It was going to be a night to remember. She had spent hours getting ready for the return of her beau. Showered and pampered, wrapped in a red lace basque and thong with white stockings. All this covered with a loose fitting dress of a shiny red material and a white shawl. Her feet encased in strappy stiletto heeled shoes.  Yes, it was going to be a night to remember.

He drove his car through the early evening traffic, yes, he thought, he had remembered everything. Get home, shower and change, a meal and a few drinks then the surprise. Ten o’clock and all would be revealed. Yes, it was going to be a night to remember.

She hears his car on the drive, seven o’clock and he’s on time. Just time to check all is OK before he lets himself in. She closes the door on the scene for their next flight of passion. A simple room with just a king size bed, a bedside table, a dressing table and stool, wardrobe and a stereo system. The bed has wrought iron ends with brass finals and on the polished floor, a small rug. Scented candles are around the room waiting for their time, a time when they burn for the glory of a heavenly union. She descends the stairs.

He parks the car, gets out and locks the door, walks to the door and lets himself in with his key. As he closes the door he doesn’t lock it, just pushes it closed, too impatient to behold the vision walking down the stairs towards him. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped and watched as she came to meet him. His hands on her waist, he feels the contours of the lace and guesses that she has made just as much effort as he has. Her smell is divine, he recognises the perfume that he bought for her.

She stopped on the last stair and her eyes drew level with his, she smiles as she feels his hands on her waist, she knows that he can feel her underwear, she knows that he knows her thoughts. She takes his hand and leads him to the dining room, to the table with candlelight and food. A trolley nearby holds the other courses, all light from necessity, not to ruin the grand performance expected later.

He looks at the table and then round the room, the shadows dancing for their pleasure. Not a thing out of place and a beautiful woman about to serve up his every need. He sits at the table and she sits opposite. The candlelight giving a glow to her skin, the shimmer of her dress. They ate.

She served him his food, this man with a dark business suit, seated at her table. How much she knows of him but how much there is to learn. He has always seemed to have darkness about him, not an evil darkness, just a mystery. She has served him his sweet and the meal is over. She excuses herself and leaves the room, returning ten minutes later, having lit the candles and set the music. She escorts him to the bedroom.

As she leaves the dinning room, he uses his mobile phone to confirm the arrangements for later this evening. The call finishes as she re-enters the room and he lets her lead him to the bedroom. He is impressed and takes off his jacket, laying it on the stool by the dressing table. This will be a night to remember.

She beckons him to sit on the bed as she dropped the white shawl to the floor, the music plays gently in the background. She picks up the rhythm and dances slowly around the room, all the time getting more suggestive. She reaches behind her to slowly release the zip and let the dress fall forward, but not too far. Gradually she lowers her arms and lets the dress fall to the floor.

He gasps as the second layer of packaging is revealed. Her perfect breasts encased in red lace, her torso, already slim is tapered down to her waist, The high cut legs of the thong complimenting her long, slender legs. Her shoes tall, stretching her calves as her toes point towards the floor. He stands.

She sees him stand and dances away from him as he reaches for her. Her gyrations becoming more provocative as his eyes follow. She stops at the bedside table and opens the drawer, pulls out two pairs of handcuffs and two ankle restraints and lay then on the bed. She moves him to one side as she stands by the bed, her hands reaching behind to undo the clips of her basque. Slowly it falls from her body and she hears him gasp again.

He watches her get the restraints from the drawer and smiles; it was better than he had hoped. She gently pushes past him and stands by the bed, her hands reaching behind her, the basque falls to the floor and his breath is sucked in as a gasp of admiration. She is beautiful. He watches as she turns her back on him, her thumbs hook the sides of her thong and tease it slowly to the floor. The view is sublime.

