Mark: Fuck, your tits are awesome. Touch them for me. Mmm, gawd. Tug your nipples hard now.

Mark: I want to fuck those perfect tits. Watch you lick at the head of my hard cock when I thrust up toward your face.

Sexy: I want to suck your cock. Make me gag with it.

Mark: I’d fuck your mouth just like your pussy.

Sexy: Stick it down my throat and cum.

Mark: Watch you choke with my whole cock in your mouth and down your throat. Pump my cum down your throat.

Sexy: Mmmmm I want your cum.

Mark: I want to give it to you. I’d love to give you my cock. Cum all over your face and tits.

Sexy: I’d lick it up and spread it on my tits.

Mark: Mmmm, I’d suck your hard nipples afterward.

Sexy: I’d let you fuck me in the ass.

Mark: Gawd, I’d love that. I love how you love sex.

Sexy: You’d only last 5 seconds in my tight ass.

Mark: I’d make you cum first. Make my naughty little slut cum with my hard cock up her ass. Imagine your rabbit is my cock and show me how you’d fuck me, Lindsey.

Mark: Mmmmm, you are sooooo hot. I want to fuck you right now.

Mark: I’d also fuck your tight shaved pussy. Hard from behind, spank your ass, pull your head back by your hair. Fill that hot pussy with cum.

Mark: Then I’d put you on your back and open your legs wide and lick your sloppy hot pussy babe.

Sexy: Oh fuck, I’d love that. I want you to lick your cum out of my pussy.

Mark: Look how hard you’ve made my cock. Fuck.

Sexy: Call me. 503 999 9999. I need you.

Thursdays had always been a great day for Mark. Not only was Thursday just one day from declaring another weekend, Mark had for years made them a workout night…a trail run with friends followed by cold beers at the locals pub. Generally home by 8 pm with a good buzz, Mark spent the remainder of the evening with his family. Perhaps the beers and the buzz were what led to the latest evolution of his tradition, cruising pornographic internet sites after his family turned in for the evening. His dabbling first consisted only of looking at pictures. He was amazed at the amount of porn readily available on the internet…literally anything and everything one might be interested in. While his interests were initially restricted to free sites where he could check out pictures and video clips, he soon stumbled onto chat rooms.

Mark is a fairly conservative guy and the chat rooms were more than he could initially comprehend. So many people typing real time to one another, at times inviting another to a private chat…it was very exciting to Mark to enter this “secret world.” Mark soon realized the benefits in creating a secondary, secret email and IM address so that his new chat friends could contact him in a manner he could easily conceal from his wife. Mark wondered how often he was really playing with a sexy woman, rather than an unattractive woman or even worse a man posing as a woman. Nonetheless, the chat rooms were a great outlet to explore sexual fantasies and tendencies that he sensed, or even knew, his wife would not be comfortable with.

Over the course of four or five years, Mark developed “online” relationships with three or four women. The relationships were all similar—they were limited primarily to online chat. They all were very exciting to Mark, he came countless times during those chats, but began to want more. Mark’s most recent playmate prior to Lindsey was “Cutiepie” from Ohio. Cutiepie was the first to convince Mark to connect with her telephonically, rather than only by keyboard.

Voice chat was a new dynamic that rekindled that crazy electricity within Mark–such an exciting, risky play. Cutiepie had a very sexy voice and an equally sexy mind. Cutiepie definitely had her own needs and sexual tendencies…one of her biggest turn ons was having her wrists ducttaped to a balcony and fucked hard from behind. She liked being used. But she was always attentive to Mark’s needs as well. They made each other cum hard during their conversations and equally enjoyed their time together.

Mark received a webcam from family for Christmas and quickly put it to a use for which it was not intended. Cutiepie was the first to watch Mark, at least below the shoulders, on web cam. Mark’s activities with Cutiepie had evolved to voice and video chat via Yahoo IM, all while his family slept just one floor above his head. Had his wife only known he was sitting in the home office nearly directly below her, stripped naked, stroking his hard cock as he talked so crudely and sexually to his online friend. Those conversations inevitably ended with his standing, positioning the camera to capture the full length of his cock, as he stroked it and came a massive pool of hot cum onto the smooth wood surface of the desk.

