Part two of: Eau de Clare
GINGER's introduction
A head poked itself in the side door of the limo, and the driver of the limo, Joan, was attached to it. She had removed her formal chauffeur jacket, and her pale face with red lipstick were even more contrasted against her black hair and white short-sleeve blouse. I wasn't generally into goth as a style, but Joan added a certain corporate respectability to her look.
"Amber's quite something, huh?" she asked, entering the back and picking up my discarded clothing. She reached into a compartment and handed me some wet towels from a dispenser, and then got out of the limo. I wiped myself down, and got out of the open door. Joan handed me my pants, and then held my shirt up for me to put that back on.
"Where are we?", I asked, looking around me. I saw a couple of other vehicles parked in what appeared to be a 15 car garage.
"We are in Ms. Clare's compound. You are her guest.", Joan explained. "Let me take you in to your room." Now that all my clothing was on again (minus
ruined underwear), Joan put her arm around my waist, pull me toward her and gave me a kiss. "I watched everything in the mirror, you know", she taunted. She then escorted me across the garage to a door. The door opened automatically and we entered.
Inside there was a small desk with a security guard sitting at it.
Well... the guard was a bleached blood woman in a guard's uniform. Grey uniform, her bust trying to escape the shirt. The young security guard looked up, and Joan greeted her. "This is Robert. Robert will be dinning with Ms. Clare tonight. What room should I take him to?"
Ginger looked me up and down, but settled on a nice stare at my crotch first.
There were some chocolatini stains there.
The young guard bounced up, and greeted me with a smile, and giggled at her too small uniform.
"I'm Ginger. Hah, yeah, well my other hair is red, but I'm playing at being blond today." She looked at me, scanned me up and down, and then she turned to Joan and said, "You can take him to room 314. Tie him to the bed."
Joan laughed. "Ginger, your 18th is not until Thursday. Your great-aunt was pretty clear to all of us. No noogie until you are legal."
Ginger's perkiness subsided a bit, and she consulted a book in front of her. "You are no fun, Joan Landsdown. Take him to room 105." We continued down the hall. Ginger yelled after us, "I hope you choke on his cock"
Joan explained that Ginger was Ms. Clare's great niece, and she was not yet 18. She had only two days to go, I surmised, as today was Tuesday.
Emerging briefly from my stupour, I protested: "I had an appointment at 1pm with a client! It is now 11:45."
Joan smiled at me... "yes, that's true. You do have that 1pm appointment with J. S. Crew & company. I'm the one that booked it. Ms. Julie S. Crew will meet you here at 1pm."
(After the morning's ride, to then learn that I was getting paid for this was mind boggling. I decided not to ask any more silly questions lest I wake from this dream)
We arrive at a room marked 105, Joan waves a pass card at the door, and it clicks open. She hangs up her jacket on a hook, revealing that her blouse is actually a short sleeve, and her lack of a bra permits the nipples of her firm 34Ds to show through.
We enter to a nicely decorated suite. A couch and chair on the left surround a low wooden coffee table with a typical AV bookcase on the right hand wall. A small kitchenette and cupboard fills the space near the door. A second door next to the AV stand on the right leads into a bedroom. I catch a gimpse of a king-size four post wrought iron bed before Joan closes that door.
Joan sits on the couch, and motions for me to sit next to her. I do. She places her left hand on my thigh and suggests a kiss with her mouth. I lean into her and kiss her. I fondle her breast through her shirt.
"mmm.", she murmurs, " but that breast has to wait until after the evaluation." She presses herself against me, running her hands up my chest, and soon she is laying on top of me, and we are making out. Apparently, she can touch me, but I shouldn't touch her now.
After some minutes, I finally ask, "What is this about an evaluation?"
"Well, Ms. Julie will be examining you, and giving you a sexual fitness test.", Joan explained as she rubbed herself against me like a cat, nibbling on various bits of my exposed skin: ears, neck, jaw, and back to lips.