She steps out of the flimsy piece of material and kicks off her shoes. One finger on her bottom lip, she turns and sits on the bed, looking directly into his eyes. Her tongue flicks out and licks her at finger. She swings her legs onto t

Erotic Story---The visit

  My wife Karen and I have a friend, Brad. He’s young, single, a world traveler, and is always a pleasure to be around. We love to see him and hear about his latest adventures. It affords us an escape from our, pretty much, mundane lives. Besides, Karen thinks he’s sexy as hell and has made him the object of many of our bedtime fantasies. Since there’s not a jealous bone in either of our bodies, our marriage is a pleasure.

  Thursday night, he stopped by for a visit and to down a couple of beers with us. We sat in the living room and talked about his latest escapades and his recent trips to the Islands.

  After several beers, I decided to head up to the bathroom for a few minutes. Karen and Brad were still talking down in the living room. When I came out, I headed back down to the living room and found it empty. I figured they’d gone into the kitchen to refill their drinks but found it empty as well. That’s when my heart started doing flip-flops and I thought, “Could it be?”

  As I quietly crept down the hallway to our bedroom, I could hear my wife’s distinctive moans of pleasure. I peeked around the corner of the doorway and there she was, lying back on the corner of the bed, spread eagled, top off and her mini skirt was hiked up to her waist. Brad had his own shirt off and was on his knees, licking Karen’s engorged pussy lips and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

(She later told me she’d asked Brad if he wanted to fool around right after I’d left. He said “sure if you’re up to it”, and asked if I’d mind. She told him I wouldn’t and in fact I’d like it.) Hell yes!!

  I stood at the doorway for a few minutes watching Brad expertly tongue Karen’s red-hot pussy. My own Jeans had suddenly become mighty uncomfortable. The sight of someone whom my wife thought was hot to begin with, pleasuring her, was an incredible turn on.

  She raised her legs to give him better access to her sex and began to sensuously writhe her way to an orgasm. He expertly flicked his tongue across and up and down her swollen pussy lips, teasing her the same way I do. She reached up and grabbed his head, directing him to the sweet spot when suddenly she cried out as her whole body spasmed in ecstasy. She bucked against his face for a few minutes, crying out “Oh God, oh God” several times while her stomach muscles twitched and jerked. After she collapsed down onto the bed, Brad slowly backed away and stood up. She trembled for a few seconds, sat up and immediately ripped off her miniskirt, grabbed his jeans and pulled them down unceremoniously to the floor leaving him in his boxers. Trying to slow her down a bit, he gently pushed my now naked wife back onto the bed and began lightly caressing her body while passionately kissing her.

  His hands wandered over her entire body as she enjoyed his light and gentle touch while his tongue danced across hers. Soon she started writhing again as his fingers found her swollen pussy lips and lightly tickled them. It brought gasps of pleasure from her as he gently parted them and inserted two fingers, beginning a slow, rhythmic finger fucking as his tongue did the same in her mouth. She started gasping and writhing, at the same time, arching her body into his strong hand. She exploded with another orgasm and Brad never stopped pumping his fingers in and out of her hot pussy and deeply kissing her as she was moaning and grinding until she collapsed back yet again onto the bed.

  As they lay there, he caressed her body and hair while she basked in the afterglow of that incredible orgasm. He then began kissing her neck and breasts while lightly brushing her sides, the insides of her thighs and butt with his fingers. At this point I had to loosen my own Jeans to prevent an explosion. This entire scene was about the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.

  As they lay there he kept on with the light touching and kissing, moving to her erect nipples with his tongue. As he did that she reached into his boxers, grasped his rock hard member and began stroking. They lied there kissing, stroking and caressing for a few minutes when Karen decided she’d had enough of his boxers, grabbed hold of the waistband and pulled them off of him. She immediately reached for his bobbing tool and secured it with her hand, pulling him closer to her so that it was against her flat, sexy belly where she could rub it against her while her other hand felt on his ass.

