Best 3 out of 5

“Best three out of five?” Kelsey said, adjusting her goggles and looking at her watch.

“You know… for the master-slave thing?”

Eric smiled wryly, knowing that as a former collegiate swimmer, Kelsey had him on this one.

“Sure,” he sighed. “50 or 100?”

“100s, you lazy ass.”

Eric pushed off the wall hoping to get a few strokes in before Kelsey could react. Maybe he could pull off one win, but the prospects for overall victory were pretty dismal.

Exhausted as he pulled up at the end of the fourth hundred, he touched the wall two body lengths short of Kelsey. There she was, grinning at him as she pulled off her goggles and swim cap

She smiled coyly, “Well you little bitch, get ready. I’m in my fertile phase.”

Eric watched her spring out of the pool, her broad but still feminine shoulders and long legs glistening; her dark blue maillot race suit pulled high and tight to her gorgeous ass.

“Not a bad loss…being a bitch to her,” Eric thought to himself, still struggling to catch his breath.

They arrived at Kelsey’s apartment. She unlocked the door and stepped aside and motioned Eric inside, pushing him slightly but firmly in the back.

“No ball gags,” he said.

“Oh no my pet,” she smiled, “I will be needing your mouth tonight.”

She dropped her bag, grabbed the wet towel and suit and disappeared into the bedroom.

“Sit on the couch and think of a safe word.”

Eric sighed, a bit apprehensive, since this was only the second time for master-slave. And he was master last time. He certainly trusted her, but something in her demeanor suggested things would get, well, a bit wild.

“Get your clothes off, little bitch,” she called from the bedroom.

Dutifully, he stripped and sat back on the couch, a bit awkward but noticing the inevitable excitement building in his cock.

Kelsey came out in high heels, a black leather skirt and a black lace camisole, the straps loose on her shoulders. She thrust her right foot to his chest, pinning his back to the couch. He caught a brief glimpse of her pussy, already a bit wet.

“Safe word?”

“Strap-on?”

She pushed her foot a bit more firmly.

“Not funny bitch. Safe word?”

“Limoncello”

She smiled a bit at the mention of her favorite digestif and the irony of using it as a safe word.

“Limoncello, it is. On your hands and knees, pet.

He did as she said and looked down at her feet.

“Lick them.”

Eric began to tongue the smooth leather of her Italian shoes, tasting and smelling the richness of the leather. She leaned forward slightly and pushed his neck down, moaning softly as he licked the tops of her feet and his tongue probed the space between her toes. He continued, his own excitement building, surprisingly, as his ministrations became more vigorous and passionate.

“That’s it pet, lick my feet.”

She steadied herself and brought her left foot to his back, rubbing it with the edge of her heel and then pressing the heel firmly into him. He shuddered slightly at the pain but continued licking her feet and shoes.

She sat on the couch and leaned back.

“Kneel pet. And watch”

She started to play with her breasts through the thin lace of the camisole. He couldn’t help himself and started to stroke his cock. Seeing this, she leaned forward, grabbed the back of his head hard and pulled his face towards her.

“Don’t you fucking dare, bitch. I said watch!” she breathed angrily, teeth clenched. “Do that without my permission and these heels will find their way to you tiny balls.”

She stood up and walked to the bedroom. Returned with a silk scarf, she ordered, “Hands behind your back!”

She tied his hands firmly swung her leg over his head and sat back down on the couch.

“Now where was I? Ah yes, of course.” She started her breast play again, this time propping her heels on Eric’s shoulders. She parted her legs slightly and he gazed longingly as her moist outer lips as they began to swell through her dark trimmed pubic hair.

“Like what you see, pet?” She breathed deeply, letting the shoulder straps fall, freeing her breasts. She fingered and pinched her nipples and brought one to her mouth, licking and biting it. Her other hand began to rub her pussy, gently at first, but then more vigorously. She began to finger herself, first one, then two, then four fingers as she came loudly, pushing Eric over as her legs extended uncontrollably.

He fell awkwardly, unable to catch his fall. She stood over him, straddling his head so his gaze landed on her throbbing pussy. Not content with the first orgasm, Kelsey began to run herself again. She undid her dress and whipped off the cami before she lowered herself onto Eric’s face.

“Don’t you fucking say limoncello bitch.”

She rode his face hard, grabbing her breasts. She played with them roughly before she reached down and grabbed his head, forcing his tongue on to her swollen clit. She screamed as he sucked and licked her. She leaned back, sliding her lips along his mount and chin, letting his willing tongue probe and lick her ass. She lifted one hand from the back of his head and stroked herself, coming loudly as Eric’s tongue reached deep into her ass, ejaculate from her swollen pussy flooding his face. He, barely able to breach , was so turned on, but lay trapped by her powerful legs and the silk scarf binding his hands.