"It's like this. Julie will be determining exactly what it takes to get you off. How often. How much. That kind of thing.", Joan mumbled into my chest. "Then she'll write a detailed report, I'll read it, and knowing everything about you, I'll come and fuck you dry every day. Or maybe another girl will."
At the thought, she runs a hand up my loose shirt, and then stops. "Mmm. must do that. not allowed yet.", she mumbles and removes her hand. I motion for her to continue her explanation.
"Ms. Clare... she has found an elixir of youth... it is made out of men's semen. Julie will be evaluating your suitability for our production.", Joan continued, between breathless kisses. "Julie will explain more."
(I didn't know what to make of this. So I remained silent.)
"Perhaps, I will be assigned to take care of you regularly.", Joan explained.
Both heads thought: (that would be a good)
"Would you like something to eat?", she asked, getting up reluctantly. Joan found us some nibbles in the kitchenette, turned the TV on, and sat down on the couch. "Sit in front of me," she requested, settling into the couch. I sat down and she wrapped a leg around me, and settled in to watch TV. Nothing erotic. Just reruns. Time passed.
"Oh, and in the top drawer of that cabinet, you should find some suitable underwear. The bathroom is over there" (pointing at another door). "Please go put it on"
I complied, emerging from the bathroom wearing grey boxers under my kaki pants, sitting back down with Joan.
KNOCK.
Startled, I sit up. I had dozed off at Joan's breast. I see her and remember where I am, and she smiles naughtily. Very naughtily. Whatever she knows, she doesn't tell, but my heart beat rises, and my cock stiffens again. Joan stands, gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy yourself" she says.
She straightens her clothing, and walks to the door, wiggling her ass in her black uniform pants. She collects her chauffeur hat from the table on the way, and opens the door.
Julie enters, greets Joan, and Joan leaves.
(continue)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Eau de Clare -- part un
Part one of Eau de Clare
It was when I was walking along main street, having just left a meeting that the limo pulled up next to me. It was a pretty brisk day.
A window rolled down on the passenger side, and a pretty face asked: "Excuse me, I wonder if you could give us some directions." I thought it was pretty strange the the driver didn't know where to go, but well, it was a very pretty face.
"Sure, I say. No problem. Where are you trying to go?"
By this point, the driver had gotten out, come around to talk to me. As the driver approached, I realized it was a she.
"Hi, I'm Joan. I wonder if you could direct us to the technology museum?", she asked. Joan was wearing a black suit, typical chauffeur look. A nice leather cap adorned her head and some beautiful hair was tucked up underneath it.
Before I could say anything at all, the back door opened, and pretty face said, "come in where its warm". "Okay." I said.
I got in, sat down. It was a typical limo, a bench in the back, two seats facing it, and a minibar. Two women where in the vehicle, pretty face on the bench, slide over. The other woman sat in the far seat. I got in, moved to sit in the seat so that Joan could get in, but she just closed the
door, and went around to get into her seat.
"huh, wouldn't it be better if I gave the instructions to your driver?" I asked. The ladies just smiled. Joan got in the front, and the window dividing the front and back came down, and she brandished a map of the city and a pen.
The third woman, clearly the one in charge, said "Hi, I'm Clare. This is my great-niece, Amber."
AMBER
Clare was wearing a light blue business suit, with a knee length skirt, and orange nylons. On a woman of less confidence, this might have looked garish, but on Clare, it said "I know precisely what I like." Clare had exceptionally clear skin, and her face seemed to shine the way a six-year olds might. Clare looked about 34.
Amber, about 22, was wearing a kind of jumpsuit/overall - it was brown-ish, had lots of zippers and pockets, and was tight fitting. Something between what the UPS person would wear, and what a Top-Gun would wear. She wore brown low-cut Doc's. Amber had the tom-boy look down pat. She wore no makeup, although her hair covered a bunch of her face now that there was no wind to blow it back.
