I want you!

Recognise and say it out loud please, using my name. and again but slower.

One more time, louder.

Are you mine? Show me! I claim you. I claim your body as my own. My toy, my play thing, for me to enjoy. Right now, you are not to move unless I permit it:

If you have headphones, use them and choose one of the following:

https://youtu.be/x70O8qC2CBg , https://youtu.be/PBXr8OI_o5U , or something similar.

Get naked!

The most you are allowed is a towel under you.

I say under you... I need you in a very specific position, you can sit or lie, but your knees must be parted as wide a comfortably possible... you will be here a while. If you can position yourself opposite a mirror, feel free to do so... this is one of the few choices I will give you.

Do you have a toy? DO NOT TOUCH it! It is not allowed. You can use only your fingers!

Think of a fortune cookie. This bares a small resemblance to the one area we are going to focus on, your clitoris. I assume you concur with the similarity. However, if you are unsure, this is where the mirror would come into play. use the forefingers of your non-playing hand to circle the area firmly and bring back your hood, under which you will see a tiny "fortune cookie" shaped button... This is the only area we are going to play with.

You ARE NOT to venture inside!

Now to begin: Lick your chosen finger to get it as wet as possible. Remember that phrase I made you repeat? Write in out in the tip of your clit with your wet finger. Slowly. Gently. More than once. Include circles for spaces and punctuation. Now you have two options. If you require more moisture, lick this finger again. Alternatively you may use your natural juices... take this same finger, run it down one slide of your wet entrance, and scoop up what you need on the fingers journey back. Your natural juices can only be used and the end of each statement or sentence.

Important!: You may adjust speed and pressure after two songs. But under no circumstances are you allowed to cum until the full playlist ends.

Your writing must be tight, small, affecting only the tip as far as you can manage.

Adjustment:

After the first track you may amend the phrase, but it must follow set rules in itself as it must be in three parts. A] Identify me ("You", "He" my name, etc). B] Recognise the verb (wants, desires, needs, loves, and so on). & C] Identify yourself (I, me, your name, etc).

Spell it out as many different ways as you like, and if the reverse applies, move into that.

Imagine my hands on you, over you, my fingers, my tongue, my breath, my voice.

I want to know when you do this, when you complete this, and if you "O".

Consequences: If you fail, if you "O" in under 45 minutes, or don't "O" after the playlist ends. You are not allow to touch yourself for 36 hours.

Do you accept?

If so, begin.

Extra credit:

When that "O" approaches, keep those legs open all through it.

If you manage that, I want to know about it.

Housemates - 3/3 Side B

It was a great couple of days, we had spent most if it in bed getting to know each other our bodies becoming entwined so often each curve and crease becoming a well known path my hands travelled. 

The time seemed to move extremely quickly and before we knew it the others were back, we started staying in our own rooms passing each other in the hall smiling the occasional small talk but not much more. 

More time passed and a long weekend rolled around.

 I wanted to initiate something, had made it as far as his bedroom door ready to knock or just walk in bit lost my courage before I got that far. 

S.J and Soloman both had plans that would keep them away from the house for the weekend my plans consisted of spending the weekend in bed and watching tv.

I lay there trying to get back to sleep and ignoring the bangs and crashes coming from them getting ready to leave, it was no use and after deciding coffee was the better option dragged myself out of bed and towards the kitchen running into SJ en-route "sooo" she grinned at me in that way before looking pointedly up the stairs to Jacks door smirking as she had done several times since we had spoken over a few drinks "Got any plans for the weekend?" The fact that while I was laying in bed I was thinking of Jack as my hand traveled across my body touching places he had touched makes me blush as I push past her  to the kitchen.

SJ tells me she has some left over food before making a point of going and knocking loudly on Jacks door ensuring him and probably the rest of the street are awake to tell him the same turning around and grinning like she has achieved something great and making her way out of the door. 

