I awoke with a start, in a state of panic. I couldn't move my arms! They were tied to the bedposts with a red scarf. I surpressed a scream as I looked down at my body and realized that I was naked! I couldn't figure out what was going on, and a feeling of helplessness came over me.
"About time you woke up."
I turned my head and saw him sitting there, stroking a huge erection in one hand, and holding a drink in the other. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what the hell was going on, but before I could, he silenced me with a hard look. Then, standing up, he continued to stroke himself as he gave me instructions. It didn't take me long to figure out what was up.
"Now, here is how this will work. First of all, you will NOT speak, or make a sound, unless I ask you a question. Then you will answer. Other than that, I don't want to hear your voice. If you speak out of line once, you will be punished. Twice, you will be gagged. You will do as I tell you, EXACTLY as I tell you, or you will once again be tied up. Do you understand?" I nodded my head at him. He threw his drink on me, and I could smell gin. "I didn't hear you bitch."
"Yes." I said softly. He smirked.
"Good." His hand was still pumping his dick, and I was mesmerised by every action. "I'm going to untie you now. After I do so, I am going to begin licking the liquid off your body. You are allowed to do whatever you want with your hands, EXCEPT you can't go near your pussy, your tits, or my dick." With that, he kissed me hard, his tongue lashing with mine as he jammed two fingers into my cunt. I whimpered against his mouth, and he moved to my ear, rasping "Feels good, don't it?" I couldn't answer. "Don't it?" he repeated, and jammed them in harder. My back arched and I buried my nails into his back, raking them down as he licked the bitter liquid from my tits, concentrating on my nipples. I tried not to moan in ecstasy, biting my lip to keep silent. He sucked on it, and it hardened instantly. I could feel his hard prick rubbing up against my leg. I remembered what it looked like with him stroking it, and I ached for him to put it deep inside me.
"Please fuck me." I didn't know that I had spoken those words aloud. His blue eyes stared at me as he withdrew his mouth from my breasts. He cuffed me upside the head. "That's just a warning babe. Next time is the real punishment." He resumed sucking my nipples, his hands stroking my hips. I pulled his head in closer, my hands stroking his hair. He moved down my body, lapping like a dog down my stomach and across my groin. I clamped my lips together, so I wouldn't giggle as it tickled. The giggles behind my teeth turned to silent moans inside my head as he travelled down to my clit. He flicked it a few times to tease me, and my head thrashed back and forth with the torture at having to remain silent. Then he dove in, plunging his tongue into my slit.
"Fuck you taste good. Do you know how good you taste?" I shook my head. "Finger yourself. Take your middle fingers and shove them in there." My hand resisted, so he showed me how. "I can't believe a tramp like you doesn't know how to get herself off." He shoved my hand in and out, and my breath came in short, heavy gasps. He used his other hand to pinch my clit. I was so ready to cum. He forced my hand from my pussy and brought it to my lips. "Lick." he ordered me, and I did, slowly, sensually, my lips sliding up and down my fingers, sucking, tugging. He stroked his hard on once again, watching me intently. The he stood up beside the bed.
"On your knees bitch." I obediently knelt in front of him. "Suck my cock, just like you were sucking your fingers." Grasping his throbbing prick in my right hand, I put my lips to his head, licking the crown, then lapping at the shaft. My left hand caressed his balls, my mouth enveloping his entire cock. Up and down I sucked, my head bobbing. He groaned and he sank his hands in my hair. "Oh yeah baby. That's it. Suck it, suck it hard. Do you like that? Do you like sucking cock?" I nodded my head, and he pulled my hair back violently. "Answer me."
"I love sucking cock. I can't get enough of it." He grinned. "I knew it baby." He pulled my head in again. I circled his prick with my tongue, tugging on the head. He groaned and pulled me away.
"Now, on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are." As I silently obeyed, he continued to talk. "You are a little bitch aren't you?" He slammed into me, and I screamed. "Aren't you?? Let me hear you say it."
"Yes," I whimpered, "I am a bitch." He slammed his cock in again and again. "REPEAT IT."
"I-am-a-bitch." I repeated through clenched teeth as each slam came harder and father than the last. He got a rhythm down then.
"Your pussy is so hot. God you feel so terrific. You feel fuckin' great."
The forced silence got to me, and I had to say something. I figured he was too far gone to be keeping me to the terms, so I spoke. "So do you. You're so hard..." He pulled my head back, and I moaned in pain and pleasure.
"Did I ask you to talk slut? Did I give you permission to speak or make ANY noise?" He withdrew his dick. "I warned you, you'd be punished. Now I guess the little bitch doesn't get fucked." He went back to jacking his cock, smiling all the way. "Unless...you beg for it. Yeah, sluts like you are always begging for it. And remember, I can get off by fucking your face. You can't cum until I LET you. So what's it gonna be?" He knelt beside me, pulling my hair, and kissing me hard, bruising my mouth. He whispered in my ear "Now, let me hear you beg." His hand approached my pussy, and just the heat from his skin caused my clit to ache with longing.
"Please. Please fuck me."
"Fuck you like...."
"Please fuck me like the slut I am. I need it, I need it bad."
"You need what bad baby?"
"You got it." With that, he pushed me face first on the bed, and started fucking me again, bent over, kissing my back and grabbing my tits. "Play with your clit." My fingers reached down between my legs, and started rolling my clit between them. After only a minute of his hard strokes, and my own fingers, I started to shudder. He leaned over and nipped my ear. "Are you going to cum?" I could barely nod with the anticipation of it.
"Let me hear it. I wanna hear you cum LOUD. Got it?" He thrust harder and deeper, and I felt the warmth in my cunt trying to spill out of me. I whined, and whimpered and when I came, I moaned and screamed so loudly I was sure they heard me in the next house. He withdrew and brought me to my feet. He lay me on the bed, face down again, with my feet hanging over the edge. He stood beside it, wrapped my legs around his waist, and told me how he was going to fuck me. My arms braced my body on the bed. He was slowly entering me, and then withdrew, just as slowly. He was driving me crazy, not even giving me enough time to come down from that first earth shattering orgasm. Then he started to spank me.
"Oh yeah honey. This is good. You love it rough." That wasn't a question, it was a statement, so I didn't answer, although I thought that the answer was obvious. He began fucking me faster and faster, spanking me in between thrusts. My cunt was getting hotter again, as I felt another orgasm coming. "Oh my God," I moaned, not caring about anything now. "I'm going to cum again."
"So shut up about it and do it." he panted, his own orgasm building up. I moaned again as I came, harder and hotter than the last one. As my arms gave way, he dropped my legs and I slid to the ground. He grabbed my head by the hair again.
"Swallow me whore." His hand was pumping his dick, and he forced my head onto it. I didn't have time to think as hot jets of cum spurted out and hit the back of my throat. All I could do was swallow what he gave me. When he was done, he lightly tapped my face.
"Thanks for the fun." And just like that, he was gone.
And I didn't even get his name.
Monday, February 26, 2007
I awoke with a start, in a state of panic. I couldn't move my arms! They were tied to the bedposts with a red scarf. I surpressed a scream as I looked down at my body and realized that I was naked! I couldn't figure out what was going on, and a feeling of helplessness came over me.
After rocking the house down all night, the band finally slid into a slow song. You hold your hand out to me in a silent invitation, and I accept, allowing you to lead me back onto the dance floor.
Within seconds, I recognize it as “Cry Little Sister” from the Lost Boys soundtrack (a HIGHLY underrated song if you ask me). We start off barely moving, your hands resting on my waist, my arms around your neck, like we’re in the fifth grade. As the song moves along, the singers voice is husky and gritty and it seems we’re powerless to stop ourselves as the rhythm takes over. My hands start to caress the back of your neck, and your fingers trail down my waist to my hips, and then, after lingering for a mere second, move slowly down my thighs. My skin feels like it’s on fire and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
I slowly let my fingers move across your neck, down your back and around to your biceps. I lean into you, my hips starting to grind against yours, feeling you get hard. Your hands reach around to my ass and you pull me in tight. The bass is coursing through our bodies as we gyrate in time to the music. The music gets louder, and the crowd realizes that there’s something happening, and they all stop what they’re doing to watch the spectacle we’re making.
You dip me backwards, following my body down with yours. Your breath is hot on my neck, your lips inches away from mine. Your right hand entangles in my hair and you pull me up roughly, and kiss me passionately. I can feel your left hand caressing my thigh and my hands follow your example and come up to entangle in your soft hair. I moan against your mouth, no longer caring if everyone in the club is watching. Your tongue plays with mine, brushing up against my teeth and tracing a moist map around my lips.
The lead singers voice is echoing in my head, competing in volume with the pounding of my heart. My body is moving instinctively to the music, moving in ways it hasn’t in a long time. Sliding, winding, shimmering, twirling – I move around you like a woman possessed. You dip me again, this time quick and sharp, bringing my right leg up to your side in a move that I’ve only seen in Dirty Dancing. It leaves me off balance and unsteady.
