A Holiday Meeting -- Part Two

She stood in front of me, her well-preserved body a testament to her own spirit. I think my mouth began to literally water.

"Pull out your Rabbit for me." "Yes, Sir." It was pink and fun to see in her hand. "Lay back and masturbate for me. I want to watch and see how you turn yourself on."

She laid back on the bed. Closing her eyes, she began the self-pleasuring. When she began to moan, I said "Honey, don't you hold back. This is why you are here." As if on cue, she started a louder vocal. "And open your eyes. Look at me. Do NOT take your eyes off me." Obedient. Erotic. She stared at me with a glassy gaze, because now her playing was starting to take her to the heaven that women adore. I kept my clothes on, walking around the bed. Watching her fuck herself. She kept her eyes on me, getting closer to the cum she wanted. I had told her that the entire experience was about her and her orgasm. How much she wanted it and how many she was going to get were two different things...But eventually...

"Yesyesyes...", she murmured quietly and breathlessly. I took off my own clothes and stroked myself to a good erection. The inevitable condom. When she started cumming, I sat down on the bed beside her. "Don't you stop until I tell you to do so, you hear me, little bitch?" Through gritted teeth, she answered "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." And there she orgasmed.

As soon as she started, I yanked the toy away and positioned myself between her legs. I clamped my mouth onto her cunt and let my tongue fly. And I began humming, circling her gorgeous clit with my teeth, so they could vibrate. She immediately screamed "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!" As I drove her crazy with my tongue, my hands went up to her cute, perky breasts. I pinched her nipples. Hard. She reared up in surprise. Hard, forceful, rough.

"OHHHMYGOOOODDDDD!!! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!"

I slapped her hips and kept saying the word "Cum" to her. And she shockingly obliged. She was ready, I give her credit. After a non-stop cum of, oh, thirty seconds or so, I let her go. And besides, I had other plans.

She laid there, her eyes half-closed from the intensity of what she just went through. What a wonderfully tight little pussy...Jesus, it was sweet. I went and got us some orange juice. We relaxed and drank. "You enjoyed that." She quickly smiled. "Damn right I did! I think I've already orgasmed eight or nine times..." As soon as she said that, she realized....But too late.

She wanted to be dominated. I did so. I slapped her tits with both hands coming down on her. "Excuse me?" I said quietly. "I'm sorry, Sir, thank you, Sir." She tried to make amends by reaching out to my cock...which I withdrew from her reach. "Honey, you have to earn this. Do you understand? You want to feel a strong man in you, around you. You want to be properly handled, but you haven't listened..." I bent down and laid beside her, almost spooning. I reached down and grabbed her cunt, putting three fingers in without regard...not normally like me, but the feeling of power in this moment was quite intoxicating. And she gave that to me.

It is my belief that it takes so much more strength to allow yourself to submit to someone sexually than it ever does to simply take them. And this was a strong woman. One who consented to be taken in this way. So I was bound to do so.

I cupped her cunt in my hand, moving my fingers and massaging her clit. And I gently whispered in her ear "Do you want more?" Almost with no voice, she said "Yes, Sir." I shook her cunt. Up and down. Clamping a strong grip on it. There was only one very loud "UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" And it happened again. She began squirting her light ejaculate into my hand. I wouldn't let go and she held onto my arm tightly. The bed was fucking soaked, kids. So much fun. As she recovered, I washed my hands. She was prone and absolutely quiet.

When I came back, I pulled out my flogger. I slammed it down on the bed. She abruptly opened her eyes. Wide. But I surprised her. I gave it to her to examine.
"Go ahead, honey." I said. "Swing it. See how it feels." And she did so. And a giggle came out of her mouth...this was her first flogging...I have experience in that...and she was wanting to enjoy it.

"Grab your dildo." Throwing her bag at her, she rapidly reached in and pulled out a cherry-red dildo of roughly six inches or so. I kept a quiet, even keel in my voice..."Get on your knees. Head down, ass up." "Yes, Sir." With a loving little tattoo on her right cheek. Cute. "Start fucking yourself, honey. Let me handle everything else." And she did. At a fast clip, too. I watched her slam it in and out. I pulled the condom off me, and I then began an easy swing onto her back, so she wouldn't be too shocked. She remembered to show me her excitement through her voice and started getting hot. As she got more excited, I swung my friend down on her harder and faster.