  Karen has very sensitive breasts and Brad que’d in on that fact rather quickly. As he licked and lightly bit her hard nipples, he also licked around them, encircling her entire breasts with his tongue. I know from

As you wish Master

Showered and dressed I finish applying my lipstick; I hear the door open quietly. You walk slowly into the room. A smile adorns your handsome face as you approach me. The air is filled with tension as I know what may come of your entrance.

The beating of my heart is clear to me and my breath getting deeper. You near me; at first you kiss my lips tenderly then harder as you yearn for me. You whisper that you want me and want me now. I pull away from your caress. Thus makes you smile.  You take my wrists and push me hard against the wall, my head and body crashing against the cold harshness of brick.

Lifting my skirt you find me to be wet from your forcefulness, you rip my shirt open revealing my firm breasts. Nipples erect waiting in anticipation of your grip. You cover my mouth to stop me from being heard by all, that wait in the next room. I try to pull away from you, as I do you strike me full on the cheek of my face. Now you have changed from my lover to my Master.

Rope hanging from a hook nearby is within your grasp, my mouth now covered with tape. I cannot make a sound. Whimpering for mercy you take my arms and tie them to the cross and also my ankles. I face the wall in front and on this hangs a mirror. My cunt is easily seen and accessible. Crack, Crack is the sound I hear. I feel no pain for the moment but then a searing surge explodes within me, as you whip me harder with your cane.

Your words are explicit and powerful, making me squirm as you continue to whip me. The ties on my wrists are loosened enough for me to able to bend my aching arse and cunt toward you.  With this movement you take the opportunity to use me. Within moments I feel my arse being filled with a thick vibrator. You have a device to turn the power on/off and make intense or not. I have lost control and I weep with wanting to cum.

I motion to you of my request and you deny this. Pulling my thick raven hair back I cry with pain as you continue to use my arse with the vibrator. Trying to get away from the turmoil that you are causing you choose to take me from the cross, throwing me to the floor. 

Obedience is of most importance to you. You yell for me to pleasure myself for your ‘own’ pleasure. You watch motionless as I play with my cunt, teasing and pulling on my clitoris. You pull my nipples hard I can feel an intense urge to cum.  Again you stop me ordering me that I must first ask and if I do not comply you will beat me further.

Please Master may I cum? This pleases you and you allow me. My heat beating fast, my breasts even more full, clitoris swollen I shake with an intense orgasm and fall back onto the floor.  Just as I open my eyes I feel myself being dragged back up onto my knees, you again order me to pleasure myself.  I am weary but you have no mercy for me.  The whip now in your hand you take a full swing at my breasts. I cry with the pain, tears flowing from my eyes. You strike me again and again. Turning me to face the wall you have full access to my arse. All emotion ridden from you, you continue to whip me till I have no feeling left within me.

Chains are placed around my ankles and wrists turning me into a little bundle for your own pleasure.  My arse ‘very’ accessible to you. Your cock is hard, swollen and has pre-cum on the tip. After Making me lick your cum juices you face fuck me hard. I cannot move or whimper. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper you fuck my mouth till your breath deepens. I am aware of you being about to cum into my mouth. I look up into your eyes and you moan with intense pleasure as you shoot your cum hard into my open wanting mouth Sucking you dry.  You then untie me.

 I have the desire to cum again; all feeling has been awakened by watching  ‘you’ my master cum. I ask to have two vibrators pushed into my cunt and arse. This pleases you very much. You walk away from me to the door, with my look of confusion you smile as you are aware of what is to happen next.  No sooner have you done this in walk three men, masked. I am unable to identify them. They say nothing but watch me as I have taken over the movements of using myself with the vibrators.  Bringing myself to climax after a time.

The three masked men repeat what you have already succeeded in. Instructions have been given to each of them and in turn they beat me and use me consecutively. Whipping, restraining, fucking and abusing me verbally, till I can take no more.

Thank you.  I will always obey you, and do as you wish master. For ‘your’ wish is my command.

By Sammi -x-