Mattress mover surrenders

The second time she licked my ass I nearly fainted.
I both feared and relished the possibility that she'd do it a third time.

I was in a state of high elation.  I was restrained diagonally to a mattress
in the middle of her living room, leather cuffs on wrists and ankles, two
bungee cords connecting wrists and ankles, running under the corners of the
mattress.

How did this start, is a question I must relate.

I had arrived that morning to see her a second time.  It had been a few
months since, and it was much colder, so I was dressed more.  I had
approached apartment at the appointed time, and she opened the door to my
knock.  I entered... my glasses fogged up to the heat, blurring my ability to
see much.

She took the bag of toys I removed from my backpack, and my coat as I removed
it.  I bent over to untie my boots, and she stood next to me, stroked my ass
through my jeans.  I hurried up on the boots and stepped out of my boots, and
stood up straight... she removed my glasses and pressed me against the inside
of the door... she kissed me very gently.

The gentle kiss was a distraction, and so it was a surprise to me that my
buckle and zipper had been breached, and my pants fell to the floor.  I gave
an "oh", in surprised, and noticed her lips pressed hungrily against mine.
Pleasantly cool hands wandered over my sweater, and then pulled my shirt
sweater off,  discarding the clothing in some corner of the couch.

Pausing for breath, she took my hand, and led me to the couch to sit, and
sitting astride me, began to whisper in my ear.

"I was worried you would not return... usually two hour appointments
result in twice the pleasure.", she purred.
"I think you still owe me some pleasure, and I am going to esstract it",
she lovingly hissed.  Was she a bit of a latina cat, I wondered.

Her lacy body suit pressed against my chest as she sat side ways on me,
her legs stretched out on the couch next to me.  Her swolen bossom presses
against my bare chest, while her arm is wrapped around behind my shoulders.
My arm wraps around her bottom as she snuggles against me.
Despite the early hour, we sipped some wine.

With an intense, but barely audible whisper she instructed me.
With great reluctance she got out of my lap, and I felt a loss greater than
hers, but a brief and very gropy hug restores my go.
In socks and underwear, I went into her bedroom.  I found her mattress
stripped of bed clothing, and the pillows pilled on a chair.  I slid the
mattress towards me so that I could reach the other side... A hand groped my
ass a bit as I leaned into it.  I lift with my legs, and quickly got the
mattress vertical, between two arms.  I navigated towards the doorway, and
then bent my knees and legs to shuffle sideways through.
I placed the mattress down in the space between her couch and kitchen table.
She threw a fitted mattress at me, and I got the idea.  I spread it out, and
got down on my knees to crawl around to pull the fitted part over the edges.

As I finished this, I found I she had grabbed the ankle and wrist bracelets,
and was doing them up.  She enthusiasm!  Within another minute I found myself
in the position I described above: spread-eagle, face down.  Still wearing
underwear though.... she removed my socks.

She crawled on top of me, askew so that a knee was in my crotch, and her
mons rubbed hungrily against my ass.  She ran her hands all over me.
She expressed her pleasure at having me over previously, and thanked me for
my oral expertise.  She lamented that I had not orgasmed, and explained that
if I wanted to return to her bedroom, I'd have to make up for that lapse.

While I had been arranging the fitted sheet, she had pulled a laundry basket
to within her arms reach.  It had all of her needed items, plus all the items I
had brought.  Fit fitted sheet was a satiny material, and was quite pleasant,
but not quite as nice as the lace that she wore.

It's difficult to properly explain what happened next.  To simply say that I
was subjected to an erotic full body massage which resulted in me ejaculating
in her hand would be accurate, but that would be a whole inadequate
description.
So many questions... For instance, how did she remove my shorts when my feet
were tied up?   She started off very soft, with powder on my still cold skin,
and we finished off slippery, but not oily, and where had the powder gone?

I know that there were fingers all over me, first firm relaxing me into
blissful submission, and then soft and teasing making me catch my breath with
anticipation.   And then her soft skin would press against me, firmly
pressing me down, rubbing me and teasing me to spread, lift and make my ass,
cock and thighs vulnerable to her touch.  Then abruptly, she would spank,
pinch or hush me down again.  How dare I think she was ready take me that
way?   But, then it would repeat.   How many times through the cycle of
relaxation, submission and anticipation occured, I don't know.

That first ejaculation, the climax of climaxes, was almost in some ways
anti-climatic, as it was simply the right stroke at the right time, and then
total submission and relaxation.  I found myself laying on the sheet,
cock still hard, when her again on top of me, breathing relaxation into my
ear.    She had prepared a bowl of warm scented water and a cloth, and she
sweetly washed my shaft, balls, legs and ass.

I would learn that the scented oil she rubbed on afterwards had a savory
taste, and it was this taste that she received when she licked my ass the
first time.  In the process of oiling me, she had flipped around, feet
legs and ass sitting on my back, and hands stroking my buttocks.