It was very easy to follow her signals. Just as I had hoped, just as I had developed my own outlook on how to use a flogger. And the closer she got to her next cum, the faster and harder I hit her. This all went on for quite a while. And her voice....damn, her voice told me volumes:

"OHHH MY GOD, RON...OHHHH SIR....FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK....UUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!! I LOOOOOVVVVEETHIIISSSS!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!!"

My God, I wish you were there to see. You'd be fucking yourself raw in the chair by the bed, I promise you.

I had flogged her to great success. But now it was my turn. I was sweating and breathing heavily, but I stopped flogging. I again yanked a toy out of her hand and, in the only time I raised my voice, I shouted "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!" And she did so.

And I throatfucked this hot woman. She had a small mouth and her teeth were scraping my cock, but I didn't care. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. When her hair kept slipping out of my hands, I clutched her bitch head and fucked her as hard as I could. She kept gagging and hung in there...a first for me. I kept fucking and shoving and fucking and using her as I wanted.

She loved it. She loved it all. And what a gift this was to give.

I was close to my own cum but I couldn't stand anymore, so I collapsed on the bed. She also was needing a break, but she throated my cock as I laid on my back. I grabbed her head and kept pushing myself into her. Pushing and shoving and, you know me, swearing aa loudly and as gutter-like as I had in me.

FINALLY....I had a great, wonderful yell in me and let my jizz shoot into her. She let it drip out the sides of her mouth, all the while continuing to gag and breathe, gag and breathe. And when I was done, she laid beside me....

After we recovered some, she went for a towel and properly cleaned me, although her sucking was pretty thorough. I gently reached down and pulled her by her hair up to me. I kissed her passionately and said "Damn...you are a good girl!" Her eyes lit up and she said "Thank you, Ron...Thank you, SIR." She had done exactly as she wanted. And as I wanted.

The rest of our time, there was more flogging, especially on her pussy. She couldn't get enough of that. I spanked her and actually bruised her left cheek, but she simply laughed. "I'll say that I fell in the parking lot, if anyone asks." We chuckled. She took every bit of what we had discussed. And a little more, because I had it in me. It was fun. It was all laced with passion and lust and bodily exchange and...

And a new friendship emerged. I look forward to seeing her again. And I couldn't wait to share the whole day with my girls.

Yes. My girls. That's for down the road, friends.

In the meantime...HAPPY NEW YEAR! Come visit anytime. I also look forward to keeping all my friends out here enthralled with my own life. And learning and loving more about all of you.

A Holiday Meeting - Part One

We'd had lunch twice before we met. She was tiny, attractive and "...in real need of a man's company"...her words, not mine. My age, so she had some understanding of my own frame of reference in life. She tracked me down through my profile on a web site. We talked and e-mailed consistently for a good month. She was submissive and ready for some strong attention. And by God, so was I, friend. I was going to enjoy this as long as time would allow.

After our first lunch, she said that next time she would pick up the tab. Didn't ask her to do so, and that was fine with me. The morning of that next lunch, she called me to say that she was really low on funds and wondered what I thought. I said "Well, we can always postpone, if that's what makes you feel right." Then she said the oddest thing. After a pause, she said "You know, a real gentleman would offer to pick up the tab."

Ah. I see. And I'm NOT a real gentleman by not offering to do so.

So I said to her (and I think this is verbatim) "Young lady, a 'real gentleman' sat and listened to you complain last week about your husband... A 'real gentleman' bought lunch, was attentive and respectful, and really liked you and what you were looking for. A 'real gentleman' does not need such an attitude near him!" Calmly, but firmly.

And then I hung up. Never in my life have I hung up on anyone, but that simply grabbed me in the wrong way.

She spent the next week apologizing. Sending me notes on e-mail. Texting on the phone. Now my original impression was that this was a strong woman who wanted to play a submissive role in the bedroom; she was looking for a man to offer her new experiences and to try new things. She tried again to make a lunch date and, to be honest, I held off for a bit. I wasn't at all sure that this would be a positive experience for me. But...in time I did meet her for a second lunch. And she was everything I wanted her to be. It was fun and full of humor and stories and we were there almost two hours. But I also kept my guard up. Just in case.