Mark was disappointed that Cutiepie never reciprocated by showing herself on camera and slowly their online relationship weakened. Mark was interested in the next level…finding a chat friend who was comfortable in front of a webcam just as he had become. He stumbled across a webcam site and decided to subscribe for three months, using his company credit card so that his wife wouldn’t see the charge. It was a fateful decision because it is where he met Lindsey.


Sexy: Hiiiiiii. I’m so glad you called. You made me so fucking horny. I need to hear you cum.

Mark: I think we feed off each other. My cock is throbbing. I want to put it in you for real, right now. I want to fuck you hard.

Sexy: Fuck me hard with it. Make me your slut.

Mark: I want to make you lick your pussy juices off my hard cock, then slide it down your throat.


Mark: You like tasting your cum don’t you?

Sexy: mmmmmm, yessssss.

Mark: Taste it for me right now. Suck your cum off your fingers.

Sexy: mmmmm…

Mark: I want to fuck you right now. For real.

Sexy: Fuck me in my ass.

Mark: I would love to fuck your tight ass. I’d fill your ass with my hot cum babe. You’d feel it oozing out of you.

Sexy: I came earlier while you watched me with my rabbit in my ass. I was thinking it was you.

Mark: You know I’d love to feel my cock in your ass.

Sexy: No one has ever licked their cum out of my pussy. I’d make you do that after you fucked me. Just pull your face up between my legs and make you lick my pussy.

Mark: I’d love to lick your sloppy wet, hot, puffy pussy just after you’ve been fucked.

Sexy: I want you. I wish you were here with me right now.

Mark: Gawd, so do I. I’ve had so much fun with you this way, I want you for real.

Sexy: So do I. I’d let you do anything you want with me.

Mark: I want to do everything with you. Make you my naughty little whore. Tie you up. Spank your ass. Pull your nipples. Cum all over you.

Sexy: I’d let you. I’d let you cum anywhere you want.

Mark: Are you rubbing that smooth pussy for me right now?

Sexy: Yesssss.

Mark: How does it feel?

Sexy: So fucking hot. I want you to fuck it. I want you to lick it.

Mark: Do you want to be my kinky little slut?

Sexy: Fuckkkk yessss.

Mark: I’d like to squirt my cum all over your face and hair.

Sexy: Dooooo it….cum all over me. I want to hear you cum now.

Mark: I’m standing in front of you, stroking my hard cock. Looking down at you, on your knees, your mouth open, tongue wagging and begging for my hot cum.

Sexy: Fuck yes. Doooo it…cum all over my face.

With that, Mark groaned loudly into the phone as his hot jism rose through his hard cock and spewed all over, covering his stomach and chest as he lay on his back. Cum continued to leak out of the tip of his cock, covering his hand as he continued to grip his rod and slowly stroke it.

Mark: Damn Lindsey. You turn me on so much. I would love to be with you right now.

Sexy: Do it. Come see me.

Mark: What if I came to Oregon. Would you meet me for real?

Sexy: It doesn’t matter. We both know it would never happen.

Mark: Why not? If I can find a business reason to travel there it could happen.

Sexy: It won’t. You’re married, I’m married. You have kids, I have kids. We both have our lives. This is fun but that’s all it will ever be.

Mark: Look, I’ve never cheated, not even close. You’re the only person I’ve ever suggested this with.

Sexy: It’s hard for me. My husband is gone for months at a time. I don’t want to fuck either of our lives up. I have almost cheated while out dancing with my friends. I let a guy finger me while we danced. That was it.

Mark: Wow, for real? I love your appetite for sex babe.

Sexy: I do love to fuck. I must be part man. I think about fucking all the time. I had a short skirt on with no panties. I go without panties a lot.

