A night with an (e)mail man (Fantasy Request)

This was a story written to me, and what I changed it into. It was nice, and turned me on, but I wanted to tell it from my perspective.


The original posts can be found:

(Modified)
A night with an (e)mail man (Fantasy Request)
A night with an (e)mail man, bedroom delivery (Fantasy Request)
A night with an (e)mail man, delivering assets (Fantasy Request)

(Original)
A night with an (e)mail man (Fantasy Request) - The original
A night with an (e)mail man, bedroom delivery (Fantasy Request) - The original
A night with an (e)mail man, delivering assets (Fantasy Request) - The original

Modified After trading emails off and of for a while, me and him decided to meet face to face. We met at a nice restaurant, passing the time with good wine, good food, and pleasant conversation. Topics ranged, not focusing on any one thing in particular, but instead going where they led, allowing us to get to know each other better. We occasionally referenced something discussed in one of our many emails, both naughty and nice. My favorite color, or my favorite flower. My lucky number. A nipple, hard underneath my shirt as I stand on the street, the snow falling around me on a dark December night. My clit teased and pleased by his hot tongue. Altogether, it was a good dinner. Dinner ended, and he asked me over for a nightcap. With his own naughty smile, he added, “And maybe something more…” I flashed my own naughty smile, and replied in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, please, on both.” We got into his car and he leaned over, twisting his head slightly so our eyes lingered, then put his mouth next to my cheek, caressing it with his hot breath. Reaching his hand over to the other side of me, he took hold of the seat belt, pulling it across me slowly, buckling it. Smiling again, he says in a soft voice, “Safety first,” while flashing another naughty little grin. Then he opened the glove compartment, pulling out a red silk scarf. Folding it over and over until was just a band, he used it to cover my eyes, then secured it so it could not slip off but was not tight enough to be uncomfortable. “No peeking.” My breath quickened, and I could feel his eyes looking me over. I wondered where his gaze lingered. On my breasts, nipples stretching the fabric of my blouse? Or my legs, covered with nothing but black stockings? Or my skirt, covering my black panties, even now getting just a slight bit moist. Without speaking, he started the car and drove to his house. While he drove, as short as it was, doubts crept into my mind. Am I sure I want to do this? Am I sure he is ok? We have only exchanged emails, and now I am going to his house. Yet at the same time, I was flush with anticipation, leaning forward slightly, wondering what naughty delights might await at our destination. It was a heady rush, both apprehension and anticipation. He parked the car and walked around to my side, opening the door. Grasping my hand, he pulled me up and out of the car, assisting me since I was blind to what was around me due to the blindfold. He pushed me back against the side of the car, leaning in close, kissing me softly, gently. One hand reached up and caressed my breast, palming my already stiff nipple. Moving away, he asked, “Are you ready?” to which I replied, slightly breathlessly, “Yes.” He reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse. Top button undone. Leaning in, I could hear him inhale through his nose, smelling my perfume, nuzzling my neck. Another button came undone, then another, another. Soon my blouse was completely unbuttoned, with his hands moving to my shoulders, pushing it off, pulling it down my arms, while we stood, pressed against his car, outside, in the cold night air. He inhaled sharply, realizing why my nipples stiff outline was seen through my blouse, realizing that I had not worn a bra this night, expecting more to happen than a simple meal and conversation. A thought flitted through my mind. Here I was, topless in his arms. Was anyone watching? Could anyone see what he was doing to me? I shivered with naughty desire. His hand came up to my hard nipples, pinching them lightly, then rolling them between his fingers. A moan involuntarily escaped me as I basked in the sensation. He proceeded to lightly flick my earrings, telling me how much he loved the way they glitter in the moonlight. Taking my hand, he led me inside. The jingle of keys, the opening of a door. He pulled me inside, closed the door, and immediately halted me. “Wait here,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t move.” After being gone for a few minutes, he came up beside me. Pressing up against me, I could tell he was naked, his penis standing stiff and erect, poking me slightly in the side, while his breath came in short, hungry bursts. Taking my hand, he placed two scarves, one in each hand, and again whispered to me. “Hold the scarves and do as I tell you.” My breath quickened and I could feel myself blushing slightly, my skin turning rosy. Walking slowly around me, his fingers wandered over my body, softly around my waist, over my hips, up my spine, to end under my chin. His hands moved down to my hips, where he knelt down in front of me. Leaning close to me, his hot breath tickled my skin before tugging on one foot, urging me to lift it. My shoe came off, and my foot came down on the soft, thick carpet. Up came the other foot, shoe removed, then back down. His hands, now free again, softly stroked my calves up and