She stood up, a bit wobbly from the orgasms and the swim that made her master. She smile as she looked at his erect cock, harder that she had ever seen. She gently kicked and rubbed the heel along its vein. It pulsated, longing for release.

“Not yet, pet, I’m not finished with you.”

She disappeared to the bedroom again and he could hear her rustling around as he struggled to his knees, still tasting and smelling her rich essence that covered his face.

She strode back, heels off but wearing a strap-on with a long thick pink ribbed dildo that looked like the cock from some mythical beast. She casually tossed a tube of lube as she made her way towards him.

“Well that’s new,” Eric said, his voice a bit wavering as he contemplated what was sure to come next.

“Slaves don’t talk… but since you pleased me so just now… women’s swim practices can led to some very experimental moments.”

She pointed to the couch and Eric knee walked towards it. She pushed him down into the cushion as she cracked open the lube and spread a generous amount along his crack and pushed it deep into his rectum with her finger.

He gasped sharply as her finger spread the lube.

“Don’t worry pet. I’ll be gentle. At first.” She giggled as she spread more lube on the beast like dildo, the leaned against him and breathed into his ear.

“At first, at first.”

Eric felt the dildo between his ass cheeks as Kelsey reached around and stroked his cock with her lubed hand. He almost came at her touch, but she knowingly backed off. Opening his ass cheeks with one hand, she guided the tip of the dildo into his tight ass.

He again gasped sharply as it entered.

“Relax, relax”

And he did, letting her enter him. She thrust gently, barely moving the dildo in and out. His muscles began to soften and he felt the dildo tickle his prostrate. He moaned deeply as Kelsey leaned the dildo into his p-spot, grinding and twisting as Eric fell into a mesmerizing prostate orgasm. Semen dribbled, then shot from his cock as Kelsey caught some with her free hand.

Kelsey reached around and fed his essence to him. He licked tentatively at first but soon sucked her fingers greedily. He was still rock hard and still turned on and still wanting more.

Kelsey sensed this and began to work the dildo further in. She pressed the base against her own sex, increasing the pace and reached around to grab Eric’s cock. She grasped it tightly, still wet with cum and stroked him hard. His gutter moans deepened now as Kelsey, herself so hot and turned on, thrust the alien cock to its base, pressing it hard against her throbbing pussy.

Eric screamed, guttural as he came, shooting cum over the side of the couch. Kelsey was on the verge now; she pulled the dildo out of his ass, flipped him so he faced her and rubbed her clit with one hand while the other pushed and stroked the base of the dildo against her throbbing pussy She came wildly, her sweet ejaculate pouring over his face and chest, mixing with his cum. She could barely stand and fell into him, her sweaty torso rubbing against his, their cum bonding them together.

“Slave, you need to hug me.”

“I can’t, remember you tied me up?”

She laughed, reached around and undid the scarf and the two fell into a deep embrace, kissing deeply…exhausted.

“Tomorrow,” Eric whispered, “Best 3 out 5?”

“On a run? No fucking way.”

An Orchid

I woke up late, still feeling the glow from last night. Rolling over, I realize you are already up. I walk into the kitchen of the AirBNB and pour a coffee, spying you on the veranda with your smooth long legs crossed at the ankles and resting on the small bistro table, The black silk robe you bought for the trip is tied loosely; the sun radiating your luscious red hair turning it almost gold.

I walk up behind you and nuzzle you neck though that golden hair and whisper, “I am with a goddess.”

You turn and smile slyly. “I’m not sure about all of that,”

I look at the computer perched on your lap.

“Oh my, whatcha doing?”

“Editing the video I took this morning. I woke up early and watched the sunrise and, well, thought about last night and …I’m editing it now. I fell so pretty when I see myself.”

“That’s because you are.”

I kiss your neck, breathing in every bit of you, my hands gently caress your breasts. I untie the robe as you return my kiss, deep and pure. I walk around you and kneel between your legs, my head reaching up to meet your breasts. I tongue your nipple rings gently at first, then with more vigor as your breathing increases. My tongue follow your stomach, tasting the little sweat beads that glisten in the sun. Your hands move through my hair as you sigh deeply, releasing something deep in your soul.

I can feel your wetness, and breathe in deeply as I begin to kiss your pussy. Your goddess elixir, so exquisite, mixes with my cum from last night… a sensual almost spiritual essence. I moan loudly as I taste it, drinking it in deeply and without thought as though I had no say in what I was doing. I share the essence with you as I stand and kiss you softly and deeply, before, guided again by that unseen spiritual force, I return to your goddess pussy, spreading your inner lips with my tongue. You are so close now and I back away, staring, admiring your pussy, your womanhood, glistening in the sunlight.

