gasp. His breath sounded shallow and ragged.

I hadn’t expected it. It wasn’t slow and sensual, but it awakened every nerve inside me. He knew I enjoyed rough sex and with two, perhaps, that would be a hard task.

Then I felt him at my other opening, his finger prodding before his dick and I moaned in anticipation. It had been a long time since I’d had anal sex and yet, it was one of my favorites. Sir took it slow and his hand rested on top of my lower back as he pressed further within me.

“Oh fuck! Sir, oh fuck!” I screamed and buried my face into this other man’s chest. He rubbed my back and his chest hair tickled my check.

“My turn,” the other man said.

As he slipped inside my overly wet cunt, my eyes seemed to roll back in my head as the pleasure and slight burn of tightness mixed. No words could escape my mouth that was open and panting.

“You tell me if it’s too much, beautiful,” Sir said in a strained voice.

“Fuck me, sir. Take me,” I cried. It was an amazing feeling as they began to move. “Oh, please, ooohhh,” I groaned loudly and all modesty all shyness had disappeared.

Clawing and scratching I pleaded and pleaded. Although, I didn’t know what I was pleading for—perhaps for it to never end. My back arched and Sir’s teeth were sinking into my ear.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he said harshly through his teeth.

The blinding white light of pleasure seared behind my eyelids and a sharp pain pulsed through my anus as I tightened hard around Sir. My orgasm squeezed through every wall of me, coursing through every vein. The blood so furious I thought the vessels might explode.

Sir, pressed me down toward the other man and my teeth sunk into his shoulder.

“Fuck! She bit me!” he growled. He yanked my head back by my hair and spoke severely into my face. “You are going to be punished for that.” Releasing my hair he found my hips and forcing himself further into my core.

I screamed as it was if I was being torn in two.

Both men erupted into a tormenting howls and grunts on their own accord.

Sir’s arm snaked around my belly and he whispered “Good girl,” breathlessly into my ear.

The other man’s mouth was still spilling explicative’s, as he pumped his last ounce of seed into the condom within me.

I was sticky with sweat and in serious physical pain-yet sated. Sir was right I needed to wait until tonight. I was amazing, except this guy…I guess I couldn’t have two amazing men. That would be asking the world too much.

I barely remember the two men fighting, as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Sir’s argument was that I was probably the best lay he would ever have and I closed my eyes with a huge grin plastered on my lips.

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The Visit

PART II

I spent the first moments of the morning reveling in the joys of last nights non-stop fuck session. I let out a very loud and long sigh.

“Morning, beautiful,” his hand trailed down my back, sending shivers across my bare skin.

“Morning, sir,” I whispered.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little sore,” I admitted.

“Good.” His hand rapped on my already welted bottom and I yelped.

I heard him snicker and I smirked to myself. The bed jiggled as he left it for the shower. I fell back into sleep as the sound of the water rained down into the motel tub on the other side of the wall right beside me.

When I awoke later I found myself tucked in and the scent of coffee was wafting around me. I jolted upright.

“Sir?”

“Yes?” he asked calmly, from the small table with two chairs. He was working on his laptop.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to sleep…” I checked my phone. “Oh my god! It’s almost lunchtime. I‘m so sorry, I’m not being a very good host.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. I like to think I wore you out. I have a surprise planned for later. Hop in the shower and let’s get you fed.”

“Yes, sir.” I stood and walked over to him. My body was achy in all the right ways. My mind was reeling in excitement—a surprise for me? “And you did…wear me out,” I said and leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips.

He pulled my naked frame closer, tighter, as I sat upon his lap and my scorched bottom responded by sending flares that dispersed through my lips in light cries.

“Oh, sir, my ass.” I stressed with my eyes.

“Just wait til tonight, you will be saying more than that.” He winked.

My pussy clenched and I wanted to know now. I didn’t know if I could handle the anticipation. I wasn’t very patient and he knew it. I bit hard on my bottom lip. I squirmed on his leg and his erection was evident. I rocked back and forth against him, as he groaned and his head fell back. I listened to his breath as it changed from steady to rapid and erratic.

“What are you doing?” he charged gruffly.

“Enjoying that I can excite you, sir. I…” I paused a moment and dipped my head down. I was being too forward and I knew it.