down, caressing my legs through my black stockings, before moving behind me and unzipping my skirt. He held it up, preventing it from falling to the ground, and I could feel his eyes move up to stare at my hard, firm nipples as I bit my lower lip, my breath coming in deep gulps. He eased my skirt to the floor, little by little, and was greeted with my now exposed garter belt, fastened tight to my stockings, and my black, slightly see through panties. A moan escaped from him as I heard him whisper, “Mmm, nice.” One by one he undid the suspenders, until all four were removed. His face pressed against my stomach, while his hands eased the garter belt down, off, onto the floor to keep my skirt company. His arms wrapped around me, and his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, one in each hand, then a forceful pull so I was against him, giving him a sense of urgency, a sense of lust unfulfilled. His breathing came harder, faster, and soon we were panting in unison. Turning me around, while lifting my leg and moving my now discarded skirt and garter, he stopped me once he was directly behind my topless, skirtless body. Once behind me, he removed the scarves from my hands tied my left wrist to right elbow, then took the other scarf and tied my right wrist to my left elbow. Bound, I was now helpless before him, so he could do anything he wanted. I was his playtoy. His hands moved down to my panties, and, taking one side in each hand, quickly pulled them down until they rested at my knees. Leaning forward, he kissed the base of my spine, then each ass cheek, before biting each cheek, a little nibble. He turned me around again until I was facing him, and his hot breath told me he was staring directly at my pussy as it became wetter and wetter. A hoarse “beautiful” came from him as his fingers moved to my slit, moving up and down my pussy lips slowly. Up and down. Up and down. He stopped, parting my lips. He didn't move for a couple minutes, so I only assumed he was looking at my now open, waiting pussy. His finger slid in easily, already lubricated with my juices, then back out. I gasped as it left, wanting it back inside me. Hearing sucking noises, I realized he was sucking on the finger, wet with my juices, then croaked, “Pure Heaven”. Hands against my hips, he pushed me backwards. After half a step, I squeal as I bumped into something, tumbling over backwards onto his couch. He moved with me as I fell, grasping my legs when I hit the couch and spreading them wide. Face pressed up against my pussy, he opened his mouth and found my clit, sucking hard, pulling, tugging, biting softly. His tongue ran over it, around it, again, again. Two fingers penetrated my pussy, thrusting in and out as deep as he could go, urgently, wantonly. Moving his face back slightly, he panted “Cum baby, cum for me” before burying his face back into my pussy. His mouth continued, sucking, licking, biting, kissing, his fingers pressing up against the top of my vagina, rubbing, teasing, pleasing. He continued, working on my pussy tirelessly, bringing me closer to climax. Closer. Closer. He did not let up until the pressure became unbearable, forcing my body over the edge, a wave of euphoria washing over me as I climaxed, shuddering, while his mouth continued tasting me, teasing me. I shuddered uncontrollably as he continued working over my pussy, until he paused while I lay shuddering is pure rapture. He waited, slowing down his tasting, his teasing, but not stopping. Staying there, his tongue started probing deeper into me, penetrating my pussy alongside his fingers, tasting me, adjusting when he felt my responses were not what he wanted, until he was truly pleasing me, as if he knew me and all my naughty little buttons. He continued playing with me, pleasuring me, bringing me to climax again and again, until I felt I could take no more. I gasped, begged, pleaded for him to stop, that it was too much. The night is still so young.	Original Tonight is our first meeting, we have traded emails for awhile and finally decided to meet. We have a nice leisurely dinner at very pleasant restaurant and finish off a bottle of wine as we chat. We don't talk about anything in particular, just getting to know one another. We occasionally allude to something in an email, maybe a hard nipple, or a well-licked clit. We have a good time. When dinner is over, I ask if you would like to come over for a nightcap. Smiling a devilish smile I add "and maybe something more?" You pause and think then softly reply, "Yes, please both." We get into my car, I reach across you my face directly next to yours, my eyes looking into yours, my breath caressing your cheek. After a moment, I pull your seat belt across and buckle it. Smiling again, I tell you "Safety first" as I open the glove compartment. I slowly pull out a silk scarf, folding it in half several times I make a blind fold; without asking I tie it over your eyes, knotting it behind your head, not so tight to be uncomfortable but enough so it will not slip off. I pause looking at you, pleased to see you are breathing deeper than a minute ago, pleased also to see your delightful nipples poking out against your blouse. Without speaking we drive the short distance to my house, you seem apprehensive, unsure; yet you are leaning slightly forward, anticipating what will happen. I park my car, walk around to help you out. I press you back against the car leaning in close I kiss you softly, gently. One hand reaches up and caresses your breast palming your nipple