My hands grasp your shoulders for balance, and I rub up against you, torturing you, feeling your hard on strain against its denim prison. You look deep into my eyes, your gaze smouldering, telling me exactly what you want from me, and exactly how far you’re willing to go to get it.
My breath catches in my throat, my pulse beating wildly. You slither down my body like a cobra, and when you come back up you grasp me under my butt and lift me into the air. My hair cascades over my face like a waterfall, and you spin me around. With that movement, no one notices that my buttons have popped open mysteriously, or that your face is buried in my clevage, your mouth moving down towards my breasts. You tongue my nipples through my bra, and I throw my head back in ecstasy.
You bring me down slowly, as the music comes to an end. The crowd whistles and applauds their appreciation for the erotic display. Blushing, I fumble with my buttons. But you are the perfect picture of cool, and you throw your arm around my shoulders, pulling my chest into you, and we walk off the dance floor, out of the club, and into the night to finish what was started.
Angie groaned as she got out of her car. Seven thirty was WAY too early in the a.m. to be out of bed, especially on a Saturday. She winced as she closed the door – ok, so she was a little hung over from last night’s drinking, but she was entitled. After all, it was the middle of summer. The earliest she ever got out of bed on the weekends was noon! But not today, and all thanks to the four phone calls from her boss on her cell the night before. In a drunken stupor, she told him she would work just to shut him up. Apparently, as usual, the powers that be over-extended themselves on booking and needed every spare body. Hence the reason she was at the office at this ungodly hour, mentally preparing herself for a two hour drive north – on a school bus no less. She felt a little twinge of satisfaction that her co-horts in crime from the night before were suffering just as much as she was, just at a different gig. At least they didn’t have to ride a school bus. She sighed. When she first started working event security, she thought it was going to be all glamour and hanging out with rock stars, stopping groupies at the door, and escorting very important people through throngs of adoring fans. Just goes to show, fantasy is always better than reality. They didn't pay her enough for this shit.
Angie glanced at the extra large double double coffee she got from Tim’s and wondered if it would be enough caffeine to keep her awake until she got her second wind. As she rounded the corner from the parking lot, she spotted a few of her co-workers looking like she felt. That lifted her spirits a little. She wasn’t the only one suffering. She stopped next to her friend George.
“Sooooooooo sexy, what’s up?” He glanced down at her. “Well, now that you’re here – everything.” He gave her one of his heart stopping grins. She grinned back. He was such a joker.
“George, honey, it’s only seven thirty. My libido doesn’t get going until around ten.”
“Hey, we’ll still be on the bus……” he let his voice trail suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows. Despite her exhaustion, Angie giggled. She was beginning to feel better.
“You know George; I’d take you up on that if it wasn’t for Diana.” That, and the fact that Angie had a shitload of doubts that he was serious. Because, in spite of a few random incidents to the contrary, she knew that she was the type of girl that men frequently flirted with, but never followed through on. But had Diana not been in the picture, Angie would have enjoyed fucking George immensely. In fact, she'd wanted to from the first day they'd met. He was tall and wiry, but not too skinny, with healthy, shoulder length brown hair that any girl would have died to run her fingers through. His brown eyes always sparkled and his teeth were the whitest she’d ever seen. All in all, definately a twelve on a scale of one to ten. And he'd probably be a fantastic lover. But Diana was a friend of hers, ever since she’d helped Angie through her divorce last summer.
Slowly, the rest of the staff showed up in various states of alertness and dress. As far as Angie was concerned, the best part of her job, ok one of the best, was the fact that they weren’t supposed to wear their uniform shirts outside of the job sites. In the summer, Angie loved wearing her black tank top, which, in combination with her push up bra, thrust her tits up to new heights, and showed them off. Frequent washing had faded and shrunk it, but the thin elastic spaghetti straps were surprisingly resilient, and had held up. Along with that, she wore her black shorts, and her hoodie was tied around her waist. Her unruly curly hair was up in its usual clip, and she was wearing the most oversized pair of black shades she could find. It had been a struggle to keep her eyelids open long enough to get her contacts in, but it was worth it. The sunlight was already getting to be too much to bear.
They all stood around, making cracks about the time, gulping their coffee and leaning on one another for support. Apparently, Angie wasn’t the only one who had tied one on the night before. At ten after eight, the bus finally pulled up. Angie looked at Nancy, who was taking attendance.
“One bus full for the whole park?” Nancy laughed. “Don’t worry. There’s sixty on the bus, and about thirty who drove up. Not to mention the Barrie and London offices sending their crew. We’ll be fine.” Angie looked at the call sheet. She scanned the list, but was only mildly disappointed when she didn’t see Dalton’s name on it. There was, however, one name she noticed in that quick glance that made her heart race – Matt. At least one person there was worth sexing up for.
As everyone loaded onto the bus, she threw her knapsack on the rack above George, fell into the seat next to him, and turned his shoulder into a pillow.
“Wake me when we get there.” He patted her head and laughed. “Ok sunshine.”
Angie desperately wanted to sleep, but her mind kept drifting to her last encounter with Matt. Her body grew hot at the memory of him fucking her. And what a memory. There were so many reasons it was good: the size of his dick (which was impressive!), Dalton watching while Matt did things to her that HE never did (eating her out for one, making her cum, not once but twice, for another – Dalton had yet to get her off at all), AND it had happened while they were at work. She still couldn’t believe that they had pulled it off. She never used to be that ballsy. With him there today, maybe he’d like to try again. The thought made her smile.
She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, George was nudging her. “Come on Sleeping Beauty. We’re here.” Angie popped one eye open, lowered her shades, and gazed up at him grumpily.“Don’t you know that SHE was awakened with a kiss?”
George placatingly dropped a kiss on top of her head. “There.” He said with a smile.“Well, it’s not the best I’ve ever had, but it’ll have to do.” She sat up, and immediately gasped at the pain in her neck. She rolled her head gingerly. “George, if this kink in my neck hasn’t gone away by the time we’re leaving, I’ll suck you off for a massage.”
Angie heard a chortle of laughter behind her, and realized that the bus had grown eerily silent. She could feel 58 pairs of eyes on her. She stood up.
“Or any other volunteers?” A few hands shot up, and the whole bus started laughing.
As they disembarked, she endured some good natured ribbing from her friends. She turned to George as they ambled to the trailer for sign in. “You’d better call Di and tell her about this. ‘Cause if the company grapevine gets to her first…..” she let her voice trail off. All it took was one pseudo-sexual comment between two people to turn it into a full-fledged rumor. And one thing she’d learned was that the gossip game didn’t die as you got older – if anything, it got worse. George nodded. “Don’t I know it.”
Their conversation was interrupted by the bellowing of their boss. “Angie! Get your uniform on and get to the trailer to help with sign in.” Angie didn’t hesitate. Responsibility at last!! After three years of getting nowhere, she’d been waiting for it. Throwing her shirt on over her tank top, and giving George a peck goodbye, she marched over to the trailer, tossed her bag in the corner, and sat down next to the other person at the trailer.
She accepted the papers handed to her, pulled her pen out of her pocket and yelled “NEXT!”As the guards split the line, licenses in hand, she heard from the person next to her “How’s it going?”She quickly glanced over, recognizing that voice in a sort of “blast from the past” moment.
Looking to the next person in line, she kept working while talking. Normally, she couldn’t do that, but all she had to do was look at the license, write down the name, and continue to the next person. Wasn’t that hard.“Hey Phil. I’m doing great. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. How have you been? NEXT.”
With his eyes on the task at hand, he replied, kind of distracted. “Yeah, I’ve been busy with my other job. I’m working for one of the promoters.” He winked at her. “Discretion dictates I can’t tell you which one.” Angie felt herself grow green with envy.
“Wow, that’s incredible.” She managed to squeak the words out. Phil’s face burst into a grin of pure amusement.
“Then why,” he broke away from the sign ins to briefly face her, “do you look like you want to rip my eyes out?” As she looked at him, she couldn’t help but look at his eyes, and she was hit with the full force of those eyes, and found herself drowning in their hazel depths. She quickly looked away, and continued signing people in.
She had forgotten about the “Young” eyes. Both Phil and his brother Craig, who otherwise looked nothing alike, had these gorgeous hazel/brown eyes that were constantly deep pools of expression. It was always hazardous for her to look into either set. She realized that he was still waiting for an answer.
“C’mon Phil. You know getting into music promotion is my dream.”He laughed and patted her thigh. His touch set off a reaction in Angie that could only be described as nuclear. Her heart rate jumped a thousand per cent, her skin felt like it was on fire, her pussy grew moist, her tits became alert, and her breathing grew shallow. For that one moment in time, with Phil’s hand on her leg, Angie felt more turned on than she had in, what seemed like, forever.
Phil removed his hand, but not before trailing his fingers down to her knee. “Don’t worry Angie, I won’t forget you. Remember, you’ve got low friends in high places – ME – and it’s not who you know,”“it’s who you blow.” Angie completed the oft-quoted show biz mantra. “Just remember that.” He said and winked again.
