Sharing with Sarah

This is final of 3 stories about Sarah

We go back to the condo and get ready for bed. As we get ready, she shares the bathroom as I brush my teeth and remove makeup.

You told me to go lie back on the bed and relax while Sarah finishes. I can't.

She walked in. She kissed me softly on the lips. My eyes follow as she crosses the room. She goes to the closet and brings out a bag. 

 It's her bag of toys. Her eyes twinkle. You grin. You know how nervous I still am about all of this. The first thing she pulls out is wrist cuffs. She walks to the bed. You tell me to give her my arms. She puts them on me and ties my hands to the bed. Then she pulls out a spreader bar. You nod. She pulls my ankles up and ties them to my wrists. 

I feel so exposed. I watch you watching. Sarah leans between my legs and plays with my clit. She licks. Bites. I close my eyes. Her mouth feels different than yours. You tell her to stop. 

She does and moves over so you can lick my pussy. I feel your fingers probing. You lubed my ass and put the medium plug in. 

You tell her to feel my pussy. I'm embarrassed. It's so wet. Then you tell her, "watch what happens when I do this."

You get the flogger and start hitting my pussy. You alternate between licking my clit and landing swats from the flogger. 

After a while you say "feel." I'm dying. I know I'm dripping. 

Then Sarah surprises me. She reached up and untied one of my hands.  "Now, you feel me!" I reach timidly to feel her pussy. Sarah is as wet as me.  Then she kissed me on the cheek and flips over and gets in my favorite position. 

She looks back at you and says "do it and don't stop." You smile. You hit her with the same intensity as you did me. But you don't stop. Then you hit her harder. She likes it. "Show her," Sarah said. "I want her to know it's ok to play."

Sarah's ass is red. Stripes from the flogger mark her pale cheeks. But she's smiling.

You undo my hands and feet and I tell me to lay on my stomach. You drizzled oil on my back.  She's sitting on her knees beside me.  You told her how much I enjoy being rubbed. You worked on my back and shoulders. After a few minutes you asked Sarah if she'd like to help. She moved lower and started with my feet and legs. It was like being touched all over. After a while you rolled over and stretched out between us. I straddled your thigh. You can feel how wet I am. You reached for her. She kisses me deeply. I feel your fingers dig into my ass. I reach for your cock, stroking you between us. She leaves kisses down my neck. She plays with my nipples. You don't take your eyes off mine.  

I pull back and take her hand. I wrap it around your cock and wrap mine around hers. I let her stroke you with me. I swear I heard the word fuck come out of your mouth. I take my hand away. She stops. I tell her to keep stroking. It's ok. I move back between your legs. You feel my mouth on your balls. My tongue teasing you. I wrap my mouth around you. Her hand holding you. My mouth sucking you. I swear you are rock hard. I know she wants to taste you but I'm not ready to share you that way. 

We keep this up until you fill my mouth with cum. I swallow you. My mouth is all over her fingers too. After you quit, I run my tongue across you stealing one last drop of cum. I pull her head to me and give her a taste of you the only way I'm willing to share. A deep open mouth kiss. Our tongues dance. She makes a small sound. I know she tastes you.

Learning Sarah

Part 2 of a 3 part series


So Sarah and I text for a couple of weeks and find that we have a lot in common. However, I still don’t know that I’m going to be able to play. I’m still worried about how I feel about you and her touching and playing. I know you but I don’t know her.

We agree to meet for lunch. We pick a little cafe with outdoor seating. Nice out for lunch. She was already there when I arrived. She greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We sit next to each other, not across.

She compliments my sundress. And I return the favor. Small talk. We order. We sip on a glass of moscato while we wait for our meal.

As we talk her hand brushes mine occasionally. Or her leg brushes against mine. We talk about our jobs. Our lives. Everything but what brought us together. She knows my hesitation.

Conversation flows freely. It’s not entirely awkward. But it’s not easy either. After our salads she says, “Let me ease your mind. I’m not after him. I just want to play. We can play this however you are comfortable with. I like you too. I can make you feel so good if you’ll let me.”

I turn about 20 shades of red. I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks and chest.

She wants to know why I’m blushing. I take a big swallow from the glass and set back in my chair. Her eyes haven’t left mine.

“I wish I could read your thoughts,” she said. “Tell me what you are thinking.”

I finally start talking. I tell her this is because of a stupid conversation I had with you about fantasies. One I wasn’t even sure I wanted. But one I knew you did. I tell her that I’m afraid - what if you like her more. What if I can’t go through with it. What if I want her to leave. That I’ve never been with a female. That I’m not even sure what to do or if I want to do those things to her.

She leans up and puts both hands on my knees. Looks me right in the eyes and says, “let me show you how much fun it can be.”

