The New York subway system can be a royal pain in the ass. It seems that every time I'm in any kind of rush the damn thing breaks down. No problem, I'll just go up and grab a cab. The problem with that is that it is raining and trying to catch a cab in midtown in midday is bad enough but in the rain it is near impossible. Aw screw it. I'll get there when I get there and they go stuff themselves.
I'm Judy, a twenty six-year-old junior marketing manager for one of the Fortune 500 computer companies. I've been with his company ever since college and really love the job; and the money. Lately I've been getting more than my share of travel so I'm building a nice bank of frequent flyer miles but so far my travel has all been within the US but there is a good possibility I'll be off on a Paris/London trip a month from now. That's down the road, I have to make this meeting in the next half-hour or as the saying goes, my ass is grass. Subway failure is not an acceptable excuse with this crowd. "Anticipate" is the key word in the office. 'Think of what can occur that can negatively impact your plans and then take precautions to prevent that from happening." I waited too long to head for the meeting and that's my fault... not the subways'.
I climbed the steps from the subway platform to see a cab letting a guy out right in front of me. WOW, I jumped in and pulled the door shut and pushed down the lock button. There were two or three others standing at the curb shaking their fists at me for being so forward but screw it, this is life in the big city. I gave the cab driver my destination but it always surprises me when they can understand instructions for, as any of you who have taken a cab in NYC know, the cab drivers are every nationality, except USA.
Traffic wasn't as bad as I thought it might and I made it to the conference room with plenty of time to spare. As I walked in the door there were ten to fifteen people already gathered in little chat groups waiting for the meeting to start. I didn't know anyone and was standing there like the proverbial bump on a log when a gorgeous looking gal about my own age came over and introduced herself.
She had her hand out while saying with a big smile, "Hi, I'm Ann and am with the company you guys are trying to sell."
"Hi Ann, I'm Judy and if our top guys don't get here soon I wouldn't blame if all of you left. The meeting is supposed to start in five minutes."
"Oh don't blame anyone. They were all here a half hour ago and took our top guys for a tour of the building."
"OK, I won't fire them." I laughed.
We stood there chatting about everything but computers and found we had tons in common. We both rented apartments down in lower Manhattan and we had both graduated from Colgate. My folks live up in northeastern Pennsylvania and hers are up in New York State about thirty miles from mine. I have a younger brother and older sister and so does she. The similarities were almost uncanny. In addition to all of that I had the instant hots for her. She appeared to have a great shape and she had super smooth facial skin with an absolutely gorgeous head of brunette hair. This was going to be a tough assignment for me for I damn sure didn't want to blow the corporate deal just because I wanted to jump into the sack with her. Now I'm wondering if I can do anything with her that would move the deal along in our favor by getting closer to her in every way.
The business meeting went pretty well and Ann and I exchanged both business and home phone numbers promising to call one another after all of the business stuff died down.
She called several weeks later asking if I would like to get together for a movie or just a simple dinner in a small little family owned restaurant she had recently discovered. It was close to the theater and it wasn't expensive. Ooops, she said the magic words... good food at a reasonable price. I agreed and we met and enjoyed the movie and food and our conversation. She was a technical analyst at her company and I am responsible for pre
She came for the second time that night as her husband continued to pound away at her by now dripping pussy from behind. She loved the way he manhandled her in bed, and loved to feel dominated by him. And his much larger than average size always left her feeling well fucked and satisfied.
Jamie and Steve had been married for a little over a year. And although their marriage was a happy one, they both felt a constant threat from others who wanted them to split up. There was always any number of men scheming to get into Jamie's pants, and always a bevy of women wanting to get Steve into their beds. One of the most obvious of those women was actually Jamie's close friend Kimberly.
As Jamie was quite a bit younger than Steve, so were all her friends. They would often drop by uninvited just so they could get to stare at Steve, spend a little time chatting, and of course, flirting with him. This didn't bother Jamie. She knew her husband appreciated beautiful women like her hot friends. He paid them little attention however, and always said he only had eyes for her...but did he, she often wondered?