 I sat in the now quiet of of the house enjoying my coffee before heading to the bathroom, after standing in the shower until the water starts running cold building up the courage to go and knock on Jacks door and talking myself back out of it again I get dried and dressed walking past my own door down the hall i stand outside my hand half raised willing him to just open the door at this point once again my courage fails me as I head back to my room, pushing the door to I go to my drawers and find my favirote toy laying back on the bed I remove my shorts and underwear which are already slightly wet, my legs spread, i'm sure I hear the floorboards creek outside my door as I push the head of the toy into me the moan that escapes my lips as my back arches off the bed loud in the quiet room,  but I don't care now its to late to be worrying about that i've needed this since I woke up. I hear the bathroom door creek open and close it puts me off for a moment I walk to my door pushing it open and hear the taps running in the bathroom I know its Jack and i'm pretty sure he was watching me, fine I say to myself if you want a show... I leave the door open wider remove my t-shirt leaving it discarded on the floor with the rest of my clothes and lay back down on the bed this time I don't attempt to hold back squirming and moaning out loud as I bring myself closer to the edge I have been nearing all morning each movment pushing a little deeper I hear the door open and know he was watching me the thought of Jack hard inside me as I finally fall off the edge my orgasam soaking my thighs running down me to pool on the sheets. 

I lay there listening to Jack descending the stairs eventually moving off the bed pulling my clothes on to join him.

I find Jack standing in the kitchen unable to quite look me in the face as I ask if the coffee is for me, my eyes scan his body noticing the obvious bulge in his trousers I cant help but smirk he catches me and attempts to distract me asking if i want toast. "Sure, can you bring it up please?" I ask as I get to the door I turn and tell him im going for a bath dissapearing upstairs before I hear his reply. 

I lay back in my bath listening to Jack ascending the stairs the bathroom door wide open I call out asking him to bring my tea to the bathroom and grab my phone from my bed. 

 He comes in placing the tea down silently, his eyes traveling across my bubble covered body pausing momantarily on the bits of exposed skin, then he turns to leave. 

"You're leaving?" slightly suprised he hasn't taken the hint by now as he turns around to face me I look him in the eyes "I guess you're not interested in part two then?" 

He breaks out into a grin stepping towards the bath grabbing a handful of  my hair leans in for a kiss, as our lips meet my hand finds the parting in his robe and his already semi hard length waiting for me.

 His other hand reaching into the bath finding ots way between my legs as our mouths part and I pull him closer guiding his now hard length that gravelley moan as he first enters his hands now both finding their way to my hair holding on but letting me build my own pace at first adjusting to him in my mouth and then taking control building my rhythm for me, he doesnt resit as I pull back away standing in the bath pulling his robe off his shoulders, it lands on the floor and his boxers and tshirt soon follow, not a word is said between us as he joins me in the bath, when I kiss his lips my fingers trailing across his skin or as I turn around hands planted on the wall pushing my ass against his erection. 

 The slap on my wet soapy skin echoes loudly in the tiled room as my ass begins to sting his fingers find their way between my spread legs finding me wet and waiting as they tease along that sweet spot before his errection takes their place rubbing along me teasing me as he grabs my hips firmly fingers digging in to my skin, getting into the perfect position before his now wet length enters me, making us both moan in contentment as it does. 

Our movments slow and cautious aware that maybe a bath full of water was not the best choice but soon we build a rythem that has us both moaning and gasping in pleasure, the sound of water and wet  skin meeting echoing around the bathroom mixing with with our moans.

 His hands push into my back moving me to my knees adjusting his body with mine our pace picking up, with every movement water cascading down the side of the bath as i push back to meet each of his deep hard thrusts.

 His pace becoming more urgent each thrust making our bodies rock, each of us lost in the climax that is building between us pulling closer to the edge, holding us there just enough until I tip as his hands grip me tightly holding my waist holding me up, I lose control with a loud moan of pleasure my body tenses tightening around him as my stomach knots and each movement feels like tiny volts of electric  looking for release as my legs start to give way under me as I let go and I feel the heat and release, not lile earlier on the bed this is more primal  something deeper with Jack buried deep inside me,  this  seems to spur him on more, holding me up as he continues through my orgasam.

