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The Deluge

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2014 by Ethan

The weather report was horrible. Storms were descending upon the city, but there was no way I was going to miss the concert. Crystal had other ideas. She was worried about the wind and the rain. She was also worried about flooding. At the last minute, she said that she was not going to go. I was not mad, but I was not going to the concert alone.

I called a few friends, but none were available. Then, I remembered Laynie, a young woman at work who had mentioned how much she would like to go to the concert. She was a sight to behold. Red hair. Green eyes. She was barely old enough to drink but thought she knew the ways of the world. I called and asked her to the concert. Her excitement could be felt through the phone.

When I picked Laynie up, I could not believe it. High heels. Low cut shirt. Tight jeans. Her ass was the right size. Plenty to hold on to. Once we were in the car, she made her intentions clear. She was only going because she was dying to see this performer. It was not a date, and I should not expect anything to happen. I agreed but had no intentions of letting it go that easily.

It rained a little on the way, but it had stopped by the time we parked. Some of her friends had rented a hotel room and wanted us to stop by for drinks. The entire room had been turned into a giant bar. They had everything anyone could want. In fact, they were loaded when we arrived and immediately offered up shots. Laynie would only take a shot if I did. I do not usually do shots but knew that she needed to be loosened up.

She had a few more drinks while I pretended to have a few. Then, we headed to dinner in the private club of the arena. It was perfect. It was quiet, and we were away from the crowd. I could start working on her refusal to end the night in an embrace. I ordered a bottle of wine and began to soften her stance.

I asked if she had a boyfriend. She asked if I had a girlfriend. Slowly, the conversation got more personal. She asked about my sexual adventures. I told her a few things but did not want to spook her. I asked about hers. She told a few stories that I thought might be true. Others I was not as sure about. In short, I got her into a sexual frame of mind.

After getting more drinks, we made it to the seats. The performer entered the arena and started the show. This is where things get a little fuzzy. Perhaps, I had one too many drinks, as well. I know that I placed my hand on her knee. Then, I started rubbing her thigh. Eventually, I made my way to the crotch of her jeans. Laynie did not stop me, and I could tell why. She was totally soaked.

I leaned in to kiss her, and Laynie opened her lips slightly to take in my tongue. This continued throughout the concert. We were not listening to the music, and we were not listening to the performer as he continuously reported the weather outside. It was getting rough. He was warning people in the crowd that they should leave if they felt it necessary. No one left.

As the show ended, I could not get Laynie home fast enough. My cock was hard, and I did not want her out of the mood. We walked to the car through the rain. People on the street were talking about the storm, and I could tell that it had been worse than it was then.

As I drove her home, Laynie was squirming. It was not the downpour that we were driving through.Rain

I knew what she wanted, but she could not convince herself. She kept saying that the night was fun, but we had gone too far. Nothing else was going to happen. We would see about that.

I pulled into the driveway and got out to open her door. The rain had stopped for a while. I walked her to her backdoor.

“You are not coming in.”

“I know. I am walking you to the door because it is the gentlemanly thing to do.”

As she reached to unlock the door, I turned her around and kissed her goodnight. I pulled her close to me so she could feel the bulge in my pants. Laynie moaned as I darted my tongue into her mouth and moved my hands to her breasts. Being young, her skin was smooth and her breasts were perky. Her nipples were erect as my hands kneaded them. I knew she was going to give in.

I was never going to get into her house, but I did not have to. I pressed Laynie against the car and unfastened her jeans. Soon, her jeans were around her ankles. Her white thong covered just enough for her not to be nude. She fumbled with my jeans until I helped her get my cock out. That is when she slid down the car until she was kneeling in front of me. She took my cock into her mouth as much as she could, but I could tell that she wasn’t that experienced.

I pulled her up and pulled her panties down. Now, it was my turn to kneel as I pulled Laynie’s jeans and panties away. Then, I turned her around. She had told me at dinner that she had always wanted her boyfriend to lick her asshole, but he would not do it. I had no such reservations. I spread her cheeks and gave her hole and ran my tongue across it. Layne gave out a  squeal and a whimper.

Then, I stood up. I bent Laynie over the car and entered her from behind. That was something else her boyfriend would not do. Obviously, he was not experienced, either. How could a guy have an ass like that at his disposal and not want to fuck his girlfriend from behind?

I eased into her, but I did not have to. Her pussy was dripping wet. It was running down her thighs and finding its way onto my balls. I stroked her slowly as she laid her head on the car. I was determined to make her cum. It took some time, but she finally exploded. Then, it was my turn. I pulled out a came all over her ass.

When we were finished, Laynie was shocked. She had never envisioned having sex with someone old enough to be her father. She had never had sex outside. She had never had an orgasm like that. In fact, she was convinced that it was the first time it had ever happened. What she thought were orgasms really were not.