She place a rolled up towel under each hip, lifting my ass up in the way that
I had previously so desired.... my cock seeming to float happily in the newly
available space.   It was in this position that she lay down, a hand on
each hip to control me, and in which her tongue first made contact with my
anus.

The moan I made was deep, long, and left me totally breathless.

"You liked that", she observed, adjusting herself in a provocative way.
I felt he rubbing her mons against my shoulder blade, her knees bent to
pin me down.  Her nipples glided across the small of my back, and her fist
found it's way onto my shaft.  And she waited.  One breath. Two. Three...
only she she didn't finish that breath, she struck her tongue across my ass.
It was long... she pressed me down with much of her weight... and at the same
time, her fist slide up my shaft, forcing me to take all of the lick.

"I'm gonna do that a third time", she told me once I had recovered enough to
hear her.  "But first...", she rumaged through the toys, and returned with
the penis pump that I had recently acquired.  She put a bit of lube on it,
and then slid it under me... Three squeezes and my already hard cock was now
inside it, as far as it could go.   I had been a bit disappointed at the toy,
my first pump, as it didn't really go to a very high pressure, and once the
initial rush of the instant growth was over, there was very little in the way
of stimulation.

"There.... now you'll stay hard, and you won't worry about making any mess",
she explained, rather matter-of-factly.  How did she know me so well?

With both hands now free, she spent some more time stroking my ass, opening
me up with a finger or two... with two fingers she found and stroked my
prostrate.  I was comfortable being that vulnerable, and yet I was also
anxious, as prostrate stimulation always makes me feel like I had to pee.
"Talk to me.", she commanded, sensing my anxiety in the clenching of my ass.

I tried to explain about needing to pee, but it was in one word utterances.
"That's okay.  The pump will collect it all if you pee.  I'll bet you cum
though".. and with that confident and very certain accomodation of my
concern, I felt my anxiety decline, and for the first time, the prostrate
strokings took on a pleasure of their own.

She removed her fingers, and inserted a toy.  I think it was the
chain-of-beads, and it went way in really easily.  She seemed impressed, as
there were happy expresses of "nice", and "mmm!"...  partway in, I felt her
tongue on my ass... and then suddenly, she bit my ass.

As I lay astonished from the surprise bite, she spanked me in the same spot.
It smarted!   And then she licked that spot.  A slight further push, and
the beads were all the way in, and at that point, she rolled off of me.
I didn't know that my shoulder blade would miss the rubbing of her mons so
much until she had gone.

She sat back on her knees to assess the situation.   She liked what she
saw, and told me that.  She lay down next to me, her hand on the small of my
back.  She made me turn my head to face her, and she began to kiss my face.

"Soon, I'll take you into my bedroom, and then you'll become devoted to only
my pleasure", she purred quietly to me.  She was clearly not, however, in a
rush.   She slowly rolled on top of me, her mons again finding a spot against
my upper-thigh to press, and the handle of the beaded-anal-plug being pushed
gently by her leg.  She lay on top of me, sharing the maximum amount of
skin possible.  "People need skin contact... I think you suffer from
touch deprivation"... "but I sure like touching you"

"Especially here", she passed her hand up my thigh, across the hip, teased
the side of my stomach.  "What's this", she wondered with pretend innocence
as she found the squeeze pump of the penis pump.  She squeezed it a few
times, and a new found urgency returned to my cock.   Her hand then returned
to my skin, finding new spots to rub... she shifted her weight so that she
was more to my left side... and her hand roamed to the more sacred spot on my
body.  The patch between ass and balls known as the taint.

"Should I touch you here?", she asked, as her finger pantomined doing exactly
that.  "Please", I moaned.  "No talking", she answered, silencing me with a
kiss.  I yearned for the touch, and she knew it...  One finger danced nearby,
but she didn't touch me... instead she tugged on the handle of the beads, and
one pulled out of my ass.  The passing of beads out of my ass was always a
huge pleasureable release, and she celebrated that release by stroking my
taint with all four fingers... holding it for a tantalizing few seconds.

"Did you like that?" she queried. "Yes, you did. You definitely liked that.
... and I liked doing that. "   With the movement, the feeling of having to
pee returned, but this time I just accepted it, and it grew.  I began to moan.
"Oh, yes!" she explained as she felt the tension in my grow.
She sat up, and pulled on the beads, removing them quickly, and inserted
her other thumb... She had a hand on me... she completely controlled me
with a thumb in my ass, and four fingers on the taint... she squeeze, and...
I came.

Seduced by Suzie

I arrived and knocked, and the door opened to a dark hallway. I entered and the door closed behind me, and she said "hang your things and join me on the couch"

I did as instructed, and I entered a space lit by one or two candles. I was wore dress pants and a dark turtleneck, and I sat down on her right. She took my hand in hers, and lay her head back to look at me, smiling. Placing her other hand on my chest, she turned towards me and kissed me very gently. She wore something dark and flowing: some kind of black silk wrap. If she wore anything under that, I couldn't tell in the light.