“I’m blessed,” I say as your hands grip my head and guide me back to you. I concentrate on your clit now, alternatively sucking and tonguing it. Your breathing is rapid now and your hands grip me tightly. I reach down and stroke my cock, hard and dripping with pre-cum. I slow down slightly, kissing your lips as my mouth glides towards your ass. You slide down in the seat and brace your legs on the table as I gently tongue your ass. You moan deeply as I continue stroking myself. I’m close too, so turned on by our essence, our connection. I return to your clit now as your breathing quickens. You moan deeply, powerfully as your orgasm rises. I feel myself starting the first throbs of my own climax as you cum, your ejaculate rich with our essence flooding my face sending me to my own edge. I stand over you now pounding my cock as your hands grip my ass and pull me close to you, your fingers probing my hole as I cum, my juice landing on your gorgeous body, I stagger barely able to stand and hug you, the sweat from our bodies mixing with the cum as we hug tightly, almost one as the sun continues its steady and inevitable rise.

The Gift, Part 2

“That’s a lie, Dan.”

“How so? I’m serious. You give me everything I need, “ Dn smiled at her.

“It’s a lie because you tell me… all the time.. about how frustrated you are with Sylvia and your sex life. And, by the way, you know how much I hate it when you doubt me.”

“I know, sorry, But seriously, pleasing you is very gratifying to me. Honest.”

“You tell me everything Dan.”

“I do. Yes, of course, I do.“

“And you have told me your fantasies.”

Dan blushed a bit as he recalled the business trip years ago when an unexpected layover turned into a long night of drinking and true confessions.

Elle leaned back in the chair, placed her hands on her thighs and pushed her legs open, her pubis still moist from his loving ministrations moments earlier.

“If I recall, you said your favorite fantasy is watching a woman masturbate. And how Sylvia thought it was gross and never would oblige you.”

Dan laughed, a bit uncomfortably.

Elle’s hand moved to her pussy and she began to stroke herself.

Dan sighed slight as he watched.

She smiled at him.

“Now. Take off your clothes.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. I did the same for you,” Elle said, vaguely domineering.

Dan removed his shirt and sat down to take off his shoes and socks. He stood up and undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. His cock strained slightly in his boxer briefs.

“Sit down, “ she said.

“Elle….”

She started to rub her pussy while her other grazed over her thighs. She moaned as she slowly worked her fingers between her outer lips.

Dan wanted to resist, but the sight of his dearest friend fulfilling his most compelling fantasy proved too much, and his own hand reached into his briefs while the other pushed them off. He sighed deeply as he began to stoke himself.

“That’s it love, stroke your cock,” Elle whispered breathlessly. While she knew this was Dan’s favorite fantasy, she, was equally turned on by watching him.

Dan couldn’t help himself as he heard her words and stroked furiously and moaned loudly.

“Oh my god,” he said, unable to contain himself. “Oh my god.”

She gasped at his reaction and grabber a breast as she stroked herself furiously her eyes fixed on Dan as he pleasured himself.

Dan spit into his hand and mixed his saliva with the pre-cum oozing from his cock, stroking himself a bit slower and more deliberately. His other hand grasped his butt cheek as a finger rubbed his perineum and ass. He looked at Elle with lust and love.

Elle pushed her middle and index finger deep into her vagina. She pulled her fingers out and licked them before reaching them back in. Her palm reased her clit as her fingers thrust in rhythm with Dan’s cock strokes.

“My god Dan,” she moaned, a bit surprised about how turned on she was.

He leaned back in the char and stoked himself more vigorously, as his other hand clenched his ass.

Elle watched him intently as she matched his rhythm, her other hand holding her breast.

“Cum for me Dan. Cum for my love,.”

Dan leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes a as his orgasm built and Elle’s built with him.

“Oh Elle… god, Elle, I love you so much,” Dan grunted as cum shot from his cock with a vigor he never experienced. Elle gasped loudly at the sight of his orgasm and she thrust her hips upwards as her own orgasm washed over her.

“God, Dan my love, “ she screamed as her thighs clasped against her hands and the other hand clenched her breast..

Dan’s hands fell to his sides, and the initial exhaustion turned to exhilaration as he looked over at Elle.

“Thank you Elle.”

“No thank you,” she smiled. “And Dan?”

“Yes?”

“You know better than to doubt me.”

A Gift

“Hey”

“Hey Elle, what’s up?”

“I had a really really bad day. Can we get a drink or something?”

“Yeah, I’m just parking now. Do you want to swing by the townhouse? Sylvia is out of town.”

“Yeah, that sounds good, probably better than the usual anyway.. I’ll be there soon or as soon as this fucking traffic will let me be.”

Dan Smiley got out of his car and walked around the corner to the local liquor store.

“Hey Ki, how goes it?”

Ki, the old Korean store keeper looked up from the baseball game on TV briefly.
“Fine,” he said.