Flustered, she looked up for the next person in line, only to discover that everyone was signed in. She could hear Randy giving the pre-show talk that preceeded deployment.
She pushed her chair back, reluctant to end contact with Phil. She didn’t notice that he was doing the same, and when they stood up they were nose-to-nose. Well, nose to chest anyway as Phil had a good four inches in height on her. She gazed up at those beautiful eyes, and her gaze went to his lips. All she had to do was stretch her neck up one inch…`One inch away from paradise.’ She thought to herself. The tip of her tongue slipped over her lips, and they automatically parted. Time seemed to stop. Phil moved his head in slowly, Angie’s eyes began to close and“PHIL! Front and center!” Randy’s voice penetrated the cocoon of sexual longing that had enveloped her. Phil snapped back to reality. He moved past her, his hand brushing against her crotch area, his arm lightly rubbing against her nipples.
After he left the trailer, Angie’s legs refused to hold her upright, and she sat back down hard. She was confused. Had she just imagined all that? Because, if he HAD felt what she was feeling, there’s no way he could turn it off like a light switch. Her crotch was wet, her nipples erect and her hormones were through the roof. No, it had to have been her sexual frustration manifesting itself in a real time fantasy (thank you Dr. Ruth). But she was still feeling the effects of the encounter. Boy, did she ever want to fuck Phil! She had to get her mind off of him and cool her body down before she spontaneously combusted. She glanced down at the sign in sheet and saw Matt’s name on Phils. Funny how he was all she could think about on the ride up, but now all thoughts of him had fled.
Outside, she heard the guys laughing and realized that she hadn’t been deployed yet. Shaking off her raging hormones, she went out to remind Randy that she was still there. When she poked her head out, he spotted her.“Oh shit Angie. Sorry. I forgot all about you.” She just tilted her head. “That’s ok. Where do you want me?” The question was directed at Randy, but she was staring right at Phil, who held her gaze with a bemused smile on his face. Randy looked at his sheet.“Well, I’ll put you at stage left, but right now they’re doing a closed sound check. So hang out here until it’s done ok?”Angie shrugged like it was no big deal, but inside she was turning cartwheels. Randy rode away on his golf cart, leaving Phil, Angie and a few others behind. Phil stayed outside shooting the shit with tour security. She sat on the steps of the trailer, leaned back on her hands and basked in the sunlight. It was hot on her face, and her skin immediately got warm. She wished she could take off her uniform shirt, but she was on the clock. So she settled for rolling the sleeves up to her shoulders. Within a few minutes, she felt the perspiration building up on her skin. She looked down and the top of her breasts shimmered. Mentally she berated herself for forgetting her sunscreen. She got up and rummaged through her bag for her Neutrogena.
After slathering it on liberally, she went back to the step, only to notice that Phil was gone. She fought a wave of disappointment, but resumed her sunbathing. Kelsey sat down beside her.
“Hey hon. How ya been? I know I’m a year late, but I’m sorry about the divorce.” She patted Angie’s knee.“That’s ok Kelsey. Onward & upward right?”
“Right.” She nodded. “And I couldn’t help but notice, “ she leaned in conspiritially, “that Mr. Phil Young was checking you out.” Angie punched her in the arm.
“Shut up. He was not……was he?” her voice sounded childishly hopeful to her own ears.“Girl, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest.”
“Kelsey, he’s a man. If there’s a set of tits around, he’s going to check them out.” Kelsey nodded, but her expression was doubtful. “Ok, if you say so…” She stood up and stretched. “Time for me to visit the girls……ummm….” She was at a loss for words staring at the port-a-potty “hut?” Angie laughed as she sauntered away. Angie sat back and thought about it. Phil couldn’t POSSIBLY be interested in her, could he? Angie refused to believe it. After all, he was cute, sexy, younger (only by a year), he was intelligent and had a great sense of humor. And then there was that dreamy smile…..Angie could feel her pussy getting hot all over again. This was too much!!! If she didn’t fuck someone soon she was going to go crazy! She started jumping up and down to expend some of her sexual energy. But it didn’t help at all.
She heard a series of thwacks coming from behind the fence leading into the backstage area. With nothing better to do, and no idea when Randy would be back to post her, she decided to investigate. Walking around the corner, she saw a couple of the roadies hitting golf balls into an empty field.She stood watching for a bit as their lean, hard bodies (sculpted from years of carting heavy equipment she was sure) coiled and released with each shot. It was beauty, it was grace, it was…..HOT. Angie shook her head to clear it. Maybe if she hit a few it would help. After all, it couldn’t POSSIBLY make it any worse.
“Hey guys.” She stood there, hands in her back pockets, shoulders back and breasts front & center. The guys looked over at her.
“Hey yourself.” One of them answered. “What can we do to, I mean, for you?” His buddy snickered, but Angie wasn’t fazed. “First one,” she said in a velvety smooth voice, “and then the other.” She winked. “As you can see, I’m with the security company, but I can’t get to my spot until sound check is over. I’m bored sitting around so I was wondering if I could hit a few with you.”
“Sure.” The talkative one held out his hand. “I’m James and the dork over there is Danny.” She shook his hand. “I’m Angie, nice to meet both of you.”
“So Angie,” James smoothly wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, his hand still grasping hers. “What’s your club of choice? Or do you need help deciding?” His arm felt good around her, but not as good, Angie decided, as wiping that condescending grin off his face. She stepped out of his arms.
“Five iron please.” Danny handed it to her, and both stood there with their arms across their chests, waiting. Angie laughed internally. If only these guys knew that she had taken golf lessons for seven years and she’d won several junior tournaments, including most promising player. She set her club face, addressed the ball, and, in perfect form – THWACK. The ball went sailing out of view. Angie looked at the two guys. Their jaws were hanging open as they slowly panned from the direction the ball had gone, to her. James was the first to speak.
“Wow…uh…..wow.” Angie giggled. Then the three of them continued hitting, the guys occasionally glancing at Angie in disbelief.
She had to admit, her sexual tension was ebbing away with every ball hit. But she kept glancing behind her, unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She told herself she was just being paranoid.
After about fifteen minutes, Angie set the club back in the bag. Most of her tension was gone, and she felt somewhat normal again. She thanked James & Danny and returned to the trailer, only to hear her radio squawking.
“Aw fuck.” she muttered to herself. Forgetting her radio was high up on the list of things that was sure to get her in shit with Randy. She picked it up hastily.
“Angie?” Randy’s voice came over the radio. “Go for Angie.” She spoke into the mic.“Where the hell have you been?” She thought quickly. “Sorry Randy. Damn battery was dead. Took me awhile before I realized it. What’s up?”
Before he could reply, Phil’s voice broke in. “Uh Randy? I’m over at the artist’s compound and there’s no guard here. Can you send me a body?”
“No guard? What about Jennifer?”
“Well, she complained too much about this position, and Tour Security decided that they want someone there who WANTS to work.” By this time, Randy had pulled up to the trailer in his golf cart. He drove up to Angie. “Ok, change of plans. You get that last transmission?” She mock-saluted. “On my way boss man.” She trekked over, walking through the area where James and Danny had abandoned their clubs in favor of lunch. They both waved to her as she sauntered through. She clipped her radio to the neckline of her shirt, causing the v to dip even further and showing more cleavage. She paused just before rounding the corner, and took a mental inventory before she saw Phil. Hair alright? Check. Make-up? She pulled her compact from her pocket and applied some lip gloss, making her lips look even more kissable. Check. Shirt? Her sleeves were still rolled up to her shoulders, and the tits were peeking through the v. Check. Shades? She pulled them off the top of her head. Check. She heard Randy over the radio, “Phil, I’m sending you a body now.” She took a deep breath and sauntered around the corner.
Phil whistled as she approached. “And what a body he sent me.” Angie was sure she blushed, but was grateful that her face was already sun kissed from earlier, so it blended in.
“Ok Phil.” She spoke boldly, even though her voice was shaking. “Your body is here. Proceed with your other, more important duties.” He laughed, and put his arms around her in a big bear hug. “God I missed you.” When he released her, Angie prayed that he wouldn’t notice her erect nipples or feel the warmth radiating from her whole fucking body. So much for getting it under control. She was back to where she started from; incredibly turned on, her thong was soaking wet, and there was NOTHING she could do about it.
“Yeah, I missed you too.” She watched him walk away, admiring the way his shorts hugged his ass, and his firm calves. He turned and caught her staring.
“I’ll be back to check on you.” And winking at her, he disappeared around the corner. ‘Ok Angie,’ she thought to herself. `Think COLD thoughts: ice, snow, skiing, skating, Barry Manilow….’ To distract herself from thoughts of Phil’s ass, and everything that went with it, she studied the artists’ compound. It was actually a cute little area. Two buildings set across from each other, each in an arc. There were four rooms in each, plus a ladies room and shower facility on one side, and the men’s on the other. In the center were a large grassy area and three or four picnic tables. She was momentarily distracted from her issues by the sight of the lead singers’ children playing catch, and the wives standing back watching with motherly pride. Angie glanced at her watch and sighed – only 12:30? It was going to be a long day.