We made a meeting time at a hotel downtown on the Monday before Christmas. At that second lunch, I shared with her that I would be reinforcing in our fun. All she needed to do was what I asked her to do. Nothing hugely threatening or difficult. I told me that she was going to cum and cum, and anything else was extra. She stared at me and almost under her breath with anticipation said "Really?..." So yes, that sounded fun.

In fact...it was RIGHT. UP. MY. ALLEY.

I told her that she was going to orgasm as much as I could get her to do so, and then some. I wanted to push her limits and exhaust her. And myself at the same time, if it came to it. No arguments, no problems. We established a safe word. We had thoroughly talked out what was going to happen. Since this was comparatively new for her, I wanted her to FEEL safe.

She got off the train and called me. I had some orange juice, fruit and a muffin available. She was nervous and excited on the phone. I told her the room number and in minutes, she was knocking on the door.

"Come on in, honey." She came in with a nervous smile. Put her bag down. Could not stop her nervous chatter. I grabbed her...pulled her to me...kissed her hard, yanking her hair back roughly. When I finished, I looked at her.

I slapped her.

She was slightly surprised, but game. This is what she had asked for. I said to her quietly "Are you going to listen to me this morning?"

Breathlessly..."Yes, Sir."

I said to her "Unbutton this." She reached up and unbuttoned her lovely top. I quickly reached for it, pulled it over her shoulders and held onto it in front, trapping her arms in the process. I grabbed her hair and kissed her again, throwing my tongue hungrily into her mouth. She could not stop moaning in her own lust. I had established the power base. From then on, I steered the ship and she came along willingly and comfortably. And almost orgasmed standing there, she told me later. Easy conversation followed...the exchange of getting to know each other in a different, more intimate, more sexual way. As ordered, she slowly took her clothes off for me as we talked about some of life. People. Her trip in... Finally she was naked...and gorgeous...and mine.

Thus, the morning began...

Faithful Friends....

Orignally this was to be a fun, highly energized post about a Christmas week meeting with a new friend in downtown Chicago. And I will, indeed, get to it. But right now, I just need to share a bit.

These last three, count 'em, three holiday seasons have found me in a kind of mourning. It's just the luck of life's draw, of course, but still it's an exhausting, emotionally debilitating kind of experience to emerge from.

2007 saw the tragic passing of my college roommate at his own hand on Christmas Day. He was in trouble and kept it all to himself. Never married, never told anyone to my knowledge of his mire of pain. I found out in a newspaper. Thankfully I was able to attend services, but it was quite a week.

2008 offered the death of an actor/stage manager friend due to cancer on New Year's Eve. He'd been fighting it for a while, and he showed a lot of balls in the fight. I admire how he handled it to this day.

2009...Christmas Eve morning, to be precise...was a repeat of last year. Another actor friend of mine that I had known for well over 20 years. Same illness as the previous friend. His family withdrew from life to deal with it privately in hospice. Naturally, it had to be respected, but dammit, I surely would have loved to offer a handshake and some kindness. His funeral is tomorrow.

I'm tired. I'm dealing fine, but I do wish that this would stop. I have lots on the horizon to look forward to...changes in my life that will be quite remarkable. But I didn't need the confirmation of tragedy to tell me that these holidays are always challenging in my life. I know I sound a bit immature here, but sometimes... well, sometimes you have to exercise the right to question why...

Twinkling......

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The Harem -- Autumn

“Two-three-FOUR!!!”

The instructor shouted incessantly for all to hear and follow. Autumn dutifully followed suit. It was a Sinatra saloon song “One For My Baby” that flowed through the rehearsal hall. There were twelve dancers in the number, all wanting very much to impress the teacher. She continued her relentless counting and occasional criticizing of students. Autumn, however, seemed impervious to it all. For her, dancing was more than an artistic exploration. There was an inner connection that defied any explaining.

This day, it was a sexual thing….the dancing turned her on. Physically. Emotionally. And her involvement was always more than just personal. It created and emphasized a direct line to her pussy. It had been like that since she was a young girl.

One particular section did it. As the piano moved, as the singer made his plaintive cry, Autumn suddenly stopped. She went down on her knees and hid her face. One of the other women came over and hovered, protecting her from any questioning or comment. Autumn was on her knees, spasming. Jerking inside. Literally orgasming. It was all should could do to stifle her vocal moans. She stayed there for about thirty seconds, as the music and dancing of others continued around her.