Mark: You’re making me hard again.

Mark was completely taken by Lindsey, aka Sexy on the webcam site. She was first and foremost, very beautiful. Twelve years younger than him, she had medium length blonde hair, an infectious smile, perfect tits, and a very nice body to complete the package. She was very outgoing and playful with a great, dry sense of humor, and a massive appetite for sex. And not just sex…kinky, imaginative, wild sex. However, over the two or so years they had met online, they would talk not just about sex, but politics, culture, religion, economy and more. They genuinely clicked and their relationship had evolved from simple chat acquaintances to true friends. Mark knew that she was in a graduate study program, that her husband was in the military. It was very difficult for her to raise her children and study, almost as a single parent. The web site was a late night outlet for her, much like it was for Mark. Sex made her relax.

Mark: So you didn’t fuck him?

Sexy: No, I might have but my girlfriends rescued me.

Mark: I would have just taken you to the men’s room and fucked you before they had a chance to stop you.

Sexy: And have other men watch me fuck and suck you.

Mark: Would you want to be watched? Have them watch you be slutty for me?

Sexy: Fuckkkk yesssss.

Mark: I need to come to Oregon.

Sexy: We would go to a dark restaurant first. Get a booth, and let you finger me under the table. I’d rub your cock too.

Mark: I’d make you cum at the table. You’d have to bite your lip not to moan out loud. Then after dinner and drinks we would go to an adult store and get toys.

Mark: Then we’d go to my hotel room and play out all the things we’ve talked about together.

Sexy: I would meet you if you came to Oregon. But that’s all I can promise.

(In Chapter Two, Mark and Lindsey will meet for the first time)

A date with a Rose.

I had no choice but to wear the electronic control harness to bed and pack my overnight bag for work. I was relieved today that no one had questioned me.

The transdermal patches under the straps of the harness were itching. My dreams were of Genie and her smart phone. She was shoving it into my mouth like it was a bar of soap. I was sinking into the ground and growing like a plant into a giant blue wobbly dildo.

I was awake for 20 minutes or so before I realized I was awake. Whatever was in the drug patches strapped to me had me in a haze. I skipped breakfast as I was very late.

My morning wood lasted all day as my mind slipped in and out of a confusing erotic dream state. Obsessed with Genie… I couldn’t remember what she looked like. I remember the feeling of looking at her… the thrill of sneaking a gimps of cleavage or admiring her silhouette but what did she look like? My mind swirled.

I didn’t give a thought to “Ms Rose” or what I was supposed to be doing on the “week long assignment”. I was warm and had to constantly fight the comforting feeling of rubbing my crotch. I gave the students a movie day… there was no way I was up for IELTS today.

I ducked into the bathroom at lunch and stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do. I wanted to masturbate but felt like it was cheating on Genie if I did. I walked in and out of the bathroom two more times, my hard on rubbing uncomfortably on my trousers.

Iesha, a nerdy Teacher I often spoke with came over. She is a little too thin and has a very angular face and messy mousy hair. We have never socialized outside of work and usually only talked about admin issues. She is the head Teacher but Director of studies is in idiot and insists on doing everything so she gets paid extra for nothing… ok what I mean is she and I aren’t, Um… we joke flirted a few times but I just assumed she was seeing someone or gay or asexual… she is quite fit and has a good body, even if she never wears makeup and always wears cheap badly fitting t-shirt dresses and hippie scarves…


Iesha took my hand and led me back into the bathroom. I followed feeling grateful for the direction and she led me to the sink, the warmth of her hand felt really nice. In a fluid action she slipped off her pink cotton g string and sat on the sink facing me. All the while holding my hand. She really is surprising athletic.

On the table that holds the sink in our unisex bathroom Iesha firmly but carefully grasped the top of my head and thrust it between her legs. The aroma was very strong but I really wanted to kiss it. I kissed gently and Iesha made a sound like a sheep.