"NO Steve!" she screamed, as she was jolted out of her orgasm-induced stupor by the feel of his cock at the crack of her ass. He was always trying to get her to try anal sex and she was always denying him.
"Fuck my pussy some more if you want, but leave my ass alone" she told him. "I'm sorry baby, I just want to fuck your ass so badly" he caressed her perfectly round tight ass cheeks. "No Steve, I told you, you're too big!" She crawled up in bed and under the covers leaving Steve hanging, then added. "It's too bad you're not married to Kimberly, she loves it up the ass" she hissed.
She trailed off into sleep leaving Steve with his still hard cock in his hand and visions of fucking her friend Kimberly's ass in his head. He had never really fantasized about any of Jamie's friends until that moment. He stroked himself faster, and came pretty quickly. He then cleaned up and soon drifted off to sleep as well.
The following day Jamie told Steve she was going shopping and Kimberly might pass by to drop off an outfit she had borrowed. "No problem I'll be here". He had forgotten all about Jamie's comment on her friend but those thoughts quickly came flooding back when Kimberly came to the door. "Hi Steve, is Jamie home?" He stared at her for a second without speaking. She looked so innocent yet so slutty. Her face was angelic but her scant clothing told a different story. She wore a tight tank top that stopped well short of her waist, and very low-slung jeans way down on her hips accentuated her firm round ass. The strings of her thong were readily visible above the waistband of her jeans.
"Ummm, sorry Kimberly, Jamie went out shopping but you can give me her outfit and I'll make sure she gets it". "NO, that's ok, I'll wait if you don't mind" she said as she barged in past him. The little bitch was pushy too, Steve thought to himself, but he didn't protest and let her make herself at home. She walked over to the living room, and although she was a petite girl, her ass was too big for her frame but she carried it well. It almost reminded Steve of J-Lo's ass, the way her jeans were so tight and rode up her crack. She turned back to look at him and caught him staring. "You're such a naughty boy Steve, its good thing I don't tell" She chuckled. "But you owe me one".
The little bitch was playing with him. "You know Kimberly, with a body as sexy as yours and the way you dress, you must really like men staring at your ass, and fantasizing about it". She spun around to face him. "Whatever do you mean Steve?" Her voice was innocent sounding but she was betrayed by the way she batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.
"Men must want to fuck you up the ass all the time". He said salaciously, totally over-emphasizing the F sound. She subconsciously licked her lips and responded to his indecent comment. "If you're asking me if I like to get fucked up the ass, yes I do. I f
Mary Ellen cleaned up the dishes and looked out in the back yard to see where the kids were. They were playing with a wiffle ball and bat. Do I have time? she thought as the pulsing down below continued. Making her decision, she hurried up to her bedroom, quickly closing the door and turning the lock. Suddenly, she felt so naughty. It was the middle of the morning.
As she passed the mirror on the back of the closet door she stopped. She was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and old shirt. A frown crossed her pretty face as she saw herself in a different light. She reached down and pulled her baggy shorts tight and turned so that her buttocks were facing the mirror. The shorts outlined her shapely rear, her panty line showing through. Maybe some new clothes would help! she thought as stared at the contours of her backside. Then she turned this way and that, bending slightly forward. She could feel her vagina continue to pulse with excitement. So Drew drools at this? she thought and a chill ran down her spine. On impulse, she pulled the seat of her shorts upward until the seam buried between her cheeks. "Ohhh!" she moaned when she felt the material touch her "there".
She bit her lip and she felt embarrassed as she looked at the drawer where she hid her pleasure devices. Making her decision, she rushed over and searched in the back, behind her underwear and various other "toys," to find the vibrator she had bought from a mail order catalog. It was long and tapered toward the end with a battery control device. There were rounded ridges up and down the shaft. The commercial said it was ideal for anal pleasure. It was!