"Okay, did you want me to mark the map for you then?" I asked, as Clare passed the map to me. "That would be almost ideal." Clare said. "Better would be if you could guide us, and my driver could give you a ride home."
As it was -20 below, and I'd seen my bus go by just at that moment, I agreed. "Joan, first turn around and head down towards the freeway, get on it going west." I said. Joan nodded, and rolled the window up.
Clare asked me if I'd like a drink, mentioning that they were drinking chocolate martinis. I thought that would be nice, and Amber crouched over the bar to poor it for me. All I could really see was a very nice ass.
At this point, Joan stepped on the accelerator, and Amber spilt half the martini on herself, and landed in my lap. She giggled, but didn't say anything for a moment. Clare just smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Thomas, Joan prefers to drive stick. The clutch was just replaced." Amber still hadn't moved.
Amber motioned for me to take the glass from her right hand, so she could steady herself. I took the glass, and Amber moved her right hand down to my knee. Rather than lift herself off of me, she kind of just repositioned herself backwards, ass right on my crotch. My cock was hard in an instant.
Before I could even have time to become embarrassed about this, Amber leaned back, putting her head on my left shoulder, and tucking her shoulder under my chin.
Amber pouted: "Oh, would you look at that! I got chocolatini on my new silk bra."
In that position, I had only to look down. Her jumpsuit had a zipper down the front, and I could see straight down her cleavage to see her ample bosom, nicely wrapped in an orange bra. The bra had brown splotches on it.
My mouth went dry as I mumbled agreement. I realized I had a glass in my right hand, and quickly drained the martini. Amber, seeing my thirst, took the glass with her left hand, and handed it to Clare.
Clare said: "it seems that Amber has taken a liking to you. Do you mind if I watch her fuck you?"
I didn't exactly answer. Rather, I put an arm around Amber's waist and rotated her a bit so that I could see her face. I kissed her gently. She responded tenderly at first, putting a hand into my jacket and rubbing my chest gently. Then, she exploded - her tong reached into my mouth, and she grabbed my hand, pushing it onto her breast. I squeezed gently and enjoyed the touch. With her hand, she then reached under her arm and pulled a zipper down. I understood immediately, and slipped my hand in to find her bare flesh.
Her tongue didn't stop exploring my mouth for a moment during this.
Amber's busy hands soon helped me wriggle out of my winter jacket, and pulled my shirt over my head. With my hands above my head, tangled in my shirt, she quickly wrapped a leather string around both wrists, tying me up.
Amber then undid some more zippers on her shoulders, and her jumpsuit fell to her waist. She was straddling me, facing me. She rubbed her lacy orange bra against my bare chest. I shuddered at the touch.
I noticed Clare watching, and she caught my eye. She smiled fondly, and played with her hair. Amber reached for my buckle, and lifted herself a bit. Her tongue didn't leave my mouth. As Amber released me, Clare reached over and gave a tug on my pant legs, pulling them down to my knees. Clare then handed Amber a pair of safety scissors, and Amber cut my underwear off.
I'm still not quite sure how Amber did it, but clearly Amber's jumpsuit had even more zippers than I could see. Within a second of loosing my underwear, Amber had impaled herself with my very hard man-sword.
I tried to resist, but I failed, and I came almost immediately.
"Very good", purred Clare. "Do you think you get a second helping from him, Amber?"
Amber got up off of me, turning around in front of me. My hands were still tied up above my head. She pulled her jumpsuit off, and carefully extracted a female condom from herself. She handed it to Clare, took a normal male one.
Amber then bent down, applying the condom using her mouth, and sucked my shaft briefly.
"Do you like blow-jobs?" Amber mumbled.
I squirmed briefly - I never did like being sucked. Licked, great. Amber seemed to conclude this without speech from me, and she got up again, sitting on me, and wriggling her ass gently against my cock. I liked that, and my cock somehow got harder. "mmm", she purred.