I kissed it again… with a little tongue… Iesha pushed on my head hard with a breathy:


I tried to answer but my face and mouth were mashed into her pubic hair and very full lips. For some reason I though about oysters at this point… so she made some more sheep-like but very encouraging noises before pulling my hair and sliding me up under her dress.

My head trapped under her stretchy cotton dress, pressing my face into her freckly milky pale skin. I was kissing her slender and muscular breasts and she said something I didn’t catch.

“Am I beautiful?”

I think was the question… I was nodding but I guess she didn’t notice.

Iesha grabbed hold of my balls and gave them a hard squeeze:

“Say it!”

She said with authority but in a half whisper. I guess she was thinking about someone walking in on us…

I said:

“You are perfect.”

Iesha taking the hair on the back of my head jamming my face between her legs again. I started to kiss it… but was too slow. She came in my face soaking me as she ground my face into her with another long bleat.

It was so hot. Literally too I guess, because I felt the cold air hit my face and snap me out of the mini day dream I had fallen into. I have no idea how long I was down there… but when she released my head and I came up for air I was very aroused. OK, so before I had been floating along with a kind of sleepy-warm-all-day-morning-wood thing but now I was very keen for it. My cock pressing mercilessly against my trousers like a torch in my pocket.

Iesha… or is it Aisha? Anyway Iesha (Eye-ee-sha) lifted up her lean slightly muscular leg and stepped on my shoulder. I wanted to suck on that leg but she put her other foot on my other shoulder and I heard paper rustle.

Iesha – now it’s bugging me… it’s probably “Aisha” but we didn’t communicate other than idle Teachers room chat — usually in a group of three or more… I don’t work there anymore so I guess it doesn’t matter, she knows who she is.

I get a ball of paper towel in my face her feet force me down kneeling into a ball, a human step stool, as she slips off the sink table and walks out.

Once again I was in the bathroom *really* wanting to toss off and conflicted about it being cheating. I was still balled up on the floor when sounds out side the door snapped me back to reality.

I noticed Iesha had left her little pink panties on the floor and I snatched them up and put them in my pocket. I picked up the paper towel and almost left. The itchy feeling on my face reminding me I had Iesha’s cum all over it.

I washed my face and straightened up. I was late to class but no one seemed to care.

After work I checked my phone but didn’t see any instructions. I sent a text and waited at my desk. I got a short shock from the collar and a text.

“Not polite enough”

The first time she had punished me without watching felt very serious.

I send the same text with “please” and “thank you” and “may I” everywhere I could think of and got a text back with an address. I could feel the drugs in the patch making more submissive. I really felt guilty at being rude to Genie my “controller”.

The address was in the city six or seven blocks from where I work so I walked. It was a back ally with no entrances just a dumpster and a recycling wheelie bin.

After about 30 min I got a text “Get in the bin.” I looked around but didn’t see anyone. I got a shock from my collar again and jumped into the recycling bin.

I got another text “Duck down and close the lid.”

I did.

I didn’t hear anyone walk up over the traffic noise but saw through the yellow lid a shadow of a hand on top and then heard the click of a pad lock. I called out but my collar was on “Bark control” again so the shock cut out my speech.

We rumbled along for a minute or so. I felt the bin tip up then over on the side then up side down and on the side again and heard the hatch back close. The drugs in the patches strapped to me were making me very spacey.

After we moved off in the car I forgot for a moment how I got inside a bin, upside down in the back of a car… had a panic attack and remembered I was the -human robot project M3-. I felt like I was tumbling over and over as the car drove along.

When we stopped there was a short pause before the hatch back opened. I yelled as I got a shock from my collar and I heard a stifled laugh.

The recycling bin opened and a very bright light shone in from a dark garage. I felt a pillow case over my head and I was led out by the hand.

A woman’s voice said:

“Take of your clothes.”

I did down to my boxers. And the woman said “Take the bin out of the car and follow me” I fumbled around blindly and slid the bin out and put it on its wheels. I felt a hand on my crotch and heard the door open.

I was led out by my balls and steered up a path and told to leave the bin and the Lady let go of my balls.