Our food arrives and we drop back into mindless chatter. After eating, we decide to walk around and shop a little.

We go into a little boutique. They have some of the best lingerie I’ve seen in a while. We both laugh when we realize it’s a shared obsession. We dive in discussing likes and preferences.
After 30 min or so we both have an armful of things to try on. We’re laughing and talking in the dressing room.

Sarah asks “Have you tried on the bustier? I bet it looks amazing on you.”

I tell her I’m about to. I’m standing in the changing room in just my panties when she slips in the door. “Put it on and I’ll help you hook it up. I want to see you in it.”

I hold it in place and she works the lacing and hooks. Her fingers brush my skin. I feel the garters dangling down my legs. She reaches around pulling it lower on my boobs. She leans over my shoulder. I can feel her breath. I’m watching in the mirror. Her hands move down my side. She talks about the color. How the blue makes my eyes pop. Her fingers trace up my arms. She drops a kiss on my shoulder and I swear I feel a flick of her tongue.

She tells me to stand right there. She’s going to find the right hose so we can get the full picture. My mind is racing.

She comes back and plops down on the stool in my dressing room. She opens up the package and the silkiest hose with a long black seam unroll.

“Give me your foot. Prop it on my leg.” She starts rolling the hose up my leg. When she reaches my thigh I think I quit breathing. She hooks the garter. I can feel myself getting wet. Did her hand just brush across my panties? Can she tell?
“Give me the other leg,” she says.
I do as requested. I swear time quit moving.
“Turn around. Let me hook the back.”
I move back and turn around. She hooks them. First the left side. Then the right. I feel her behind me. Her hands slide up over my hips. And around my waist. I’m watching in the mirror.
As she touches she whispers. I love your curves. Imagine how I can make you feel. Your nipples are perfect for sucking and biting. Her hands move lower. I blush because I know she knows how wet I am now. She pushes my panties to the side. Her fingers brush across the lips.
“I have one…I know how to make it feel so good. I’ll show you.”
She turns me around and kisses me. 
“Get dressed. We’ve got to go.”
I start to put my dress back on and she slips out. When I walk out into the store, she’s gone. The salesgirl said my friend bought the outfit for me. But left a note because she had to go.
It says…wear that the next time we all get together. He’ll love it as much as I do.

Sarah - Part 1

This is the first of a three part adventure about a partner wishing to incorporate a third into a relationship. It walks through feelings, trepidations, excitement.... covers the whole spectrum. 

It was a beach weekend. After a day of sun and fun, we were watching at the railing as a band played at our favorite bar. She walked up and stood next to us. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek, speaking in my ear "Hi, I'm Sarah."

We'd been talking about the possibility for several weeks. I knew you had set this up. I'm a little pissed you've planned this without my ok, yet there's a little excitement too. 

I look at you. "What's going on?" 

"Do you trust me?" 

"You know I do, but I'm not ready for this." We'd had a long talk about my rules involving a third. I had a list. But there were two big ones. First, it couldn't be someone I knew or was in my work circle. Secondly, they couldn't have him. His cock was never to be in her. Call me selfish, stingy, possessive, whatever you like. 

"Just enjoy the evening. You know you don't have to do anything. Get to know her. Just let it play out. You know I've picked her especially for you. "

The night proved easier than expected. Drinks flowed. And Sarah and I did actually click on a lot of levels. More than I wanted to admit.  

We walked back to our condo. I must admit to being tipsy. We sat out on the balcony and shared another drink. You were very quiet. Attentive. Making sure our glasses were filled, but I knew you were afraid I'd bolt if the situation overwhelmed me. And I'm pretty sure you had told her the same.  She wasn't aggressive. Touching my arm lightly. Putting her hand on my leg. Grabbing my hand. Dancing close. But nothing that pushed to hard to fast. 

"Come sit with me," you said while motioning me to your lap. I walked over and sat down. You turned me so that my back was against your chest and my legs were straddling yours. You brushed my hair to the side, kissed the side of my neck and asked, "Feel like playing?"

She walked over to us. You spread your legs so she could stand inside. That forced my skirt up and I could feel the night air on my pussy. Her hands rested on my thighs as she leaned in for a kiss. It lasted forever. Her mouth on me.  Your hands squeezing my breast. It was sensory overload. 

Your hands moved lower. You started lightly rubbing my pussy. "Sarah, I told you she'd like you. You should feel how wet she is." You pressed harder, the way that felt so good on my clit. She watched. She rubbed my thighs. Lightly using her fingernails. She kissed me some more. 

Your voice broke through the lusty haze, "Ladies, let's move inside." 

I froze. 