so hard already, so eager. Moving a step away I ask "Ready?" Again you pause, then a soft nearly breathless reply "Yes." I reach up and slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse. Top button first, then leaning in I smell your fragrance nuzzling against your neck. Then another button, and another and another. Soon your blouse is undone all the way down; my hands move to your shoulders and slowly push it back and off easing it down your arms. I can now tell why your nipples were so obvious, you chose not to wear a bra this evening, you expected this. With you standing next to my car, cool night air on your body, I let you wonder, where am I, who can see me? I lightly pinch both nipples, softly rolling them between my fingers. You moan softly enjoying the sensation. I flick your sexy little barbells telling you how much I love the way they glitter in the moonlight. Taking your hand I lead you inside. You can tell I stop you in a room nothing more, there is carpet under your feet but you know nothing else. "Wait here," I tell you "don't move." I am gone a few minutes, when I return to your side I stand close to you and put another scarf in each hand. You can feel me know I am naked against you're my erection hot and needy pressing into your side. I tell you to hold the scarves and do as I tell you. Your breathing is much deeper now, rapider; a light blush is spreading down from your face onto your neck and upper chest. Moving slowly around you, I let my fingers slowly wander over your body, softly around your waist, over hips, up along your spine, under your chin. Standing in front of you, I hold your hips as I knell in front of you. I am close to you, close enough so you feel my breath hot against your skin. I tug gently on one foot telling you "Lift." When your foot comes off the floor I slip off your heel and lower your foot back down. Then do the same with the other shoe. I run my hands slowly softly up and down your calves, caressing you through your dark stockings. Reaching around behind you, I unzip your skirt, holding up not letting it drop I look up at your. I see what I hoped for; I can tell you are excited, you are biting your lower lip, your breath coming in deep gulps, your nipples are obviously hard. I ease your skirt to the floor. I am greeted by a pure delight: your are wearing a sexy black garter belt and matching black silk panties. You can hear me moan in delight "Mmm nice." One by one I undo the garter tabs; then holding you close, my face pressed to your belly I gently ease the garter belt off you hips and down to the floor to join your skirt. Still close to you, I reach behind you and grab one ass cheek in each hand squeezing them pulling you hard against me; this is the first sign of the urgency I am feeling. You can hear my breathing now, just as deep as your, also quickened by my urges. I turn you in front of me, moving you skirt and garter out of the way as you move. Now behind you, I take one hand and move it to the opposite elbow; taking the scarf from that hand, I tie you, wrist to elbow. Taking the other hand I do the same to the other side, binding you making you helpless, my plaything for the evening. I grab your panties at each hip and quickly tug them down to your knees. I lean forward and place a kiss at the base of your spine, then I kiss each cheek, and lightly bite each. Once again I turn you slowly until you face. I stare for a moment, looking at your beautiful pussy; I can see drops of nectar on your lips. I whisper hoarsely "Beautiful," as I slide a finger along your lips, slowly up and down, parting them, seeing you open for me. I slide my index finger into, your pussy wet slick eager opening for me. My finger slips out of you, you gasp as it pulls free. I slid my finger into my mouth tasting you for the first time, telling you "Pure heaven." I put my hands on your hips and push you back wards, you take a half step then realize something is behind you, you tumble over backwards, squealing, you fall back onto my couch. I am moving with you, keeping up with you. When you land I throw your legs wide and press my face to your pussy, my mouth opens and I suck hard at your clit, pulling it tugging it, biting it between my teeth, rubbing it around and around with my tongue. I slip two fingers into you, deep all the way in, I move them in and out urgent. Keeping my face to you pausing just long enough I tell you "cum baby, cum for me." My fingers curl forward in you pressing up behind your clit, my mouth is busy sucking you, biting you, licking you, kissing you. I throw sensation after sensation at you, urgently I need you to cum, I need you to feel the rapture of orgasm for me. I do not let up I devour you, feasting on you, feeling your body grow tense, feeling you get more and more arouse. Suddenly it hits, the wave of pleasure breaks over you, electric warmth coursing through your body. I hold tight keeping my face to your sweet wet lovely pussy, drinking deep from you, loving this gift you have given me. I let you slowly calm down but do not stop licking you. Now I am content, now you can cum slowly, have lingering, long orgasms one after the other. I stay where I am; kneeling between your legs, my mouth and tongue experiencing your wonderful center, learning what you like, learning what you love, giving you both. I keep at you, not stopping, slowing down every so often; but always starting back up. I keep pleasuring you until you are gasping, begging, pleading with me to stop The night is still so young.