“My name is Rose. You may address me as m’Lady.”

I felt a squeeze and a little twist of my balls and I yelped “Yes m’Lady!”

She continued “Follow me into the house.”

…and walked off. I tried to take off the hood but it was tied on somehow. I heard a distant “Come along now.”

And I walked carefully in the direction I thought she went. I got a little closer and sped up a little. I walked into a rose bush and scratched my legs and cut my fingers.

“Stupid, boy!” I felt a shock from my collar and cut my self more trying to get out of the bushes.

After that I got a “left, right, 2 steps up…” into the house.

Rose grabbed my balls again and led me through a few rooms. Rose said, “Call your work, you have been in a bicycle accident and won’t be in for the next four or five days.”

I heard the door close and searched around the room for the phone. I found it and tried to remember the phone number layout — was it 1 at the top left or top right? I guessed wrong and felt a hand on my hang up the phone.

“Too stupid to dial a phone, hmm, lucky I’m here aren’t you.”

There was a short pause and I said “Yes m’Lady.”

Rose said “Good — but I want to see a bow when you address me.”

I bowed.

I heard the buttons on my mobile being presses and she must have taken my cell to get my work number. I heard her Dial, wait and say.

Hello… is this the ESL department?… … This is Head nurse in charge of C ward at Bankstown hospital, one of your tutors has been in a bicycle accident… …no, no nothing like that he tripped over a little girls tricycle or some such thing, the doctor has decided to keep him in for observation and a brain scan tomorrow… … I’m sure they won’t find anything, but he won’t be in for the rest of the week… … I’ll give you the direct number if you want to speak o him.”

Rose put my hands over my ears and ended the call. I felt something cold on my hip. Rose cut off my boxers with scissors. She said “follow me” and walked off. I felt along the wall and followed the soft sound of her walking. The thin pillow case on my head was making me feel extremely vulnerable, but now completely naked in a strange woman’s home was surreal, every step a flood of adrenaline.

We went into the bathroom and she said

“arms up”.

My wrists were bound above my head and I felt something cold on my legs It was disinfectant and I gasped as it burned in my cuts.

“All done, now lets test out this harness of yours.” Said rose.

A few seconds went by and I felt a buzzing. I could feel my hard on grow and stretch and feel like it was going to burst.

“Hmmm” said Rose.

Next I felt the pulse — I started uncontrollably thrusting like a fish in air. I could feel and ejaculation coming quickly the electrical current forcing it out of me.

“Oh.” I heard from Rose then the current stopped.

Rose left and I heard the bathroom door close. I felt the electricity from the harness buzz through my limbs. I went completely limp and hung from my wrists. Rose came back into the bathroom and removed the hood from my head. My eyes dazzled by the pink light from the bathroom.

She stood behind me and put some swimming goggles on me. They were tinted blue. Once on I could see the outlines of the room. The tint was very dark, I couldn’t see more than about a meter. She said, “It would be a mistake to remove these.” And released the electrical current numbing my limbs. Handing me a pink blackberry she said

“Type up your report for Genie”

With one hand cut free I struggled to thumb in the last 24 hours or so.

Ms Rose sat on a stool or something and watched me dangle and struggle to type before asking me to return the blackberry mentioning that I would receive one strike of the cane for each spelling or punctuation error.

To be continued…

This story is related to my story “The Beginning” but was written entirely by me. The characters are the same, but this tale is not a cyber chat…it is a fantasy that I wrote from the desire to meet my internet lover in real life. Enjoy, and any feedback you may have is, as always, welcome and appreciated. J


Stretching her arms above her head to relieve the kinks that had developed in her muscles the last few hours of sitting at her computer working, she sighed happily. Taking the time to reread the message she had saved last week and had displayed on the computer screen once more before shutting down her computer for the night, she felt a thrill of anticipation rush through her, flooding her insides with warmth.

Master8: I think we should meet…I need to hold you in my arms, I can’t wait any longer.