 Eventually I gather enough energy to push him away and straighten up as he steps out of the bath we survey the mess pretty much all of the water has escaped the bath and soaked the floor Jack grabs his already wet robe attempting to mop up the mess as I grab the towel and start to dry off, my eyes travel his naked body seeing him still hard and wanting  I drop my towel and lead him to my room, pushing him down onto the bed he sits half propped on his elbows looking down at me as I drop to my knees on the floor in front of him kissing his stomach, just a few times is enough to get him fully hard again, my tongue travels once the length of his errection hand wrapping gently around him as i guide him into my mouth, my tongue circling across the tip tasting myself on him my pleasure mixed with his before slowly and teasingly taking more and more of him into my waiting mouth, my fingers wrapped around the base of his straining cock,  moving slowly up to meet my mouth and then back down to make more room. 

His hand finding my head trying to take take control but I move out of his way pulling back and grinning at him, not this time we will do things at my pace and I want him to be on the edge I want him to enjoy this and to drive him mad, when he reaches that place I want to taste every last bit, his hand drops to his side, head tips back and a groan of pleasure leaves him as my mouth wraps around him again at the same time the sound of a cough makes us turn look at the open door to see SJ standing in there watching us both...

Housemates - 2/3 Side B

His hands ease off my hips but the skin still tingles where his fingers were dug into me holding me in place, I lay there for a moment eyes closed, breathing heavy I can feel Jack moving at the end of the bed. 

I catch my breath, when the spasams stop running through my body sit up and release my arms from the post.

I turn and face him his mouth wet covered in me, he leans in kissing me deeply letting me taste myself on him.

He pulls away looking at me for a moment before he  unties my hands, his movments urgent now pulling off my blouse and bra disgarding them on the floor, his pants follow not far behind. 

I look up at him as the feeling comes back to my wrists; he stands over the bed  looking down on me, as I stand he turns me around I feel the tie from his robe back on my wrists binding tightly, his body pressed against mine before he takes a step back pulling me with him. 

I feel him moving around behind me,  his eyes feel like they are burning into my skin and he starts circling me keeping just out of my reach, occasionally adjusting me a light slap making me stand straighter, tilting my head, his foot between my legs knocking them apart. 

He steps in a little closer but still just out of reach. 

The back of his hand runs gently down my face as I stand there waiting breathing shallow,body tense. 

His hand travels down my neck over my chest brushing over my nipple sending a jolt through me, imediatly stiffening under his touch, running down to my stomach, holding there before flipping over palm down feeling warm against me before finishing its journey downward  dipping between my parted legs making me gasp, my body instinctivly wanting to step away where I am still so sensetive, his fingers running along me making my legs weak, before entering me.

 His other hand travels up my body, squeezing at my behind before continuing to trail upwards to the back of my neck where he stops hand held lightly there whilst his fingers continue to play and tease me  he goes to kiss my neck bringing me back around as I instinctivly try to move away, bringing me back around making me aware of him watching me, enjoying seeing me squorm under his hands.  

After what seems like an age he moves his hand still on the back of my neck but his fingers from between my legs I gasp and whimper out of frustration look around watching him, waiting I need to feel him in me so much, he moves in right behind me I can feel him hard pressed against my back my hands still tied trying to reach and touch him, leaning back slightly my hips move a slow circle rubbing against him. 

He points at the bed, his mouth clise to my ear "on your knees"  he growls. 

 I don't hesitate lowering myself down onto the bed head down turned to the side a perfect view in the mirror, my back arched high arms still tied behind me I wait,watching him as he moves behind me, pressed against me his hands again finding there way to my hips, fingers digging in before he slowly enters me making us both gasp, he holds for a moment and I can't help but admire him in the mirrors reflection, my pale skin against him, his body perfect pressed against mine as he kneels burried deep in me. 

He starts moving then slowly and teasingly at first each stroke driving me mad seemingly taking forever, his hands start to travel up my body which responds in all the right ways, his touch feels lile a thousand tiny pin pricks across my skin and is far from unpleasent. 

I watch as he stops moving, still inside me his hand stops its exploration moving back and raising, I extinctivly know whats about to happen and my body tenses waiting  as his hand comes down on my ass but the pre warning does not stop the gasp escaping my lips, or the perfect glowing red hand print appearing on my skin. 

I see a cheeky smirk appear on his face as he watches my reaction in the mirror and can't help failing at hiding the smile that appears on my own. 