His hand reached across my body and sliced through my hair. His eyes clouded over in a dark sea of lust that I’d never seen before. He craned his head and claimed my lips. He crushed them with such force that I lost my breath in the gasp, as he stole it from me.

“Mmm.” I wriggled, as I strained for air, but he was relentless as the kisses turned to more than passion. They were a fire that started to rage uncontrollably.

He stood and I would’ve fallen if I hadn’t been in his arms. I stumbled backwards, as he charged over me like a bull seeing red.

Still clinging to his arms I began to tear at the buttons on this shirt and they flew away, some I was able to unbutton and others were ragged by the threads where buttons only had once been. He aided me in wrenching it the rest of the way open and tore it off his arms, as he pressed me down.

It seemed like slow motions, yet the movements jolted me, as my scorched flesh alerted me to it and I cried out, inside his mouth. I was allowed a respite, a second of air and it flooded my lungs. I hungrily took it in and then grabbed onto him, needing him more than the air my body craved, for life.

In all my life I’d never been kissed like that, passion wasn’t quite the word. My mind turned to a dizzying haze where our tongues melded and he and I became one and we were only kissing.

Sharp bites marked my breasts, as his teeth teased my nipples to hardened pebbles. I moaned, as he kneeled before me on the bed in all his glory. Where his pants went or when he took them off -- I hadn’t the slightest clue.

I watched his dick bounce before me and I wanted to taste him, offer every hole to him. Be his to command, to want, to take for his pleasure and this was so new to me. I was lost in the moment, being with him and being his. I was alive and electricity coursed through me, similar to the night before. It was as if I could never get enough of him. This man that seemed to know every curve, every sensitive spot on my body, yet hardly knew me.

Sure we knew each other, but it was a long distance, over the computer, on the phone relationship. My dreams were being realized and I never wanted it to end. I closed my eyes, as his hands swept over me.

“I’m going to savor you my pretty little one, but tonight I need to punish you for getting me so riled up. You are a seductress and you don’t even know it.” His firm tongue ran up my slit still sensitive from the prior romp.

“Please, sir.” I pleaded, although I didn’t know what I wanted except to come. My impatience was glaring.

He rolled me over and I gasped at the abruptness and he spanked one cheek and the next sharply.

I yelped into the bed, my face was buried into the mess of sheets.

“That’s for being greedy.”

“Oh, sir. I want to taste you.” I lied.

Two more swift and hard spankings followed. “For lying,” he said, however I heard a remnant of a smile in his voice.

I turned my head to the side. I couldn’t see him but I wanted to state my case. “I’m sorry, sir. I promise, that is the first thing I thought of when I saw you naked.”

“Come to me, beautiful.”

I rolled to my side and looked at him. I blinked a couple times, unsure what he wanted. My mind still swimming with desire and far in the recesses what was to come tonight.

“Yes, sir?”

“So,” he jerked his dick lightly. “Tell me what else you thought of.”

“I wanted to taste you, sir.” I flushed at the comment, because I’d never spoke like that, not even to my ex-husband. My eyes fluttered, but I tried to steady my gaze.

“Please, beautiful.” His eyes went from mine to his engorged dick.

I giggled and crawled over to his lap. I licked the precome and squeezed more out, as I stroked him. “Mmm,” I made an exaggerated sound and looked up to him.

“Get to work!” he swatted my butt.

“Ohh,” I teased back. I grinned with my lips pressed to his cock and lapped him.

As I worked my magic his fingers did there own, sliding between my cheeks and into my pussy. His knuckles were squeezing my clit when it decided to make its appearance.

“Yes, that’s it,” Sir groaned and his other hand lay heavily on my head, forcing me further until I was gagging.

The sound was repulsing me a little as well as the amount of fluid escaping my mouth. But he kept moaning and driving deeper into my throat. I was impressed with my own ability.

“No hand’s little one. Trust me.”

I closed my eyes and released my fear that had been holding me back and my throat seemed to let go as well.

“Fuck! That’s it. Yes, good girl. I’m close little one, I’m gonna oh fuck!”

He released my head and the hot come splattered down my throat. I choked a little at the unexpected amount, but continued to swallow. Some dripped out onto his thighs and I panicked.