As the hours went by, she could hear the sounds of the crowd gathering. She couldn’t believe how many people were there. Fortunately, she was behind the stage area, so she didn’t have to deal with any of it. The crowds at these shows could get insane. Since they were general admission, there was always a problem with “they took my seats” and the like. Plus, most of them were going to be in their teens. She found she didn’t have the patience for the younger set at the shows anymore. God, if she was like that at their age, no wonder her mom went prematurely gray.
At 7:30, seven hours after she had assumed her position, and only two Phil sightings, she had gone through four bottles of water, her last two sitting at her feet. However, George, who had somehow managed to secure a roaming position (in a golf cart no less), had been by three times to bring her more sunscreen, food and water. Tour security was a hottie by the name of Jason, who had biceps that were almost as big as Angie’s head. He had checked on her more than Phil had, and commended her on her professionalism. That made her feel so good – she usually didn’t get compliments from anyone when it came to work. She could hear the crowd go crazy, as the opening band took the stage. Angie took a deep breath. There was a light breeze wafting through the compound, which was a nice change from the suffocating heat that had plagued them all afternoon.
She fanned herself with her hand, realizing almost immediately how futile that gesture was. Reaching down, she grabbed one of the bottles of water, removed her radio and slowly poured it over her head. The breeze on her wet skin caused her flesh to pebble, and of course, her nipples to go erect. She just chuckled to herself. Well, they had spent most of the day that way – they were used to it. She shook her head to clear the excess water, and separate her curls from her head.As the band played on, the sun was beginning to set. Angie had to admit that the band wasn’t half bad. Not her taste, but still pretty decent.
It was 8:30 when the opening band finished their set, and 8:40 when the band and crew said their goodbyes (both James and Danny slipping her their email and phone numbers), loaded onto the busses and left the park, on their way to the next tour stop. Angie was happy, as that cut her job in half. Now she only had to worry about one band and their families and crew. Fortunately the compound would be empty for the show. The wives, after the first song, would put the kids to sleep on the family busses and then go to the bands bus for drinks for the rest of the night. She was curious as to why they didn’t watch the show. Their response was “Honey, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” So, by Angie’s count, after the show, she only had to wait for nine people to evacuate the compound. And, in the mean time, for the two hours the band was onstage, she could give her aching feet a rest.
So, after the first song, Angie said good night to the kids and their moms, who invited her to the bus to have a few with them – an invitation she hated to decline. As soon as they were safely on the bus, Angie turned into the compound and practically collapsed on one of the picnic tables.
Angie came to the conclusion, that spending all night drinking and dancing and then working a fifteen hour shift on her feet was probably not the best idea she’d ever had. And made a mental note to NEVER do it again, no matter how much Randy begged or bugged.
As comfortable as lying face down on a wooden table was, Angie moved herself to a sitting position, with her feet on the seat. She laid her head and arms on her knees and closed her eyes momentarily.
All of the sudden, she felt hands on her shoulders. She raised her head with a start. “Ssshhhh.” Someone whispered behind her. A hand gently guided her head back down. She moaned in appreciation as the silent stranger started to massage her tense shoulders.
After the wonderful machinations of their hands had lasted for another two songs, Angie felt a pair of legs encircle her. She still wasn’t sure if the person was male or female (not like it mattered) until she felt an enormous erection pressed against her ass and lower back.
Angie really wasn’t sure what to do. So she did what came naturally. She leaned back against his chest and sighed. “Thank you. That was amazing.” The whisper came once more. “I’m not finished yet. Put your head down.” Angie obliged. She was expecting more of the same exquisite treatment she had just received, but instead she felt a gentle shiver as his fingers traced a random pattern on the back of her neck. She let out a little moan. She could feel his hands tugging at her uniform shirt. She was apprehensive. As much as she hated to spoil the mood, she spoke.
“I can’t do this. If any of my supervisors come by….” The voice interrupted. “I can guarantee that they won’t be bothering us.” And in one deft motion, he removed her shirt, leaving her in her tank top.
“That’s better.” He whispered and leaned in, running his hands down her arms and kissing the back of her neck. He traced along her collarbone with his lips.
Angie’s thong was sopping wet for the umpteenth time that day. Her poor cunt was aching for some action, but she wasn’t bold enough to say anything to him. It was just too much fun to wait to see what he had in store for her. She only hoped he was right about no supervisors bothering them, because she couldn’t make herself say stop now, even if she wanted to.
His hands held hers for the briefest of seconds before moving to her waist, and sneaking up the front of her shirt. He cupped her tits through her bra, which was a little disappointing as it had extra padding. But before she could say anything, he had figured it out on his own, and seconds later, his hands were under the cups.
Angie moaned louder in ecstasy. He tweaked her nipples until they were the hardest they’d been all day. She shoved back hard against his cock. He pushed back. Unable to take the suspense anymore, she spoke. “Who are you?” and tried to turn around. He stopped her. “Ok,” he whispered. “Close your eyes.” She obliged and felt him move from behind her. In mere seconds, she felt his strong hands on either side of her face as he drew her in for one of the most animalistic, passionate kisses she’d ever experienced. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, brushing up against her teeth, and outlining her lips. His mouth crushed hers and her hands moved to tangle in his hair as she tried to pull him closer. As he pulled away, she was left breathless. She managed to hear him over the pounding of her heart.“Now open your eyes.” She did, slowly, and was in a total shock when she saw those gorgeous Young eyes staring into hers.
“Phil?” she whispered in disbelief.
“C’mon Angie. You can’t tell me you don’t want this. You’ve been undressing me with those bedroom eyes of yours since the day we met.”Angie stuttered “You, you noticed?”
He moved closer to her, his breath hot on her cheek as he spoke in her ear, “Of course. How could I not?”
“Well, I just didn’t think I was your type. I figured you ignored me, just like everyone else does. Or at least you were just flirting to be friendly.”
“Nah. I’ve wanted to fuck you since our first crowd management class. Remember, I sat behind you and played with your hair?” Angie thought back, and all she could remember from that class was being incredibly hung over from Teresa’s birthday the night before.
But she couldn’t break the connection, so she told a little white lie. “Yeah, but I thought that you knew I was hung over and were just busting my chops.” He laughed, a low rumble that set her knees quaking. “Well, ok, that too. But I wanted you – even told Craig that one day I’d have you.” Angie blushed at that. No wonder Craig had always looked at her funny. “Well, enough of that.” She looked at him with a bemused smile on her face. “Where were we?”
“I believe right here.” And once more, he kissed her passionately. Her arms climbed around his neck, and she put all of herself into it. All her hearts desires for the last three years – the want, the need, the desperation. Her tits rubbed up against his shirt, the abrasiveness causing incredible sensations to run through her body.
“Oh Phil. This had been way too long coming.” She whispered mischievously. She pulled away long enough to rip her tank top over her head and unhook her bra. When she was naked from the waist up, she made a grab for his shirt. He danced away. “Uh uh lady – I don’t think so.”She stood on the bench.
“Oh, so YOU can get ME naked, but I can’t get you naked. Is that how you’re playing this game?”
“Oh no, I plan to get naked, just not quite yet.” He walked towards her again, and grabbed her around the waist, burying his face in her cleavage. He kissed her breasts all over, and lightly licked her nipples. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. No way was she going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure until she saw some skin on him.
He grinned at her, as if he could read her mind. He lifted her off the bench, and lay her down on the grass, where he continued his oral assault on her chest. Her body betraying her, Angie fought to keep silent, until there was no choice but to whimper in pleasure. His hands found the button on her shorts, and he took them down, leaving her lying there under the stars clad only in her thong, which, thanks to everything she’d been through today, was useless in keeping her excitement in place, and her inner thighs were slick with her juices. Phil ran a finger down the inside of her leg, and it came away glistening. “Hot today?” he asked innocently. Angie tried to take a swat at him, but it just wouldn’t work. As he was kissing down her thighs, he was removing her thong as well. He reached her mound, and as she was anticipating feeling his lips on hers, he raised his head.
“You know, I was watching you with the roadies. You have one hell of a swing.” She remembered that feeling that she was being watched. “So you were the culprit. I had a feeling that someone was staring at me. Thought I was paranoid.” He shook his head. “No hon. I’m always watching you.”
And with that, he opened her with his fingers and slowly inserted one into her pussy, proving that he was in fact, watching her. Her eyes shut in ecstasy. After her whole day of being so sexually frustrated, to finally have something inside her was fantastic – especially since it was Phil. He entered a second finger, and she almost exploded on the spot. She moaned, and a third finger joined in. As he started fucking her with his fingers, she knew that at any given moment, she would cum. She tightened her muscles around his fingers and began grinding her hips. Phil removed the fingers. “Oh no, not yet. We haven’t had any fun.” Leaving her lying there, he brought his mouth to her cunt and began flicking at her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. Spirals of heat radiated through her body and she shot into the stratosphere. She came within a matter of seconds.