The next slap is loud in the room as skin meets skin and harder than the last, the strength of it making the other cheek burn knowing it will hurt later, making me cry out and my body try to move away, it is only forgotten as he thrusts deep in me making me moan in pleasure. 

He quickly seems to establish a pattern alternating between strikes and thrusts and it feels amazing each thrust like a balm fir the previous strike making me firget about the stinging on my niw very red behind, but I cannot help but giggle too, and as it escapes my lips I see his eyebrows raise.

He stops for a second hand reachi g instead for the ties that are binding my wrists, pulling me up and backwards making me grit my teeth and cry out cursing under my breath.

Not at all put off holding me there, with one hand he begins to quicken hos pace, pushing deeper and harder into me, I can see tbe look on his face the determination in his eyes his hand occasionally coming down on my all ready stinging ass, no time now to play games as my body jolts.under his hand, each thrust feeling deeper and harder than the last, I feel every inch of him as he drills into me the sound of heavy breathing, mixed with skin meeting skin seems to spur him on faster and harder and I feel myself tensing around him. 

I don't want him to stop I want to feel him in me in everyway.

He slows a little after a while, easing his grip on the ties but there is no way that is going to happen, I pull my hands away from him and begin to meet each of his movements pushing back into him, a rocking motion that soon builds into a pattern and I don't ease up he is practically doubled over me his body pressed against mine I can feel the heat from his skin hear every breath lous in my ear as I continue to grind myself onto him, meeting each movment of his so he pushes all the way in, he feels so good inside of me I need this to continue now I want him like this and I know he wants it too. 

 After a moment he seems to regain himself, once again taking control, holding onto my arms he pushes into me harder than before making me cry out, the next thrust just as hard as the last again building up a pattern this time he doesn't ease, the noise in the room reaching a pitch of moans and heavy breathing seem to make him go harder still. 

Not much more than a yes escapes my lips though i want to beg him not to stop i can't get it out I feel his pace quicken, become more urgent he seems to loose himself letting go of my arms and instead pushing me down on the bed holding me there I feel him grow harder inside me moments before he tips over the edge hardly slowing i tighten around him as he starts the final run and releases in me filling me with wave after wave of his hot cum fingers digging into me seem to be the only thing holding him up, until his final release a gutteral groan escaping his lips before he finally stops moving and he colapses, still inside me breathing heavy loud in my ear,  body pressed against mine. 

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Housemates - 1/3 Side B

I get through the door just about stupid lock is always playing up, hear Jack call my name from the sitting room as I struggle to get my boots off, stupid weather I'm soaked through and tired I was'nt expecting anyone to be home it's a long weekend shouldn't he be out with friends or something?
I walk through trailing a puddle of rain water with me to find him laying there in nothing but a bathrobe damn him, I feel the blush creeping up my face.
 'What Jack?' I ask sounding way more abrupt than I mean to.
"Is it raining?" He asks i'm not sure if he thinks his funny as I stand there soaking wet or if he is genuinely trying to make conversation but either way I am cold and in no mood for dumb games and the look on my faces portrays it as I turn without answering and walk off.
 I make it to my room leaving a pile of soggy clothes at the door and pulling on a blouse thats to hand and a pair of leggings wondering what his issue is.
The best part of 2 years we have been living together all he ever talks about is house related business and now his a comedian?!

