Clara Surprise (part 1)

I arrived at the apartment for my monthly morning in Kathy's boudoir. We had an arrangement, and I looked forward to the Second Thursday of each month. I knocked gently and the door opened, and I stepped in.

I was surprised when I turned around and did not see my short red head. Instead a 5'9' brunette stood there. She was youngish (24?), sporting a crew cut, and having a nose ring. She would have looked like a rough dyke had she not been wearing two piece fleece PJs in bright happy colours. Buttons up the front barely restrained her ample and perky bosom.

"Hi", she said, adding quickly: "I am Clara." Before I could ask if I was in the right place (did I get off on the wrong floor?), Kathy arrived with a tray with three flutes. "Mimosa?" she inquired.

Kathy is wearing a something silky, half-see through. Perhaps a kind of sari. It covered her, but left lots of hints as to her pert little form. I loved the material, and sometimes when we were together, it would never be totally removed.

Removing my shoes and coat, I took a glass, and let myself be ushered to the love seat. "To new friends!" Kathy toasts, and we drink.

"Clara is a my new pupil", explains Kathy as she sits down on my lap sideways, her arm around my shoulders,

"I am training her to better appreciate men. She came to me convinced she was gay, and it became apparent she was bi, but didn't know how to enjoy a man, or be enjoyed by one. You will be helping me with that part today, Geoff.", she said to me.

I sip the OJ, and smiled. Kathy had spent a great deal of our time together probing my deepest fantasies. I didn't know what she had planned but my cock stirred.

"Now Clara, Geoff will need a shower. A very intimate soapy shower. Take your time please, don't be afraid to get wet, but you will not permit him to remove the underclothes I dressed you in this morning"

At this, I wondered what was under the fleece. Clara drained her glass, stood up, and motioned for my hand. Kathy gave me a kiss, "enjoy her, don't hold back... not yet", she whispered in my ear, as she slipped off my lap.

Taking my hand, Clara lead me to the bathroom with the stand-up shower. I'd been trying to get Kathy to join me in the shower, but she had always declined, complaining that it was too small for two. In the bathroom, Clara turned me to face the mirror, and standing behind me, undid my pants, and removed them.

Clara folded up my pants, putting them on a shelf in the bathroom, and then she removed her own PJ bottoms. Underneath she wore hot pink vinyl underwear (not a G-string) that covered her legs.

Returning to stand behind me, she removed my shirt, folded it, and then standing in front of me, undid the buttons on her top. As it slipped off, a mesh shirt was revealed, her nipples poking through the mesh. My hands happily found her breasts, and squeezed. She leaned against me, and kissed me, first pressing herself against me aggressively, and then as I wrapped my hands around her ass she melted against me, accepting my embrace.

Finally, Clara broke off the embrace, and turned around to the shower. She turned it on. She took some body soap, and began to lather me up. I was not yet in the shower, I still wore my boxer briefs, now featuring a tent pole inside. Clara lathered the soap down my shorts, circling me slowly.

With one hand down the front of my shorts, and the other grabbing my ass, she guided me forward into the shower, through the spray and against the wall.

With the water running down my back, mingling with the press of her body against my side/back, Clara stroked my soapy cock, and kissed the side of my neck. She pushed my pelvis forward, sliding my now painfully erect cock into her hand, and then squeezed it back.

Clara's other hand, played with me ass, back, and lathered my hair. Soon, I got used to her rhythm, and she varied her hand motions.

"You may cum now", she whispered in my ear. I did.

And enemy of my enemy... is my friend... with benefits?

PART 1 (of many?)

I am kept in a man cave by my mistress.
I have never met her, but her voice is familliar. The mistress never comes to see her myself, but she usually sends minions, or some kind of sex toy and instructions on how I am to use it.  One time

I awake after a nap, to find a young woman in my cave.

She is slim, a bit taller than average, brunette, glasses.

She has been left tied in an old office chair on wheels; one leg was attached with a leather strap/belt, the other was free; another strap held her arms and torso to the chair, her hands were free; she was wearing a blouse and a skirt. 

She was awake when I woke up. I was sleeping naked.

As I noticed her, my cock stirred.

She noticed that.

"Hi", she said. "Mistress said to do whatever you want.", she added quickly.