The kiss intensified, and then still holding my hand in hers, she raised that left arm over my head, pinning me gentle. Between kisses, she explained: "I'm going to make you cum. I'm going to empty you."

She bit her lip in a cute way as she said that, and then she bit my lip gently. She pushed me sideways, and I soon found myself on my back, sideways on the couch, my two arms pinned above my head, my feet still, at this point, on the ground. She kissed and nibbled at me, as she pressed her body against mine. The bulge in my pants of my erection was unmistakable, and she commented on it as she pressed her thigh against me.

Her wrap fell away from her, revealing black pantyhose, and a form fitting tub top. After a few more kisses, kneeling above me, she reached forward, pushing her breasts into my face, to pull a rope from behind the couch, and soon my hands were tied. Her hands free from needing to pin me down, the roamed across my chest, opening a button here and there, and grabbing my now throbbing hard on through my pants. My pants betrayed me, as the button and zipper presented no resistance at all to her hands. While straining under the intense pressure my underwear did not yet abandon me. She stroked me from thigh, across boxers, and then up my hairy chest. Her other hand played in my hair, holding my head for better kissing.

She extracted herself from me, standing up, letting hands and hair caress me. She grabbed a leg, a sock and a pant leg, and my pants disappeared. Another rope at the other end of the couch quickly kept my legs restrained. She knelt next to me, and regarded my prone form; she ran her hand through my hair and tickled my stomack, and traced my erection through my boxers. She wasn't shy with her nails; but she used them more to tickle rather than scratch.

"Once your cock is completely empty, your body will be mine: I'll have you anyway I want", she explained.

Her hand wandered up my shorts to caress my erection. She licked my nipples and squeezed my muscles. She tried to rip my boxers off, but that just gave me a wedgie... "do I have any scissors?" she wondered out loud, but in the end, she just pulled my member out the leg hole and stretched things to accommodate her wish. A few licks and I was holding my breath.

"Poor baby, it's so intense, isn't it?" she murmured. "And I've just started, too".

"I wonder... are you more scared that you will cum without my permission, or scared you won't cum when I tell you? ", she said this to me as she kissed me, putting a leg around me so that she could lie straight on me. In this inverted missionary, girl on top position, she pressed her pelvis into me, rubbing her pussy against me.

This motion was in some sense relaxing for me; perhaps relaxing is the wrong word. Reassuring is perhaps the better word. She let my breathing catch up for me, and reminded me to breath deeply. I did this, breathing through each of my chakras in turn, visualizing pulling warm golden purple energy from my groin to my head.

She rubbed her pantyhose covered clitoris against my cock for a long time; I'm not really sure how long. My eyes opened to gaze into hers, and closed as she nibbled on my ear. It was a surprise when she separated herself from me just long enough to unroll a condom on my cock, and rip a small strategically placed hole in her pantyhose, and then she mounted me.

"This feels good", she told me between kisses and thrusts... "you may use your hips...", "yes... ", "go deeper"... She set a rhythm. She knew that I was barely able to hold on, and so told me: "I like your work out story.

You owe me 15 more thrusts", and she counted down, "15... 14... 13...mm. 12...11..." With each thrust I entered her deeper, but not just with my cock. I also seemed to a deeper level of trance, and so it was some surprise that I heard her whisper “zero” in my ear and roll off of me, her back against the couch, our heads on a throw pillow.

She hooked a blanket from somewhere and pulled it over us. “Sleep”, she told me. So I did.

I knew that there was more to… cum. I also knew that I had no reason to be anxious. She was in charge.

On Her Majesty's Sexual Service

Introduction

For some generations my family has served the as palace guards for the Royal Family of Transverse Polpi Muldovia. This is a kingdom often forgotten north of the breakaway state of Transnistria, hidden in the trees and mountains. Strategically unimportant, our king has kept our borders intact through ruse, politic and a certain pragmatic vagueness in allegiance.

I have two pre-teen sons, but have been widowed for some years. Our country is not young, what the last century’s wars did not kill, the big cities attracted. The king is aging, but is married to a beautiful bride who has given him three young daughters. Our laws are baroque, and could break the succession as women may not inherit. Our kingdom has electricity, Internet and mobile phones, but we still bake bread by hand, heat our rooms with wood, and have rugs and wall hangings on our stone walls to keep away the chill and contain the noise.

A message arrived, I was summoned to Her Royal Highness’ rooms. No doubt I was needed to move some furniture or some such. This happens regularly. Royal guards haven’t done much in the way of guarding since we started buying door locks in the 16th century. I was met at the door by Her Majesty’s prime Chamber maid. She gave me an odd smile, invited me in, lead me to an inner alcove where I found Her Majesty eating breakfast.