I go to the kitchen looking for something to eat "Are you ok?" he shouts still in the sitting room.
I stop about to answer I should probably apolagise prehaps explain that it was just a bad day in the office, before catching myself he doesn't care if my colleagues are the most annoying people in the world or the fact my boss is an idiot, I get lost in thoughts of my day for a moment before closing the cupboard door i've no appetite right now.
  I walk through to the living room with the intention of apolagising but he doesn't even look around - fine if thats how you want to be keep your attitude!
 I wait a second longer before turning and heading back to my room.
 Jack is usually pretty nice but today clearly not, I find myself lost in thought again this time of him his just over 6ft I always feel tiny when standing near him, his pretty hot not that I would ever tell him that, I caught him once coming out of the bathroom in not a lot and couldn't help but stare... jeez what is wrong with me?!
I sit down on my bed book in hand but my mind starts back again to thoughts of him on the sofa in just his robe my book disguarded as my fingers gently slip down my stomach passed my top, my trousers disgarded on the floor...
Then the door knocks bringing me around, I pull my clothes straight giving myself a minute to get composed pulling my top down to cover me I open the door slightly Jack is standing there with a plate of toast and a coffee I imediatley become concious of how long he may have been standing there before knocking and just want him to go.
 "What?!" I ask again feeling defensive and mentally kicking myself for my attitude
 "I brought you these." he replies handing me the plate and cup i manage a "thanks", before closing the door.
 I hear him sigh from the other side of the door "Do you want to talk about it?"  he asks, I open the door again just wanting him to go away hasn't he got better things to be doing?
The conversation quickly descends as I tell him in no uncertain terms I don't have the energy for his games and find him arguing back getting more wound up as it continues, i'm just about to tell him to go away when i catch him staring at my legs the cheek I slam the door on him leaving him standing there, what an idiot I fume but my mind wonders was he really checking me out?
I'm just about to sit down and he walks right in
 "What are you doing?!" I ask  pointing at the door. "I just wanted to apologise," he says standing in the doorway. "What gives you the right to come into my  room?" I ask as I start to push him back out at first he moves back a step but then roots himself to the floor
"Look! You're not the only person to have the occasional bad day, I wanted to do was check on you and make sure you ok!  Excuse me for trying to do something nice!". He says.
 "Yeah, well, there's no need, I can take care of myself!".
"I was just...!" I he struggles to find his words.
My face is inches away from his now I can feel the heat from his body, smell his aftershave my hands are pressed against his chest ready to push him out again when he leans in and kisses me I am so shocked I slap him my hand catching his cheek, he takes a step back looks at me and turns to leave as I stand there rooted to the spot white noise buzzing in my ears staring at his back wondering what the hell just happened?
He turns around as he reaches the door, his face calm I can almost see a decision being made in his expression his eyes fixed on me as he walks back towards me, I try to take a step backwards but my back is to the wall, I don't want another fight and I can feel my stomach knotting,  but this time he grabs my arms I can feel his fingers squeezing me, I struggle against his grip about to protest when he kisses me again his body pushed against mine, my back to the wall, his hands still with a grip on my arms, I struggle at first confused, but my body is responding to him and I want him now I like the feel of his hands on me, his mouth on mine, he stops his grip loosens my mouth stings in the cool of the room from where his lips were moments ago, I look up at him his eyes fixed on me daring me to say something, this time my slap is not half as hard as before but the fire lights in his eyes and an expression sets on his face a determination and hunger that shocks and slightly scares me, his hand this time on my throat squeezing just enough making my pulse race as he kisses me again, my mind racing also.
 I feel so small with him pushed against me he is a big guy, I know I could end this if I want though when he steps away I slap him again a smirk on my face he lets go of my throat but pushes me onto the bed standing over me, his eyes running across my body exposed from where I have landed on the bed top bunched ip exposing my underwear what I can only describe as a hunger in his eyes which boths scares and excites me, at first we struggle I push against him try to sit up but his hands are on me and I make no real attempt to move away.
He stands over the bed his frame seemingly engulfing everything around him so my eyes are fixed soley on him as I lay there slightly breathless from the struggle, he pulls me then towards him, grabbing my legs, his hands run along them until he reaches my panties, lingering a moment before pulling them off in one motion, my legs snapping shut hiding the wetness growing between my legs.