Modified He paused for a minute. I licked my lips, dry now from my protests and heavy breathing. Slowly. Seductively. Hoping he was watching as my tongue poked out between my lips starting at the right side, moving across my upper lip, making it nice and moist, tasting my own lipstick. My upper lip lowered, pressing against my lower lip, sucking them in slightly, then back out, puckering as if for a kiss. He responded, pulling me forward forcefully, putting lips against lips. His tongue darted out, thrusting deep into my willing, wanton mouth. His hands moved up to my head, holding me there, as his kiss mixed with my kiss, passion mixing with passion, tasting each other and exploring each other. Time slowed, exhale, inhale, pulling in each other’s breath, feeding off the others air. At last we parted, breathless, the oxygen from the other no longer able to sustain us. He stood up quickly, pulling me up. As I was standing, he bent down slightly and picked me up, swinging me over his shoulder. He carried me a short ways. I squealed as I felt myself suddenly flying through the air, having lost contact with anything but myself. I hit a bed, bouncing slightly as the mattress springs caught my weight and cushioned my brief flight. Moving around the bed, he first straightened me out on it. He untied my left hand and secured it to the headboard. He moved further down, and secured my left leg to the endpost. Moving to my right leg, he pulled, stretching my legs wide and tying my right leg to the other bedpost. Move up, secure right arm. I was now stretched out, spread eagle, at his mercy. Helpless. His play thing. His breathing sped up, deep, almost panting breaths. What was he planning now? He leaned onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress. A soft kiss on my nipple, a little light sucking, then he moved away and off the bed. A fingertip appeared on my pussy, tracing the lips, but barely touching. A soft sensation, almost not there, yet ticklish at the same time. His finger followed me as I shifted slightly this way and that, so there was never a real force, a real substance, just a ghost of a touch on my pussy. Then, a soft flick on my clit, soft as a butterfly, before even the ghost touches left. I could feel his eyes, gazing down on me. I wonder what thoughts went through his head? A soft touch to my face, light, fleeting, almost non-existent. It moved down, touching my cheek, beating a slow line down then across to my lips. My face moved towards it, trying to feel what was touching me. A feather, or wisp of material, with very little firm substance. I assume it is a feather anyways, so ghostly, so soft as to be barely more than a breath of air. Tickling. Softly. Slowly. The feather continued moving, finishing its journey across my lips before moving across to my other cheek. Down it moved, its ticklish path, to my neck. The feather lifted, then made contact with my armpit, slowly continuing downward, me fighting the urge to laugh, as it tickled, and taunted, and teased. Each time it made me react, he continued in that spot, until I was laughing, gasping, tears rolling down my cheeks. He moved it to my arm before lifting it again, to less ticklish but more erotic places. The feather appeared between my breasts, circling them almost lazily. Slowly, it spiraled around, moving up, inward, towards my nipples. It brushed over each nipple, again and again. While it did not tickle, and did not have enough pressure to send tingles running through me, it did ignite my passion more because of its intimate placement. He then moved the feather down my belly, towards my ticklish side, running across each rib, back to my belly, then the other side, taking care to make sure I was good and giggly before he left each side. Once he reached my fur, he moved the feather to the side, trailing it down the outside of my leg, slowly, then using it on my feet until my giggles satisfied him. Then he brought it back up, along the inside of my leg, moving it just before it made contact with my pussy, ran it across my stomach, then back down the other leg, repeating his previous actions. This time, when he hit my upper, inner thigh, he did not veer off, instead lightly brushing it across my pussy. It was both ticklish, and highly erotic, causing me to become wetter, visible now to him as drops leaked out of me. One hand reached down and spread my pussy lips, gently opening me up, and the feather was moved to my hood, to tease my now exposed clit. He teased my clit, tickled it, flicking back and forth, tantalizing it. A ghost touch, there, but almost nonexistent. The thought of what he was doing drove me wilder than the touch, barely there, would have by itself. Suddenly, it stoped without warning, and I heard the soft patter of his feet fading as he walked across the carpet and left the room. When he came back, I could feel him settle onto the bed beside me, right on the edge. “Are you thirsty sweetness?” came the question. I nodded my head, my lips parched from my giggles and laughter brought about by his tickling, wanting to feel the cool liquid meeting my lips, entering my mouth, and moving down my throat as I swallowed each succulent drop. Something was pushed against my lips, not hard plastic or glass that I expected, but slick and cold, and a little bit wet. An ice cube. He placed it across my lips, sucking on it, trying to quench my thirst. Hot lips against cold ice. It quenched my thirst, a little, one cold drop at a time. It melted quickly, soon becoming a sliver, then gone. Taking another, he put it against my chin, down my neck, sending shivers up and down my body. It then traveled down, between my