Seduzione: I know what you mean….I want you so much…this longing just won’t go away. But when?

Master8: Friday.

Seduzione: But …surely that’s to soon for you to travel all this way?

Master8: I already bought the ticket. I’ll arrive Thursday night, that should give me sufficient time to recover from the plane ride and be at your door at 8pm Friday.

Seduzione: But…wow…I can’t believe I’m finally going to be able to touch you…

Master8: And I you, my sweet. Until then, I must bid you adieu, I have much preparation to do before I come to you.

Seduzione: I count the days…goodbye for now.

Master8: Oh…one more thing luv…

Seduzione: Wha…huh…yes darling?

Master8: I’m bringing the blindfold.

The week was the time had finally come. She was going to meet the man she’d been having an internet affair with for weeks. As the clock struck midnight, she realized it was now Friday, and she’d be meeting her internet lover in 20 hours…and that she still had to sleep so as to prepare for the night ahead, which she had a feeling would last a long, long while.

Laying in bed a short while later, she suddenly remembered his parting line, “I’m bringing the blindfold,” hinting that maybe tonight she’d finally have her long time fantasy fulfilled. Somehow, she managed to fall asleep, even with those thoughts rushing through her mind.


She met him in a games chat room. He referenced her favorite game in the chat, and she messaged him to strike up a conversation about that game. Soon, however, she found out that he was more than just a fellow gamer. He was sweet, funny, and an old-school romantic…in other words, her ideal guy. However, he also had a bit of a naughty side, just like she did. She discovered this one night when he made a slightly naughty innuendo based on something she had said…and she laughed it off and retaliated in kind, which opened up whole new doors of communication between them.

They became quite close…flirting outrageously, sharing secrets. One of these secrets was a mutual interest in erotic fiction, to which both confessed to having written a bit in the past. This conversation led to a very interesting end, but that is another story entirely.

Over the next few weeks after the first story was written together, the two continued to try to push each other’s buttons in all the ways they possibly could over the internet. She took and emailed naughty pictures of her to him…he continued to say little things that made her heart flutter madly. And eventually the day came when they started voice chatting with one another…talking about each other’s thoughts, desires, lives. But also, when the conversations took a more intimate turn, they each encouraged the other’s desire with words and sounds of pleasure, finding their fulfillment alone, but together.

The two lovers longed for the day when their online romance could be taken into the realm of the real world, but neither was sure when or if it would ever be possible. After all, there was one small problem.

He lived in Australia.

She lived in the United States.

But now, it appeared that they would finally get their chance to meet…and to see if their chemistry in real life was anything like it was via the internet.


Arching like a cat and letting out a soft sigh of contentment, she opened her eyes to the light of the day, looking to her left at the clock on her nightstand.

“Oh my god, it’s noon already! I have so much I have to do before tonight!” Throwing back the covers, she slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a bath before she started to get things ready for that night.

Turning on the tap and adjusting the temperature, she removed her nightgown, stopping to look into the mirror as she did so. Slipping her hands up, she cupped her 38C breasts in her hands, pinching the nipples slightly and feeling herself grow moist between the legs at the sensation it caused. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and everything was more sensitized than normal since she hadn’t touched herself intimately in 2 days in preparation for this night. Buckling down to business, she pushed her panties off her hips and stepped into the hot bath, relaxing in the heated water.

Reaching for her razor, she shaved her legs smooth, before reaching for the shave gel again with a wicked grin. Lathering herself up, she then proceeded to remove every trace of hair from her most intimate place, rinsing off and stroking herself intimately to make sure she had not missed any. Feeling herself getting hotter, she stopped what she was doing reluctantly and climbed out of her bath. Drying herself, she wrapped her body in her satin robe and headed downstairs to gather the things she would want for tonight.

Arranging the candles around the room and placing the pile of satin scarves in her bedside table, along with a few other items intended to make the night more enjoyable, she glanced at the clock again. Realizing that she needed to get her makeup and hair done, as well as pick an outfit still, she decided she better stop taking her time, since she had less than 3 hours till he was due to arrive on her doorstep.