Phil emerged from between her thighs. “Hey, I didn’t know you were that easy.” He teased.
Angie leaned up on her elbows, her blood still roaring in her ears. “I’m usually not, but since I saw you this morning, all I’ve been able to think about is fucking you. It’s put my poor pussy in quite the predicament.” He chuckled. “Well, since this morning all I’ve been able to think about is fucking you, and watching you cum for me. I’ve seen it once, but I’d like to see it again. This time, I want to feel it too.” With that, he stood up, took off his shirt, showing off his newly slimmed down abs, and removed his shorts and boxers. Angie’s eyes widened at the thickness of his cock.
“Oh my fucking …. Wow.” She couldn’t say much more than that. She rose to her knees and looked up at Phil. “Honey, I’ve just GOT to get that into my mouth.” Eyes twinkling, he replied “Be my guest.” And sat down on the bench. Angie knelt in front of him, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tips eased down it, while her tongue circled the head. She began bobbing up and down, taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could without gagging. Using her nails, she traced a line up and down the shaft, and began playing with his balls. She heard a gasp from Phil and looked up briefly to see his eyes closed and head thrown back in a perfect portrait of a man being serviced. She smiled to herself and kept on sucking. She alternated between sucking and licking, and threw a few nibbles along the head and shaft for good measure. She closed her own eyes and tried to remember the last time she had really enjoyed giving a blow job. It had been awhile – she didn’t even give Matthew one. She gave Dalton a few, but she wouldn’t allow herself to think about that. She knew that she was going to be satisfied from THIS encounter.
Her jaw was getting tired, so Angie quickly stood up, straddled Phil on the bench, and impaled her soaking wet pussy on his cock. He filled her up immediately and his eyes opened in unexpected pleasure. She began moving up and down on his prick, starting slowly, and maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes sparkled as they developed a rhythm, and his hands strayed to her hips, keeping her in time with him. A thin sheen of perspiration covered both their bodies, a result of both the weather and the heat between them. Angie rode him like a wild woman, the moon sending down a light that was both romantic and mysterious. But romance and mystery were out the window at that moment. All either of them cared about was getting each other off.
Angie felt the familiar tension in her thighs that told her she was doing a good job – and for once it was appreciated. She smiled to herself. And it was at that moment that Phil opened his eyes and saw it.“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” Her breath was coming out in pants. “Just really enjoying myself. How about you?”
“Honey, it’s all I thought it would be, but it can be better.” Angie was really curious at that. “And how, may I ask?”
“Like this.” And with that, Phil stood, supporting Angie’s weight and keeping himself inside her. Turning, he laid her on the top of the table. As she looked up at him, she was able to see the stars too. Well, she wanted romance and great sex. She got the great sex – too bad romance couldn’t follow. She smiled again, and followed it with a chuckle.
“Ok, this time you’re telling me what it is.”Angie decided to fib. “Well, I was just thinking about how great the perks are at work now. And I’m NOT talking catering.”
“You want perks? You’ve got one coming.” With that, he thrust herself into her cunt hard, causing her to cry out. “Oh, too hard
No, just perfect. Don’t stop Phil.”
“Not to worry. I couldn’t now, even if I wanted to. Your pussy is everything I thought it would be. And that mouth of yours! Honey, we could make a fortune with a video camera.”
She wondered how he could talk and fuck her senseless at the same time. It was taking all her energy to keep herself in the same orbit as Phil. Her pussy muscles were contracting hard, and his huge cock kept causing her to cry out. She loved it good and hard, and Phil was both. He knew how to fuck – no doubt about that.
Phil was trying to keep it together. But Angie’s face was priceless. She was really enjoying herself. Phil wasn’t sure how long it had been since her divorce, but it had been a REALLY long time since she’d had a good fucking. She did this thing with her lower lip that drove Phil crazy. She’d lick at it with the tip of her tongue, and then bite it gently with her top teeth. It was the sexiest face he’d ever seen. Her gorgeous tits were bouncing all over the place, and her thighs were clamped around his waist. This was the best sex Phil had had in awhile. By no means did he expect this when he came into work today. He didn’t even know she was on the schedule. But when he touched her leg today, an electric jolt shot through him, and he knew she felt it too. He HAD to have her. She’d been on his mind all day. He couldn’t risk being around her until he knew that there was time for them to either fuck or make out for a bit. That’s why he hardly checked on her today. Just then, the radio crackled to life. Damn, could Randy’s voice EVER spoil a mood.
“Phil?” He grabbed the radio from next to Angie.“Go Randy.”
“Yeah, have you given Angie a break yet?” Phil and Angie both grinned. “Yeah Randy. Don’t worry – she’s been taken care of.” Angie suppressed her laughter.
“Alright then. Just make sure to cut her at the end of the show.”
“No problem.” He put the radio down, and buried his head in her cleavage in laughter. But that didn’t kill the mood. Instead, Angie pulled his head to her nipples and he began sucking on them, still fucking her for all he was worth. Angie moaned. “Oh Phil. C’mon, make me cum again.”
“AGAIN? How many is….”
“Oh, we’re going on four now. NOT including the wonderful way you ate my pussy earlier.”
Phil groaned. “What kind of talk is that? And if you keep it up, I’m not going to last much longer.”Angie grinned wickedly. “REALLY? Well, let me just say that the way your tongue flicked my clit drove me wild. You ate my pussy so good and you made me cum so hard, that I thought I’d split apart. And your cock fills my cunt so well, it’s like it was made to be there. I’m just loving how hard you’re fucking me….”
Phil slammed into her harder than he had been, and she almost screamed. He could feel his orgasm building and at that moment, like fate had timed it, fireworks went off for the show, just as Phil pulled out and jacked his cock fast, so that his cum went all over Angie’s tits. She was mid-cum when he pulled out and was about to groan in disappointment, when her eyes caught the movement, and in fascination, she watched as he masturbated. Her hand went to her pussy and played with her clit until her own orgasm subsided.
She crawled off the table to collapse next to Phil on the grass. They watched the rest of the fireworks in silence. Phil leaned over and kissed her hard.“That was definitely worth waiting for. Interested in a repeat performance sometime?”Angie nodded. “Just say the word.”
“How about tonight on the ride home? I can send Craig back on the bus with the others.”
“Baby, you can drive me anywhere, at anytime.” They both climbed to their feet as Phil looked at the time. “SHIT! I’m supposed to be at the trailer for sign outs soon.”
They started getting dressed. “I’ll see you at the end of the night.” He gave her a light kiss on the mouth and tweaked her sore nipple.
As he walked away, Angie looked to the stars above.
She would never complain about a shift again.
George had been on his way to keep Angie company on his break. He really needed to be with a friend right now, and she'd been on his mind all day. The truth was, he didn't know how to tell her that him & Diana had broken up.
And he certainly didn't know how to tell her that he wanted her.
He was pretty sure she wanted him too. But he knew her well enough to know that her friendship with Diana would not allow her to even contemplate fooling around with him as long as they were a couple. He felt a pull in his groin as he thought of the way she looked on the way up this morning. He remembered her lips as she smiled at him, the lacivious glances she'd given Phil that he'd witnessed during sign in. Not that anyone eles would have noticed, but when you spend a lot of time watching someone, you are able to pick up on things.
He knew she was turned on. He could tell by her body language, and her aura was glowing with sexual energy. He thought he might be able to sneak a few minutes conversation with her while the show was on, so he had ditched his roam partner at the mixer and swung back to the artists compound to see her.
Which is how he wound up parked outside the fenced in area, watching as Angie writhed around on the ground, Phil's face between her thighs. His cock was amazingly hard, and he glanced furitively around. What would the harm be in jacking off? No one was around, well, except for the two in front of him, and they were so engrossed in eachother that they'd never notice him in a million years.
He unzipped his shorts and pulled his throbbing cock out. The cool, night air caressed it and cooled it briefly. As he adjusted himself in the cart for the best possible show, his hand crept to the shaft and he began stroking it lazily. Angie cried out in ecstasy as Phil's tongue brought her to orgasm again and again. The sound of her voice increased the speed of his hand. He allowed his eyes to drift closed as he imagined that he was the one making her cum that way. His pressure increased and he realized that he'd miss a lot of the show if he got off now. His stroking slowed to a crawl, and his pressure lightened up. Then Phil stood up and shucked off his clothing. Even George was impressed with the solid nine inches that stood out proudly in front of Phil.
Angie was on her knees in a heartbeat, and had that monster in her mouth rather quickly. George groaned as he realized that he desperately needed her lips around HIS pole. He watched in envy as she deep throated Phil and he could hear her slurping sounds from his position. Once again, the stroking on his cock increased in speed and pressure, causing him to breathe a little heavier, and a lot faster.