breasts, to spiral up, following the same path the feather had, until it reached my nipples, standing at attention from the cold, wet cube, as the water trailed from the cube sat, beaded upon my hot skin. Cold water, hot skin. I can see the drops in my minds eye, glistening, magnifying my flesh, like dew on a flower. The cubes were pushed down hard, firmly, the cold causing my nipples to tingle, even as they became stiffer. Rubbing ice across my nipples, cold pinpricks dancing on them, cooling them down, stimulating while at the same time almost painful. A moan came from my throat involuntarily. The ice cube was removed and his mouth enveloped my attentive nipples, warming them up, causing the tingles to change, to creep up inside me, to rip a second, involuntary moan from me. Warming up, the pin pricks subside, to change into the pleasure of touch and attention. As the cube disappeared, leaving only wetness behind where it once was, he again withdrew, removing all contact, and I heard the sound of yet another ice cube being plucked from its resting place among others. In surprise, I gasped as it appeared between my legs, pressed right up against my pussy. Rubbing up and down, side to side, the cube quickly melted, leaving me tingly with cold from where it once rested. Another cube was grabbed, and my pussy was slightly spread, the ice cube placed directly onto my clit. Over it. Pinpricks. The naughty little cube rubbing my clit, trying to tease it back out. My nerves were on fire, becoming super sensitive as the cold crept into my pussy and clit. Until, again, the cube is quickly gone, melted away from the heat of my body. His head moved down, his mouth finding my clit, warming it, much like my nipples. The moan was louder, longer than before, coming from deep within me. I thrust my hips towards him, pressing my pussy against his face, grinding it against his mouth. He sucked harder, pulling my clit tight, while another cube was pushed inside my pussy, causing me to scream in surprise, to thrust my hips harder against his face. Unable to stay on my clit, he instead started sucking my inner lips, pulling them tight, and plunged his tongue into my cold pussy, as if he was trying to follow the ice cube, to lick it, sitting inside me. He continued working his tongue, in my pussy, then up to my clit, lick lick lick, in, clit, in, clit, pushing me harder, harder, until a wave of pure bliss passed through me, relieving the pressure that had been building inside. I arched my back, pushing against him, shaking, lost in my rapture. He still didn’t let up. He continued licking, and nibbling, and sucking, sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy, sucking my clit, kissing my pussy. Tied to the bed, I was at his mercy as his face remained between my legs, continuing its naughty work. In the living room, on the sofa, he continued, not stopping till I begged him to. Here he was, repeating it. Licking, sucking, nibbling, pleasing, teasing, doing naughty things to my pussy, until I climaxed again, again. This time my begging was ignored, as he continued, yet more, again, to pleasure me, with wonderful tormenting pleasure, until I was too weak to move, to even speak. He untied my arms and legs, laying down next to me. I clung to him, shaking, pushed so far I could do nothing else, my body in rapture that bordered on torment. As I rested, regaining my senses, I could feel his warm, throbbing, rock hard penis pressed up against me. He brushed my hair aside, and whispered in my ear, “My turn now…”	Original I let you calm down for a minute; you lick your lips, making them shiny, sexier if possible. I pull you forward and kiss you hard, my tongue thrusting deep into your willing mouth. I hold your head in my hands pulling your mouth to my mouth; our kiss lasts a long time your passion and my passion mixing. Our mouths part we are both breathless. Quickly I stand up pulling you with me; as you rise I bend slightly and pick you up over my shoulder and carry you down the hall. Suddenly, without warning I toss you onto my bed. Quickly I move around the bed. First I untie your left hand and secure it to the head board out wide from your side. Moving down the bed I do the same to your left leg securing to the post at the corner. Then your right leg and right arm. You are helpless now, tied and at my mercy, my plaything. You can hear my breathing as I look down at you, unaware of what I am doing, wondering what will be next. I bend over and lightly kiss your nipple, suckling softly, then let it go. A finger tip traces along your pussy lips just barely touching them, avoiding you as you move. It flicks butterfly soft over your clit then moves away. I step away just looking at you, contemplating your beautiful body, spread before, your willing gift to me. Something touches your face, light, fleeting almost not there. It moves along slowly tracing a line down your cheek then slowly across your lips, You move to get closer to it, it so soft so resilient. The feather traces across the cheek then down along your neck. Moving sideways I caress your armpit with it following a slow methodical down yor arm, looking for ticklish spots. At each ticklish spot I pause and use the feather making your giggle gasp and laugh; then I slowly move on tracing all over your body: the sexy valley between your lovely breast, easy circles around your breasts, spiraling inwards to your nipples, slowly down over your belly, slipping out to explore your sides back and forth along your ribs, slowly down one leg, dancing over the bottoms of your feet the just as slowly back u the other leg. I eventually reach your core, your pussy. You