Dan picked up a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, Elle’s favorite and paid for it. He walked to the townhouse he shared with his wife Sylvia. Sylvia, “out of town” he thought. More likely, with one of her lovers, Dan thought.

He put the bottle of wine in the refrigerator and made himself a capriosca, a favorite drink from his time in Cartagena with the DEA. The door bell rang, just as he poured the drink into a glass.

Elle, beautiful even when she was distraught smiled at him and gave him a warm hug and briefly rested her head on his shoulder.

“Jesus, Dan. The children are up to their old tricks again.”

“Let me guess, Fred and Ryan did an end run around you again.”

“Shocker. I know,” Elle said as she grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and opened the refrigerator.

Dan took the bottle of wine from her.

“Here, you sit. I’ll open it.”

“They just don’t give a shit about mission… they just want to stroke their egos. I just hope nothing happens because of their shenanigans.”
Elle sighed as Dan handed her the glass of wine.
She took a few sips and relaxed into the char.

“So where is Sylvia?”

“Our of town. On business.”

“Dan… when are you going to leave?”

“II dunno. I’m a bit trapped financially. But I could ask you the same question.”

“Fuck. I don’t know either. The thought of someone else raising my son kills me. The jackass will find someone to take my place in a heartbeat and push me right out of the picture.”

“I wish things were different Elle. I really love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled at him.

They stared at each other for a moment.

“We should just sleep together,” she said. “Fuck the whole world already things we are.”

“Elle, I hav been down that dark road. You know it’s why I’m in this situation. It’s horrible and I could never do that to you. It will all work out.”

“I know Dan. I know. But I haven’t had sex in a year.”

“Which is a tragedy in of itself, Elle.”

He walked over and kissed her on the fore heard.

“I so want you,” she said.

“You don’t want the aftermath, trust me.”

She smiled, a smile of resignation.

He stood up and took a sip of his drink.

“Elle… take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“Just take off your clothes.”

“But you just said…”

“Please.”

She sat for a moment, thought and stood up in front of him, just out of arm’s length. She put down her wine, kicked off her shoes and slowly unbutton her blouse. She tossed it aside and undid her pants and stepped out of them. She stood there, a bit embarrassed but strangely at ease as he smiled at her. She undid her bra and sat back down, her gorgeous legs crossed.

Dan knelt before her, took her knees in his hands and spread her legs. She resisted at first, thinking about what he had just said, but gave into her desire, yes, but mostly she surrendered out of deep love for him.

He slowly began to kiss her thighs, slowly and gently at first. He reached up with both hands and pulled off her panties. Moving closer to her pussy, he gently licked her legs. She sighed and then shivered as he moved closer.

Even before he licked her, moisture already collected on her lips and Dan breathed in her sweet scent. He loved that sensation and breathed even more deeply, his cock growing and straining against his clothes. He missed the joyous sensation of pleasing a woman he loved.

He pressed his tongue gently against her outer lips and tasted her essence as he licked upward to her clit but avoided it at first. He continued the licking, more deeply and a little more quickly. He reached up and spread her legs farther as his fingers gently pulled her outer lips apart. Still, he avoided her clit as she writhed and reached her hands down to his head. Pulling his head upwards she pressed it hard against her as his tongue circled and teased her clit. She moaned deeply as he drew it into his mouth continuing to dance his tongue around and over it.

Dan reached down and unbuckled his pants and stroked his cock. How he wanted to make love to her, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t . He knew that that would change things. He loved her so deeply and feared losing that love.. He feared that more than anything, more than the rangers he faced daily, more than the wrath of his wife and more than the demons that haunted him.

Elle held his head against her, but Dan pulled back and briefly stopped. He pushed her legs up supporting her ass with his hands as he slowly began to lick her again, his nose deep between her lips . His face was wet with her sweetness and he paused again to look at her. She bucked towards him and reached down to stroke herself. Dan kissed her hands and sucked her fingers as his own hand reached up to clasp hers. He rolled her over and began to kiss her buttocks as her hand stoked her clit. He spread her cheeks and sighed deeply at her rich, sweet muskiness that flowed from her. His tongue prober her ass and then her anus and she gasped deeply. He again started licking her pussy as a finger gently rubber her asshole.

She rolled over again and pushed herself to the edge of the chair so her head lay on the seat and her strong legs supported her weight. Again, Dan knelt between her legs and without hesitating, began to suck and lick her clit. She bucked hard against him now, her orgasm building with an intensity she had not felt in years. As she reached her peak, she grabbed his head with both hands and help him deeply to her as thick juices flowed out of her. Dan licked her furiously as she writhed and twisted on the chair, moaning loudly and then breathless.

As she came down, Dan sat back and looked u at her with loving eyes.

“Thank you, Dan, that was wonderful.”

He smiled but said nothing.

“What can I do? What do you need?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Nothing dear. You have given me averring I need.”