Amber lay back slowly against me, giving me a great view of her breasts, still encased in the lacy orange bra. Reaching up, she released my hands. I quickly loosed myself and got two hands on her bosom. Amber's nipples hardened, and her ass seemed to part to permit my cock to enjoy her ass cleavage deeper.
I finally found the snap in the front of her bra, and as it snapped open, caught her bosom in my hands. She was amazing. But, it didn't last. No sooner did I have a nipple in my hand, then she pulled forward, away from me, and leaned over the seat facing us. Amber spread her legs, clearly inviting me to experience her doggy style.
I penetrated her slowly, she was not as lubricated as before - I realized it must have been the female condom, but she was wet. She got wetter, and I realized how tight and talented her cunt was. Fully penetrated, she told me to slow down, and she straightened up again, giving my hands full access to her breasts. She fucked me slowly for about ten minutes, and I came finally, almost without realizing it.
I hadn't noticed that we'd stopped moving, and that Clare had gotten out. Amber got up quickly, pushed me back into the seat, and gathering her lost clothing, left as well. I was left nude, my cock still hard, and slightly confused.
(to be continued)
It was when I was walking along main street, having just left a meeting that the limo pulled up next to me. It was a pretty brisk day.
A window rolled down on the passenger side, and a pretty face asked: "Excuse me, I wonder if you could give us some directions." I thought it was pretty strange the the driver didn't know where to go, but well, it was a very pretty face.
"Sure, I say. No problem. Where are you trying to go?"
By this point, the driver had gotten out, come around to talk to me. As the driver approached, I realized it was a she.
"Hi, I'm Joan. I wonder if you could direct us to the technology museum?", she asked. Joan was wearing a black suit, typical chauffeur look. A nice leather cap adorned her head and some beautiful hair was tucked up underneath it.
Before I could say anything at all, the back door opened, and pretty face said, "come in where its warm". "Okay." I said.
I got in, sat down. It was a typical limo, a bench in the back, two seats facing it, and a minibar. Two women where in the vehicle, pretty face on the bench, slide over. The other woman sat in the far seat. I got in, moved to sit in the seat so that Joan could get in, but she just closed the
door, and went around to get into her seat.
"huh, wouldn't it be better if I gave the instructions to your driver?" I asked. The ladies just smiled. Joan got in the front, and the window dividing the front and back came down, and she brandished a map of the city and a pen.
The third woman, clearly the one in charge, said "Hi, I'm Clare. This is my great-niece, Amber."
AMBER
Clare was wearing a light blue business suit, with a knee length skirt, and orange nylons. On a woman of less confidence, this might have looked garish, but on Clare, it said "I know precisely what I like." Clare had exceptionally clear skin, and her face seemed to shine the way a six-year olds might. Clare looked about 34.
Amber, about 22, was wearing a kind of jumpsuit/overall - it was brown-ish, had lots of zippers and pockets, and was tight fitting. Something between what the UPS person would wear, and what a Top-Gun would wear. She wore brown low-cut Doc's. Amber had the tom-boy look down pat. She wore no makeup, although her hair covered a bunch of her face now that there was no wind to blow it back.
"Okay, did you want me to mark the map for you then?" I asked, as Clare passed the map to me. "That would be almost ideal." Clare said. "Better would be if you could guide us, and my driver could give you a ride home."
As it was -20 below, and I'd seen my bus go by just at that moment, I agreed. "Joan, first turn around and head down towards the freeway, get on it going west." I said. Joan nodded, and rolled the window up.
Clare asked me if I'd like a drink, mentioning that they were drinking chocolate martinis. I thought that would be nice, and Amber crouched over the bar to poor it for me. All I could really see was a very nice ass.
At this point, Joan stepped on the accelerator, and Amber spilt half the martini on herself, and landed in my lap. She giggled, but didn't say anything for a moment. Clare just smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Thomas, Joan prefers to drive stick. The clutch was just replaced." Amber still hadn't moved.