The choice

Mark and I had been seeing each other for several months. He wasn't like any one else I had dated. Yes, he was handsome and smart. He worked long hours to ensure the success of his business. But there was something much more about him. When we talked, he actually listened. His eyes didn't drift. He didn't constantly check his phone while we shared a meal. He had expectations that took me a while to get used to.

On our first date, we arrived at the restaurant. Once he parked, I reached to open my door only to have him reach across and touch my arm and say, "Please wait. I'll be right around to help you out." I was a little taken back. I sat and waited. But it made me slightly uncomfortable.

We made our way into the quaint eatery and after we were seated I felt I asked, "Do you know how long it's been since someone opened a door for me."

"Clearly too long," he said. "You know just because a man offers a hand or opens a door doesn't mean he thinks you aren't capable. What he's showing you is that you are someone to treasure."

"I've never really thought about it," I replied. "I'm so used to taking care of things, it's never really crossed my mind."

"Women today have been made to feel it makes them weak or less important if a man shows them common courtesy," he explained. "That's not the case at all. You'll need to get used to that if we continue to date. Now tell me, what do you have a taste for? Tell me what you like, and I'll tell you some of the best dishes here. I eat here a lot."

I knew that night there was something different about Mark. From the small ways he made me feel like a princess, to the way his hand at the small of my back felt protective and possessive. Each date added new glimpses of the man.

After a few dates, he invited me to his apartment for dinner. I was so curious to see how he lived; What his space would feel like. I arrived 10 minutes early because I learned long ago, being right on time was actually being late. If you value people, you value their time.

He greeted me, and welcomed me inside. Hardwood and leather gave the space a warm feeling. It was very classic and manly. It suited him.

"Nice place," I said. "It feels like you."

"How's that?"

"Solid, classic, warm. Yet with a few surprises, like that picture over there." I pointed to a large black and white canvas that hung above the couch. It was a photo of outstretched hands. They looked like they were reaching out to you.

"Do you like it," he asked?

I walked toward the image to get a closer look. "It somehow very sexy, yet not over stated. Yes, I like it."

I hadn't realized he'd moved right behind me until I felt his hand on my arm. Then I felt his other hand brush hair away from my neck and as he leaned in to place a kiss on the exposed skin, he said, "It's not anywhere near as sexy as you."

I loved the feel of his mouth. His kisses made me melt. I could feel my whole body melt into him.
I was hoping tonight I'd get more of him. I wanted to see and feel him. Get skin to skin with him.

I got my wish, kinda. After dinner, we were having a night cap on the couch. The kisses got deeper. His hands twisted in my hair. He had a way of making me feel consumed. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his trousers. I reached to touch him through the fabric. His hand caught mine, "Not yet," he said. "It's to early for that."

"Stand up'" he said.

I looked at him, but did as he asked. He leaned back into the couch and spread his legs. He reached a hand out to me and guided me between his thighs. "I want to see you," he said.

My checks flamed. I know they had to be eight shades of red. Was he serious, and see what? He was watching me. I know I'm transparent with my emotions. They are written plainly across my face.

"You're beautiful. Show me you."

I stood there as he clasped his hands behind his head. His eyes never moved from me. It was so intense. I'd never felt like this. On display. Wanted. Someone patiently waiting on me. It was hot. It took me a few minutes to settle my mind. I slowly moved my hands to the top button of my blouse. I undid it. Then the next.

I didn't realize I wasn't breathing until I caught myself taking a large shakes breath.

"Don't stop. I can't wait to see what's underneath that shirt."

His words made me a little bolder. But I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact. It was still so intense.  As I worked my way down all six buttons, I swear the room heard up. I could feel myself getting slick between my thighs. I swear I hadn't been this turned on ever.

"Don't be bashful, your body is beautiful. Show me what's waiting for me to play with. Show me where you want my touch."

I let the shirt drop to the floor and forced myself to look at him. He blue eyes were almost black. I could feel the desire in his gaze. I kept my eyes on him as I reached for the zipper on my skirt. I heard every tick of that zipper as I worked it down. I pushed the fabric over my hips and it fell the rest of the way to the floor. I kicked it out from around my feet and just stood there.

There I was- thank goodness I had worn good lingerie! Just the black lace covered me from being totally exposed, yet somehow I felt totally naked.

"Turn for me."

Somehow my feet moved even though my mind was screaming "seriously." I felt myself turning. I knew he was watching every move. When my back was to him, he reached up and out his hands on my hips and pulled me back to him. I was sitting in his lap. I could feel his cock under my ass. I could feel his breath on my back. One arm wrapped around my waist and the other was moving over my body. Roaming across my breasts. Down to my stomach. Reaching for my drenched pussy. As his hand moved closer, I started to close my legs.

"Why are you closing yourself off to me? Don't you want me to touch you?"

I couldn't speak. I knew how wet I was. My panties were soaked. What would he think?