“Tomas,” she greet. “Please sit. The King has instructed me in certain things necessary for the kingdom, and I’ve decided you will be tasked with helping me.”

I sat at the round table. The chamber maid sat next to me in a way that would make it difficult for me to stand up again.

“As you know, I’ve given His Majesty three daughters. They are a delight to him, but our constitution requires a male heir. “, I nodded, unsure how this involved me. “His Majesty is not ignorant in the ways of how and who determines gender of a baby. His Majesty has instructed me, given his challenge, to fight an appropriate champion. One for instance with a track record of several sons.” She stopped speaking, allowing this to sink in. It did. I began to protest, but the lady next to me stepped on my foot to remind me that I did not have leave to speak.

“I thought you would agree. We can start this morning. I’m looking forward to rooting with you. My chambermaid Jane will get you ready, and bring you to me.”

Jane

Jane stood and lead me away down a hallway into an anteroom to Her Majesty’s chambers. As a guard, I had studied the layout well, but had never been into either room. The anteroom had a small door that opened in. It had a few small cupboards, a desk, chair, narrow cot and a shower. A chambermaid could relax here until Her Majesty needed her, and then could enter the Royal Chamber through a small sharply angled hallway. A royal shout or scream would easily result in help, but casual conversation would not.

Jane helped me get undressed, she hung my ceremonial armor on a stand, and within minutes I stood nude in front of Jane in the small space. I felt slightly shy. Jane was rather attractive, slightly older than Her Majesty’s 35 years: more smolder, less cuteness. Jane wore business attire: a skirt that showed off her lovely hips. She removed her jacket to show that her 38D bust was just barely restrained by her formal blouse. Observing her my cock hardened, and she smiled.

“You will not, of course, be permitted to gaze upon Her Majesty’s beauty”, she said as stepped behind me, and wrapped my head with a scarf to blindfold me.

Her hands then traced down my chest, and got hold of my hardening cock. She whispered to me: “Her Majesty requires fresh semen. Before I may bring you to her, I will need to empty you. I will also be your fluffer, and I will be responsible to making sure you perform as She commands”

I heard the door to the shower stall open, and the water began running. She returned, and clearly having filled her hand with soap, proceeded to lather my body up.

She took special attention to soap up my cock, and it grew harder with her attention.

I heard a zip as shed her skirt, and I guess she had discarded her blouse already, as I felt her press herself against me from behind. She pushed/guided me into the shower.

“I felt you looking at my ass as we walked down the hallway, and at my blouse. Such naughty thoughts you had about me… which shall all become true”, her voice smiled as she explained this. She was scrubbing my soapy ass with her right hand, while she stroked my cock with the left. Standing next to me, she pulled my head down and pressed her nipple into my mouth.

I came in the shower from this attention, but she didn’t stop. She turned me around, my back to the wall. She pressed her ass against me, and rotated, and the last drop or two of cum was drained. The wet material in which my cock got tangled in told me that she was still wearing panties, now soaked. She turned around, and I found her tongue in my month. I put my arms around her, but she broke off the kiss, and held my hands above my head. “Perhaps I shall restrain you in the future. Her Majesty would probably prefer that… Hmm.”

With that, I felt myself get stiff again, and noticing that, she turned the shower water off, and a built-in blast of hot air dried us both off. She dragged me out of the shower by the cock, and it was clear by the distance that we were travelling that it was all the way to Her Majesty’s chambers.

Sperm Donor

My ears told me that we were in a bigger chamber, but clearly a warm place with many hangings to absorb the noise. I heard some murmuring from ahead of me, and then I felt another hand on my cock guiding me forward, and then two new hands cupping my ass cheeks, a body on each side of me. “Kneel on the bed”, a new voice said.

As I knelt down I felt legs curl against my legs behind me, The hands on my ass glided up my side guiding me forward. My cock shaft was pressed against a nice soft ass, and my hands brought forward to her sides.

A rock backwards to remove the softness, and then I was grabbed, and pushed forward, into Her Majesty’s pussy. She was clearly ready for me, and she pushed backwards and upwards and only seconds after I first entered the room, I had mounted her. Perhaps that verb tense is wrong: I had been mounted. As I pumped Her Majesty, the other two women in the room settled behind me, pressed their bodies against the cheeks of my ass. They both pressed me down, setting up a very fast rhythm. I could tell that their hands roamed widely, and with that my cock got harder and grew deeper.

Her Majesty seemed to appreciate the drilling she was receiving based upon the breathing I could hear. In only a few minutes I exploded with a moan. The ladies did not stop. They kept going, pressing every drop out of me. And then on a signal I didn’t hear, and couldn’t see, it was over as quickly as it had started.

After(noon)

After being led back to the anteroom, blindfolded and dripping girl goo, I was pushed into the shower, and left there. Jane told to clean up, and then left. I removed the blindfold, and washed myself. My cock was sore, and I felt like I needed a nap!