Amber motioned for me to take the glass from her right hand, so she could steady herself. I took the glass, and Amber moved her right hand down to my knee. Rather than lift herself off of me, she kind of just repositioned herself backwards, ass right on my crotch. My cock was hard in an instant.
Before I could even have time to become embarrassed about this, Amber leaned back, putting her head on my left shoulder, and tucking her shoulder under my chin.
Amber pouted: "Oh, would you look at that! I got chocolatini on my new silk bra."
In that position, I had only to look down. Her jumpsuit had a zipper down the front, and I could see straight down her cleavage to see her ample bosom, nicely wrapped in an orange bra. The bra had brown splotches on it.
My mouth went dry as I mumbled agreement. I realized I had a glass in my right hand, and quickly drained the martini. Amber, seeing my thirst, took the glass with her left hand, and handed it to Clare.
Clare said: "it seems that Amber has taken a liking to you. Do you mind if I watch her fuck you?"
I didn't exactly answer. Rather, I put an arm around Amber's waist and rotated her a bit so that I could see her face. I kissed her gently. She responded tenderly at first, putting a hand into my jacket and rubbing my chest gently. Then, she exploded - her tong reached into my mouth, and she grabbed my hand, pushing it onto her breast. I squeezed gently and enjoyed the touch. With her hand, she then reached under her arm and pulled a zipper down. I understood immediately, and slipped my hand in to find her bare flesh.
Her tongue didn't stop exploring my mouth for a moment during this.
Amber's busy hands soon helped me wriggle out of my winter jacket, and pulled my shirt over my head. With my hands above my head, tangled in my shirt, she quickly wrapped a leather string around both wrists, tying me up.
Amber then undid some more zippers on her shoulders, and her jumpsuit fell to her waist. She was straddling me, facing me. She rubbed her lacy orange bra against my bare chest. I shuddered at the touch.
I noticed Clare watching, and she caught my eye. She smiled fondly, and played with her hair. Amber reached for my buckle, and lifted herself a bit. Her tongue didn't leave my mouth. As Amber released me, Clare reached over and gave a tug on my pant legs, pulling them down to my knees. Clare then handed Amber a pair of safety scissors, and Amber cut my underwear off.
I'm still not quite sure how Amber did it, but clearly Amber's jumpsuit had even more zippers than I could see. Within a second of loosing my underwear, Amber had impaled herself with my very hard man-sword.
I tried to resist, but I failed, and I came almost immediately.
"Very good", purred Clare. "Do you think you get a second helping from him, Amber?"
Amber got up off of me, turning around in front of me. My hands were still tied up above my head. She pulled her jumpsuit off, and carefully extracted a female condom from herself. She handed it to Clare, took a normal male one.
Amber then bent down, applying the condom using her mouth, and sucked my shaft briefly.
"Do you like blow-jobs?" Amber mumbled.
I squirmed briefly - I never did like being sucked. Licked, great. Amber seemed to conclude this without speech from me, and she got up again, sitting on me, and wriggling her ass gently against my cock. I liked that, and my cock somehow got harder. "mmm", she purred.
Amber lay back slowly against me, giving me a great view of her breasts, still encased in the lacy orange bra. Reaching up, she released my hands. I quickly loosed myself and got two hands on her bosom. Amber's nipples hardened, and her ass seemed to part to permit my cock to enjoy her ass cleavage deeper.
I finally found the snap in the front of her bra, and as it snapped open, caught her bosom in my hands. She was amazing. But, it didn't last. No sooner did I have a nipple in my hand, then she pulled forward, away from me, and leaned over the seat facing us. Amber spread her legs, clearly inviting me to experience her doggy style.