The instructor, to her credit, came over and asked “Autumn, are you all right?” Her friend Meg immediately said “She’s okay. She hasn’t eaten today; she warned me about it.” Autumn looked up with flushed, yet dancing eyes. The teacher simply said “You’re done today, honey….” Looking around the class, she said “You’re all done today. Monday, 6:30. Don’t forget your shoes.”

Meg helped Autumn up. “Damn, girl” Meg said quietly. “I wish I could get that to work for me!” They both smiled at each other. Autumn said “Let’s go get a drink.” Meg responded “On me tonight.” “Fine….I’m not arguing this evening. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.” On to Ronnie’s.

As she drove down the street, Autumn was a bundle of different things. Excited and nervous. Exhausted and horny. She’d not been with anyone that she really enjoyed in quite a while. and she enjoyed going out when possible. She certainly didn’t want to be seen as someone desperate, hanging around in bars and waiting…waiting. But Autumn did enjoy Ronnie’s – there was a comfort level there whenever she went in. And after any rehearsal that was as challenging as this one was, blowing off some steam…even if it simply put her to sleep…was welcome. Autumn was one of those souls who was constantly discovering her sexual side, and she wanted fervently to find response to what she was putting out into the cosmos.

The car radio suddenly went to a B. B. King tune, a hot and steamy blues that Autumn simply loved. She heard the beginning of the song and sighed to herself. She rolled the window up and cranked up the music and the air conditioning. Absentmindedly, her hand brushed the nipple of her wonderfully responsive breasts…she was always very blessed that way. The brief wave inside her caused Autumn to grab her breast while driving. And she wasn’t subtle, either. She worked that tit all over, getting the nipple very hard and very big. Through her top, she pinched herself hard and let out a squeal. Then she started laughing. She was waking up. And she pulled her nipple away from her breast, shaking it in the process and cried out “FUCK!!” Meg was following in her own car. No one was around…what was the harm?

The women arrived at the bar and quickly parked under the same tree in the lot, their own safety net. They strolled to the entrance of the bar and, as per the usual, went to the bartender, a friendly sort with a shaved head.

“Autumn! You hot little bitch! HOW ARE YOU?”

Autumn laughed from the gut. “Hello, Ron! Uh…would you please help me with this?” And she pointed at Meg. The bartender took a quick look at Meg and smiled broadly. “Well, well, good evening, young lady!” Meg also laughed and said with slight sarcasm “Ronnie, you are just SO-O-O funny.” Smiling, he reached under the bar and pulled out napkins, snacks, the usual barfly accoutrement. “The quality tonight here has been a little, uh, tolerable. You just raised the bar. So for you two” he said “…this round is on me.”

“Wow…” Autumn said. “What’s the occasion?”

“You came in. That’s good enough for me.” He winked at her slyly and motioned to the back of the bar. “He’s back there this evening.” Both ladies looked around and saw through the medium-sized crowd a man, drinking a glass of wine, reading by himself. Autumn had watched this man in the last week or so and was interested. He kept to himself, though, so she respected the distance. Ron brought Autumn a Tequila Sunrise and Meg a Sierra Nevada. It pays to be a regular….“Okay, honey” the barkeep said. “His name is Mac. He’s a writer and works freelance for the paper. Divorced and pretty quiet. Smart. Just moved into a new condo over in Lakeview.”

“Hey...your neighborhood.” Meg said to Autumn, who smiled inwardly.

“Plus” The bartender smiled. “He’s asked about you, too.” Autumn suddenly got shy. “You’re kidding me, right?” He motioned to him to come up to the bar. The man smiled and walked over. Meg turned into a giggly high school girl. “He’s coming, he’s coming , HE’S COMING!!!”

Everyone turned now to see this appealing man arrive at the stool next to Autumn.

The host did the honors. “Mac, this is Autumn. Autumn, Mac.” Mac took her hand warmly, as Autumn met his gaze fully. This chemistry was immediate and hot. “I’ve seen you in here” Mac said. “I just had to meet you. I hope you don’t mind my being so forward.” Looking at Ron, he said “I’ve been taking lessons here from one of the masters, I think.” Ron smiled. “Son, if you only knew.” Everyone laughed. “Please come join me.” Mac took Autumn’s hand and they went to the back table.