Someone had been in the anteroom when we were out and my clothing was not to be found. I found a lone garment, a Yellow Leather boxer with a zipper. I put them on, and finding myself exhausted, made use of the small bed in the room.

I was asleep instantly.

Doctor Copper

This is part 1 of three? maybe four. probably still needs some work

It had been years since I’d visited silicon valley and San Francisco, but on this trip I had made sure to have a few days to visit old friends and just hang out.  I looked forward to my first Bondassage session; the bay area being a hotbed of tantric expertise.  I was a fan, maybe even an addict, of sensual massage, and also a fan of being tied up.  Ms. Copper promised both.

I met up with Ms. Copper on an unusually dry November evening, a Sunday.  I arrived at 5pm, and she showed me in.  It was a pleasant 17C outside, and so she had setup her table in a room with a view of the bay, with the windows wide open, the shutters slightly turned to have the the waning sun illuminate the floor rather than our eyes.  

She tied me up with a gleeful smile, and blindfolded me, and turned on the music… It was a fantastic experience, and I could tell when she was done with me that she had taken as much, if not more, from me, than I had got from her.   She seemed to know more my body than I knew.  The sum of our happiness afterwards was significant larger than the sum before we started.

Perhaps you expected this story to be about Bondassage and what she did to me; it’s not, the Bondassage was just the beginning.  Ms Copper and I sat down and began to chat some more; with headphones on one can’t chat during a session.  She brought out some bits of fruit, and after a few minutes wondered if I was hungry for something larger.  She was, and as I had arrived at her place by transit, she suggested we go for dinner and she’d drop me off back at my hotel later on.  I was quite agreeable to this idea.

We got jackets on, and went into her garage, and her vehicle was a Harley.  She found me a spare helmet, and goggles.   She pressed herself against me, pushing me against a wall, and kissed me; nay, it was more like she tasted me.  “Now, “, she added, “you’ll have to hang on to me tightly.”. She turned around, and rubbed her ass against my crotch. She took my arms, and put them around her waist, and crossing my hands on her chest, and placed one hand on each ample breast. “This is how tight. Don’t be shy; I’ve already bitten you”.

Mounting the bike behind her, my now raging hard-on pressed against her leather clad ass,

I hung on to her exactly as she told me.  She took off up the coast, straight up 1 towards Half-Moon Bay.  The ride was bumpy, and I’m sure she pressed her ass against me far more than was necessary; between the evening dusk, and being behind her, I couldn’t see the road that well, so each patch of rough road was pleasant surprise.  Although I’d been on the road before, I usually had been driving, and I took in the view.  

We stopped about half an hour up, she pulled off the road onto a small path, went through a field and we were at the edge of a rough beach, along the left a 30foot cliff rose, and she navigated across a short span of gravel to a spot with a bit of shelter.  I was surprised to see another bike there; it had a trailer, and that kept me at first from noticing it was identical to Ms. Copper’s bike.  

She had me grab the two bags that were in the paniers, and she me along the cliff to the south.  The surf crashed in the darkness a hundred meters or so to my my right, keeping my attention.  We rounded a corner and found ourselves in a wide, slightly shallow cave. The cave was 10 feet in height, and provided very good cover; a fresh bon fire burned in the front of it, and a few recliners were around.  A single figure rose from a lounge recliner to greet Ms. Copper. They embraced out of my earshot.  The figure wore a hooded swim parka..  “This is Darla Gold”, she told me. “She says we can enjoy her fire”, and Ms Copper moved two long lounge chairs so that they had a view of the surf, but were close to the fire. “Sit, enjoy the view, let your eyes adjust, so we can look at the stars”

I sat, the suggestion, occupying my entire mind for a moment.  I reclined.  The scent of a spliff came to me; and then Ms.Copper was again next to me, handing me the reefer, I took a long pull, and Darla’s hand above my head came out of the darkness, as the spliff continued to travel.  Ms.Copper snuggled against me; she had removed her jacket, leather pants, and seemed to be wearing only boy shorts and her long-sleeve cotten turtle-neck.   She pulled a wool army blanket over us, and I leaned down to kiss her.  She tasted of sweet fruit.

Our lips parted, and the smoke whirled around my head, and I closed my eyes; a body pressed against me on the left,, and I my eyes, and it was Ms. Copper, and she pulled me towards her, and we kissed, and it was if we had never met before. The kiss was hesitant and so full of anticipation, and I just fell into it without another much of another thought.

Well, I did abstractly notice that I guess Darla, now on my right, had pulled my shirt up, and was biting gently on my nipple, and my pants were undone, but my brain did not remark on it, so much as wonder why it was being distracted from this kiss.

The kiss was so amazing, it was minutes before I even thought to grope, Ms. Copper her some more with my left arm.  When I finally got around to that, I found her ass as I had left it, full, round, firm and needing squeezing.  I wanted my right arm to help too, but it was under Darla, it seemed, and unable to move.