We cleaned up with a towel that I kept in the car. I kissed her goodnight and drove away. As I did, the rain began to pour like I had never seen. It rained all night, and the city suffered a flood. However, no matter how much it rained it never got as wet as Laynie’s pussy.

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The Pet

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on December 5, 2012 by Ethan

Some of my favorite times with Crystal involved the leash. They involved other things as well, but the leash was the key. When she walked into the door and saw the leash on the counter, Crystal knew that she was going to be the pet for the evening. She also knew what she was supposed to do.

Upon seeing the leash, Crystal immediately disrobed and got on her hands and knees. There she would wait until I came over and put the collar around her neck.Leash

I would also insert a butt plug with a tail on the end of it. From this point forward, she could not speak and had to obey all of my commands. It would vary at different times, but a typical session would go like this.

I would take the leash and lead her to my chair. While I watched television or read a book, Crystal would kneel on the floor and place her head beside me. If she was a good pet, then I would pet and caress her. If she began to squirm or whimper, then I would have to tap her on the nose and tell her to stay still. If she continued, then I would try to find out what was wrong.

“Are you thirsty?”

If she nodded yes, then I would give her permission to drink. Crystal would crawl to the dish that I had placed for her. It always made me hard to watch her crawl with the tail hanging out of her ass. After lapping up the alcohol, Crystal would always crawl back to me.

“Do you need to potty?”

If she nodded yes, then I would take the leash and lead her to the yard to pee. She crawled over the deck and down the stairs. Then, she squatted in the grass to potty.

This is where things would start to vary. Sometimes, I couldn’t stand it and would strip right there. I would mount her in the yard and fuck her while pulling on the leash.

Other times, I would lead her back into the house.

“That was a good girl. Would you like a treat?”

That’s when I would strip and sit in my chair. With my cock raging, Crystal would come over and start nibbling on her bone.Collar Blow

If Crystal didn’t deserve a bone, then I would give her some toys to masturbate with.Rawhide BonesBy this time, Crystal would be whimpering and begging to be fucked, but I needed to prepare her first. After all, I didn’t need to be bitten by my pet. That’s where a dog bone gag comes in handy.Dog Bone Gag

With my pet prepared, I would fuck her until I was completely satisfied. When we were finished, Crystal would sleep at the foot of my bed.

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The Balcony

Posted in Fact with tags , , , on October 12, 2012 by Ethan

MariMar recently wrote about her adventures on a balcony, and, as I was becoming aroused by her words, I recollected some special experiences that I had on a balcony.

My time with Annie would not be considered a D/s relationship. However, she worked in the corporate world, and the responsibilities of her job meant that she needed me to be in charge of our private life. This included Annie giving her body over to me to do with as I pleased. I am certain that she saw it as a stress relief. I saw it as an opportunity to stretch her boundaries.

Annie lived in a downtown condo that was surrounded by restaurants, bars and coffee shops. It was true urban living with people walking from place to place. When we weren’t going to those places ourselves, we would sit on her balcony, have a few drinks and watch the people scurry about. The condo was one the second floor, so we were low enough to feel the energy of what was going on around us. We were also low enough for me to get an idea.

Annie had created a balcony of comfort. We each sat in wooden chairs covered with pillow-like cushions. Our drinks sat on a round, glass table between us. There were a few candles for ambience, but the lights of the city were enough to break through the darkness.

To add more comfort, Annie liked to sit in her silk robe. One night, I realized that we had all of the ingredients for a sexual adventure.

I got up from my chair, walked over to Annie, and knelt in front of her. Giggling, she asked, “What are you doing?”

“I came over to give you a kiss.”

Of course, she thought I meant a regular kiss. Instead, I parted her legs and began to kiss her inner thighs. Of course, she pushed me back.

“We can’t do this out here. You realize that if we can see them they can see us.”

“Exactly.”

I began kissing her inner thighs again. This time, Annie did not push me back. I slowly moved up her thighs until I was kissing the lips of her pussy. It did not take long for Annie to orgasm while trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. After she came, I took her had and led her to the bedroom. My plan would take small steps, and it was not time to push her too far.

A few days later, we found ourselves back on the balcony, and it was time to move to the next phase.

“Come over here.”

Annie smiled and walked over to me.

“Now, it’s your turn to pleasure me.”

Annie did not hesitate to get on her knees. As the silk gown loosened to show her breasts, she pulled down my shorts and took my cock into her mouth. I could hear the bustle of people beneath us as she ran her tongue around the shaft. As Annie focused on my pleasure, I pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to her waist. Now, her breasts were completely exposed to the night air. The front of the robe was already opened, and I knew it would be on the ground soon.