"I'm going to need you to answer."

I nodded my head yes.

"You have to tell me."

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said quietly.

"Lean all the way back against me. Yes. Just like that. Now drape your right leg over mine. Now do the left. Don't you know how fucking hot it is to know your pussy is dripping for me? Don't ever keep that from me."

He was talking quietly right next to my ear. His hand slipped between my legs. He was stroking me through my panties. I couldn't remember a time that I'd been so turned on. His fingers slipped under the lace and slid up and down my lips. There was no hiding the extent of my arousal. He continued tormenting me until I was squirming in his lap, trying to fuck his fingers.


His arm around my waist had me pinned against him. I wanted to touch him to. It was frustrating.

He moved at such a slow pace. His voice a constant in my ear. "You're beautiful. You feel so good. I want to touch you everywhere. I love how your thighs quiver when I stroke your clit. You're so tight, your pussy just sucks my fingers in."

His words were hot and naughty and made me feel like I was on fire for him. I wanted more.

He pushed up to the edge of the couch and told me to stand up.

He stood with me and he moved me where I was in front of him. "I want more of you," he said. Then he kinda pushed my back on the couch. I laughed as I realized I was on my back and he was between my legs.

He ran his tongue down the center of my panties and the laughter died as I saw the look on his face. Fucking intense. I felt like he'd devour me if he could.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down over my hips. Then the world slipped away when he settled his mouth on my bare pussy. He licked, flicked, sucked and drove me wild. When his fingers found their way inside me, my hips bucked trying to get him deeper.  He'd get me right to the edge and then pull back. Over and over, he was driving me crazy. I kept reaching for him. I wanted to touch him. Taste him. But he stayed just out of reach.

"What? You want some of this?" He was smiling as he started undoing his tie. I'm pretty sure I actually licked my lips in anticipation of his naked skin.

He dropped the tie on the coffee table and started on the buttons of his shirt, I swear the man had the patience of saints. If it had been up to me, he'd need a new shirt because those buttons would be all over the floor.

"I love your eyes on me," he said. "I can see how much you want me." I pushed up so that I could touch him. My hands slid over his skin. I dropped kisses on his stomach and reached for his belt.

Before I could get it loose, he had picked up his tie and was wrapping it around my wrists. I think I moaned in frustration. "Now lean back like s good girl and put your hands over your head."

"I want to touch you." I'm pretty sure I almost whined.

"Not yet," he said with a smile. "I'm just getting started with you."

He spent the next few hours coaxing me to the brink of orgasm; sometimes allowing me to actually climax, sometimes making me practically beg for that release. He was maddeningly patient. When he finally bent me over the arm of couch and slid his rock hard cock deep inside me, I wasn't sure I could take much more. I felt consumed. His body draping mine. His cock pounding. I could feel his balls slapping against me. I swear I heard him almost growl. He was rough. The sex was raw. I'd never felt such intensity. He reached around and pinched my clit and I came almost instantly. My pussy squeezing and rippling around his shaft sent him over the edge.

He stayed that way, draped over my back, whispering soft words. Slowly our breathing settled. He stood and moved back to the front of the couch. Pulling me down beside him. He grabbed a blanket and covered us, then wrapped his arms around me.

We kept dating. Over the next few months, we grew closer. The sex was amazing. He was constantly surprising me in bed. Cuffs. Toys. I never knew what he would throw out next. He had such an intensity about him. I felt myself wanting to give more and more.

Then one night after dinner, he laid it all out for me.

"Come sit with me," he said.

As I settled in next to him, he pulled me close and kissed me. A slow, lingering kiss.

"Let's talk," he said. "I think we have something special between us. But there's some things we need to talk about if we're going farther. I don't expect you to answer tonight, but I need you to think about it and then make the decision."

My mind was running 70 miles per hour. I couldn't imagine what he was about to say. I pushed back so that I could really look at him. "You need to just spit it out," I said.

"I'm sure when you stop and think about the last few months, you'll realize more and more. I have certain needs sexually. I need a woman who will submit herself to me. One who freely gives herself over to my pleasure. One who understands discipline and one who understands that I will push her to the very edge of her limits."

My face is transparent. I'm sure he could see all of the emotions and questions flashing through my mind. What the heck was he saying?

"What is it you want?" I asked.

"Nothing you aren't willing to give," he said. "You've been heading that way since our first date. You may not even be aware of it in yourself. You naturally submit to my wishes. You..."

"I'm not a push over," I interrupted. "I'm successful and capable. I've manage very well. I'm not some weak woman who is looking for a man to take care of her. If that's what you think, you've got me all wrong." I felt myself move back from him.