"Hello," I replied, eyeing the shape in her blouse.
My cave had a half that was an unenclosed shower.  Kinda of just jets on two walls that pointed towards each other, and a large square tile area with enough slope that the water doesn't go everywhere.  The rest of the floor is
a warm wood.

I stepped into the shower and turned on a jet.

"What should I call you?" I asked as I washed.

"Julie", she replied.

"Come here Julie.", she wheeled herself over. I turned her so her left  side faced me, and kneeled down on an plastic air-filled pillow next to her.

"Wash my cock, please." I squirted some soap on my cock.

I brushed her hair out her face.
The spray was messing up her do, but not that fast.

"You are pretty," I murmurred as she stroked me harder and longer.
"You look smart too.  Smart is sexy to me. Tell me... should I untie you from the chair? Should I tie you somewhere else? "

She was about to answer, but as she opened her mouth I kissed her.  One hand grabbed the back of her head, the other fondled her breast. Did she
have a bra? I thought not.

The blouse got wet. My hand squeezed her breast. I needed/kneaded it. Her nipple got hard in my hand.

"Does the mistress permit you such enjoyment?" I asked between kisses as I fondled her, moving my hand to her other breast.

"Oh, no. Oh. Please. Don't tell. " with a renewed focus on my cock, and a frown on her face she concentrated on something and her nipple drouped
again.

"What amazing control you have. But aren't you here for my pleasure?" I queried. My right hand ceased ruffling her hair, and reached down.
I repositioned her cock hand to my scrotum, and then found her left knee, the one not restrained.

I tugged it gently to part her legs. "Yes sir.", catching her breath, and looking me in the eye. "Anything you want. If you wish to stand I could suck you for as long as you want!", she offered.

"That would be nice. You shall have a chance, but later. The mistress permits me endless amounts of pleasure... but she does not permit me to orgasm. If I fail, and let one out, she forces more pleasure. ", I explain in a whisper.

"Making your nipple hard gives me great pleasure.", I say.

Julie  dared to give me a little smile. My right hand slid up her thigh. She caught her breath as she realized what other things might give me pleasure. Her hand had never left my cock, it reached between my legs, stroking me from anus to tip, and then back again.

I kissed her again, and then undid the belts holding her to the chair. She stood as I stood, her hand never leaving my cock. Her clothes got wet. I poured soap down the front of blouse, pulling her against me. "Turn around."

She did. Picking up a belt, I tied her arms above her head, around a shower head (there was more than one shower head). Standing behind her, pressing my still soapy cock against her ass -- her dress might not survive -- I reached
around her with both hands and unbuttoned her blouse. I added soap, everywhere. At her waist, I found the tie to her skirt, and she was soon free of that. It was of a pleasant satin, and I hung it up to dry for later.   I reached down to rub see what kind of panties she had.

They were rubber.  I tried to remove them, but failed. 
"How do these come off?" I asked Julie.
"Please, sir, they do not. Mistress does not permit play down there. A woman sews me into a new pair each day, and then with a hair dryer, the rubber shrinks. "

This was the most original and nefarious use of heat-shrinkable tubing, a common material in an electronics lab.

I rubbed poor Julie's ass. I got down on my knees and tried to bite the rubber.  I spooned behind her.  I soaped her some more, and tried to get  some soap into her chasity belt.  I realized that the mistress was using it as much as a chasity belt for me.... and she was so willing.  I was very hard.
I had seldom ever shot my load without something firm around my cock.  The mistress took advantage of that...

I had planned to penetrate her standing, soapy and silky.

The mistress had previously sent several pairs of vixens to my cave to seduce me, tieing me up while standing, or to a massage table, and fucking me.  But, they were just training me, they would also leave me unsatiated, and exhausted I'd fall asleep, only to wake up in a wet spot on the bed.

I untied Julie, removed her blouse, and I turned her around, and tied her up again, her arms down, each one bound lightly to one of the mid-body shower jets.  I kissed her, sucked her nipples, and enjoyed her lovely body. She kept offering to suck me, but I declined.  I turned off the water, and turned on the heat lamp, and soon the only wet spot was her mouth, and her now exceedingly hard nipples. 

My boner pressed against her, and I bent myself down so that I slipped between her legs.  I began to pump harder.  My hands alternated between her breasts and her ass.  Her lips never left mine.  I came all over her
ass.  I caught her smiling as I untied her.