He climbs on the bed pulling me closer ignoring my struggles as though they are nothing before bending me over his knees, pinning me down with his arm across my back he raises my blouse exposing me, before his hand comes down striking my ass the sound loud in the room as skin meets skin, my gasp drowned by the next strike making me jolt and squirm on him, his hands squeezing each cheek almost feels soothing making me moan in pleasure, but it only lasts a moment before his hand raises striking me again and again the heat growing with each strike,  i feel the skin begining to sting and burn, he doesn't let up each strike making me gasp, legs kick and body tense until I know my behind is glowing red my eyes watering from the sting but the heat growing between my legs. After what seems like an age he lifts his arm that is holding me in place I move from over his legs standing, not saying a word rubbing my now sore behind watching him as he looks me up and down. He stands, walking toward me he stops.
Standing there in front of him his gaze fixed on me, making me look down to hide the blush spreading on my face, I can feel my heart beating hard as he undoes his robe allowing it to fall to the floor the belt still in hand.
 He takes my left wrist as I offer my right and begins tying the belt of his robe around them, wrapping it around tightly twice, before pulling on the end making me wince as the material cuts slightly into my skin. His fingers tracing gently up my arm before pointing at the head of the bed, I slip my tied  hands over the post arms stretched upwards i lay there on my back watching his eyes travel my body a hunger and fire in them that is as frightening as it it is a turn on to see, knowing that now whatever happens I will have little control over and my body is his to do as he pleases.
His hands on my legs he pulls me towards him, my arms still hooked on the post, pulling my legs apart and kneeling between them so I cannot close them I know hecan see my wetness betraying me showing him how much I am wanting more, he pulls my blouse open as it falls limply at my sides revealing my bra, his eyes travel down my body again lingering a moment between my legs  before traveling back up fixing onto my own eyes,  instinctivley I want to cover myself I feel so exposed but I have no way of moving and feel the heat again spreading up across my face bit his gaze does not break.  Instead his hand comes down firmly on my hip holding me down, as I look back at him I feel his fingers run along my wetness rubbing, teasing making my body tense and pull against the tie, a whimper lost in my throat as they move up to my clit his eyes still fixed on my face, the first touch feels like a bolt of electric running through me making me gasp out loud and squirm under his other  hand which holds me in place, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continues small, gentle, teasing movments making me whimper in pleasure my eyes closing chest rising and falling exposed from my torn blouse, biting down on my lip.
His lips on my stomach now both hands holding me down as his mouth travels on a journey down my body around to my hips to my still spread legs kissing each thigh so close I am sure he can feel the heat from me, making me struggle against him a moan escaping my lips again as his tongue touches me tasting me, his mouth on me circling my now throbbing button, teasing me, mking me gasp, before moving downwards, holding there before tasting me making me squirm under him, his grip tightening as his tongue explores me.
His hands moving down to my legs holding them in place head not moving as he pushes in to me,  my body writhing under his grip and the tie on my wrists his mouth teases and explores the space between my legs, bringing me close to the edge before stopping just long enough to bring me back down then starting again, the only sounds in the room are my moans of pleasure and frustration, they sound so loud, and seem to only encourage him more, like he is enjoying teasing me...
 My body tensing again under him so close to the edge once again this time though he does not slow his mouth continues to work me hands so strong still holding me down, tongue moving back up circling my clit making me writhe under him I want to beg him not to stop I need this now but all that escapes my lips is a series of moans and gasps my back arching off the bed seems to spur him on more as I feel myself pushing over the edge loosing control what feels like a million small jolts.of electric running across my skin, my body tensing all over as his tounge runs across me, the feeling of butterflys working its way through me, my hands desprate to be freed tugging on the rope that cuts into my wrist, nothing but deep moans escaping my lips with incoherant words the whote noise loud in my ears he speeds up his mouth working hard and almost frantically my eyes close as I finally loose control tipping over the edge, I feel some of my juices escaping running down me but his mouth is there and shows no sign of stopping or slowing  but continues through my orgasam a small mmm of satisfaction escaping his mouth, not allowing me time to come down just building off of it bringing me straight back up my legs trembling as he starts again.