Ms. Copper held the back of my head with her right, and the spliff in her left, and she broke off the kiss to suck the last of the butt, blowing her smoke at me.  After that kiss, I needed all the air I could get, and that toke filled me… the night sky spun… was it a minute or an hour, I was not sure.  Longer I thought, because Ms. Copper returned to kiss me from the right… I guess she got up and walked around the recliner while the stars swirled… my hand wanted to grab her ass again, but that hand was tied.  

But my hand wasn’t entirely useless, as she straddle my leg in a way that permitted, nay, encouraged, my fingers to stroke her labia, and this caused her to interrupt the kiss for a gasp here and there.

Darla, now on my left, clearly preferred my hands tied, as that wrist was now immobilized as well… she pulled my pants down, and freed my erection by pulling it out the pantleg of my shorts… this motion always gave me an extra pulse of naughty desire… and I heard Darla murmur appreciatively as I grew larger.   The soft wetness I felt must have been a tongue, and the constriction, some kind of cock ring behind my balls…

Darla must have been shy to show me her face, as whenever my eyes unrolled from inside my head, Darla would have switched sides, but she’d still be under the blanket… licking me, tit fucking me, or just playing with me.  Ms. Copper must have had her tongue in my mouth the entire night long… sitting on my hand, having me pleasure her with one hand and then, when that hand began to cramp, she’d switch sides…

It was a warm night for November, but it was a bit of chill that woke me up, the sky still dark. Two bodies were pressed against me for my natural warmth, heads on my chest, my still restrained hands, cupping their now bare asses.  My cock still throbbed a bit, the cock ring still held me a bit hard.   Warm girl goo coated me from knee to belly button...

I finally saw Darla on my left… or wait, that was Ms.Copper, so Darla was on the right. No wait, that was Ms. Copper.   Huh?  Twins?  I was too relaxed to be surprised, or worry much about it… (Or so I thought for the next two days)

Slowly we awoke with the light slowly growing, and I was released, and I got dressed.

My shorts were gone; destroyed one of the ladies said, giggling.  I went commando in my jeans.  

As I helped pack up the small camp, I was thrilled to find that each time a lady passed me, she spanked me, and then reached between my legs for a further grope.  Once I was even playfully tripped and felt up… I had not removed the cock ring as their suggestion, and I sure enjoyed being desired.

One of them, I think the one I arrived with, that is, the “original” Ms. Copper, whispered in my ear, “she really needs oral right now”, and pushed me towards Darla.  

I approached, shy at first, and then, as Ms.Copper pantomimed having her ass smacked, I became emboldened, and stepped up behind her.  I placed my hands on her hips, and kissed her neck, and before she could turn to kiss me, slid my hands down her ass into her shorts,, dragging them down.  She understood wordlessly, and I guided her to the single remaining chair, and knelt in front of her.

I worshipped her silently, intensively, focused and serious… and then Ms.Copper spanked me as Darla moaned.  That made Darla giggle, which made it impossible for me to remain so serious, and soon we all laughed, except that my mouth was full.  Soon Darla’s laughed returned to being moans, and then some sound in between….

Darla lay still in recovery while Ms.Copper and I took the three loads of things up to the trailer, and on the way back she said to me, “Thanks for that; it was great.”

I went down to grab the last things, and Darla, and smiling at me, she followed me back up the cliff.  When we arrived I discovered the motorcycle with the trailer was gone along with Ms.Copper.  Darla said, “I think you were promised a ride back to your hotel?”, and motioned for me to get on behind her. Helmets secured, we tore up highway to LaHonda, and then over the mountains, back to my little hotel in Sunnyvale.

What a storm.
It rained, and it rained.  Harder and harder.

It would have been wonderful to watch it from some mountain side, maybe in a cave or a cliff-side chalet, with a nice shower, and floor to ceiling windows (or cave entrance).

We wound up close to this ideal, but without the fire.

I had seen you riding to work many a morning, along the river parkway towards the west.  You'd sometimes catch up with me, and sometimes I'd catch up with you in our 45 minute ride from civilization out to the dreary concrete of west-end high-tech urban misplanning.

What I could tell about you before: you were blonde, you were as tall as me, perhaps taller.  Not a small woman, but rather Amazonian. You had a nice ass: everyone has a nice ass in bike shorts.  Eyes, breasts, arms, cheeks, and smile were all mysteries to me.

When I'd catch up with you I'd draft you... not as much for wind shield as much as for the view.  I noticed you drafted me too.. I amused myself thinking that maybe my ass looked as good to you.

I saw the ring on your finger; the ring that should have been on my finger banged against my chest on the chain that I wore.  "I'm married, not dead!" One's mind can wander during a 45 minute ride, and having a nice ass to fantacize about keeps the focus, and makes the legs work harder.