are stunning, turned on, lips glistening in the light drops of your sweet nectar caressing them. With one hand my fingers gently open you, I spread you open, then move softly up exposing your hardened clit. Seeing it peak out I use the feather on it, flicking it back and forth, tantalizing you, there but almost not there. I stop with out warning. You can hear me move away down the hall. I come back in a moment; you can feel me sit on the edge of the bed. "Are you thirsty sweetness?" I ask? You nod your head. Something is against your lip, it is cold and wet and slippery. I rub an ice cube across your lips, letting you suck on it enjoying the warmth of your lips and mouth against the cold of the ice cube in my fingers. Holding the cube I let you slowly quench your thirst one cold drop at a time. When the cube is finally finished I take up another one and run it down your chin, y=to your neck, following the trail of the feather I move down between you breast chilly cold water leaving droplets on your sexy skin. I circle in to your nipple watching them grow hard as the ice closes in, then harder still as I rub each. You moan as the cold sets into them, then moan again as I suck each into my mouth warming them. I grab another cube, suddenly without I hold it against your warm pussy, I rub up and down, side to side; quickly melting the cube with your warmth. I grab another cube and slowly move it over your clit; you gasp, it was chilly before, your nerves are on fire, super sensitive, now it is cold! Again the cube quickly melts, I bend over and suckle your clit, warming it as I did your nipples. You gasp and moan rising up against my face. I suck hard pulling on your clit, you scream out in surprise bucking hard against my face as I plunge an ice cube into you pussy. My mouth follows sucking hard at your lips, my tongue plunging in after the ice cube, holding tight to you. I make passionate love to you with my mouth, driving you up, bringing you higher, and taking you to orgasm. As before I do not let up. I keep licking you, nibbling on your lips sliding my tongue in and out of your, sucking your clit, kissing it. I am at the foot of the bed my face between your legs, you tied and at my mercy. Just a short while ago I would not stop until you begged me; now you are being tormented again, I lick, suck and love your pussy with my mouth through many orgasms. This is your punishment, pleasure heaped upon pleasure because your are so sexy to me, because you gave yourself so willingly to me. I stay between your legs until you can barely talk, words coming out of your mouth barely intelligible; I only stop when you are exhausted barely able to move anymore. I untie your arms and legs and lay on the bed next to you holding me, letting you rest, my aching hard cock pressed into your back. I whisper softly into your ear "My turn now?"
Modified Staying there a few minutes, I enjoyed his warm embrace, shifting slightly time to time as I clung to him. I could feel his penis, there, between my legs, still hard, still waiting. I giggled quietly, and could see a reaction in his eyes. He jumped up, throwing his bedside drawer open and grabbed my arm and leg, flipping me over almost forcefully onto my stomach. He grabbed my ankles, pulling them apart, forcing my legs open. Sitting between my spread legs, he stared at my wet pussy, spread before him, while placing his thumbs on my dimples of Venus. Grabbing one cheek in each hand, he squeezed lightly, then started massaging. He kneaded each cheek, pulling them further and further apart until my ass was spread wide before him. I could feel his gaze lingering on my hole as my cheeks flexed slightly. His hand left one cheek, the other holding me open, and slightly wet, oily lube dribbled between the top of my spread cheeks, right above my hole. One finger started working it up and down, around my hole, then over it. I moaned slightly as his fingers ran across me, pushing and probing. Fingers circling around, more lube was dribbled down on me, and his finger move to my hole, pushing slightly, then more forcefully. I gasped as it penetrated my anus. I could feel the lube and his fingertip inside me, pushing further in, making tingles run through me. A finger moving slowly, in and out, around the hole, then back into me, brought more gasps to my lips as I got used to the presence of it inside me. His hands left me suddenly. *smack smack* His hands came down on my ass, one on each cheek, causing me to yelp, cutting off my moans, changing the mood. I jerked up, leaned forward, trying to move away from his hands. His hands came back down, pressing my lower back, pushing me against the bed, holding me down. Heat radiated from each cheek, smarting where his hands had landed, spanking me. His weight shifted as he leaned forward, softly kissing right in the middle of each spot his hands had contacted on my cheeks. First one, then the other, then kisses all over each cheek. Slowly, my alarm calmed, and his kisses started turning me on again. I could feel him sit up again. *smack* This time softer, left cheek, hard enough to feel it, but not hard enough for it to sting. *smack* His other hand came down on my right cheek. *smack* The outside of my thighs, close to my hips. *smack* Down low, where my cheeks met my legs. *smack* Near the top, just below my dimples of Venus. *smack smack smack* He continued for a few minutes, from the base of my spine to the tops of my legs, my skin warming as I knew it had turned red where his hand had been hitting my naked flesh. He paused, rubbing my ass cheeks, whispering in my ear about how he was enjoying playing with my body, then spread my cheeks