"What next sir?', she asked.
(continued...)

Some time spent with Taylor

Here is :

1. part1 
2. part2 
3. part3

Some time spent with Taylor (part 3/3)

I stood there (where? I didn't know. It didn't matter).  Soft skin pressed against my back and ass, and tensor bandages gave Sailor control of my body.
It was not a fight, it was simply an aggressive suggestion that I move the way she wanted me to.

My cock was upright, stiff, and seemed to be questing.

Sailor pushed me forward gently, and my cock made contact with something sticky.  As we continued forward, flesh wrapped around me.. It was an ass. It was covered in something sticky...honey? It oozed on me.  Sailors hand first pressed my cock deeper into the ass crack.  I assumed it was Tailor's ass,
and I moaned her name.

Sailor's hands left me, and must have grabbed Tailor by the hips, because I felt the ass press against me, with Sailor pulling me forward.  Sandwich! Sailor then pulled on me, almost entirely removing me from contact with the honey ass, stretching the honey, and then there was another thrust.

My breath caught in my throat at the intensity of the stimulation.


A moaned "yes" emerged from Taylor, and I felt Sailor breath on me. I also
felt her breath, and soon our breathing was synchronized with the thrusts she was forcing upon me.

I was near to cuming, and both ladies could tell.  They slowed, and the ass withdrew from me.  "Kneel now", Sailor said, and we carefully moved lower.  She then took my hands, and places on Taylor's hips.  "Lick her clean". 

I pulled myself closer proceeded to lick her ass.  It was really delicious. "Some of the honey has dripped into her cunt. Make sure you get that too", Sailor told me.  As I was doing this, Sailor would not leave my balls alone.

"So smooth," she purred.  "Taylor: Tell me about it"

As I worked my way down Taylor's ass crack to her pussy, Taylor recalled our time earlier that day. 

She explained that we had started on the couch, that she had been on top of me, wearing "loungewear", which is code for a sexy, nice fitting sweat suit.  I recalled her tongue filling my mouth, while her hands roamed along my body, stroking and teasing my erection harder and harder.

At this point Sailor moved herself slightly, and I felt her pussy begin to rub against the back of my leg.  I felt honey squirt on my ass, and Sailor began to moan.  I had stopped sucking on Taylor pussy.  Taylor had stopped the story.  "Hey, I didn't tell you two to stop!", Sailor reminded.

Taylor continued, "after feeling him up, I stripped him down to his boxers. Then... it was lapdance time."

"I couldn't decide whether to make him cream his shorts, or tit fuck him." she got in between breaths, as I continued to eat her.

Sailor was seriously turned on my the story, and Taylor's moans, and I do have a firm ass.  "tit fuck", Sailor moaned in my ear... and then she came. I sucked harder on Taylor clit, and the suddenness of it sent her over the edge.

"Stand", Sailor told me.  "Tit fuck him, clean his cock", Sailor commanded Taylor.  "Did she tit fuck you before?" she asked me.

"No, she took me in the bathroom.  She poured soap in my pants and she used her ass.", I said.  Breasts were rubbing against my cock, and then lips and a tongue, and in time I was honey free.  A condom wrapped me, and something slid over my balls, tightening a bit.

"Do you mean, she used her ass like I used it on you?", Sailor asked.
"yes....", I said.   "You mean, like this", as I felt Taylor's ass rub against my cock.  It pressed against me, as Sailor again pushed me forward. Something wet sprayed on me, lubricating everything.

"Did she do this?" Sailor asked, and with a single thrust, I could tell she had pushed me into Taylor's pussy.  Again I was sandwiched.  Roughly. Bang. Bang. Squish.  Both ladies were banging me.

"Answer me!", Sailor commanded.

"Not.. in... the.. shower...", I said between thrusts. I came.

My cock was still buried in Taylor.  Both ladies pressed against me.

"He was so horny", Taylor continue. "I soaped him up through his boxers. I pressed every part of my wet body against him, and he begged for more, but then he filled his shorts with cum."

Sailor pulled me back, then thrust me forward again.  "Delicious", she purred into my ear.