Mary Ellen found some lubricant and rushed over to the bed. Her hands were trembling as she stripped off her clothes. She climbed onto the bed and got onto her hands and knees. When she looked back at the closet mirror she gasped. Her buttocks were pointed straight at the mirror and her tiny anal hole was almost pulsing between her cheeks. It was so obscene... but so exciting. Quickly she lubed up the shaft of the clear blue vibrator. Without touching her vagina, she placed the tip on her anus. A moan escaped her lips as she began to press the shaft into her tight hole. She pushed her hips backward and the long shaft began to slip into her.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned as the ridges bumped past her tight sphincter. Suddenly, she began to tremble all over and a vision of her handsome neighbor came into her mind. He was kneeling on the bed behind her and he had his long penis in his hand. It was huge with a large red head that was shining with his sex juice. "Do you want me to lube it?" he asked breathlessly in her fantasy.
"No, just fuck my ass! Please!"
Another groan escaped her lips as she pressed the vibrator deep into her anal canal. She pressed the button that made it squirm. Suddenly, she could feel it vibrating and twisting deep inside her. Her eyes closed tightly as she imagined Drew sliding his large penis into her virgin ass. "Ohhhhh God," she moaned as chills ran up and down her spine. She began to pump the long vibrator in and out between her spread ass cheeks as she spread her legs even wider. The tips of her naked breasts rubbed on the cover making her nipples swell with pleasure and sent ripples though her body. Suddenly every muscle in her body went stiff as waves of pleasure began to consume her. It felt like she might pass out as the long tip of the vibrator brought on spasms deep inside her bowels. It started with little shock waves in her stomach like it always did. Then they began to grow in strength until her entire groin was electrified and her anus pulsed, squeezing the invading tool. Her vagina pulsed as well and juice dripped to the bed. She squeezed her anal muscles on the squirming vibrator and her mouth opened as if to scream. Instead of screaming though, she bit her lip hard-the kids could be in the house now. She gasped and shook as a strong climax consumed her.
Finally, the satisfied woman fell exhaustedly to the be
Princess. That's what daddy said 'Regina' meant, and that's how she was treated all her life. Having never been denied anything, she now had to ask permission to eat, drink, use the toilet or have an orgasm.
Yet she'd never felt so serene, so warmly content, so whole- as if submitting and obeying him were hard wired into her brain. Carlo's dominance filled a large empty space deep inside her.
She lay back passively while he attached a short, strong chain from the ornate, iron headboard to the cuffs on her wrists. She knew she would have plenty of time tonight to ponder the cosmic justice of a 'rich bitch' becoming the love slave of a former landscape contractor.
With her wrists securely fastened, he went to the foot of the bed, took a slim ankle in each hand, and pulled her roughly, until the chain and her arms were taut. He looked at her long slender feet with the perfect pedicure and considered a bit of foot torture, then decided against it. "The night is young" he thought to himself.
Spreading her shapely legs uncomfortably wide apart, he secured each ankle strap to more chains connected under the bed. Finally, he took two thick king size pillows, told her to lift her bottom off the bed, and pushed them under her soft smooth ass.
Stepping back he saw his little Regina awkwardly arched, small firm breasts with nipples hard and protruding, pussy with its fine downy hair thrust upward. He nodded to himself approvingly.
"Shall we begin little one?" he asked.
"Y...yes, I suppose" the trembling girl whispered.
"You don't sound very enthused my dear. What do you desire?"
"Only to please you, s...sir" she said a bit louder.
He smiled and went to get what he needed from the bathroom, in a moment he returned with a large ceramic bowl of hot water, washcloth, old fashioned shaving mug and soap, brush, and straight razor. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, but bit her lip and said nothing.
He soaked the washcloth and draped it, steaming, on her gaping crotch. "Ouch!" she yelped at the sudden sting on her delicate vulva and tried in vain to wiggle away from it.
Ignoring this, he dipped the brush in the water, put it in the mug and began swirling it around, making a thick lather. Removing the washcloth, he energetically rubbed the soap on Regina's mound, lips, down her sex almost to her anus. She was relieved to have the hot cloth off her, and it was quite pleasant to feel the warm slippery brush against her cunt and clit. Seeing her enjoyment, he continued rubbing a bit longer than necessary, but not to the point where she would cum.
As he opened the razor, the fear once again returned to her eyes, and just as she was about to speak, he began to shave her.