God, the build up was incredible. He'd given up on jerking off for awhile. And the last time he'd been with Diana - well, it was too long for someone who was used to getting it on a regular basis. He wondered if Angie would swallow......
But it didn't look like he'd get a chance to find out. Her head came up, and she scrambled to impale herself on Phil's cock. George watched as her lucious tits bounced in front of Phil's face. His hand moved in rhythm with her body, his body imagining what it would be like to be inside her, to feel her hot pussy wrapped around his prick. He saw her big brown eyes widen in surprise as Phil stood up, managing somehow to keep her on his pole. Phil laid her on the table and began pumping in and out of her furiously. George's hand changed to match Phil's pace - hard, hot and fast, he could feel his cum building up in his balls.
Biting his lip to keep from making a noise, George increased the speed of his hand until his shaft pulsed and he let loose a long stream of cum that hit the bushes. He didn't relax though, not wanting to miss the moment when Phil made Angie cum again. His softening member lay outside his shorts, as he watched Phil manipulate her clit as well as fuck her senseless. As she came with a cry, and Phil convulsed, George grinned.
Yep, he was going to get her, and he was going to fuck her good. He wondered about the ride home on the bus tonight.....
©April 2006 (revised April 2007)
What a great Saturday! He sat back in his chair and gazed at his computer monitor. With only two weeks to go before Christmas, he probably should be out shopping, so he could avoid the last minute mall rush, but it was his only day off since moving to Miami, and all he wanted to do was chill out, chat with some friends online, and maybe make some chicken and ribs.
He stood up and stretched, and his gaze rested upon his CD collection – maybe some music to go with the day. What should he listen to? Christmas tunes? Some vintage Stones? Or something harder?
Harder huh? Just thinking that word made him hard. He groaned – not again. It seemed like since moving to Miami he had been in a constant state of horniness. Being a recent transplant from Boston, he really didn’t know anyone with whom he could have a discreet fling, just to get his rocks off. He gingerly touched his cock – and winced. He’d been beating the meat so often, he was worried it might actually fall off. He glanced at his computer, wondering, hoping, that maybe SHE would be online.
SHE was actually Angell, a woman he’d met online. She was feisty, she was sweet, she was strong, and she was very fond of cyber sex. He smiled at the memory of the last time he’d helped her get off online. And groaned once again as his cock twitched. What the hell – The Stones it would have to be. He put the CD’s in the player and hit random. Wandering back over to his computer, he logged into his account, and checked, and was disappointed not to see her there. She was hardly ever on her Yahoo chat. But he could always count on her for an email. He sat down to type one out to her, just to see how she was…and maybe to arrange a little web cam time.
His erection stabbed into his stomach as he leaned forward. He glanced down at it – what the hell was he supposed to do? Jerking off held no more appeal for him anymore – he’d visited that well too often. But what were his other options?
Cold shower. That was the only thing that could possibly help him. Maybe pictures of Betty White naked…..nope, cold shower it would have to be. He stripped down to his birthday suit, and turned on the shower. Just as he was about to step in, the door chimes sounded. He gazed up at the sky – figures.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he headed downstairs to answer it. He glanced through the window. It was a woman, but her back was to him. His gaze traveled over her, from the top of her flaming red hair, down her ample – but luscious – hips and ass, and then down to a pair of legs that would stop traffic. Encased in retro-style heels with ankle straps, his mouth watered at the sight of her. But who was she?
He cracked open the door. “Hello?” his voice was huskier than usual. The vision in front of him turned around and smiled.
Like a divine apparition, his Angell, somehow, was in Miami. His jaw almost hit the floor. She gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes, and her bright red lips curved up in a seductive smile. “Aren’t you going to invite a girl in?”
Still dumbfounded, he stepped aside to allow her to pass, and as she did, she ran her palm over his cheek. She took it upon herself to start upstairs, and he followed, locking the door, and locking his gaze on her swinging hips. He wanted to ask her what she was doing there; he wanted to ask her a million things. But all he could do was follow her up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, she gazed at her surroundings, and nodded. “Nice.” Removing her coat, she tossed it on his computer chair, over top of her bag, and stood there, slowly running her hot gaze all over him. She gestured with a toss of her head to the bathroom. “Did I interrupt something?”
He remembered the shower, and hastily went to turn it off. “No, no. I was just, well; I needed something to cool me off.” He paused a second to take in all of her. She was dressed in a forties inspired dress, black with little capped sleeves and red trim on the V that led down to her delicious cleavage. The dress ended just below her knees, and she was wearing fishnet stockings. Her make up was impeccable – smokey eyes, full red lips that were made for sucking cock, and a come hither stare that made him shiver.
She was slowly moving towards him. “Oh? And why is that?” She reached him in a matter of steps, and lightly ran a nail down the front of his chest. Her sudden appearance still had him poleaxed, and he wasn't sure what to do. Then, his brain said to hell with it. His arms moved to encircle her. “Cuz Angell, I was thinking of you.” With that, he captured her mouth with his and thrust his hips against her. This was their first actual physical contact and he wanted to make sure she remembered it. His left hand entangled in her hair, and his right held her tight to him around her waist. His tongue darted around in her mouth, and he almost came right there. She tasted like cherry and toothpaste. She smelled of fire and ice, of lust and wanting.
Her arms wound around his neck, pulling his head in closer. She began making little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat that drove him crazy. She had to be insane, she thought to herself. She had a husband back home – she hadn’t even told him she was coming to Miami! She’d made up some excuse about going up north for the weekend, and instead had headed down south – out of the country even! But oh boy – was this worth it. She’d waited months to kiss him like this, waited to feel his arms around her. But what she was really waiting for … she put her hand on the front of his towel, feeling his hardness through it. Her fingers traveled from the bottom of his shaft, up, up to the head, and she gasped at the length.
He pulled back long enough to chuckle. “It’s bigger than it looks on camera huh?” She nodded, licking her lips. She backed away from him slowly, reluctantly, and turned to her bag. He watched in appreciation as she bent over to retrieve something. She straightened up, and turned around. What was in her hands almost made him cum right there on the spot. She was carrying a pair of handcuffs, a whip, a blindfold, body oil, and a CD.
“I figured, if I was going to come this far, I might as well make it worth my while.” She held them out. “As much as I love Mick & the boys, this CD would be a hell of a lot better. Where would you like the rest of this? And then, where would you like me?”
He turned towards the CD player and replaced the disc. The sounds of Def Leppard filled the room. He closed his eyes for a second. This was just too much. He silently thanked whatever force had brought her into his life. Oh, this would be worth her while. His voice suddenly went hard and cold.“On your knees. Here.” He pointed to a spot in front of him. She meekly obeyed. As she knelt, she put her hands behind her back, and her head down, just like a good sub should.
“Eyes on the prize honey.” Her head came up and her eyes and mouth were level at his crotch – just perfect. He slowly removed his towel, watching her eyes grow wider with every movement. He chuckled. The one thing he always knew about himself was that his size was impressive, but his use of it was even better. Now, with her on her knees, his cock was at full attention and he couldn’t wait to feel those luscious lips around him.
He gripped the base, and stroked it once or twice, just for show. Placing it at her lips he commanded “Open up, and suck my cock.” She closed her eyes in ecstasy at the sound of that word - she loved it rough and dirty. At full capacity, his dick was almost too big to fit into her mouth. She gobbled as much of him as she could, and began bobbing up and down, slowly at first. It popped out of her mouth, and she dipped her head to lick at the base, and tickle his balls with her lips. Her hands were still behind her back, and he relished in the fact that she understood the game. He placed one hand on the back of her head, forcing her to suck him again, and setting the pace. Her lashes fluttered as she fought between enjoying the experience with her eyes closed and keeping them open to gaze in fascination at the largest prick she’d ever seen.
He was torn – did he want her to swallow his cum, did he want to splash it all over that pretty dress, or did he want to wait until he was inside her? His balls tightened at the thought of those lips swallowing his rather large load, and then figured what the hell? He’d be good for another round soon enough, and in the meantime, there were the toys she’d brought – and the ones he already owned. He pulled her off for a brief minute, forcing her head up so she looked right at him. He almost lost it right there and then. Her hair was mussed up, her eyes glowing with lust, her chest heaving and her lips were sparkling with pre-cum and saliva.
His voice caught in his throat, and he almost choked on the words (and how sexy would that have been). Instead, he managed to keep his voice low “Now, listen you little minx, I’m going to cum, and you are going to swallow every last drop. If you miss even one, I will send you on your way without ANYTHING. You get it? AND,” he stopped her as she was about to speak, “you do not speak unless I tell you to.” Her mouth closed, and she nodded. Guiding her mouth back to his waiting cock, he felt her warm breath, her soft lips, felt every inch of him slide in and out of her hot little mouth. As his balls tightened, signaling to him that he was almost to the point of cumming, he closed his eyes.