"I ripped his shorts of, and I washed him.  I allowed his erection to subside.  I let him relax a bit, left him alone.". I could hear the smile in her voice, and recalled the grin on her face from two hours ago.

"Then, I got some shaving cream, and I lathered him up. Up and down. Round and round.  Then I removed all the hair from his balls.  He felt so nice."

Sailor had pulled me back, removing me from Taylor's cunt.

Sailor reached down and removed the tensors holding us together, and stepped back.  She removed my blindfold, and I found I was in the kitchen. 

"Come on", Sailor said, and took me to the bathroom.  She removed the  condom, and wrapped a rope cock ring around me.  She pushed me into the shower, and got in with me.  "Wash me", she said, backing her ass against my cock, pooring soap on her breasts.

It was really the first look at Sailor that I was getting.   She had pert breasts, a handful each.  She wasn't model thin, but there was no flesh that was unwanted or wasted.  I lathered her breasts, and her stomack, and her ass. I massaged her shoulders, and her hips, and back to her ass, and then I pushed her forward, and kept going down the back of her legs.  Soon, I had her bent over in front of me touching her toes, pussy in mouth.

"Hey, I'm waiting in here!", came a shout from Taylor.

"Oh, yeah.", said Sailor, stepping away from me, turning off the water, and stepping out.  She handed me a towel, and then before I could really use it, grabbed me (by the dick) and took me to the bedroom.

The bed had been stripped, and a large beach blanket/towel had been spread across it.  Seven or eight pillows edged the bed.  Light curtains were drawn, keeping the full sun of the afternoon out, but leaving the room looking cool and shady.  It was as if I had just stepped into a small grove on a tropical island.  There must have been something to the scent or the ambiant music.

Taylor patted the bad next to her, and I crawled over to her. "Lie down", she told me.  She lay down next to me, and Sailor was instantly on the other side.  Four breasts pressed against my chest, and my arms wrapped around the two ladies, finding an ass for each hand.

At this point, we just stopped.  We just were in the moment.

Soon I noticed the ladies were squeezing each other's breasts.  The nipples got pointy and pressed against me.  Then they leaned forward... they kissed each other, and then me.  My nipples, my shoulders, my stomack,... my cock, my balls, my knees... my toes.

Some massage lotion came out, and they took turns giving me body slides. Each would start with one foot, and rub their breasts, along my foot, and up
leg.  They would pause with a tongue on my shaft just long enough to rub their pussy on my foot or leg, before proceeding up the rest of my body.  One of them would bring her pussy up to the attention of my tongue, and then the other one would start on the other foot.

I don't know how long this went on, but Taylor was about to lap us, and I noticed Sailor's tongue in my mouth, while Taylor's tongue was splitting it time between my cock, and Sailor's pussy. 

"Turn over", Taylor told Sailor.  With my head proped on a few pillows, and Sailor lying on top of me, Taylor positioned my cock between Sailor's legs, where the shaft could rub Sailor's pussy.  With us in that position, Taylor could lick us both.

I squeezed Sailor's breasts, her sides, her legs, her ass, spreading the lotion over every available inch of her body I could reach.  I kissed her shoulders, and nibbled her ears.  Soon I discovered she wanted her arms held above her  head, to be stroked from elbow to thigh.  She came.

Taylor and I basked in Sailor's glow for a minute, and then her hand returned to my manhood.  She released the cock ring, and slide a condom on me.  I slid easily into Sailor,  and Taylor began to suck us anew. 

I was bucking, and Sailor was squeezing.

Soon Taylor's mouth moved from my cock to my mouth, and holding one of my arms above my head, she kissed me.  Sailor had my other hand was using it to grab Taylor's ass.

I came.

The end.

Some time spent with Taylor (part 2)

ZIP went my fly.

Two hands raced to find my cock first, with the gloved one finding my shaft first, and the bare hand cupping my balls. 
I had an ass cheek in each hand, and my arm pressed woman against me.  Neither needed much encouragement, both kissed me... my lips, my face, my ear, my neck.

Taylor was soon whispering in my ear, telling me about Sailor's body, her needs, and what Taylor wanted to see me do with Sailor's body.  "Her tits need squeezed", she might murmur and she moved my hands to Sailor's breasts. "Squeeze them, rub them, suck her tongue", she'd say. 