With my help, the robe fell completely the ground, and Annie was completely nude as she knelt in front of me. She was taking my cock deep into her throat, but I was not going to let that be it. I lifted her up, and she stood in front of me. She wasn’t thinking about the people below us. She wasn’t thinking about being seen. She was only thinking about what I was going to do next.

I turned her around and eased her back.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to ride my cock.”

As Annie sat on my lap, I positioned my cock, and it slid into her pussy. She began grinding slowly as one of my hands found her breast and the other grabbed her blonde hair. As I pulled her hair, Annie began riding me faster and harder. Her breasts were bouncing. She was moaning. I was trying not to cum.

She rode me until her moans turned into screams and, after an exploded orgasm, turned into whimpers. Did people listen? Did people watch? I don’t know. I know that people were on the sidewalk beneath us. I know that cars went by. I know that windows and other balconies were all around.

I also know that after her orgasm, I turned Annie around to face me. She climbed back onto my cock. As she rode me slowly, I moaned as loud as I could and came deep inside of her.

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The Exhibition

Posted in Fact with tags , , , on October 5, 2012 by Ethan

I don’t remember when I first met Sherry. It may have been at a concert with a group of other people. It may have been at a local watering hole. It doesn’t matter because I remember one awesome afternoon that I spent with her. Sometime, somewhere I asked if she wanted to go out. To my chagrin, she only agreed to a lunch date.

We met at an out-of-the-way restaurant in a nearby town, where Sherry poured her soul out to me. She was going through a divorce from her husband and didn’t feel comfortable going out on a “real” date. It was an unhappy marriage to a husband not interested in sex. She had gotten breast implants in an attempt to draw interest, but that didn’t work. I must say, however, that it certainly drew my attention.

After many words and a few tears, I asked Sherry if she wanted to take a walk in the park that I had passed on the way. She smiled at this and said something about me wanting to get her to a secluded area. I replied with something about how that was the furthest thing from my mind. We went to the park; walked a little; talked a little; and ended up sitting on a picnic table. She was more at ease, and I leaned in to kiss her.

Sherry stopped me and said that she couldn’t do that here. Couldn’t do that here? Did that mean she could do it somewhere else? Luckily, she had an idea. The house that she had lived in with her husband was up for sale and was nearby. She assured me that no one lived there and that he was out-of-town. By this time, I was willing to go anywhere.

I followed her to the house, and I could tell she was nervous as she got out of her car. As we walked into the house, I could almost see her shaking. I put my arms on her shoulders; turned her around; and kissed her. In that moment, all of her uneasiness melted away. She put her arms around me and began darting her tongue into my mouth. My tongue met hers, and we were soon ripping the clothes off of each other.

Then, she stopped me again.

“Want to get in the hot tub?”

At this point, I would get into anything as long as I could get into her.

“Sounds good to me, but it’s daylight, and I don’t have a suit.”

“That’s ok. You can wear one of my husband’s. I’ll grab it and put on a bikini.”

I knew what she was doing. She was attracted to me but wasn’t sure if she was ready to have sex with me. She came down the stairs wearing a string bikini, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She had an awesome body, and her curves – both natural and manmade – were barely being held by it. She gave me the bathing suit to change into and said that she would be in the hot tub.

After a few minutes, I climbed into the tub with her, and we both relaxed. I noticed that the next door neighbor was mowing his yard, so I knew that nothing was going to happen out there. And, that is when I was proven wrong.

Sherry positioned herself in front of me and said, “This top is too confining. Will you please untie it for me?”

I pulled the string, and the top fell into the water. She turned to me, and I saw her breasts for the first time. They were amazing. Firm. Full. Her large nipples were standing straight out. I kissed her as I kneaded them with my hands. Then, I moved my mouth one of her nipples and began to suck as my hand played with the other. I sucked. I licked. I bit. Sherry moaned as my mouth took in her breasts, and she began to fondle me.

It wasn’t long before she had my suit off, and she was stroking me under the water. There we were in broad daylight. Sucking. Stroking. Her breasts completely exposed to anyone who wanted to see. I thought about the guy mowing his yard, but I didn’t think about him for long.

I lifted myself onto the side of the tub and pulled her head toward me. She instantly knew what I wanted. Sherry took me into her mouth and sucked my cock. I could feel the breeze blow against me as she moved her head up and down. I couldn’t stand this anymore; grabbed the back of her hair; and pull her up. Now, she was standing in front of me.

There we were. I was completely nude and sitting on the side of the tub. She was topless and standing in water up to her knees. Our eyes never left each other as I reached down and untied the bottom of her bikini. It fell to the ground, and Sherry was standing there in all of her beautiful glory.