“Sir, I’m sorry I-”

“Hey,” He lifted my chin and wiped some liquid from my face.

I was self-conscious that I must have looked like a disgusting mess. And I shied away.

He gripped my face with both hands. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

“I want to be pretty for you, sir,” I said softly.

“You are beautiful and fucking hot as fuck, with my come dripping off your chin. You are very good little one.”

“But, don’t I have to clean you up or something?”

He chuckled. “This isn’t a porn or anything. I think I need to finish you…hmm.” He seemed to contemplate something. “Or perhaps I should leave you wanting all day.” He had a sinister grin planted on his face.

“Oh, sir. Please!” I kneeled beside him and tugged on his arm, as any young pleading child would.

“Hmm,” he checked his watch.

Fuck!

“We really need to get you showered and fed. Trust me you will love your evening and won’t be disappointed.”

I let out a very loud and annoyed sigh. “You are a teasing and very mean, sir.” I said and stomped away to the bathroom.”

He laughed at my antics.

As I showered he came into the steamy room. “No playing in the shower, Missy. I really want you to be ready. I didn’t intend on an afternoon session. Besides, you teased and lied to me. What do you think should be your punishment?” he asked, as he casually leaned on the door, holding the heavy metal door open.

“A spanking?” I squeaked.

He erupted into a long and loud laugh. It was so powerful that it resonated off the tiles and filled the bathroom. It warmed me to the core and made me grin.

The Visit

PART I

He had asked me to find a hotel for his visit to the states and I decided out of all the run down places he should probably stay at the Sheraton. It was a little farther away from my house, but it was the nicest place nearby. He didn’t want to stay in the city. He had told me he wanted to see where I lived.

He had made his reservation and was already on his flight.

I still didn’t really believe it, as I paced the tiled floor at Logan Airport. Was it all a rouse? Was I being taken for a fool?

“Ahh, there she is,” he said, his voice made my body melt—his accent. Yum!

I spun around with a huge grin on my face. My mouth dropped when I saw his day old stubble, how I wanted to touch it and feel it against my most sensitive places.

“What is it, beautiful?” his hand came around my tiny waist and slid down my plump ass.

I moaned softly and flushed instantly from embarrassment. He seemed to enjoy my unease, knowing I hadn’t been touched in quite some time. His hand ran back up my curves, caressing the side of my breast and up to my neck. I squirmed and laughed as he tickled me, scrunching my shoulder to my head, trapping his hand there.

“Sir,” I giggled the word out. And then it hit me, his scent. It was like a welcomed warm ray of sunshine, except it made dribbles of sweet juice dampen my silk panties.

We walked hand in hand to my car and drove a long ride to the hotel. His hand kept teasing me, slipping between my thighs. Sliding up on this inside and making me press the accelerator a little harder than I’d intended.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered. All the hair on my body stood on end and I shivered despite the sun raining in and the warming my skin.

*****

I stood in the center of the room, as he freshened up from his trip. As I looked out the window, my mind swirled on what he had planned. We’d talked for almost a year and finally we would be really doing the things we had discussed.

Hot breath tickled my neck, as he brushed my long blond hair from it. “I think we will need the air to keep us cool,” he said, reaching in front of me and turning the vent on full blast.

The sound was near deafening and perhaps what he had intended. He walked away from me and the cool air took the place of his body heat.

“Undress and come and stand in front of me. Leave your bra and knickers on,” he said and I could hear the grin on his face.

I smiled broadly, knickers, we called them panties. I wore a wrap dress that I knew he liked, because it showed every curve and sometimes snuck peeks at my thigh. I tugged the knot loose and pulled the belt that held the soft, royal blue, jersey-knit dress together. I had my back to him and shrugged it from my shoulders. I let the garment fall gently to the floor.

“Mmmm, beautiful ass. Now turn around.”

I wished I could hear something beyond the humming of the a/c unit and my own heart fluttering. The moment was now, there was no backing out. He looked me up and down, as a lion would his meal and I physically shivered in fear of what I was about to do.

“Come over here,” his voice deepened and I knew it was because he had to repeat himself.

I walked over in my heels and underwear. Why does it always sound sexy in the pages of a book and I felt a little silly? I’m a mom—not a, his hands interrupted my thoughts and moment of weakness.