I felt Sailor move more into my lap. She held my head as her kissing became more and more intense.  Sailor's body pressed against me, she straddled me on her knees.  My cock grew, and Taylor's hand hand now never left it, guiding it up between Sailor's legs, my cock head to press gently against Sailor's labia, splitting her.  Taylor's hands reached up the dress, and using my cock, she massaged Sailor's clit, leaving the woman moaning. 

Somehow, Taylor rolled a condom onto to me. Sailor now was so aroused she had to stop kissing me, she needed every breath.  I was in the same shape, when I heard Taylor whipered, "fuck him now".  Sailor dropped her pussy straight onto my cock.  Sailor's dress was wearing her dress.  I had no idea if she had been wearing anything under neath it.  Taylor had demanded I keep
my hands full of breast.

"Yeah, that's it.", said Taylor, and I noticed Sailor had regained some of her breath.  A smile filled her face, and I realized she must have orgasmed. I guess I was preoccupied.  Sailor then reached up and began to squeeze Taylor's breasts through her satin dress.  A tug on the knot behind her neck,
and the dress fell open.

"Now it's our turn on to suck your tits", Sailor squealed, pulling on Taylor's ass, so she was high enough for a nipple to slide into each of our mouths.  Sailor met my eyes and smiling with her eyes, she proceeded to suck that nipple. 

As I stared to suck Taylor's left nipple, Taylor moved my hand to her ass, where my fingers met Sailor's hands.  Each time Sailor and I pulled Taylor up, Sailor pulled herself down, clenching my cock, which was still buried in her.

It didn't take very long at that point, both women were cheering me on. "Fuck her, suck me. Fuck her harder, suck me harder!" screamed Taylor.  I could say nothing, I could barely breath... each breath I took caused my shirt to rub between me and Sailor's cashmere covered breasts, and she was merciless. 

"aarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh", was the best I could manage as I came. Taylor pushed me over sideways on the couch, kissing my neck, and breaking Sailor's hold on me.

I lay there, still buried in Sailor, with a completely naked Taylor on top of me.  Sailor still straddled me, a look for pure delight on her face.  "Got you", she smirked.  She then stood, extracting herself from me.  Taylor rolled off of me, a washcloth appeared and pulled the condom disappeared.

They helped me stand.  My pants fell down, I stepped out of them. Four sets of hands lifted the mesh shirt over my head... only they stopped leaving my arms over my head.

A hand on each of my ass cheeks, I felt the two ladies kiss down my chest, and then a tongue... no two tongues on my cock.
Lick. Pause. Lick. Pause. Lick and gentle suck.  Repeat.

Based upon the press of cashmere on my back, I could tell that Sailor was now pressing herself against my back, running her hands up and down my thighs, my buttocks, my chest, just enjoying my body. 
"Nice", she'd purr. "It was so nice to have you fuck me." she'd add.

"Taylor really seems to like licking your cock", she said.
"But, I want to fuck her with your cock."

Sailor then removed the rest of my shirt, and using the sleaves, she fashioned a blindfold for me.  Her hands left my body, and I felt Taylor's lips leave my cock.  I felt lovely breasts wrap around my cock, and I knew that Sailor was holding them.  Standing behind me, I felt my pelvis pushed forward, my cock sliding between the breasts. 

"mmm", Sailor purred in my ear, "your cock is mine."
"I'm gonna use it anyway I want. And I want to fuck Taylor."

The breasts left my cock, slide up my body, and I felt Taylor's breath on me just before a tongue penetrated my lips.  I could taste a saltiness which I realized was my own cum.

"Come", Taylor said, taking my cock and leading me away, probably into another room.  I wasn't sure which one... Kitchen? Bathroom? Bedroom?

"Stand still", Taylor said.

Sailor pressed herself against my back.  She had removed her dress.  Breasts against my back, tummy against my ass, she wrapped her arms under mine, putting my into a gentle double nelson, pressing herself against me.
I wondered what she looked like.

I felt cloth pressed against my leg, it wrapped around my leg, and I realized around Sailor's leg.  It was tight, but not too restrictive.  Another tensor
bandage went around my other leg.  A third bandage went around my chest.

Sailor experimented with thrusting my pelvis forward, then backwards.

"Good. Now I have two bodies under my control. You are my strap-on!"