What Mz Sheri Did.

She anxiously awaits for the plane to come to a stop. She's been looking forward to this for months. She's made 100 lists and checked them each more than a few times. Did she remember everything? Does it matter? Will he find her irresistible? Will she be able to control herself in his arms, at the airport? So many questions and so much anxiety inside her. As the plane slows, her excitement grows.

Finally! She made it. She gathers her things and makes her way down the long hall to the lobby. Immediately she catches his smile. Oh my, he is every bit as attractive as his pictures. And even bigger than she thought. Everyone is taller than her anyway. But something about the way he is standing there, that sly smile, those dark eyes, that body that just begs to be touched!

She reaches him quickly, looking down occasionally, still anxious and unsure. He reaches out to hug her and the smell of this strong, sexy man is nearly too much for her. Her eyes close as she relaxes in his arms. She wonders if he is disappointed. Is she enough for this man? He leans in and kisses her neck and immediately she is excited. He whispers, 'you're beautiful'. And she gasps. The sound of his voice! Something she hasn't really heard, is so sexy! He releases her and begins to walk toward baggage.

She can barely walk straight. All the nervousness has gone and been replaced with excitement. She wants him, here and now. How long can she wait?
There's a VIP lounge ahead. But too many people. There's restaurants, but children. Oh, but there, an old telephone area. A few booths that still house some courtesy phones. Off to the side, slightly hidden with a partial wall. Would he be game?

She pulls him a little in that direction. He seems a little confused. She mumbles something to get him to follow. She sets her bag down under the phone counter and pulls him in for a kiss. He has figured it out, responding with his tongue in her mouth. His hands on her hip and in her hair. He leans his weight onto her. Pushing her back into the wall. She loves that pressure. She loves that reaction. She feels his cock hardening and bulging and pushing on her stomach even through the clothes. She bites his lip. This only ignites his passion even more. He is now the aggressor.

He takes her arms and pins them above her head with one hand. His other hand is cupping a breast while he bites on her neck. She can't control her gasping. She wants this so badly. He legs have parted hers. She is so happy she worry a skirt!!! He lets go of her breast and slides his hand down between her legs. Pulling her panties down enough to rip them off!!! She gasps again. He responds by replacing his tongue in her mouth. Oh my, he can kiss. Aggressive and passionate and heady and she is soaked with wetness and desire. His fingers are touching her pussy, playing, exploring. He puts his hand to her lips so they can both taste her desire. He lets her hands go. They immediately go for his zipper. She quickly releases his cock. So hard! She slides down to her knees to taste. Oh my he fills her mouth nicely. He can't help but thrust into her mouth. She can hear his moans and they are feeding her drive. She is getting more aggressive.

Neither of them care any more about the people walking past. They don't see the looks and snickers. All that can be seen is too people making out like teenagers.

He pulls her to her feet and turns her to face the wall. She knows what's coming and she is ready. She spreads her legs and stands on her tip toes. He lifts her up a little and then his cock is in inside her. She gasps again, he wraps his hand around her neck. He leans in and tells her how good she feels and how this is just a taste of what waits for her at his place. He thrusts again, she can feel his hand at her throat, his other around her waist and his breathe in her ear. His cock is pulsing inside her. Is he cumming already?! How?? And another thrust. Following by the sexiest gasp she has ever heard. She feels wetness on her leg. Oh my! He reaches around and wiped the cum from her leg up to her pussy and brushes her clit with his palm. Instantly she quivers! Did that really just happen?! Quickly he adjusts himself and picks up her panties. What's left of them and sticks in his pocket. Takes a handkerchief from his other pocket and offers it to her. She is still quivering in awe. Slowly she wiped enough off her to not be dripping as she walks.

She looks up at him and he smiles. Sweetly leaning down to kiss her again, he whispers, 'next time, you won't be able to walk.'
With that she smiles and kisses him. Grabs his hand and slowly walks toward baggage. This will be a fun visit.

When Jack met Jane.