Carlo gently tugged the lips out and over one at a time as his skilled hands scraped the blade over the tender skin. "Be very still now my pet, I do not wish to cut you" he told the quivering girl. First one then the other labia was revealed under the thin layer of shaving cream. He worked forward and up from her tiny rosebud of an asshole to her cunt lips, scraping and wiping the blade, scraping and wiping, always sure to hold the shiny instrument so she could get a good, terrifying look at it. Finally he ended with a few deft strokes on her mound, and folded the antique razor.
Carlo didn't rush the process, loving this slow intimate time with her. It was she who grew impatient, anticipating what would come next.
He took the warm washcloth from the bowl and gently wiped the remaining lather from her crotch, the heat and the slow stroking motion fueling her arousal. Putting the washcloth down, he examined her sex closely, his face so close that she could feel his breath on her cunt, and her heart quickened with her growing desire. "Yes, pleassse..." she oozed with the urge for release.
"Almost done" he said. He produced a bottle and unscrewed the cap. As she strained to see what it was she barely got out t
He watched the bubbles spiraling upwards in the tulip glass, then pressed it to his lips and filled his mouth. The Laurent Perrier exploded in a thousand mingled flavors as it bathed his tongue.
"Can it possibly be three years?" he thought to himself.
Three years, meeting every other month, would be eighteen encounters like the one that was to follow this evening. All told, there were eighteen delicious, decadent experiences with this wonderful woman. She was his escape for what would other wise have been and ordinary life.
Each encounter escalated in intensity, each one more exhilarating, and each one more intimate than the one before. He sipped at his glass again and began to enjoy a mental slide show when the door to the bedroom opened and she walked into the room.
He could feel his face flush as she padded across the thick carpet towards him. The look on her face could best be described as playful, but with an obvious undercurrent of passion and excitement. He could feel his cock begin to swell at the sight of her.
Her long legs were cloaked in light opaque colored thigh high stockings. Her legs flickered with a slight luminescence when the light hit them just so. Her bra was a demi-cup that cradled her breasts upwards. This insured that her nipples and the top half of her areola would be exposed. The jiggling of her breast flesh as she walked inflamed him as always, and he enjoyed the display for a moment before his eyes moved slowly down her body.
Other than the hose and the bra, she remained naked. Although light in color, the hair between her thighs was full and almost the same color of her hair, a cross between strawberry blonde and a light red, and the notch at the top of her sex clearly visible and enticing.
She reached to pick up her own glass of champagne, her breasts almost tumbling free from the bra as she did, then sat at the edge of the sofa across from him. Her eyes sparkled. "You like?"
His excitement became obvious when his voice cracked slightly, "Good God! Yes baby. Now you've done your job, it's time for mine!" He closed the distance between them, bent to kiss her, and then slowly dropped to his knees.
Slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, he spread her thighs apart. He noticed the slight reflection of her moisture as he reached into his trouser pocket.
Long ago they had discovered there are many uses for a moustache trimmer other than those displayed on the box it came in. A wanton look spread across her face as she lay back, took another sip from her glass, and watched him as he went about his work. With near professional precision he traced the outline of her pubis, as if marking the boundary between innocent flesh and the object of his desire.
Satisfied with the first phase, he began running the trimmer across first her mound, then the puffy curves of her already swelling lips. He brushed the silken hair at the top of her slit upwards so it could receive equal attention, and when he was satisfied with his work, turned the razor off and set it on the cocktail table at the end of the sofa.
Wordlessly, he lifted her to standing and reached into his other trouser pocket. His hand returned to view, a coil of gold captured in his palm. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms to allow his access, one hand still holding the bubbling liquid.
He nuzzled the end of one bra cup down, exposing the whole of her nipple, then using his lips and teeth, brought it from partial to full attention. He continued to nurse on her as his hands toyed with the strand of gold. At each end was a silver clasped slipknot. He opened it just enough to slide down the length of her nipple, then pulled it taught. She gasped as she felt the pressure, not from pain, but from arousal. She took her free hand and stroked the back of his head as he repeated the procedure on her other breast.
"Sugar, you look so fucking hot! You ready for the final touch?"