I penetrated her slowly, she was not as lubricated as before - I realized it must have been the female condom, but she was wet. She got wetter, and I realized how tight and talented her cunt was. Fully penetrated, she told me to slow down, and she straightened up again, giving my hands full access to her breasts. She fucked me slowly for about ten minutes, and I came finally, almost without realizing it.
I hadn't noticed that we'd stopped moving, and that Clare had gotten out. Amber got up quickly, pushed me back into the seat, and gathering her lost clothing, left as well. I was left nude, my cock still hard, and slightly confused.
(to be continued)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
garbage can be fun
M was naked, sitting on the bed next to me.
Her statuesque breasts bobbed as she talked.
While she'd just fucked me, and I was lying there sated, she was enthusiastic about my latest kink. My bag of tricks was nearby, on the trunk at the base of the bed, and she opened it.
She retrieved a large black garbage bag, and a large orange garbage bag. "I get to wear black, you wear orange, okay?", she declared.
I took the scissors from her, and snipped off the bottom corners, leaving 6" holes.
We each slide into our respective bags, pulling our legs through the holes. The plastic stretching accomodate. My bag came up just above my nipples, M's bag came up to her shoulders.
"What do you want in yours?", she asked, as I retrieved the duct tape.
"I want Keri lotion on my ass, and I want honey on my boobs, and cream down there", she announced. She then decided for me, "You should have soap on your nipples, and ass, and Zinc-oxide on your cock." (Zinc-oxide = diaper cream)
Delicately, we then poored our chosen lubricants into the bags. I did her first, and then I wrapped duct tape around her, under her armpits, above her boobs. I made a kind of belt as well out of tape. She then did me. When she'd finished, I leaned over and kissed her. She pressed herself gently against me, and heard her girlish giggle as the coolness of the fluids excited her skin.
I pushed her gently down on the bed, made sure to grab her everywhere so the various libricants would squish nicely, and kissed her again.
She exclaimed at the sensory pleasure -- things squished.
I mounted her --- a bizarre feeling as there were two garbage bags between us, and continued to kiss her and feel her up.
This went on for awhile, my cock got harder, and I could feel her nipples erect under me. It was very enjoyable. We were definitely not in a rush.
I rolled off of her, and we paused after awhile.
"Phase 2?" she queried, and I smiled a yes.
M had put a piece of sheet plastic (like for painting) on her mattress, andshe ripped the bedspread off to show it.
With that extra "protection" for the furniture, we added some more lubricant between us, on the outside of the plastic bags. We used margarine, it was still cold!
I put a blob of it on her cunt --- I could see the labia shape through the black plastic. My stiff cock, and her busy hands had stretched the orange bag around me, leaving me with an orange phallus. I press myself against her cunt with my plastic cock, and the margarine between squished very pleasantly. As the margarine melted with our heat it turned into oil and, the whole thing got very slippery.
I rolled over, trying to pull her over on top of me.
Instead, she went down with her breasts on my cock/phallus, and invited me to put some margarine on her, I held her plastic covered breasts together, and finally, I came inside my bag.
M climbed on top of me and rubbed her labia against my still hard cock, while kissing me. She pressed harder and harder. She began to moan.
She held me down, hands on my shoulders, knees on my thighs.
She used me... my cock stayed hard, and the pressure began to cause me some cock-too-hard-too-long pain. I began to breath hard again, matching her moans. My eyes opened, they closed. M's eyes were screwed up in pleasure.
M's body came down on top of me, and she pressed herself against me, and I could feel all her muscles clench as she let out a final moan.
Spent, oily, and exhausted, we lay for for a 15 minutes.
M rolled off of me, and lay next to me, her lips pressed against my ear. I could hear she had dosed off, and I did the same.
===
I felt the warm comfortable squish around my now relaxed cock cool. Air was entering there again, and with it... a hand! It grabbed my balls, and rubbed them roughly... My eyes opened, and M kissed me.
M had ripped my plastic bag open with her nails. Her hand lubbed me up, and as she made the rip in the plastic a bit bigger, she reached in and fingered my still soapy ass. She smiled, and said, "I'm not done with you yet!"