"No," he said. "That's not it at all. I wouldn't be interested in you if you were weak. It takes a strong woman to be able to submit sexually. I'm not talking about you being some mindless woman.  I love that you are intelligent and successful. That makes the other all the more special. I love our conversations and the fact that I can take you with me to functions and you easily interact with my associates and friends. What I'm asking is not changing that at all. I just have a very dominant side that needs feeding in the bedroom."

I sat just looking at him. I hadn't really expected this conversation. "I'm going to need to think about all of this, and I'm going to need to know more about what you expect."

"I told you I didn't expect you to decide tonight," he said. "But I am going to need you to decide. I'll be open and honest with you. Whatever questions you have - ask them. There's nothing off limits."

"So what are you? I mean are you like 50 shades of what?"

"Hell no," he fired back. "That's about the worst representation of this lifestyle I've ever seen."

"Explain it to me."

"How about I paint you a mental picture," he said. "Yes, I want you tied up. You enjoy that too. I've seen and felt how your body reacts to that. Do I want to spank you? Yes. I can just picture your ass all pink and hot after my hand has heated it up. Then I want you to imagine how sensitive your skin feels. You've already felt what it's like to have your orgasm held at bay. To make your body so sensitive you'll beg me for release. Imagine me tapping right on your clit with a crop? I think you'd explode with an orgasm like that. To have you totally dependent upon me to give you those feelings if I choose to let you have them. To know you give yourself over totally to me - that's the ultimate gift. The amount of trust you place in me. You trust me to give you exactly what you need physically and emotionally to get the most from our experiences together. That's what I'm asking."

Needless to say he gave me a lot to think about that night. And I didn't give him an answer right away. In fact, I asked a lot of questions. He sent me some links to information he felt might help. He shared thoughts and images that kept me curious and a little nervous. But he didn't push. He just kept telling me that the choice was mine.

He left for a business trip and that gave me lots of time to think. Clearly I enjoyed him. I wanted more of him. And yes, I knew that part of what attracted me to him was that aura of control that was visible in every part of his life. And yes, the sex was amazing. When I looked back at our encounters, I could clearly see he had seamlessly slipped elements of his lifestyle in most of our times together. He was always in charge. And I had freely participated. Never once did I question or feel uncomfortable. And I craved him. I never could get enough of him.

We talked most every night while he was away on his trip. I invited him to my place for a welcome home dinner the night after he returned to town. He accepted. I couldn't wait to see him.

He was to arrive at 7pm. I knew he'd be 15 minutes early. So I got busy getting everything ready when I got home from work. I slipped out of my work clothes and slipped into the perfect outfit for the evening. Lacey thigh highs. Topped off by a emerald green bustier, matching thong and a black garter. The color worked well with my complexion and auburn hair. I slipped on a pair of heels and touched up the make up. The last two piece of my outfit were sitting on my nightstand. A blindfold and cuffs. I was going to give him his answer in the most obvious way possible.

I unlocked my front door then I moved into the living room and knelt on the floor. He should be here in just a few minutes.  I slipped the blindfold over my eyes and fastened the cuffs around my wrist. As I waited on him to arrive, you couldn't begin to imagine the thoughts that ran through my mind. What if I got this all wrong? What if he'd changed his mind? What will his mouth feel like? I felt my pussy getting wet with anticipation. Crazy the effect this man had on me.

He knocked. And I said come in. I heard the door open. I knew he had walked in. He didn't say anything. Now I was worried. He wasn't coming closer. He wasn't speaking. I couldn't breath. I had expected him to say something.

Then I felt him. Well his presence next to me anyway. He still hadn't touched me. "You look lovely tonight. To what do I owe this very beautiful treat?"

I took a deep breath and held out my arms toward where I thought he was. "I made my choice."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I made my choice."

He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and helped me to my feet. He kissed me deeply. Then he took me by the hand and I started following him. "Well, let's give you a proper invitation into my world. I promise, I'll give you more than you ever dreamed possible. Hang on baby, you're in for one hell of a ride."

Everything

To be fucked by you is everything.

You've worked your way into my mind. My body reacts even when you just walk into a room. Your presence alone causes a physical reaction. Then there's your touch. Sometimes it's light and teasing; others it's stinging and firm. I crave each one.

You make me want to fuck. That kind of fucking where you give everything. You hold nothing back. Every part of you laid naked, teased open for your masters hungry eyes. Every part of you exposed with each stroke, touch, feeling.

Knowing it’s you he wants.

Him knowing you are willing to spread your legs wide and expose yourself—offer all of your desires, maybe even share a handful of secrets. He finds every dark deep corner you've kept hidden from everyone before.

He makes me say it: Fuck me. Faster. Deeper. Now.

He makes me kneel. The twist of my nipples while he pumps fingers deep inside causes a flood of wetness.