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The New York subway system can be a royal pain in the ass. It seems that every time I'm in any kind of rush the damn thing breaks down. No problem, I'll just go up and grab a cab. The problem with that is that it is raining and trying to catch a cab in midtown in midday is bad enough but in the rain it is near impossible. Aw screw it. I'll get there when I get there and they go stuff themselves. I'm Judy, a twenty six-year-old junior marketing manager for one of the Fortune 500 computer companies. I've been with his company ever since college and really love the job; and the money. Lately I've been getting more than my share of travel so I'm building a nice bank of frequent flyer miles but so far my travel has all been within the US but there is a good possibility I'll be off on a Paris/London trip a month from now. That's down the road, I have to make this meeting in the next half-hour or as the saying goes, my ass is grass. Subway failure is not an acceptable excuse with this crowd. "Anticipate" is the key word in the office. 'Think of what can occur that can negatively impact your plans and then take precautions to prevent that from happening." I waited too long to head for the meeting and that's my fault ... not the subways'.
I climbed the steps from the subway platform to see a cab letting a guy out right in front of me. WOW, I jumped in and pulled the door shut and pushed down the lock button. There were two or three others standing at the curb shaking their fists at me for being so forward but screw it, this is life in the big city. I gave the cab driver my destination but it always surprises me when they can understand instructions for, as any of you who have taken a cab in NYC know, the cab drivers are every nationality, except USA.
Traffic wasn't as bad as I thought it might and I made it to the conference room with plenty of time to spare. As I walked in the door there were ten to fifteen people already gathered in little chat groups waiting for the meeting to start. I didn't know anyone and was standing there like the proverbial bump on a log when a gorgeous looking gal about my own age came over and introduced herself.
She had her hand out while saying with a big smile, "Hi, I'm Ann and am with the company you guys are trying to sell."
"Hi Ann, I'm Judy and if our top guys don't get here soon I wouldn't blame if all of you left. The meeting is supposed to start in five minutes."
"Oh don't blame anyone. They were all here a half hour ago and took our top guys for a tour of the building."
"OK, I won't fire them." I laughed.
We stood there chatting about everything but computers and found we had tons in common. We both rented apartments down in lower Manhattan and we had both graduated from Colgate. My folks live up in northeastern Pennsylvania and hers are up in New York State about thirty miles from mine. I have a younger brother and older sister and so does she. The similarities were almost uncanny. In addition to all of that I had the instant hots for her. She appeared to have a great shape and she had super smooth facial skin with an absolutely gorgeous head of brunette hair. This was going to be a tough assignment for me for I damn sure didn't want to blow the corporate deal just because I wanted to jump into the sack with her. Now I'm wondering if I can do anything with her that would move the deal along in our favor by getting closer to her in every way.
The business meeting went pretty well and Ann and I exchanged both business and home phone numbers promising to call one another after all of the business stuff died down.
She called several weeks later asking if I would like to get together for a movie or just a simple dinner in a small little family owned restaurant she had recently discovered. It was close to the theater and it wasn't expensive. Ooops, she said the magic words ... good food at a reasonable price. I agreed and we met and enjoyed the movie and food and our conversation. She was a technical analyst at her company and I am responsible for pre
She came for the second time that night as her husband continued to pound away at her by now dripping pussy from behind. She loved the way he manhandled her in bed, and loved to feel dominated by him. And his much larger than average size always left her feeling well fucked and satisfied.
Jamie and Steve had been married for a little over a year. And although their marriage was a happy one, they both felt a constant threat from others who wanted them to split up. There was always any number of men scheming to get into Jamie's pants, and always a bevy of women wanting to get Steve into their beds. One of the most obvious of those women was actually Jamie's close friend Kimberly.
As Jamie was quite a bit younger than Steve, so were all her friends. They would often drop by uninvited just so they could get to stare at Steve, spend a little time chatting, and of course, flirting with him. This didn't bother Jamie. She knew her husband appreciated beautiful women like her hot friends. He paid them little attention however, and always said he only had eyes for her...but did he, she often wondered?