"Move to the side for a moment", she explained.
As I rolled over onto my left, and sliding backwards, M found the honey. A big blob of it went right into the middle of the bed, on the plastic sheet.
"Straddle it", she told me. I got onto all fours, with the blob under my chest. M got behind me on her knees. Her left hand reached around me, and strocked my cock and my balls, and her right hand spanked me. Her leg pressed against my prostrate.
"Next time, I'll get my strap-on out for you!", she warned me.
She pushed me with her leg, and I went down tummy-down against the bed. The honey covered plastic was waiting. M guided my cocked with her handright into the blob of it.
A moment later, she was on top of me. Her lips were inches from my ear.
She took my arms, and raised them above my head. Waiting there was a scarf, intertwined into the headboard. She wrapped it gently around my wrists.
With her right leg wedged firmly against my ass, and her body draped across my back, her hands were free to roam up and down my body. She undid what was left of the tape holding the plastic bag on, and ripping it up the sides, she gave me a wedgie.
"Hump the bed.", she instructed, and I lifted my pelvis up a bit.
M's leg pushed me down again, pressing me each time into the very sticky honey. I felt it ooze in every direction. Again and again.
Soon, it was my turn to moan. I was empty, I couldn't imagine another orgasm. But the pleasure was outstanding.
"I think I can do this all night", M said, teasingly. "Yes."
"I think I will do this all night. I think I will just keep you hard. Your cock will pulverize the carbon in the honey into diamonds.", M explained.
My moan became desperate.
"Keep fucking the bed." she said.
M was still on top of me as I pounded the plastic. She hung on to my shoulders, pressing her still plastic covered body against me. She slid her body up and down, and the tape holding it all together fell apart, and her breasts escaped.
I felt her now bare chest rub all over my back. She moved down my body, ripping her plastic off, pressing me down. It seemed like it bad been so long since I'd felt her skin against mine, it was divine.
As I thought about her lovely double-Ds against me, pressing now against my ass and legs, and then up to the back of my deck, I realized that I'd emptied myself.
"We have just enough time to shower before dinner.", M announced.
Dinner?
Her statuesque breasts bobbed as she talked.
While she'd just fucked me, and I was lying there sated, she was enthusiastic about my latest kink. My bag of tricks was nearby, on the trunk at the base of the bed, and she opened it.
She retrieved a large black garbage bag, and a large orange garbage bag. "I get to wear black, you wear orange, okay?", she declared.
I took the scissors from her, and snipped off the bottom corners, leaving 6" holes.
We each slide into our respective bags, pulling our legs through the holes. The plastic stretching accomodate. My bag came up just above my nipples, M's bag came up to her shoulders.
"What do you want in yours?", she asked, as I retrieved the duct tape.
"I want Keri lotion on my ass, and I want honey on my boobs, and cream down there", she announced. She then decided for me, "You should have soap on your nipples, and ass, and Zinc-oxide on your cock." (Zinc-oxide = diaper cream)
Delicately, we then poored our chosen lubricants into the bags. I did her first, and then I wrapped duct tape around her, under her armpits, above her boobs. I made a kind of belt as well out of tape. She then did me. When she'd finished, I leaned over and kissed her. She pressed herself gently against me, and heard her girlish giggle as the coolness of the fluids excited her skin.
I pushed her gently down on the bed, made sure to grab her everywhere so the various libricants would squish nicely, and kissed her again.
She exclaimed at the sensory pleasure -- things squished.
I mounted her --- a bizarre feeling as there were two garbage bags between us, and continued to kiss her and feel her up.
This went on for awhile, my cock got harder, and I could feel her nipples erect under me. It was very enjoyable. We were definitely not in a rush.
I rolled off of her, and we paused after awhile.
"Phase 2?" she queried, and I smiled a yes.