Imagine the life of the strap-on?

"Taylor, come here.  It's time to get you ready for fucking."  She told me to keep my hands on my head.

END OF PART 2.

Some time spent with Taylor (part 1)

I had met Taylor only once, and it was a rather last minute thing, and it was for a rather short amount of time.  Her smile, her kiss, and her amazing ass made me want to return, and I left knowing I wanted more.

Maybe I would splurge a bit for my upcoming 40th birthday, and book her for a few lazy afternoon hours.

I now found myself lying in her bed, Taylor lying on top of me.

Her head was on resting on my chest, her breasts against my belly button. As Taylor stroked my side gently from ribs to thigh, a stirring occured as my cock filled with blood again.

"I'm glad you aren't too relaxed, because I'm not finished with you yet",
Taylor purred as she ground her pussy lips against my leg. "It's time for
another shower."

She got up, and taking me by the hand, led me to the bathroom.  The remains
of our previous trip were still there, bits of soap on the counter, and
a small puddle of shaving cream in the corner.  My balls were now hairless,
and they felt great.  Silky, smooth, and apparently great smelling.

Into the spray, hot water on my head, and Taylor put a hungry tongue in my mouth as she pushed me against the wall. "I like your ass", she told me. "I really liked seeing your ass in biking shorts when you arrived", she

elaborated.  Ever the tease, Taylor scouped a bit of forlorn shaving cream, and placing it between her breasts, rubbed herself down my body.  Then, as quickly as she started, she stopped, got out, and found some more towels.

"Put your nice pants on, and comb your hair.  I have a shirt for you." she instructed. "Underwear not permitted", she added as she closed the bedroom door behind her.  I watched her amazing ass disappear behind the door.

I exited the bathroom, found my stuff, unrolled the suit pants she had told me to bring, and put them on.  For good measure, I put on some black dress socks, and combed my hair. 

Taylor emerged in a simple dress.  It was satin, sleaveless.
It tied behind her neck, leaving her back open.  Taylor's lovely breasts filled the dress.  She watched me follow her curves down to where the dress hugged her hips like it was painted on.  The dress finished just below her
knees.

She handed me a black mesh top to put on. 
After I'd pulled it on, Taylor's hands happily found my pecks and squeezed them through the shirt.

"Come, sit with me sexy.". It was hardly an invitation, more of a command. We sat on the couch where we had started the afternoon,  where she had given be the most amazing lapdance, one that hadn't finished until I had finished.
I recalled how she'd undressed me and then shaved me in the bathroom, alternatively gift wrapping my cock in cream and soap, and unwrapping it again.  

Somehow this finished with us in the bedroom, her ass in the air, and my me on top of her, pulling myself deeper and deeper.

Taylor turned on the TV, and sitting next to me, put one some asian massage soft porn film she had.  "relax, enjoy", she told me.

It wasn't more than 5 minutes before there was a soft knock at the door. "come in", Taylor said to my surprise.  The door opened and a woman walked in.  She hung up the trench coat she was wearing.  Underneath she was wearing a very sensual sweater dress.  It was a turtle neck, and it outlined her
long neck rather elegantly. My eye drawn the eye down to her sweet perky ass.
The cream coloured cashmere of the dress hugged her perky ass, and finished just above her knees.  Her long, multicolour, hair was pinned up, and she wore fine elbow length gloves.

I stood up to greet her, hoping she here to join us.

My manhood stood up too, rather obviously, and Taylor, reached into my front pocket, and grabbed and stroked me.  This new lady would have no doubt about my interest.

"Lover, I want you to meet my friend, Sailor Munroe."
(Taylor stroked my cock as she said the word "meet"/"meat")

I laughed, realizing that Taylor and Sailor rhymed.  Sailor looked nothing like the Japanese pre-pubescent girl, she was all woman... the dress barely contained her bosom.  In her best Marilyn impression, Sailor said, "I'm here,
Mr. President, to wish you a happy birthday!"

Sailor leaned forward to kiss me, pressing herself against me, and then turned her head and kissed Taylor.  "please sit", Taylor told us, taking a water jug on a site table and filling three glasses with fresh water.

With arm arm around each lady, we kissed again, three tongues, six lips.
Two hands stroked the front of my pants.

ZIP went my fly.
(see part two)