"NO Steve!" she screamed, as she was jolted out of her orgasm-induced stupor by the feel of his cock at the crack of her ass. He was always trying to get her to try anal sex and she was always denying him.
"Fuck my pussy some more if you want, but leave my ass alone" she told him. "I'm sorry baby, I just want to fuck your ass so badly" he caressed her perfectly round tight ass cheeks. "No Steve, I told you, you're too big!" She crawled up in bed and under the covers leaving Steve hanging, then added. "It's too bad you're not married to Kimberly, she loves it up the ass" she hissed.
She trailed off into sleep leaving Steve with his still hard cock in his hand and visions of fucking her friend Kimberly's ass in his head. He had never really fantasized about any of Jamie's friends until that moment. He stroked himself faster, and came pretty quickly. He then cleaned up and soon drifted off to sleep as well.
The following day Jamie told Steve she was going shopping and Kimberly might pass by to drop off an outfit she had borrowed. "No problem I'll be here". He had forgotten all about Jamie's comment on her friend but those thoughts quickly came flooding back when Kimberly came to the door. "Hi Steve, is Jamie home?" He stared at her for a second without speaking. She looked so innocent yet so slutty. Her face was angelic but her scant clothing told a different story. She wore a tight tank top that stopped well short of her waist, and very low-slung jeans way down on her hips accentuated her firm round ass. The strings of her thong were readily visible above the waistband of her jeans.
"Ummm, sorry Kimberly, Jamie went out shopping but you can give me her outfit and I'll make sure she gets it". "NO, that's ok, I'll wait if you don't mind" she said as she barged in past him. The little bitch was pushy too, Steve thought to himself, but he didn't protest and let her make herself at home. She walked over to the living room, and although she was a petite girl, her ass was too big for her frame but she carried it well. It almost reminded Steve of J-Lo's ass, the way her jeans were so tight and rode up her crack. She turned back to look at him and caught him staring. "You're such a naughty boy Steve, its good thing I don't tell" She chuckled. "But you owe me one".
The little bitch was playing with him. "You know Kimberly, with a body as sexy as yours and the way you dress, you must really like men staring at your ass, and fantasizing about it". She spun around to face him. "Whatever do you mean Steve?" Her voice was innocent sounding but she was betrayed by the way she batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.
"Men must want to fuck you up the ass all the time". He said salaciously, totally over-emphasizing the F sound. She subconsciously licked her lips and responded to his indecent comment. "If you're asking me if I like to get fucked up the ass, yes I do. I f
Mary Ellen cleaned up the dishes and looked out in the back yard to see where the kids were. They were playing with a wiffle ball and bat. Do I have time? she thought as the pulsing down below continued. Making her decision, she hurried up to her bedroom, quickly closing the door and turning the lock. Suddenly, she felt so naughty. It was the middle of the morning.
As she passed the mirror on the back of the closet door she stopped. She was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and old shirt. A frown crossed her pretty face as she saw herself in a different light. She reached down and pulled her baggy shorts tight and turned so that her buttocks were facing the mirror. The shorts outlined her shapely rear, her panty line showing through. Maybe some new clothes would help! she thought as stared at the contours of her backside. Then she turned this way and that, bending slightly forward. She could feel her vagina continue to pulse with excitement. So Drew drools at this? she thought and a chill ran down her spine. On impulse, she pulled the seat of her shorts upward until the seam buried between her cheeks. "Ohhh!" she moaned when she felt the material touch her "there".
She bit her lip and she felt embarrassed as she looked at the drawer where she hid her pleasure devices. Making her decision, she rushed over and searched in the back, behind her underwear and various other "toys," to find the vibrator she had bought from a mail order catalog. It was long and tapered toward the end with a battery control device. There were rounded ridges up and down the shaft. The commercial said it was ideal for anal pleasure. It was!