His palms slaps my nice round ass. He makes me give myself totally.  I offer my surrender. His tongue probes, insisting I allow him deeper. His passion urges me to bend. His every touch makes me feel as if I'm covered in velvet.

I'm lost and found in him.

Anticipation

The warm water running down my back reminded me of last night and the touch of his hand trailing down my spine until he settled it on the small of my back. Even through the silky material of my dress, he managed to send tingles of anticipation through my body.

We had decided to meet in person after hours of chatting online. The chemistry there was undeniable and I felt it in person the moment our eyes met outside the restaurant. People seemed to make room for him as he walked toward me. There is an intensity about him that even strangers pick up on.

The hostess led us to our table. Drinks were ordered and conversation flowed. I never doubted it would. We moved seamlessly through all kinds of topics when we chatted. Yet throughout the evening, there was a restlessness - an undercurrent of expectation that floated right underneath the surface.

He had a gift of making you feel you were the only person in the room. A gaze that never strayed. I felt myself leaning in to be closer. Wanting to be closer.

I reached for the bath scrub and soaked it under the running water. When I squeezed, my mind jumped to the moment his hand covered mind. It was large and warm. He move it slightly up my arm until he circled my wrist. My mind drifted to one of our conversations. I thought of the rope he'd use to bind me to the column in his living room. To that feeling of anticipation that came as he circled without touching. Just round and round. The heels of his boots echoing on the hard floor. The delightfully wicked things he leaned in and said.

I ran the scrub down my chest, across pink firm nipples, and down my stomach. I closed my eyes imagining his hand replacing mine. I could feel him learning every inch of my. I knew he'd find each scar, each freckle and he'd know me better than I knew myself. My fingers slipped lower and dipped inside slick pussy lips.

I leaned back against the cool tile of the shower. My body was heated from the inside out. I worked my fingers in and out. Slowly. Deeply. Imagining him watching. It was like I could feel his gaze. With each dip of my fingers I could hear his voice telling me this was just a warm up. Telling me what was to come. Warning how his hand would turn my cheeks glowing red. How he'd play with my clit until my thighs trembled and I couldn't even form words. How he'd unleash every primal want and need until I handed them over for his pleasure.

My pussy pulsed around my fingers. I was so close. I felt that tightening deep inside. I pulled my fingers out, denying myself pleasure at the last moment. It would be his touch soon that would pick up where I left off. I let the water wash over me for a few more minutes then I turned it off.

As I toweled off, I imagined dressing for him. I knew he'd appreciated the lace and garters. I wanted to watch his eyes as each piece was revealed. As I stood in the closet deciding what I'd wear tonight I couldn't help but anticipate where tonight would lead.

Tap, tap, tap.....sting

I was lying over the edge of the bed on a background of white sheets. Red hair splayed. Bent at the waist. Sky high black fuck me pumps covered manicured toes. My body coved in a fishnet and black nylon teddy. A medium plug warming up my pussy. It was such a tight fit. I was waiting for my master.

I knew he'd be here soon. I had everything as he liked it. The toys were all lined up at the end of the bed. My lips were painted a deep red. And I was in the perfect position for him.

I heard the door open but I didn't move. I wanted him to enjoy the scene. I could feel myself breathing faster. I heard his footsteps. I felt his presence even though he didn't speak. His hand touched the center of my back. It was a feeling I craved. It centered me. Grounded me. After everything we did, I could always count on that feeling.

His hand moved up and down my body. He pushed my hair to the side so that he could put a small kiss on the back of my neck. That would be the lightest touch that I'd receive today.

I felt him move away from me. There's something about that anticipation. Not knowing what's coming. My only job to receive and enjoy.

The first thud landed hard. I jumped. It was a heavy paddle. Leaving a deep penetrating blow. It felt like my whole ass cheek was heating up. It was followed by another and another. These were new. Harder than I was used to. He pushed between my legs and used his thigh to wedge the plug deeper into my pussy.

"You turn such a lovely shade of pink," my master said. "But I want you porn star red today. Can you take it?"

"Yes master. I'll take anything from you."

His hand rubbed across my ass. Soothing. Then I felt him reach and I knew it would begin again. Slower now. The strokes came moving cheek to cheek. He was like a conductor playing my body. Slow and steady just like the warmth was spreading.

My body was squirming. Between the plug and the spanking, my pussy was soaked. He reached between my legs and began work on my clit. Rubbing and teasing as stroke after stroke landed on my ass. All along, he'd stop and take time to enjoy his handiwork.

I was so close to cumming when I felt him move away. When he returned, he pulled the bottom of the teddy to the side and I felt lube run down my ass. One hand worked fingers into my hole, while the other was rubbing my clit. After a few minutes, I felt the plug at my tightest entrance. He pushed it in in one single move. My back arched and I was filled completely. Ass and pussy both at capacity. He pulled the bottoms back to hold everything in place. His tongue ran across my ass, helping to ease the burn while flaming another internally.