As he felt himself explode, he glanced down. He could see that milky white throat working, and could feel her suction on the head. It seemed like an eternity went by before she released his now limp cock, and remained on her knees, hands behind her back, head down.
He shook his head in amazement. He was one lucky bastard. “Stand up.” As she did so, she wobbled a bit on her heels. He caught her in his arms, and just held her for a moment. Lowering his head to hers, he whispered, “Get out of that dress.” She stepped back, and slipped it right up over her head. Despite just having cum a few minutes earlier, his groin stirred again. All she was wearing underneath was a black push up bra, and her thigh high stockings. No underwear to be found.
“Get on the bed.” His voice sounded strangled. She crawled onto the bed backwards, and lay there, propped up on her elbows, her legs up and crossed. He leaned over and grabbed her handcuffs. Then he went into his closet and brought out the silk scarves he had in there, for just such an occasion. The song on the CD switched to another Def Leppard song. He listened for a second.
“Wait. This is the song you told me you always think of me when you hear. ‘Animal’.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement. He didn’t need to hear her answer – it was on his play list after she told him that months ago. He changed his mind.“Get up. Dance for me.”She obeyed, as he knew she would. Damn, but she was good at this. He sat on his computer chair, and held her dress around his cock. She started grinding in time to the music, moving her hips in ways that showed him exactly what she’d be like in bed, and he couldn’t wait until the dance was over to get her there. But how much fun would the game be if he gave in so easily? She sashayed over to the chair in time for the chorus.
I’ve got to feel it in my blood…
She stood between his legs, back to him and wound down to the floor.
I need your touch, don’t need your love….
She stood up and whipped around, her hair flying behind her
And I want….
She thrust her ample tits in his face
And I need….
She slowly sank down, all the while keeping her eyes on his
And I lust….
She slid herself backwards, and began touching her freshly shaved pussy. The warm scent of her sex filled the air in the room. Her fingers slid expertly between her lips and she teasingly inserted one finger into her dripping snatch, removed it, and put it to her lips.
“Stop.” His voice was hoarse. She stalled in mid movement. He stood, studying the picture in front of him. He wanted to remember this moment. Her on the floor, legs splayed at her sides, one hand supporting her, the other at her mouth, her lips – both sets – glistening with moisture. “Get up.”
She slowly got to her feet, and kept her gaze at the carpet. Oh yes, he was going to have fun with her. “Back on the bed.” She didn’t hesitate, going back to the position she had been in originally. He once again brought the handcuffs forward, and the silk scarves.“Put your hands behind your head.” She did so, trying not to smile. She knew how to play the game. He cuffed her hands together, and strung the scarf through the middle. Tying the scarf to a carefully concealed hook behind the almost non-existent headboard, he straddled her briefly. His hands came down on her breasts and he roughly squeezed them. She bit her lip to keep from moaning from that brief contact. Her nipples stood out, begging to be touched, begging to be sucked. He could tell that she was hot. He knew she wanted him. Removing himself from her body, he knelt next to her. His lips brushed her ear, causing a shiver to go through her. Harder to Breathe by Maroon Five came on the stereo, and the pulsating beats gave him a good idea as to why this song was on there.
“This is what’s going to happen. YOU are going to lie very, very still and don’t make a sound. IF you move a muscle, if you make one noise, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing, and just take care of myself. Do you understand? You may answer.”
“Yes sir.” Her voice was soft, almost reverent. He nodded his approval, and bent his head once more. This time to suck her nipples, which stood up against the rasping of his tongue as if begging for more. He could feel her muscles straining as she tried to stay completely still. He grinned to himself. This was going to be more fun than he ever imagined. He suckled them roughly, while slowly brushing her thigh. His hand got nearer to her steaming cunt with every stroke. He knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling – somehow he knew her responses like he knew his own. He could feel her tightly coiled muscles, and he knew that as soon as he allowed her to, she would unleash all the power, lust and passion that were concealed there. She loved to be a sub, to a degree. Today, she was playing by his rules, and she was doing it for him.
As lovely as her tits were, and he was enjoying sucking them immensely, he felt he needed to torture her a little more. He reached behind him, to find the blindfold she’d brought. He slipped it over her eyes, and she felt a thrill run through her as she was enveloped in darkness. But suddenly, with the darkness came cool air. There was no heat around her, which means he had moved somewhere else in the room. She felt strangely alone. Her ears perked up at every sound. She wanted to change position, but she dared not move.
“What else is in your little bag of tricks Angell?” It was the first time he had spoken her name, and she loved to hear it. It was one of the things that had attracted to her to him. She got wet whenever she heard his deep baritone saying her name. “You may answer.”
“Thank you sir.” Again, her voice was quiet, and deferring. “I brought a change of clothing, complete with corset, underwear, stockings and another dress. I also brought my camera, and a book. I hope that nothing offends sir.”
She could sense the grin on his face. She was being incredibly obedient. “No, nothing offends. But you left something out. Why would you forget about this eleven inch dildo you brought along? Answer!”
“I’m sorry sir. It slipped my mind sir.”
“Well, we can make sure that never happens again. Now, spread your legs.” He growled. She obliged. She felt the feather touch of another of the silk scarves between her thighs, and he brushed it against her pussy. She heard the squelch of her oil bottle, and the sounds of something being lubed up. Suddenly her pussy was being stretched wide by the head of that dildo. Her eyes opened wide under the blindfold, and her mouth turned into a perfect oval.
This was too good an opportunity to pass up. He arranged her on the bed at an angle so that he could still fuck her but she could suck his cock. He placed the head by her mouth and moaned in pleasure as she immediately began sucking. As he continued to pummel her slit with that dildo, she managed to suck him to full hardness again. “Are you enjoying yourself? Is this good for you? You may speak.” He was barely able to speak himself through the waves of pleasure that were coursing through him. He withdrew his cock, and using his other hand, kept himself hard. Not like there were problems with that, not with this spectacle in front of him. He knew she would struggle with the dilemma of being able to express her enjoyment, but having to, no, NEEDING to stay in the game.
"Oh yes sir. This is good sir. I love this sir.” He pounded the dildo into her hard, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Drops of blood appeared on those full lips, which were now devoid of that scarlet red lipstick. From the angle above her, he gazed at the woman in front of him. Lying naked, in her full glory, all for him. His gaze lingered on her slit, which was wide open from the fucking she just got with that dildo. He moved to the bottom of the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he spread her wide for him. Her clit was engorged and huge, and just waiting to be tasted.
She gasped as she felt his tongue on her clit. And then nearly groaned aloud when he stopped. “I told you – if you made a sound I would stop and take care of myself.” He sat right by her head, and started stroking his dick. “Oh you should feel how hard I am now honey. I’d put that dildo to shame.” She could hear him jacking it, and imagined his hand sliding all over that monster between his legs that she just had in her mouth. She imagined that it would feel so much better in her pussy. She tried not to squirm, tried not to moan. She didn’t want to incur his wrath again. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be touched. She was dying for him to eat her pussy, lick her twat and make her cum all over his face.
“Do you want to touch yourself? You may answer.” His voice was low and seductive, not the harsh growl that had penetrated her ears earlier.
“Yes sir.” She gasped.
“Tell me, and use your words.”
"Yes sir. I want to touch my pussy. I want to play with my clit. I want to shove something in my hot cunt and I want to cum all over. I want to finger myself; I want to get myself off...." carried away, she finished with a whispered "sir."
"Tough." His voice was cold again. She sensed movement, and tensed up for what was next. "The only person touching that sweet cunt of yours will be me - got it? You may answer, bitch."Another shiver as she realized that they were going into the next part of the game - degradation. Her heart raced.
"Yes sir." She heard a series of clicks, and realized that he had her camera out. "Spread your legs farther." She did so, and felt him move in to take a close up of her dripping snatch. "Look at that pussy. It's so sweet, so hot. I'm sure back home all the guys you know are getting a piece of this action. I'm actually QUITE sure of it. After all, you're a little whore aren't you? Only a whore flies to a different city to fuck a guy she's only known on the internet. Right? Answer me you slut."
"Yes sir." Her voice sounded meek. Perfectly played.
"Yes sir, WHAT?"
"Yes sir I'm a whore. Yes sir, every guy I know has fucked me at least once." Tears were slipping out of the corners of the blindfold, but he knew that they were from pleasure, not pain. He wouldn't hurt her for the world.
"Now, I'm going to get a taste of what you have to offer. Same rules, only this time, every sound or movement gets you a spanking. And since I'm not interrupting my pleasure to give them to you, I'll just be mentally calculating how many you get - that whip you brought will come in very handy."His hands were on her thighs and his fingers slid down her slit as he pulled her lips apart. His breath was hot on her mound as the tip of his tongue touched her clit. A tiny whimper followed, and he looked up. She knew he was counting. As he lapped at her hole, she longed to squirm or moan, or just give some indication that she was being pleasured. But it was important to the game that she stayed still and silent. She came down here to be with him, to play by his rules. This was how to please him and she wasn't going to fuck it up.