again, exposing my hole to his eyes. More cold lube was suddenly squirted between my spread cheeks, the bottle making nasty noises, bringing an involuntary squeal to my lips. I felt myself blush, embarrassment rolling over me. His fingertip worked around the outside of my anus, in tight little circles, warming the lube up, helping relax me. A soft moan escaped me. His fingertip eased into my anus, slower than before. Just a little, then out again, more circles around the outside of it, then back in, a little deeper. Out, little circles, in, deeper, out, in, as my body reacted, my breath quickening, feeling his finger make love to my ass. His finger went in the last time, and I could feel the knuckle of his hand, knowing it was all the way in. He paused there, his other hand rubbing my lower back, while my anus throbbed around his finger, tightening, then loosening, then tightening again. His finger started moving again, slowly in and out. Overwhelming my senses, I could feel my hips shift, rocking my ass back and forth, trying to clench my anus, hold him there, inside me, push him back, inside me. I wanted him deeper, harder, inside me. As his finger continued to move in and out, his other hand started to lightly spank me again. One cheek, then the other. Finger in, left cheek. Finger out, right cheek. Alternating, arousing, flooding my ass with sensation. I let out another moan, deeper, longer, filled with desire. His finger came out, and I felt a second slide in with it. It slid in easily, and felt wonderful, more filling, more satisfying. My hips pushed back against him, wanting them to stay there. His fingers pressed in deep, then held there, as I felt his other two fingers extend across my ass cheek. His other hand lifted on my shoulders, guiding me to rolling over onto my back. I looked up at him through lust filled eyes, seeing the lust reflected there in his eyes, feeling his other hand under me, fingers still inside me. He looked down at my hard nipples, my breath coming in deep gasps, as my hands clenched the sheet, holding on to it tightly, as if to anchor me where I lay. He moved beside me, keeping his hand under me, and pulled me slowly to the edge of the bed. Grabbing one foot, he pulled, separating my leg from the other, then moved around until he was between my legs, pulling them further, until they were as wide apart as they could go. Shifting his wrist so it was between my legs instead of under my cheek, his penis started glistening with precum. He pushed his hard penis against me, rubbing my clit with the tip. His fingers slowly left my anus, and pulled my hips up slightly, as he pushed the head against it. A short thrust, and the head was pushed inside, just barely. His fingers came down, lightly rubbing my clit, while he waited, the head inside my ass. After a few seconds of slight rubbing, but nothing else, I whispered hoarsely, "Please? Now please?" He smiled, and in one swift motion, slid his penis all the way inside me. His eyes opened wide, and so did mine, and I felt him, and felt myself pulsing around him. He paused there, his thumbs moving up, one on each side of my clit. They moved in little circles. They pressed towards each other, catching my clit between, massaging it through the hood. One thumb shifted, pressing against the top of it, teasing it out of the hood, rubbing it. My body quivered with the direct contact, as he moved each thumb to the side, teasing the hood away, pulling on my exposed clit as both thumbs pressed inward. The other thumb came down right below it, then pressed upward, then shifted in a circular motion, gently twisting it. I bucked my hips, overwhelmed with his teasing, pushed almost to the point of exploding, pleasure almost torturous. Moans rose from me, no longer contained, as my body thrilled under him. He stopped everything, still, unmoving, as my mind reeled from the bliss. My body calmed down, and I regained my senses, ready, waiting, wanting. He continued unmoving, so I begin. As I started to move, shifting my hips up and down, he also started to move. His pelvis thrusted as I pushed into him, pulled back as I pulled back. Our speed increased, slapping sounds emanating from where our bodies made contact, over and over, thrusting into me, pelvis slapping against thigh. His fingers continued massaging my clit, then started working their way into my pussy, thrusting in while his penis thrusted in my ass, bringing me to the edge of climax. My body tensed, pressure building up in me, close to climaxing, as I feel him thrusts harder, closer to cumming himself. With one last shove, he shuttered, his eyes shut tight, gasping and moaning. I felt his cum push deep inside my ass. Pushing me over the edge, I climaxed, a sudden release of pressure, as waves of bliss rolled over me. I heard his gasps and my moans blend together as my mind went blank, lost in pleasure. He pulled my leg over, putting them together and laying me on my side, still inside my ass. He laid down next to me, snuggling close, wrapping his arms around me. His leg looped over me, holding me against him, as his hands slowly, softly roamed over my hot, sweaty flesh.	