Thank God it was a Friday night. Meg stayed at the bar for a while and eventually made sure that Autumn was all right. Then she left .

Mac and Autumn, both strong people, fell into each other’s company like a hand in a glove. They shared so much in common…movies, music, food. Experiences, both sexual and otherwise. They discovered that they actually lived three blocks apart and after a couple of hours, they left together, hand-in-hand. The bartender smiled inwardly. A job well done…

Autumn invited Mac into her place, which was thankfully free and clear that evening and for the entire weekend. Literally as soon as the door was shut, she locked the door and threw her purse on the floor. She turned Mac around and kissed him fully on the mouth. Mac clutched her hair and drew her head back to get at her gorgeous neck, kissing and biting as he went. Autumn wanted to shower and was conscious of her dance sweat…which turned Mac on so much. “Please….Mac…I need to freshen up….” Mac took her by the waist and said firmly, but gently,

“No…you don’t. This is just right.”

She led him to her bedroom and started taking her clothes off quickly. Mac stopped her for a moment. “Is this new?” he asked, grabbing her dark blue stretch top. “Well, I –“ He didn’t wait, literally tearing it off. It was like a damned romance novel…except that she had it knotted at the waist and it wouldn’t rip any further. They both laughed uproariously. Mac said “I’ll buy you another one tomorrow.” Autumn said “Don’t worry about it. Come on….Let’s just play, you fucker.”

Both being naked now, and Mac not taking any time away from this woman’s body, he threw her on the bed, resuming his wonderous kissing and nibbing. Autumn was eating this up, too. Mac lingered on her round tits, the nipples jutting out proudly and in harsh excitement. Tonight was, indeed, a night when she just wanted to be taken, while still being the resilient sexual being she always was.

Mac worked his way down to her cunt, now ultimately spread open for her pleasure. Her clit was just as flushed and filled as her nipples and he knew what to do. Tonguing….up and down….back and forth…fuck this hot slut….gimme this cunt…he started tonguefucking her, throwing his face into her crotch. Autumn began grunting loudly, just as he wanted her to do. She clutched his head in her hands and began fucking his face, rapidly. And Mac was a champ, staying right with her. She began to feel a buildup to that great place inside and ground herself faster and faster into him. He threw her hands aside. Thrusting up her legs, he then took her hands to hold her legs up. And he dove into her pussy with abandon. He took her clit between his teeth, so they were baring touch her. His tongue circled as fast as he could move it.

Then he started to hum. With this hot woman’s cunt in his mouth, he was humming. A human vibrator. Autumn went crazy with her orgasm. She felt herself literally spasming on his face, the rhythmic throbbing a new sensation to feel, even if she intellectually knew that it happened. And then…..my GOD…

“Ohmygodoooohhhhmyggggoooooddddd!!! WHATAREYOUDOING???? FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!”

He shoved a wet finger into her asshole and fingerfucked it, something she didn’t expect, something she hadn’t really felt much of in other lovers…but it intensified the orgasm even more. She screamed in alternating delight and slight pain, even as her cum helped her relax into it…This was a man who wanted her to know that her needs were important to him. She recognized it and was highly thankful.

After her cum, Autumn turned over for a moment. She absentmindedly reached over and opened the drawer to her nightstand. And Mac saw her paddle. He took her hand. He crawled up to gently lay on top of her. He whispered in her ear “Do you want this?” She joyfully nodded, her eyes closed, her nirvana still upon her. They both laid there for a bit, feeling each other physically, Mac grinding his cock into her buttcheek.

The sheet then was pulled to expose Autumn’s ass and legs, where Mac moved down the bed to work and tease his cock with an expert touch, barely grazing the back of her knee. Up to her thigh, taking himself and slapping her thigh with his dick. It felt heavy and absolutely wonderful to Autumn. Fuck, she thought, why doesn’t this happen every damned day??? She started grinding her pussy into the hand that she had slipped under her…what a fucking turn-on this was. Mac lingered a little on her ass, giving all kinds of attention to its appealing firmness and almost valentine look. Then the tease stopped. He grabbed the paddle from the nightstand and reached under her in one smooth and swift motion. Autumn automatically moved her ass up to meet him, starting to masturbate furiously, knowing what was ahead. He softly rubbed both her cheeks and then…

THWAAAAAACCCKKK!!! Down came the paddle onto her ass. She knew it was coming and still squealed with lustful delight.