He admired her restraint. He knew how good he was and it must have been killing her to follow the rules. His heart went out to her, but he couldn't afford compassion. She had come all this way to be with him. She tasted so sweet - he flicked his tongue against her clit again, and slid two fingers up into her. He curved them and began tapping at her G spot. He had described this technique to her over the internet several times, and she had gotten off by imagining that her fingers were his. Now she could feel the technique for real, and he could tell she was loving it.Another noise, this time a moan. He had delayed long enough. As the music switched over to Evanessence's Bring Me to Life, he dove in and began nipping her clit and fucking her with his tongue. He knew she couldn't keep still or quiet when he was doing this and he was surprised when it took her so long to writhe and to scream as she came against his face. He kept lapping at her, drinking up her juices and mentally calculating her spankings.
He emerged from between her thighs and slid up next to her. "Here. See how you taste." With that, he smashed his mouth into hers, violently kissing her and leaving her breathless. He untied her and unlocked the handcuffs. "Sit up, but leave the blindfold on." His gruff tone had a note of tenderness in it, and he realized his mistake. She sat up, a little out of sorts. Her thighs quivered and she realized that no one had ever made her cum so hard, or eaten her so completely that she lost herself. Even if he didn't fuck her, she told herself, that was more than worth the price of admission.
He sat on the bed and pulled her over his knee. She could hear the THWAP of the leather whip on his palm. "Now, you broke the rules fifteen times. That's fifteen smacks, and for every time you make a sound, there'll be one more."
He brought the whip down over her ass in one solid movement. She flinched, but to her credit didn't say anything.
Again, he brought it down, but she didn't crack. He loved watching the way it made her cheeks rosy. Thirteen more times, and he was done.Tossing the whip aside, he stood up, dumping her on the floor in the process. She heard the click again as she stood up.
"Your ass looks real nice after that." She stood again with her head down and her hands behind her back. He circled around her, wondering which would be the best way to take her. With Evanessence over, Blue Monday came on the disc, but this wasn't the 80's version. This was a new, sexier, sultry version.
"So, you can answer this one slut. Which way do you want me to fuck you? Boring old missionary style, doggy style, or would you rather me fuck you in the ass?"
"Whichever way you like it sir. I would prefer not missionary style sir, as I also find it boring." He glanced at their height. In her heels, she was at the perfect spot to fuck her standing up. "Give me your hand." She did, and he led her to the low wall next to the bed. "Brace your hands on this." She did that as well. "Now spread those legs." Once again, ever the obedient girl, she did as he commanded. His cock was so hard. He just hoped he could hold out.
He positioned himself behind her, and fingering her to make sure she was ready, he thrust into her. She bit her lip again. "Oh no sweetie. This time you get to be as loud and move as much as you want." He started rocking back and forth with her, moving in and out. His cock was hard and huge, but she managed to accommodate him. He bent his legs to get underneath her and then stood up suddenly, burying himself in her cunt to the hilt. She cried out in ecstasy.
"Oh yes Dan, FUCK ME. C'mon stud, show me what you've got in you. Oh God you're cock is so huge, oh my fucking Christ it's amazing!!" He pulled out.
She glanced over her shoulder. Her hair was a mess, her make up smudged, and her lips swollen. "What's the fucking problem?" He smacked her. As she held her cheek, he looked at her. "I said you can move and make noise. You are in NO position to question my actions." She nodded, put in her place. "I've got to see you while we do this. Over there." He gestured to the dresser with the giant mirror attached. "Brace yourself on the dresser." He silently thanked God that he had anchored the mirror securely not only to the dresser, but the wall as well. Grabbing the camera from where he had dropped it, he stood behind her again, and thrust into her. This time, he moved her hair to one side and watched her face in the mirror.
Oh to see her brown eyes go wide with desire and passion, to see those lips move in silent - and not so silent - praise and pleasure. He brought his hands around to her chest and began tweaking her nipples, pulling on them and rolling them between his fingers. She was writhing with wave after wave of cum, and he soon realized that it wasn't just because of his expert fucking. It was also because of where she was positioned at the dresser. One of the knobs was at her clit and whenever he thrust, he pushed her into it.
He grabbed the camera and took their picture in the mirror. Two or three more and he would definitely be writing to Penthouse forum. But this wasn't enough. His lust for her was unbelievable. He wanted her more; he wanted her in every position possible.
He pulled her away from the dresser, and shoved her towards the bed. "Ok slut. Now it's your turn to do some work." He lay on his back. "Get on top. Fuck my cock like it's the last one you're ever going to see. And, um, play with my balls too." He tried to sound nonchalant, but his heart was racing.
So was hers. She couldn't believe this. If she died on the way home, she would die a happy woman. He could go for hours - and so could she while she was with him. It was so wonderful not to get all excited for five minutes worth of fucking. Half the time she had to finish the job herself. She wasted no time impaling herself on his dick, and sliding up and down. She would stop at the head, and just flex her cunt muscles. She would flex them on the up and release them on the down, like she was milking him. Her hands went behind her back and fondled his balls, just like he told her to. She leaned forward and brushed his chest with her tits, and teased his lips with her nipples.
He lost track of how long she rode him. All he knew was that he had never had a pussy like this one. When she stopped, he presumed to take a bit of a rest, he flipped her over."On your hands and knees bitch. This is where it ends."
She willingly obliged. He sunk himself into her and began with long slow strokes in and out. She sighed, she moaned, she wiggled. By this time, he was too crazy with lust to care. He'd lost count of how many times he'd cum, and he was certain that he'd given her more orgasms than any man she'd ever been with. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and brought her up to his chest.
"Now, let me hear it. What are you?"
"I'm a whore." Her voice came out in rasps between thrusts. "A what? I didn't hear you BITCH."
"I'm a WHORE." she screamed at the top of her lungs while she came once again. "That's right. And whose whore are you?"
"I'm your whore. I'm your whore. I'm your whore." He knew her fingers were flying over her clit to help her cum some more. He pulled on her hair again.
"Like it rough right?" He thrust into her as hard as he could.
"Yes sir. I love it rough. May I have another?"
He thrust into her again, putting every muscle he could behind it. He was surprised when she kept asking for more. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, but he kept going. Her cunt was soaked, her cum was running down her thighs and he was ready to explode.
"Ok, listen up. I'm going to cum, and I'm going to cum inside this tight, sweet fucking cunt of yours. I am going to fill you up with cum, and when I'm done, I want you to scoop it out of your pussy with your fingers and rub it all over your tits. Got it? Answer me."
"Repeat your orders NOW."
"You're going to cum in me..."
"In your what?"
"In my tight, sweet fucking cunt. You are going to fill me up with cum, and when you're done, I will scoop it out of my pussy with my fingers and rub it all over my tits."
"That's right." And with a final thrust, he emptied his load into that pussy that he'd been fucking all afternoon. When he was done, he let her go, and sprawled in the chair. She lay on her back, and started fingering herself. When her hand was sticky with cum, she began rubbing it into her tits, like he ordered her."Suck your fingers." She did, and had he any more cum available, he would have shot his load again.
He gestured to the bathroom. "Get in the shower."
She went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and got in. He followed right behind her. He had another idea. As the water cascaded over them, causing her mascara to run in a strangely erotic way, his voice was not his own.
"I'm going to use the hand held massager on your pussy. So spread your legs. And I want you to cum, again and again and again. And honey, it would be so great to see you play with those gorgeous tits of yours while I’m doing it."
Her hands went willingly to her breasts. She pulled her nipples, massaged her mounds, all with a look of intense longing. She moaned and groaned, screamed in pleasure and whimpered in ecstasy.
"Please," she begged "Please, I can't take anymore."
"Well, tough. Cuz I can." He slammed his mouth on her again, and kissed her until they were both breathless. His prick rubbed against her leg, and she was amazed that he had this much stamina. "I'm hard again. Honey, I never want to stop fucking you." With that statement, he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and gripped him with her thighs.
He held her tight against him. Her back slid up and down the shower wall, and he was thankful that he had a non-slip coating on the floor. He nibbled on her neck, and she buried her head in his shoulder. Despite all the fucking she’d endured between both the dildo and his own massive cock, she still felt tight. His eyes rolled back at how good she felt. She screamed out loud as he made his final thrust into her, and just stayed there inside her. He could feel his cum dripping down over his rapidly softening member, and he gently set her down. Her knees buckled and he caught her as she swayed against him. He wrapped her in the fluffiest towel he had, and carried her to the bed. Drying her hair, she leaned back against him. The warmth from his body served to end the chill that was coursing through her body.
She had arrived at two in the afternoon, and it was now midnight. Ten hours of the most mind blowing sex she’d ever had. Yes, this trip was definitely worth it.
As they lay down to sleep, his arm curled around her like it was the most natural thing in the world. He whispered to her “Thanks for coming down from Heaven for me Angell.”
She replied “Thanks for having me – again, and again, and again…”