Original We stay that way for a few minutes, you shift slightly, my still hard cock slides down slightly nestling between your cheeks. You giggle quietly, that is all the encouragement I need. I jump up, grab my favorite warming lube form the bedside drawer and flip you over onto your belly. Spreading your legs wide open, I sit between them, your cheeks dimpling at the sides, creating delicious hollows I will be sure to kiss later. I can see your pussy peeking out between your legs, drops of your nectar still linger on the lips as you blossom and open to my gaze. I grab one cheek in each hand squeezing lightly. Your ass feels so good on my hands, I massage it, kneading each cheek, spreading your cheeks apart. Looking down I see your lovely backdoor. Holding you open, you can feel my gaze, cheeks flexing, your back door throbbing before me. I dribble some lube just above your hole, using one finger I slowly work it up and down, around and around over your hole. I love having you before me, moaning softly as I explore you, discovering the delights that you have for me. I circle closer in, dribbling on more lube pushing my index finger against you. You gasp softly as the tip enters into your, you can feel the lube warming you, making you tingle. I move my finger in and out, just the very tip, in and out very slowly letting you get used to me. I pull my hands away from your ass; then suddenly, bring each hand down hard, one on each cheek. Two loud slaps shatter the mood your quiet moans have created. You yelp and jerk up a bit; leaning forward, I press my hands against your lower back holding you down. I look at your bottom watching intently as two pink handprints appear. I lean forward and softly kiss each cheek once in the center of each handprint, then slowly I kiss all over each cheek. Slowly bringing you back down from surprise back to turned on. Staying between your legs, I lightly spank your wonderful bottom, not hard, not so soft you cant feel it; just hard enough to bring a wonderful sexy pink blush to your cheeks. First one cheek then the other. On the outside near your hips. Down low where your lovely legs meet your lovelier bottom. Near the top just below the sexy dimples next to your spine. Slowly roaming, slowly warming you. I pause softly rubbing your delightful bottom, telling you how wonderful it is to have it before me to play with. I spread your cheeks and squirt on some lube, it is cold and first and makes you squeal quietly, my finger tip returns rubbing in tight little circles around your ass, warming the oil making you moan as you relax. My finger tip slowly eases into your bottom, jet a bit at first, then out, then more little circles, then back in a little more, then out, then around, then in. I take my time, wanting you to want it. When my finger is completely in you I pause, my other hand rubbing your lower back, the lube warm and tingly making your ass throb around my finger. I begin to slowly, very slowly, move my finger in and out; easing it in and out of your bottom. You begin moving against my finger, clenching as I move out trying to hold me, pressing back eager to have me back. I keep sliding my finger in and out and begin to lightly spank you again, alternating cheeks in time with with my finger slowly fucking your bottom. The combination of spanks and my finger makes you moan, you grow eager wanting my finger fucking back against it. I press in a second finger with the first, you keep moving back and easily take a second finger. I press my fingers in deep holding them tight my hand pressed hard between your cheeks. With my other hand I guide you rolling you over onto your back. Your eyes look up at me, they are clouded with lust as mine are. Looking up and down your body, I see hard nipples, swollen areolas, your breath coming in deep gasping breaths, your hands grabbing at the sheets clenching tight, tugging at them. I pull you to the end of the bed, keeping my fingers in your bottom. I move your legs wide apart, standing between them, my aching cock throbbing in need, glistening wet with my precum. Resting my hard cock between your legs, I rub your clit with the tip, slowly pulling back I ease my fingers out of your bottom and press my swollen head to your twitching back door. I push in just the head and pause, fingers from one hand lightly rubbing your clit. I hold there, rubbing your clit keeping still in your ass letting you get used to me. After a few seconds you whisper hoarsely "please, now please." Smiling down at you I press forward sliding my cock into your bottom. My eyes open wide, you are incredibly tight, warm, hot, clenching, amazing. Buried completely in your bottom, I again pause, thumbs from both hands are rubbing your clit in little circle one on each side, pressing it rubbing it, pulling it out, pressing up, back twisting it gently. I wait feeling your muscles clenching my cock seeing you eyes close, hearing your moans. I wait holding still waiting till you start to move on me, accepting me, giving me the gift of your wonderful ass. As you begin to move, I do also. Pressing against you as you press to me pulling away slowly when I am deep in you. Slowly our tempo increases, soon I am fucking your eager bottom in earnest, just as your are fucking me. I am intensely turned on, your wonderful orgasms have put every nerve in my body on edge. I cannot hold out for long, I do not want to. My teeth clenched tight I hold out waiting for you, massaging your lovely pussy and clitoris, feeling your arousal rise as mine is. I feel your body tensing, knowing you are close I let myself go. Shoving hard deep into your delectable ass I shudder, my cock and balls throbbing flexing, gasping moaning my eyes tight shut, I cum hard, harder than I have ever before, jet after jet of cum shooting into your bottom. Your moans and gasps are matching mine. We are cumming together, our joys mixing together making each stronger. Keeping my cock in your ass, I move down to lay next to you, snuggling in close behind you, holding you in my arms pulling you tight against me, one leg thrown over yours helping to hold you against me, my hands slowly softly wandering over your body?