Mary Ellen found some lubricant and rushed over to the bed. Her hands were trembling as she stripped off her clothes. She climbed onto the bed and got onto her hands and knees. When she looked back at the closet mirror she gasped. Her buttocks were pointed straight at the mirror and her tiny anal hole was almost pulsing between her cheeks. It was so obscene... but so exciting. Quickly she lubed up the shaft of the clear blue vibrator. Without touching her vagina, she placed the tip on her anus. A moan escaped her lips as she began to press the shaft into her tight hole. She pushed her hips backward and the long shaft began to slip into her.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned as the ridges bumped past her tight sphincter. Suddenly, she began to tremble all over and a vision of her handsome neighbor came into her mind. He was kneeling on the bed behind her and he had his long penis in his hand. It was huge with a large red head that was shining with his sex juice. "Do you want me to lube it?" he asked breathlessly in her fantasy.
"No, just fuck my ass! Please!"
Another groan escaped her lips as she pressed the vibrator deep into her anal canal. She pressed the button that made it squirm. Suddenly, she could feel it vibrating and twisting deep inside her. Her eyes closed tightly as she imagined Drew sliding his large penis into her virgin ass. "Ohhhhh God," she moaned as chills ran up and down her spine. She began to pump the long vibrator in and out between her spread ass cheeks as she spread her legs even wider. The tips of her naked breasts rubbed on the cover making her nipples swell with pleasure and sent ripples though her body. Suddenly every muscle in her body went stiff as waves of pleasure began to consume her. It felt like she might pass out as the long tip of the vibrator brought on spasms deep inside her bowels. It started with little shock waves in her stomach like it always did. Then they began to grow in strength until her entire groin was electrified and her anus pulsed, squeezing the invading tool. Her vagina pulsed as well and juice dripped to the bed. She squeezed her anal muscles on the squirming vibrator and her mouth opened as if to scream. Instead of screaming though, she bit her lip hard-the kids could be in the house now. She gasped and shook as a strong climax consumed her.
Finally, the satisfied woman fell exhaustedly to the be
Princess. That's what daddy said 'Regina' meant, and that's how she was treated all her life. Having never been denied anything, she now had to ask permission to eat, drink, use the toilet or have an orgasm.
Yet she'd never felt so serene, so warmly content, so whole- as if submitting and obeying him were hard wired into her brain. Carlo's dominance filled a large empty space deep inside her.
She lay back passively while he attached a short, strong chain from the ornate, iron headboard to the cuffs on her wrists. She knew she would have plenty of time tonight to ponder the cosmic justice of a 'rich bitch' becoming the love slave of a former landscape contractor.
With her wrists securely fastened, he went to the foot of the bed, took a slim ankle in each hand, and pulled her roughly, until the chain and her arms were taut. He looked at her long slender feet with the perfect pedicure and considered a bit of foot torture, then decided against it. "The night is young" he thought to himself.
Spreading her shapely legs uncomfortably wide apart, he secured each ankle strap to more chains connected under the bed. Finally, he took two thick king size pillows, told her to lift her bottom off the bed, and pushed them under her soft smooth ass.
Stepping back he saw his little Regina awkwardly arched, small firm breasts with nipples hard and protruding, pussy with its fine downy hair thrust upward. He nodded to himself approvingly.
"Shall we begin little one?" he asked.
"Y...yes, I suppose" the trembling girl whispered.
"You don't sound very enthused my dear. What do you desire?"
"Only to please you, s...sir" she said a bit louder.
He smiled and went to get what he needed from the bathroom, in a moment he returned with a large ceramic bowl of hot water, washcloth, old fashioned shaving mug and soap, brush, and straight razor. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, but bit her lip and said nothing.
He soaked the washcloth and draped it, steaming, on her gaping crotch. "Ouch!" she yelped at the sudden sting on her delicate vulva and tried in vain to wiggle away from it.
Ignoring this, he dipped the brush in the water, put it in the mug and began swirling it around, making a thick lather. Removing the washcloth, he energetically rubbed the soap on Regina's mound, lips, down her sex almost to her anus. She was relieved to have the hot cloth off her, and it was quite pleasant to feel the warm slippery brush against her cunt and clit. Seeing her enjoyment, he continued rubbing a bit longer than necessary, but not to the point where she would cum.
As he opened the razor, the fear once again returned to her eyes, and just as she was about to speak, he began to shave her.