Then I felt it. Tap. Tap. Tap. Sting! That sharp piercing stripe of pain. He was using the dressage whip. A device designed to keep stubborn equine in line could bring me to the edge. It was a blazing heat. Much different from the heat that was spread evenly across my ass earlier. This whip was evil. Languid. Precise. Sensuous.

It was so slow. Then it began again. Tap. Tap. Sting! The popper on the end made it feel like lightning on my cheeks. The burn was intense. I knew he loved seeing the thin welts. He was so patient. Planning the next strike to hit the perfect mark.

Tap. Tap. Tap. I tried to keep the muscles relaxed hoping to take just some of the edge off the stroke. It never worked. When I heard the swish of the whip it was an automatic reaction. Sting!

He leaned in again his hand snaked under my body. He was merciless in how he toyed with my clit. Rubbing and teasing. My thighs trembled. He knew I was going to cum.

"That's right babydoll," he whispered. "Show me how much you like my touch. Cum for me."

Just a few more flicks of his fingers and I came apart. My knees bent and my thighs clenched. The intensity of my orgasms with him always surprise me. He stroked me all the way through it.

"Now, straighten back up. We're not done yet."

I knew what was coming. The flogger was his favorite. I felt his hands between my legs. He removed the plugs. I still felt full. But I wasn't empty for long. The emptiness was replaced with the vibrator. He dialed it up to a medium intensity. My clit was already sensitive and my pussy grabbed around it, greedy for more.

I felt the suede tails dragging across my back. Lightly tickling; Disguising the bite that was to come. He undid the tie that held the sheer lingerie in place across my back. I knew he liked a blank canvas. Then he began. The first stroke landed under my left shoulder blade. Then a second. A third. He moved. The right side was next. Three more just like those. All the while the vibrator buzzed. I couldn't think. Each stroke bringing a bite of pain mixed with the erotic pleasure of the toy combined to drive me wild with passion.

Over and over he continued. As he moved up and down my back I felt my pussy tighten and knew I was going to fall over that edge. I knew he wouldn't stop until I did. Three more strokes of the devil's toy and I lost it.

"Turn over," he commanded and I did. He pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his cock. God he felt so good in me. So much better than any toy. My ankles were on his shoulders and his hand were gripping my thighs. I could feel the heat on my back and ass, now that I was laying on them.

He fucked me hard. Just like I liked. Then right before he came, he pulled out.

"Get on your knees."

I hurried to comply because I knew I was getting a treat. He tapped his cock on my lips. "Open up," he said. And I did with a smile.

He fucked my mouth as I stroked his cock and balls. Soon he was filling me with his cum. I swallowed every drop and licked my lips. His cock had rings of red lipstick as I dragged my tongue once more down the length of him making sure I took every drop.

"Come here angel," he said as he offered his hand to help me stand. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me.

It was our love song - played across the entire keyboard. The thud of the bass notes. The sting of the highs. And all the notes in between blending to make a melody so sweet.

 His hands stroked softly up and down my back and over my hips. It was my favorite time. My head rested against his chest. That feeling of being so close. Held. Cherished.

Reckless

Reckless. By definition, the utter unconcern about the consequences of some action; proceeding without caution; careless. I became that and more with Jake. His touch made me throw caution to the wind. His kiss made me want to strip and fuck right where we stood. He had  a way about him that caused my mind to stop questioning and my body start responding.

Just yesterday, he asked me to meet him for lunch. He beat me to the restaurant, so he had a table already secured by the time I arrived. As I walked toward the table, I watched a young blonde lean against the table trying to garner a moment of his attention while taking a drink order. I couldn't blame her. He was one delicious man. Dark hair framed chiseled feature. Green eyes with a hint of mischief captured your attention instantly. And all of that before you moved any farther down to a hard chest, defined stomach and an ass that made you want sink your nails into.

He saw me approach and moved to stand. I swear I could feel the disappointment coming from the waitress when she looked over her shoulder and saw me. She walked away as he reached for me. He pulled me in and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I slid into the booth and he sat next to me on the same side.

The restaurant was full and noisy. We talked about work and weekend plans while waiting on our waitress to return and take our order. His hand was resting on my thigh. He was moving his finger lightly in a circular pattern.

The blonde came back and perched against the table waiting on Jake's order. She all but melted when he called her sweetheart and proceeded to give her our order.
"Darling, what kind of dressing did you want for your salad?" His question came at the same time his hand made it's way under my skirt. I almost jumped, but managed to squeak out "Italian, please."