THWAAAAAACCCCKKK!!! On the other cheek it came, and the same squeal out of her hot mouth. Autumn continued to fuck herself with three fingers. She was getting her favorite toy done to her in a way that she just lapped up. This really WAS a special moment….or was turning out to be so….Mac yanked the sheet all the way off her and began to steadily use the paddle on one of the most gorgeous asses he’s ever seen. “THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT, AUTUMN!!!” he said out loud, speaking to her and not really directing it at her, but to the experience. And it continued.

THWAAAACCCCKK!!! In rotating cheeks.

THWAAACCCCKKK!!! THWAAACCCKKKK!!!! THWAAACCCCKKK!!! And Autumn could not get enough. She didn’t pull this toy out often. But this time…oh fuck yes….

THWAAAACCCKKKK!!! Again and again. And the closer she got to orgasm, the faster and harder he swung…which only added to the intensity of the sex. Finally, as she was about ready to orgasm, Mac threw the paddle out of his hands and brusquely shoved his cock into her cunt, nearly trapping Autumn’s fingers in the process. “JESUS!!!” she cried, almost losing her breath, but quickly recovering. She was so fucking drenched. And he was so ready for this fucking bitch under him.

The lust now took over. She used language she never thought she had…and spoke to a man who was attending to her every whim:

“Ohfuckyes…fuckyes…FUCKYES…MYGODTHISISSOOOOWONDERFUUUULLL!”

Mac began fucking her hard. And fast. It was as if the man had changed personality in a moment’s notice. Autumn wrapped her arms around her pillow and they quickly found a rhythm. He fucked her with a stream of dirty language that turned her more red than the ass flush she felt. And she absolutely loved it all…

“GODYOUARE AHOTFUCKING LITTLE BITCH…OH FUCK YES, WHAT A NICE SMOOTHFUCK YOU ARE…GODDAMN YOU...LOVELOVE THIS LITTLE CUNT!”

He pumped Autumn like a monster and started unconsciously digging her hips with his fingers. And he wasn’t holding back a thing. Neither was Autumn, who kept stabbing at her clit as she was being almost savagely fucked. She was so hot, she began to cry. The release was coming at last, and it touched her in a place inside that was being filled after so long a dry spell. Her own words now matched Mac’s, and she was now an absolute whore, if just for this moment…

“JESUSMACFUCKMEFUCKME!! FUCKMEOOOOOOHHHHDON’TSTOP!!PLEEEEAASEDON’TSTOP!! OHHHHHHGGOOOODDDDDD!!!!”

And as she started cumming again, the sounds of slapping torso and the feelings of her red, slapped ass began to merge together. Fuckfuckfuck, she heard from the back as Mac, now with a totally different look on her face, let his eyes sink into the back of his head as his own orgasm began. Mac shot his load inside, spasming violently, letting out a huge Tarzan-type yell. And there the two of them went. Down the road of lust, arriving at the same destination at the same time. It was heaven for both of them. Just heaven…

They recovered slowly. Curled up in a spooning place. Autumn sunk back into Mac, her cunt sopping with her own juice and Mac’s cum…Mac draped peacefully behind her, her hand cupping her full breast. “Mac, my ass is tingly.” Mac chuckled quietly. “Well…isn’t that what you wanted?”

Oh, hell yes…:)

Ronjazz and Aurore -- Fun in the Night!

I’d admit that I'd been after this woman. Something about this young, hot bitch that just did it for me. She knew it, too, and even in her submissive nature, she just might have been playing a little game. Fine. All I knew was that we shared similar outlooks on life and love and sex. After going back and forth for a long time, I finally, finally corralled her into listening to me. And doing for me as I tell her. I sent a note telling her that I would soon be in her neighborhood. She was to meet me in the large, empty parking lot down the street from her…yes, I easily found her home….She was to dress appropriately – a skirt that offered easy access and some fuck-me heels were all I needed – and to make herself available to me in any way I ordered.

I think I surprised her a bit, don’t you?

I made her wait for a while, but eventually I pulled up in my rental car. She did exactly as she was told to do…a specific pole with no light, under which we would both park, lights on and facing each other. A gorgeous woman, even as she protested that she didn’t know so. Part of my own tact in dominance is in making sure that you, woman, know that you are appreciated…and hot…and fuckable….and thus ready for my attention.