When she was done brushing and curling her hair slightly and putting on a bit of light blush, eye makeup, and lipstick, she turned to her closet to peruse the contents. After standing there for several minutes, she picked her sexiest black dress from the closet. The dress was spaghetti strapped, and was backless except for a 2 inch strap that stretched across her back just below the crease of her arms, which left her entire back and the tattoo that resided on the lower portion of it visible. It had a slightly flared skirt that ended a few inches above her knee, concealing almost all…unless she moved just a bit too fast and caused it to flare up, which it would do very easily and expose all. The dresses tight top pressed her breasts up, showing an ample amount of her cleavage in a sexy but tasteful way.

“Yes,” she thought. “This will do nicely.” Selecting her favorite pair of black lace panties from her drawer and slipping them on, then rolling her stockings up her legs and attaching her black garter belt, she then slipped the dress up her legs, pulling it into place and adjusting her breasts till she was satisfied with the result. With one last look at the clock telling her that her dream guy was due to arrive in 20 minutes, she started lighting the candles she had spread around the bedroom.

Just as she lit the last one, the doorbell rang downstairs. “Here goes nothing.” She slipped on her black heels and headed down the stairs, smoothing her dress once more before opening the door, smiling, to greet the man she felt like she’d waited her whole life for.


They stood there for several minutes as they laid eyes upon one another for the first time. She took in his handsome face, the way his hair fell against his ears and forehead and the look in his eyes as he gazed at her. He was wearing dark pants and a jacket, with a blue shirt underneath, a few buttons of his collar undone which made his ensemble more casual sexy than stuffy and dressy.

He eyed her from the top of her soft brown hair and her adorable bow-shaped lips, all the way down her body, his eyes lingering on the way her chest pressed against her dress, and how her legs looked so curvy and sexy encased in those stockings and high heels.

“G’day, mate,” he said in greeting, knowing how his accent and those words had affected her in the past in their voice conversations.

She felt her knees weaken a bit as she heard him speak. “Hullo there. Can I help you with something?” she retaliated cheekily, grinning at him.

They reached for each other at the same time, wrapping themselves in a tight, warm hug like the kind you would give a long-lost loved one. Soon, however, they couldn’t resist the temptation, and their lips met, softly at first but with growing passion. Backing up inside, she pulled him with her, and he pushed the door shut as he pinned her to it, as their tongues dueled in their mouths. Her hands were going crazy, stroking over his back and his shoulders as he tilted her head to the side and kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders and let his hands roam over her back and hips.

Breaking away from his kisses with much effort, she took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom, which was aglow with candlelight, before reaching for him again. Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, groaning slightly into his mouth as his hands reached under her skirt to squeeze her behind gently through her panties.

His hands slipped up her back, then began slowly stroking up and down her sides, drawing closer and closer to her breasts with each pass until his fingers were brushing up against them…at which point he cupped them in his hands and stroked his thumbs across her hard nipples, causing her to gasp and press her hips more tightly against his as she felt herself starting to get wet already at his attentions.

Kissing a wet trail down her neck and shoulder, he kissed the cleavage that was exposed by her dress, all the while pinching and rolling her nipples with his fingers through the fabric of her dress as he stroked her breasts. Nudging her straps down her arms with his lips, he gently pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Looking up at her and finding himself looking into her eyes as she watched his every move, he leaned forward and caught one nipple in between his lips, sucking it into his hot mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

She couldn’t take the onslaught of sensation: her knees buckled beneath her and she had to lean heavily against him. Never stopping his attentions, he guided her to the bed and lay her back on it, stroking her chest with one hand as his other hand pulled down on her dress until it was sliding off of her hips, down her legs, and was gone, leaving her laying there in just her wet lace panties and stockings. Her hands clutching at his shoulders, she pulled and tugged on it before reaching for the buttons on the front of it, before he took the hint and stood for a moment to quickly remove his own clothing, standing only in his shorts before her.