I ran my hand between her thighs and said, “I am going to fuck you, but I am not going to fuck you in this hot tub.”

She sighed, and her body fell into me.

“I don’t care where you fuck me. I just need you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

I climbed out of the hot tub with a raging hard on and helped her climb out of the tub.

“Are we going inside?”

“Not a chance. You are going to get fucked where anyone can see.”

I had noticed a lounge chair earlier, and led her to it. She laid on it and spread her legs as wide as they would go. I put my knees on the chair and her knees over my arms. Then, I slowly slid my cock into her. Something told me that she needed it slow, and that’s how I gave it to her. Slowly in. Slowly out. As I slid out, I made sure that my cock completely left her pussy. Each time, she begged me, “Please put it back in.”

I slowly stroked as I felt her body build up to an orgasm. Her body tensed. She began to shiver. Suddenly, she moaned loudly as the juices poured out of her. Sherry held me tightly as my hard cock remained inside of her.

“You don’t think we are finished do you?”

“Not at all. You need to cum, too.”

“That’s right. But, you are going to be on display when you make me cum.”

I raised up and helped her off the chair. I replaced her on my back and motioned for her to climb on to my erection. Sherry straddled me and slowly slid down my pole.

“I don’t want to be fucked slowly. You are going to ride the Hell out of me.”

Sherry didn’t hesitate as she rode up and down my cock. She arched her back and thrust her breasts as she slammed herself all the way down. She gritted her teeth as she impaled herself over and over and over. I could feel that she was going to cum again and struggled not to cum myself. She jerked wildly as she came once again. Finally, I was able to explode deep inside of her as she collapsed on top of me.

We laid there for a while and got up to grab our stuff and go inside. That’s when we noticed that the neighbor who was mowing his yard had stopped to watch the entire show.

That was the last time that I saw Sherry. I called a few more times, but she never seemed to be able to go out with me. After a few failures, I stopped calling and lost touch with her. It was almost a year later when I heard that she had reconciled with her husband. I used to wonder if he had as much luck with his bathing suit as I did.

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The Mound

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , , on September 25, 2012 by Ethan

Crystal and I were taking a drive down the Natchez Trace, a scenic highway with interesting stops along the way. There are old homes, monuments, cemeteries and Native American burial mounds. It was a beautiful spring day, and she wanted to pull over to explore some of the sites. Crystal had been a good girl of late, so I decided to reward her. Besides, I wanted to see a few things, as well.

I pulled into a parking lot, and we read a sign about the burial mounds only a hundred yards away. Crystal really wanted to check them out, so we walked over and explored the centuries old structures. As we walked around the back, I ordered, “Take off your clothes.” Being the perfect submissive, she did so without hesitation. However, I noticed her glancing toward the parking lot.

“Don’t look over there. Lie down on the mound and spread your legs.”

She did as I ordered. It was a beautiful sight. This lovely submissive laying on the grass embankment with her pussy totally soaked. To think that she was willing to do this when tourists could come by at any moment. It made my cock so hard that it ached.

“Now, finger yourself as I take off my clothes.”

Her hand moved so quickly that it was almost a blur. She didn’t just rub her clit. Crystal rammed her fingers into her pussy and truly fucked herself. She came before I could get everything off. She did such a good job that I decided to reward her with my tongue.

“You’ve been an excellent slave today”, I said as I kneeled onto the grass and between her stretched out legs. “I’m going to lick you. But, know that I am not doing it just for you. As a good master, I deserve to taste you.”

With that, I buried my face between her thighs and kissed her waxed lips. Every good slave should be completely bare. I licked and nibbled her clit as I slowly penetrated her with two fingers. Before I knew it, she was moaning and bucking, and I had to work to keep my mouth where it belonged.

Crystal’s juices flowed out of her, and I am certain that she squirted a little on my face. However, I wasn’t going to punish her for that. As her juices streamed between her legs, I had another idea. I positioned myself, and, using her cum as lube, I slowly entered her ass. Crystal whimpered a bit as I eased deeper into her, but soon she was moving along with me.

I slid in and out of her ass slowly. Slowly. Faster. Faster. Until I was thrusting as hard and fast as I could. She moaned louder as I held her legs over my arms. Deeper. Deeper. Faster. Harder. I couldn’t stand it any longer and finally came deep in her ass.

That is when we heard a car pull up, and we put our clothes back on as fast as we could. We walked to the car, got in and drove further down the road. Suddenly she asked, “Sir, can we pull over somewhere?”

“Why?”

“Your cum is oozing out of my ass. I need to clean myself.”

“There’s no point. When we get to the hotel, I am going to cum in your ass again. You can clean yourself after that.”

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