She stood there facing the pole as I told her, arms around it, waiting. Waiting. She properly followed instructions in saying to me “Please, Sir. Beat me as you want to beat me. Use me hard, Sir. I can’t wait!” Hot little slut. So I grabbed a wrist from behind, pushing myself against her in a strong, using kind of way…She shoved her hot ass back to me. When I finished tying her around the light pole, I reached down and pulled her skirt up and SMAAAAAACCCCKKKED her as hard as I could.

“You give me this ass when you are TOLD to, honey!” Just playing games with her. She abruptly replied “Yes, Sir.” I grabbed her thick, wonderful hair and pulled her face back from the pole. I said to her quietly and firmly “You are mine for the next few minutes. You will enjoy yourself, I am sure. But you do NOTHING without me doing it to you. You understand?” “Yes, Sir” came the meek, but obedient reply.

She was nervous, of course. I still hadn’t allowed her to see me yet; her eyes were shut tightly and her body was waiting. I said to her “A sundress. Nice touch. You know how to please a man.” With that, I slowly untied the straps from her shoulders and let them fall. I held the dress in place and rubbed her fucking ass…God, it was beautiful. And creamy. And mine. She deeply enjoyed, I know, the attention on her asscheeks. I made her suck my fingers wet and I brusquely shoved the middle one up into her. She lost her breath and wanted to cry out…and knew that she shouldn’t.

I smiled….”Good girl.” Then I pulled out my finger and yanked her dress down away from her body. There she was…naked in the stark carlights. Breasts crushed against the cold metal of the pole. I immediately slapped her ass a dozen times or so. As HARD and as FAST as I could do it. Quickly I rubbed her ass in comfort as I reached around for her drenched pussy, as it sucks in three fingers like a mouth to a straw….Fuck yes…she LOVED this attention, even as her voice began to shake. “You do love this; I can tell.” Breathless, she replied “Oh Goddamn, yes SIR!” I kicked her legs farther apart, because I wanted to see as much of my hand inside this bitch as I could. She responded…well, remarkably. Yes, she cried out….and tears were almost on her tongue by this time. But she dutifully took all four of my fingers into her juicy cunt. Which I then took fully into my hand and began physically shaking her torso all around. Again, as hard and as fast as I could…and I freely admit it….I LOVED THIS.

Resumed the spanking. I kept at her ass for a while. Then I started slapping her lower back and moved upward. This provoked some loud vocal reaction, but no protest. And my God, she wanted it all. The pain, the pleasure, the mix, the crying out. ..I paused, breathing heavily, I admit. I whispered to her “Don’t you dare move.” Went to the car and got a buffalo flogger that I had just purchased. I swung it onto the carseat, so she could hear it. She turned her head in response, but said nothing. Keep in mind that she still has not seen my face.

I came back behind her and again whispered in her ear “Stay where you are.” I rapidly flogged her thighs, her calves in a back-and-forth motion. Not as hard in the beginning. But as I increased the speed and the strength on her, I moved to her back. And her ass…damn, I loved beating that ass….And from her lips, a pained voice filled with tears…wanting, desiring tears…

“MORE!!! YES!!! HARDER!!! FASTER!!! MORE!!! OOOOHHHHH!!!”

I used her as a whipping post by this time, and she couldn’t move. Nor did she want to. She reached a place in her of constant moaning in a steady pitch, only breathing when she had run out of air. And that made me fucking rock-hard. I threw my flogger toward the car. Unzipped my pants as fast as I could. Physically bent her body, so her pussy was right there for the fucking. Shoved my cock in quickly and rode her cunt. However and wherever I wanted. And she hung right in there with me. In the midst of her own painful ambrosia, I heard her yell out loud :

“FUUUUCK ME YOUFUCCCKKER!!! GODDDAAAMMNN, I AM CUUUUMMMING ALLLLLLOOOOVVVVERRYOU!!!!”

That did it. I shoved her into the light post painfully and shot my cum. Her cunt, her ass, everywhere on her body. And she absolutely ate it up…..

I stood there as she stood there…two people in lustful recovery….When we got ourselves back a bit, I reached from behind her….Undid the Shibari…She turned ever-so-slowly and saw me…We smiled. We put our arms around each other.

“Hello Ron” “Aurore, honey….how are you? You okay?”