Not giving her much time to look, he laid down on top of her body, pressing himself against her, as he kissed her deeply. Pulling her hands above her head, he proceeded to tie first one and then the other to the bed rails with the silken cords he had removed from his pockets as he undressed, all the while still kissing her.

Leaning back and smiling wickedly at her, he slipped down and bound her feet as well, then slid his hand back up her legs, pausing briefly to stroke her heat quickly, causing her to lurch against her bindings in surprise and desire. Kissing her one more time, she opened her eyes to look at him and met only darkness as he slipped the cloth over her eyes and tied it, leaving her helplessly bound and blinded, as he removed himself from the bed, leaving her alone.


A few minutes later, she feels his hands on her legs, warm and soft, stroking them softly and moving up towards her most intimate region. However, he bypasses the place that longs for his touch, instead moving up to her neck, this time not using his hands at all, as she feels his lips and tongue begin to trace a path down her neck, across her chest, taking first one then the other nipple into his mouth and sucking it briefly before continuing his path of kisses down her stomach, ending at her belly button.

Once again, her torment is increased as he removes his lips and pauses briefly before she feels his hand once again stroking her inner thighs, before slipping inside of her panties and stroking the soft heat he finds there. Hearing his small intake of breath when he realizes that she is completely bare there, she smiles, which quickly turns into a low groan of desire as he thrusts a finger deep inside of her, causing her to spasm around his finger and arch up slightly, trying to get more of the incredible sensation.

She feels a weight on the bed near her head, then senses his heat near her face, and turns toward it, leaning in with her head till she can lick the hardness that she so wants inside of her body. He moves forward, enabling her to take him into her mouth, licking and sucking and stroking him with her lips and tongue, taking as much of his length into her mouth as possible with each movement of her head, as he continues to use his fingers to stroke and tease her pussy.

He pulls away, causing her to whimper softly at the removal of their toys and pleasure.

Suddenly, her legs are untied and she can feel her panties being slipped down her legs and removed, and his mouth descends down onto the most intimate part of her, his tongue licking and flicking and his lips sucking, causing her to cry out loudly in surprise and pleasure at the sudden sensation. As quickly as it arrived, his mouth leaves her body, only to be replaced by his cock as he thrusts deeply into her, her wet heat enveloping him, her body squeezing him tight inside of her.

Laying his body against hers, she feels her arms being released and her blindfold being removed, and she gazes up into his eyes as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a hot kiss, full of desire.

“Please….don’t stop. I need you, luv. Take me…I’m all yours.” She pants as she writhes underneath him. He hasn’t moved since he removed her bindings, and she can’t take the waiting any longer. Wrapping her legs around him, she pleads with her eyes and words to be taken now, the teasing has gone on long enough.

Giving into the seduction of her eyes, he leans back and pulls her legs up over his shoulders, as he starts to thrust again. In and out…deeper and deeper…picking up his pace with each thrust, as she meets his thrusts with ones of her own, wanting him as deep and hard inside of her as she can possibly get him.

Her breathing coming faster and faster, her moans now loader and almost constant, she strokes her hands over her belly and breasts, pinching her nipples and holding them together as her body gives in to all the sensations that have been built up in her, and she arches up against him one more time, her pussy spasming around the length of him thrust inside of her, as her orgasm crashes through her and her cry of pleasure rings through the room.

Her climax spurs his own, and as he feels her start to tremble, he thrusts a few more times before stopping, pressed as deeply into her as humanly possible, as he gives in and comes inside of her, crying out hoarsely as he fills her with himself, letting her powerful muscles milk him dry.

He collapses on top of her, and she languidly strokes his shoulders and back as she revels in the afterglow of the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. As he leans up a bit to kiss her sweetly on the lips, she sighs contentedly, then whispers in his ear.

“After a performance like that…I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go back to Australia, my love.”

Smiling at her words, he returned “well, then, I guess I’ll just consider myself kidnapped.”

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