M had put a piece of sheet plastic (like for painting) on her mattress, andshe ripped the bedspread off to show it.
With that extra "protection" for the furniture, we added some more lubricant between us, on the outside of the plastic bags. We used margarine, it was still cold!
I put a blob of it on her cunt --- I could see the labia shape through the black plastic. My stiff cock, and her busy hands had stretched the orange bag around me, leaving me with an orange phallus. I press myself against her cunt with my plastic cock, and the margarine between squished very pleasantly. As the margarine melted with our heat it turned into oil and, the whole thing got very slippery.
I rolled over, trying to pull her over on top of me.
Instead, she went down with her breasts on my cock/phallus, and invited me to put some margarine on her, I held her plastic covered breasts together, and finally, I came inside my bag.
M climbed on top of me and rubbed her labia against my still hard cock, while kissing me. She pressed harder and harder. She began to moan.
She held me down, hands on my shoulders, knees on my thighs.
She used me... my cock stayed hard, and the pressure began to cause me some cock-too-hard-too-long pain. I began to breath hard again, matching her moans. My eyes opened, they closed. M's eyes were screwed up in pleasure.
M's body came down on top of me, and she pressed herself against me, and I could feel all her muscles clench as she let out a final moan.
Spent, oily, and exhausted, we lay for for a 15 minutes.
M rolled off of me, and lay next to me, her lips pressed against my ear. I could hear she had dosed off, and I did the same.
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I felt the warm comfortable squish around my now relaxed cock cool. Air was entering there again, and with it... a hand! It grabbed my balls, and rubbed them roughly... My eyes opened, and M kissed me.
M had ripped my plastic bag open with her nails. Her hand lubbed me up, and as she made the rip in the plastic a bit bigger, she reached in and fingered my still soapy ass. She smiled, and said, "I'm not done with you yet!"
"Move to the side for a moment", she explained.
As I rolled over onto my left, and sliding backwards, M found the honey. A big blob of it went right into the middle of the bed, on the plastic sheet.
"Straddle it", she told me. I got onto all fours, with the blob under my chest. M got behind me on her knees. Her left hand reached around me, and strocked my cock and my balls, and her right hand spanked me. Her leg pressed against my prostrate.
"Next time, I'll get my strap-on out for you!", she warned me.
She pushed me with her leg, and I went down tummy-down against the bed. The honey covered plastic was waiting. M guided my cocked with her handright into the blob of it.
A moment later, she was on top of me. Her lips were inches from my ear.
She took my arms, and raised them above my head. Waiting there was a scarf, intertwined into the headboard. She wrapped it gently around my wrists.
With her right leg wedged firmly against my ass, and her body draped across my back, her hands were free to roam up and down my body. She undid what was left of the tape holding the plastic bag on, and ripping it up the sides, she gave me a wedgie.
"Hump the bed.", she instructed, and I lifted my pelvis up a bit.
M's leg pushed me down again, pressing me each time into the very sticky honey. I felt it ooze in every direction. Again and again.
Soon, it was my turn to moan. I was empty, I couldn't imagine another orgasm. But the pleasure was outstanding.
"I think I can do this all night", M said, teasingly. "Yes."
"I think I will do this all night. I think I will just keep you hard. Your cock will pulverize the carbon in the honey into diamonds.", M explained.
My moan became desperate.
"Keep fucking the bed." she said.
M was still on top of me as I pounded the plastic. She hung on to my shoulders, pressing her still plastic covered body against me. She slid her body up and down, and the tape holding it all together fell apart, and her breasts escaped.
I felt her now bare chest rub all over my back. She moved down my body, ripping her plastic off, pressing me down. It seemed like it bad been so long since I'd felt her skin against mine, it was divine.
As I thought about her lovely double-Ds against me, pressing now against my ass and legs, and then up to the back of my deck, I realized that I'd emptied myself.
"We have just enough time to shower before dinner.", M announced.
Dinner?
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