Carlo gently tugged the lips out and over one at a time as his skilled hands scraped the blade over the tender skin. "Be very still now my pet, I do not wish to cut you" he told the quivering girl. First one then the other labia was revealed under the thin layer of shaving cream. He worked forward and up from her tiny rosebud of an asshole to her cunt lips, scraping and wiping the blade, scraping and wiping, always sure to hold the shiny instrument so she could get a good, terrifying look at it. Finally he ended with a few deft strokes on her mound, and folded the antique razor.
Carlo didn't rush the process, loving this slow intimate time with her. It was she who grew impatient, anticipating what would come next.
He took the warm washcloth from the bowl and gently wiped the remaining lather from her crotch, the heat and the slow stroking motion fueling her arousal. Putting the washcloth down, he examined her sex closely, his face so close that she could feel his breath on her cunt, and her heart quickened with her growing desire. "Yes, pleassse..." she oozed with the urge for release.
"Almost done" he said. He produced a bottle and unscrewed the cap. As she strained to see what it was she barely got out t
He watched the bubbles spiraling upwards in the tulip glass, then pressed it to his lips and filled his mouth. The Laurent Perrier exploded in a thousand mingled flavors as it bathed his tongue.
"Can it possibly be three years?" he thought to himself.
Three years, meeting every other month, would be eighteen encounters like the one that was to follow this evening. All told, there were eighteen delicious, decadent experiences with this wonderful woman. She was his escape for what would other wise have been and ordinary life.
Each encounter escalated in intensity, each one more exhilarating, and each one more intimate than the one before. He sipped at his glass again and began to enjoy a mental slide show when the door to the bedroom opened and she walked into the room.
He could feel his face flush as she padded across the thick carpet towards him. The look on her face could best be described as playful, but with an obvious undercurrent of passion and excitement. He could feel his cock begin to swell at the sight of her.
Her long legs were cloaked in light opaque colored thigh high stockings. Her legs flickered with a slight luminescence when the light hit them just so. Her bra was a demi-cup that cradled her breasts upwards. This insured that her nipples and the top half of her areola would be exposed. The jiggling of her breast flesh as she walked inflamed him as always, and he enjoyed the display for a moment before his eyes moved slowly down her body.
Other than the hose and the bra, she remained naked. Although light in color, the hair between her thighs was full and almost the same color of her hair, a cross between strawberry blonde and a light red, and the notch at the top of her sex clearly visible and enticing.
She reached to pick up her own glass of champagne, her breasts almost tumbling free from the bra as she did, then sat at the edge of the sofa across from him. Her eyes sparkled. "You like?"
His excitement became obvious when his voice cracked slightly, "Good God! Yes baby. Now you've done your job, it's time for mine!" He closed the distance between them, bent to kiss her, and then slowly dropped to his knees.
Slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, he spread her thighs apart. He noticed the slight reflection of her moisture as he reached into his trouser pocket.
Long ago they had discovered there are many uses for a moustache trimmer other than those displayed on the box it came in. A wanton look spread across her face as she lay back, took another sip from her glass, and watched him as he went about his work. With near professional precision he traced the outline of her pubis, as if marking the boundary between innocent flesh and the object of his desire.
Satisfied with the first phase, he began running the trimmer across first her mound, then the puffy curves of her already swelling lips. He brushed the silken hair at the top of her slit upwards so it could receive equal attention, and when he was satisfied with his work, turned the razor off and set it on the cocktail table at the end of the sofa.
Wordlessly, he lifted her to standing and reached into his other trouser pocket. His hand returned to view, a coil of gold captured in his palm. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms to allow his access, one hand still holding the bubbling liquid.
He nuzzled the end of one bra cup down, exposing the whole of her nipple, then using his lips and teeth, brought it from partial to full attention. He continued to nurse on her as his hands toyed with the strand of gold. At each end was a silver clasped slipknot. He opened it just enough to slide down the length of her nipple, then pulled it taught. She gasped as she felt the pressure, not from pain, but from arousal. She took her free hand and stroked the back of his head as he repeated the procedure on her other breast.
"Sugar, you look so fucking hot! You ready for the final touch?"
Her face was in full flus