As they ran under the lace banding at the top, back and forth my eyes closed as need seared through me. My sweet scent intoxicated me as he teased me. I pushed my wanton hips closer to his face. It had been too long, too long, “too long”. I groaned.

“I know it has sweetheart. We will take care of you soon. I love watching you writhe with need in front of me though, it makes me hard.”

My eyes looked into his, no longer a soft blue, but dark like the depths of the sea. My breath hitched and became caught in my throat. I wanted to rip his clothes off of him.

“I want to spank you first,” his voice was low and I could barely hear him.

I knew he was starting slow for me. Helping me become the submissive I wanted to be. I lay gingerly over his lap and my hands touched the carpet on the other side of his leg.

He adjusted himself on the bed and my body on his lap. His erection was already digging into my hip and it made my self confidence rise. He tugged at the pink silk panties, tightening them against my wet pussy. The material was wedged between my cheeks. He ran his hand over my bottom, stroking it and slowly tapping it, warming me and exciting me.

Smack!

“Oh!” I gasped out loudly.

The blood was fighting to rush to my head, my ass, and my clit all at once. It was a phenomenal sensation, as he continued his swats. There was a stinging sensation that ran a streak of lightening to my core. My chest struggled with the large intakes of air I tried to supply it. My mouth became dry as I panted.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Sir, oh fuck!” I cried my fingers clawing at the carpet. I was trying to get a hold of something, as my mind was spinning sublimely out of control.

 The material from my panties was tightly nestled in my pussy and furiously rubbing against my clit.

“Come for me,” he said in a voice that fueled my own lust higher.

In a silent scream, an explosion of fireworks burst though my body. My eyes flooded with tears. I was barely aware he was pulling my shuddering body up on to his lap.

“Fuck, beautiful! No one’s ever come like that on my lap before, from a spanking.”

As I panted, I looked into his smiling face and down between my legs—I had soaked his pants and we had only just begun.

7/2/13

She’s lying in your bed. Her auburn hair splayed out around her, the red highlights surrounding her face. Her mouth opened slightly as she breathes. No doubt exhausted from last nights work out. You trail your fingers up the insides of her thighs.

She moans as you wake her from her sleepy state. She nuzzles closer to u, needing to feel your warmth. Her knee runs up between your legs. She slides her tongue down your neck tasting the dried salty sweat left from the previous workout, down your clavicle. Her fingers thread through your chest hair. She re-wets her tongue and twirls it around your nipple, down your abdomen, her other hand glides along your already erect cock and her palm rolls back and forth against the head. The wetness making a silky barrier that makes her grin while you moan in pleasure.

She teases you with her tongue on your pelvis as she looks up at you, your desperate look of need written all over your face. Her pouty lips run along the side of the shaft as her tongue pierces between them, leaving a warm trail of saliva in its wake. She rolls her tongue out all the way and shifts on the bed and places her body beside you. Her hand softly, gently caresses your balls, as she licks back up and around the crown. Tasting the precum and grinning at you while she does it. Satisfied in knowing you are enjoying it, wetness pooling in between her thighs as well. You can feel it as your fingers slip between them. Her lips purse together and she presses down over the top, slowly at first as your hand rolls down her back.

Her hair begins to fall around her face. All you can see is the back of her head and your eyes close as she moves further down, adjusting her body, and her mouth to take more. She glides your cock back and forth slowly and steadily, as her hand works in a steady sync with her hot mouth. Her tongue flicks and teases the sensitive spot around the crown, as she pulls back.

You grip the comforter, not wanting to interrupt. “Please,” you whisper, barely aware you even said it.

More saliva pools in her mouth as she attempts to take you all the way in, her other hand cups you and she holds the pose for a moment, allowing you to enjoy the sensation of being fully inside her throat. And then she releases back for air, and moves again in rhythmic motions until your hand grips the flesh at her hip, a telltale sign you are about to release and you do.

A sound of air rushes through your clenched teeth and she swallows all that you have offered her. She turns to you with a smile, although you still have your eyes mostly closed in post orgasmic bliss.

She takes a thankful breath, her smile splits across her face in happiness. "I'm happy to have made your morning as blissful as you made my night last night," she whispers and lays beside you.