His fingers crept higher. I felt frozen. I didn't want to call attention to the situation so I tried not to move. He just kept right on talking to the waitress as his fingers stroked my pussy through my panties. I was soaking wet. I could feel myself. He finished our order and the waitress walked away.

"What are you doing," I asked as soon as she was out of ear shot.
"Making sure you have a delicious lunch," he answered smiling, "Now, I need you to reach under the table and remove your panties."
"You want me to what?"
"You're not gonna keep me waiting are you?"

He knew I wouldn't deny him. However, I know he could see the internal debate taking place on my face. I was transparent. A good girl wouldn't. It's a public place. I want to feel him. It would be so hot.

He cleared his throat. "Well..."

I reached under the table. Lifted my hips off the bench and pulled my panties down.

"All the way. Take them off," he said quietly,
I worked them down over my thighs and over the kitten heels I was wearing, I was so afraid I'd drop them on the floor. But I managed to get them all the way off.

"Lay them on the table," he said.
I know I turned eight shades of red. My cheeks were burning but my pussy was dripping. I laid the lacy red panties on the table between us.

"Undo the next two buttons on your blouse."

I could feel my heart beating. My fingers trembled as I worked the buttons. His eyes never left mine. He reached up and touched my face. Then slowly let his finger run down the side of my neck, to my chest, until they traced along the edge of my bra. He pushed the material of my blouse aside until the lace edge of the bra was exposed.

"Now for an appetizer," he said.

He put his hand back on my thigh and slowly pushed the skirt up. I looked around. People were sitting all around us. But no one seemed to be paying much attention. But I couldn't help but worry and watch.

"Slide to the edge of the seat," he said softly. "Spread your legs."

I felt my body following his command as my mind argued all the reasons while this was crazy.

In one swift move, his finger was inside me. I gasped.

"You're so damn wet," he said. "You want me in you. You are going to cum all over my fingers before our lunch arrives. Quiet now, you don't want the people in the booth behind us to know you're having an orgasm do you?"

His fingers started pumping in and out. His thumb was working on my clit. I put both hands on the table trying to keep still and quiet.

"I want you to feel how fucking hot and wet you are. Give me your hand."

I moved my right hand to his. He pulled it under the table and pushed it between my thighs.
"Push your fingers inside you. Pump your pussy. Fuck yourself for me until I tell you to stop."

My face was flaming and I was breathing hard. I was so turned on.

He reached under the table and put his hand over mine. He added to the intensity of each stroke. Then, he pulled my hand free. My fingers were covered with the juiciness of my pussy. He pulled my hand to his mouth.

"Now this is a delicious appetizer." His tongue slipped around fingers as my finger dipped deeper into his mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined how two tongue felt when it stroked across my pussy and flicked my clit. "Look at me."

I opened my eyes. He released my finger and moved to toward my mouth. "Now, you can have a taste."

I pushed my finger into my mouth and imagined his cock on my tongue. I loved the hardness. That ridge than ran down the shaft. I wished I was brave enough to crawl under the table and deep throat him right there.

His hand went to work on my pussy again bringing me back to reality instantly. I could feel my hips bucking. I was so close. A small moan slipped out.

"Darling, you have to be quiet or those people enjoying their lunch will now what you are doing."

"You're evil," I replied.

Which earned me a pinch to my clit. I gasped.

"She'll be here any minute with our lunch. Do you think she'll notice my hand in your pussy? The way your skin is flushed. The way your face looks. There's no disguising it. You're gonna cum for me baby. You're gonna cover my fingers in your cum. I can feel your thighs trembling. You're so close. Come on baby. Give it to me. Cum for me."

And I did.  Right there in the booth at the restaurant.

I was still reveling in the feeling when the waitress showed up. Jake's left hand was still cupping my pussy.  I hadn't had time to push my skirt back down or button my blouse back up. He did however lay his arm over my panties that were still sitting on the table.

The waitress put our food out and asked if we needed refills. I mumbled something and Jake sent her on her way.

He leaned back in the booth and smiled. "Looks like you've worked up an appetite."

I punched him in the arm. "Give me my panties."

"Nope, eat before your food gets cold." And he pushed my panties right to the center of the table.

We ate and talked. There was something so hot knowing my panties were sitting right there on the table. I was still wet. I wanted more.

We finished our meal and Jake reached for my panties. I thought he was going to give them back to me to out on. Instead, he put them in his pocket. The waitress brought our check and I had to go back to work.

"I need my undies," I said, "I've got to go back to work."

"You'll get them back this afternoon when I stop by. I'll help you put them back on at your desk."
And just like that, I was wet again,
"Now, be a good girl until then and when you get back to the office I want you to sit on the edge of your desk, pull your skirt up and take a picture of that pretty pink pussy for me."