Based upon the weather warnings, I left an hour and a half early that Thursday, hoping to make it home before the rain hit.  I ran into you at the traffic light leaving the office park, and we exchanged typical Canadian comments about the weather.

But, it wasn't to be.  The sky got dark. Very dark.  The wind picked up; never blowing in the same direction for more than 10 seconds.   We both fought for control, and we got halfway home before I skidded out on the gravel and landed in the knee deep puddle.

It was dark, the rain was coming down hard.  You stopped to help me. My knee was full of gravel and was thinking about bleeding.  My bike was okay, but I decided to walk a bit.  You stayed with me, and it was that then that we realized that this was a most desolate part of the parkway, and that there was no traffic at all on the nearby road.

A pedestrian underpass was nearby, a way that I sometimes used if I had errands.  We huddled into the underpass: the angle of it was such that little wind actually went through it, and it was dry.

Now in the dry space, my adrenaline subsided a bit, and I noticed how wet and cold I was.  It was you who told me to get my wet things off, and you dug through my panier for my day clothes.  You were also wet, and not being shy, in an instant I was standing there in my underwear, and noticed you were nude.  My reaction was huge, if my underwear hadn't been wet, I would have ripped them... your smile at seeing my reaction was even larger.

Seeing your smile, my chagrin turned to admiration, as I checked you out properly for the first time.  A beautiful smile was framed by tangled helmet head dirty blonde hair.  Your eyes, a light brown, dark eye brows, and slightly freckled cheeks.

Shoulders strong, broad. Breasts ample and happy looking.

"You look as nice from this side", you said to me, obviously checking me out as well.  You stepped closer to me, yanking my wet underwear aside to grab my swollen cock, and then you kissed me.  I was shocked by how hot your lips were, that is, until I felt your bosom press against my chest.  I caught my breath, and reached out to put my hand on your lower back, pulling you closer.

My hand roamed lower, touching your firm biking ass, in the way that I'd wanted to every time I cycled behind you, drafting you.  As you squeezed my cock you told me: "skin on skin contact, best way to stay warm", and I smiled.

I turned around, your hand didn't leave my cock, "Hey, come back" you said.
I pulled your bike towards me, standing it up, and then yanked the seat  quick release, so the seat dropped down.  "Mount your bike, let me see your ass", I said.  You understood immediately.  I was straddling the back wheel, holding the bike up between my legs.  Letting go of me you straddled the
bike.

"Feet on your petals", I instructed.  "Grab hold of the handle bars" "Rub yourself against the seat",  I said, putting my hands on your hips.  "Pedal backwards", I added, and your lovely legs started to move.

I pulled your hips back a bit, and raised the seat slightly so that the point of the seat was now pressing against your labia.  I figured that it would cause your pleasure, and a moan from you confirmed that it was working.

I moved closer, still holding the bike between my legs, and my erect shaft bumped into your golden ass.  Both still a bit wet from the rain, there was just enough slide for your ass to grind against my cock, and soon I was moaning too.

With your feet in your pedals, your hands on the handle bars, and my thighs holding the bike up, you pushed your ass back against me, grinding me with your ass, grinding your pussy against the seat... I held your hips, and a minute later heard you yell... I covered your ass with cum... I nearby let go of the bike, but I managed to hang on until you got off the bike.

You smiled at me, whispered your name, "Laura" in my ear.  Our hearts were both pounding, and all memory of cold was gone.  We got dressed and set out for our respective homes.  Maybe I should get back into year-round cycling I wondered.

My second class (part A)

I arrived about 5 minutes early that day.  I never want to be late (even
"fashionably") for a session, but I had previously intelligence that I should
never ring a ladies' doorbell more than 1 minute early.

So I looked at my watch, :57, an I turned around and stared across the
street.  I found a shadow of a beam very interesting, and I tried not
to think too much about the first session in the series.

Before I could turn around and push the doorbell, I felt a hand
grab my belt from behind and pull me through the door.  The door
closed in front of me, and I found myself turned around, up against
the door, a hand over my mouth to muffle my surprise.

"hi", she said to me.
The smile attached spoke loudly of the suppressed giggle.
"What were you waiting for?... this?"  and she kissed me.  Her hands
released my pants, and finding my shoulders, pulled me down into a crunch.

Her hand passed roughly over the growing bulge in my pants, and she
gave a little purr.  "I'm happy to see you today too...", she said as she stopped.

"Get naked", she told me, and she took my travel bag from me, and opened
it on a nearby table.  She removed some items, and quickly wrapped a tensor
bandage around my head, as a blindfold.  I had barely just got my shirt off,
and she finished pulling my pants down.  She threw the clothing on a bench.
I felt a rope cock-ring go around the base my penis, behind my balls, and
tighten.   She handed me another tensor bandage, telling me: "wrap yourself up
as you told me about before".  It would be a bit of challange to this blind,
but I proceeded.  I felt cuffs go around my ankles, and as soon as I stopped
also around my wrists...  and a collar around my neck.

"Good", she said, stroking the hair on my chest.  "You really enjoyed the
soapy shower we took last time...  would you like to have another one?"
she asked me.  "yes, mistress, I would definitely love that".

"Perhaps... if you are good.  If you are bad,  I will repeat the punishment"

(Last time, Mistress had taken me in the shower, soaped me all up, and forced
me to cum in her hand in the shower.  She had then continued, grinding me for
a very long time with her ass.  I thought she told me to cum, and I did, but
I found out later, I was wrong.  She had tied me face down on her bed, and
taken my ass with her strapon for a very long time)

We went upstairs... she led me by the collar... at each landing, she stopped to make sure that I did not stumble, and verified my erection with a grope and a kiss.   The combination of walking, stumbling, and bits of giggling from her at my predicament left me feeling a bit shy and awkward, and I could feel a blush forming.  She commented on it at the top of the stairs, "how can you suddenly be shy?  It is so cute, I love it"... " come on", she added pulling me into her room.

She had me sit down on what I later learned was a classic vinyl pool recliner, like below, only with the leg support folded.

My legs/feet were quickly latched down, and my arms tied above my head. She sat on my thighs, and the kissing continued, but now she began to pinch my nipples, and stroke the bit of cock that stuck out of the tensor bandage.
Soon it was everything I could do just to breath... I think she put some clamps and clothespins on me, but it was hard to tell exactly what was going on.

"I'm really looking forward to that shower. Getting your cock all soapy was
so much fun", she would whisper to me.  Her fingers probe and stroked me
everywhere.  "Do you want to cum?", she asked, but she'd fill my mouth with
her tongue before I could answer.  "Maybe on this boob", she'd then add, as
she pushed a bared breast into my mouth, only to take it away again.

I had no idea what she had started out wearing, my vision having disappeared so quickly, but it seemed that she wore some kind of skin tight T-shirt, and cotton shorts --- the kind that covered a woman, but left nothing to the imagination.... She was regularly rubbing her mons against me as she teased me.  This seemed to go on and on... she would slow down, take a break, begin snuggle against my side, and nibble my ear, and begin to talk about a shower again... she it would begin again with a bite to my nipple, a squeeze of my balls, and a tongue across the tip of my cock...  Along the way, the reclining chair was fully reclined, and she began to smother me with her pussy.

It was during one of these 69 positions that she allowed my cock to become entangled in her shirt, and that I felt the wetness of my cum to cover her chest.  I don't recall the actual orgasm....  nor did she stop... it was just more lubricant, and she finally removed her shirt in order to be able to spread it over more of my body.

Wet Nurse victim part 2

part 1 (man, re-reading this months later, it needs another two edits. Sorry)

Nurse massaged me for a long time. My legs and arms were still restrained, and she would use that to as leverage for the stronger strokes.

She would start with long firm strokes, ones that would go from the nape of my neck down my back, across my ass and down to my calf.

I was

Each time her hands would linger longer on my ass, or delve deeper into my shorts. The length of the strokes would get shorter, the palm of her hand would change into fingers, and then just a tease of finger nails.

Lather, rinse, repeat. And I do mean lather: at first she just used olive oil and water in a mister. After she had taken me as high as she wanted, she would calm me down, often with a spanking, and then she would rinse off the oil.

She used rubbing alcohol once to remove the oil, and then followed up with a very soft baby powder.

Another time she used an intensively perfumed soap, and then, after she had dried me off again, she used unperfumed dove. The act of cleaning me off would lead directly into the next cycle of excitement.

Nurse explained to me her rules: "You will cum when I let you cum." "That doesn't mean you are to wait for my permission", she explained.

"I'm in charge... your body is completely under my control. If you feel you are going to cum, it's because I want you to.. You will not resist, you will not hold back. You are completely under my control.", I could feel the cat-like proprietary smile in your voice. "If I don't want you cum, you won't."

I can't give me a play by play, because I can't recall. It all became a blur of intensive senses....

At some point the pleasure overcame me and I became lost in it.

What I do know is that Nurse slowed my breathing down, whispered soothing words, and left me to wash her hands. I felt spent.. My entire body tingled, making be aware of every inch of my body, yet I was in a place where I barely knew the world existed.

Nurse lay on top of me; I could feel her press her mons into the back of my legs. She wasn't shy about her desire for me. My shorts had disappeared, cut off, I guessed, and she was clearly using me for her pleasure. "It's time for me to extract some more pleasure from your lovely body", she purred.

Sliding off of me, she undid my restraints, and led me blinking despite the dim candle light, to her tantric chair. She sat me down, reclining in the original girl on top position. A bungy cord under the chair restrained my legs. A single wrap of shrink-wrap tape around my chest secured my chest from moving.

I wondered what next.