Friday the 22nd of June 2018... And I'm glad it's over.
It's been a long week at work, and I can't wait to unwind. A drink with a few work mates is in order at our local, and then home to chill for the weekend. I had plans, but I no long feel up to them.
As I'm not a big drinker, I leave my workmates early and decide to walk home instead of taking the bus like I normally would.
I reach the canal and decide to walk along side it, as it takes me through a quiet park on my way home. Just as I step on to the canal path, I notice a girl walking a short distance in front of me wearing a tight fitting mini dress, struggling to walk at a pace in her high heels on the rough terrain. I chuckle to myself at first, but as I slowly catch up with her, I am captivated by her figure and movement, the sporadic swing of her hips, and her amazing ass.
I eventually get close enough for her to notice there may be someone behind her, so she turns to quickly check, yet still the sight of me startles her a little. I smile at her, catching her eye before she turns back, but she quickly turns to flash a smile of acknowledgement and continues on her way.
Being a large black male, I am well practised at distancing myself from young white females in an empty street or secluded area, so as not to scare or intimidate them, so I slow my pace being sure to keep the distance between us, but she also seems to slow down a little. She eventually comes to one of the locks of the canal, and uses it to lean on as she removes one of her shoes to tip out the the pebble that has made its way in. Upon doing so she drops her handbag, and so bends over to pick it up. This presents me with a view to brighten me whole week. Her dress rides up a very short distance, but enough to enable me to see she is not wearing any underwear. This sight caused me to almost trip as I was not looking at where I was stepping. As I looked back up, I see this girl smiling slyly as she no doubt caught my reaction.
As she steps back into her shoes and adjusts her clothes, I say Hi as I slowly walk past. "Hey", she responds with a smile. "Are you ok?" I ask. She blushes, "I'm fine thank you", she replies. I continue walking for a short while before turning back to find her standing, leaning, and still smiling at me as she looks around. It's warm, but her dress tells me she's cold. I step back towards her. "Are you waiting for someone?" I enquire. She continues looking around somewhat nervously, and then looks me up and down, and brushes her hair back revealing more of her still blushed face, and somewhat cheekily answers "Not any more". I look at her, a little puzzled at first, but as she allows me to get closer, my smile turns into a grin. I get closer than arms length and ask if she's cold as I look at how her nipples poke through her dress. She smiles a little more and looks up at me, and stepping towards me, tell me that I look warm.
We converse for a while, I learn her name is Jane, she's 30, and she has no immediate plans. So we walk together for a while along the canal and around the park. "Do you live far from here?" She asks. I point to a block of high rise flats, "Not really," I answer, how about you?" "Not too far" she responds. "Quite the gentleman aren't you?" She states, staring up at me. I look back, a little puzzled. "Why would you think that?" I enquire. She went on to make a number of observations about me from our short time together, most notably that I haven't made a physical move on her or tried to take advantage. "You sound's almost disappointed," I joke. She giggles shyly and bites her lip lightly. I notice she genuinely seems disappointed. I joke again "I could always change that." Her face seems to brighten in response as she looks up at me, again laughing nervously.
I step in closer to her, and test her lips, her response is somewhat favourable. So I continue to kiss her more deeply, she then pulls away and smiles. She notices my erection, grins, then looks at me awaiting my next move. We look around and trees and benches, but a path between the trees catches my eye. I have been there before, so I take her by the hand and proceed to lead her in that direction. She pulls away from me, snatch her hand away and stand crossing her arms, still smiling at me. I reach back and grab her by the wrist, almost dragging her with me. She offers resistance, but very little. As I pull her into the bushes, I find a suitable tree and push her against it, kissing her like like she my only source of oxygen. As I place my left hand firmly around her neck, I slide my right hand between her legs and start to stroke her. She was instantly wet. I play with her button, which quickly drives her crazy. Wanting to taste her, I lift her up and throw her legs over my shoulders and start to lick and slurp my way to her centre. She finds a branch to hold on to as I tease her, brining her closer and closer to orgasm before finally letting her cum with a gentle roar. She is delicious. She taps me on the head, indicating she wants me to let her down, to which I oblige, but I have not finished with her yet.
I push her to her downwards, and seemingly instinctively she obeyed my unspoken train of thought. She expertly unbuckles my belt, and wrangles my erection from my jeans, looks up at me with a smile in her eyes, gives me a few strokes, and almost in one motion her eager mouth fully engulfs me. She was amazing, and it seems she felt at home trapped between me and the tree, especially when I had a firm grip of her hair, controlling and guiding her movements.
I wasn't ready to come yet. I pulled out, picked her up, turned her around, and arched her back. I took a moment to admire her perfect ass, big and round for a white girl, I lift her dress and hand her in place while I spank her a few times, getting harder each time until she cries out. When her cheeks now red, I step in close behind her, part her legs a little more, and tease her a little with my length before slowly pushing it inside her. She gives a satisfying breathy moan, which only serves to arouse me more and make me harder. I fuck her slow and deep for what feels like an age, making her cum over and over. Then I pound her hard and fast until she finally squirts all over me.
Now it's my turn. I pull out of her, causing her to gasp while she is still spasming, and I again turn her around, to which she instantly follows my train of thought. She lowers herself and frantically strokes my throbbing cock, aiming it towards her eager, wide open mouth, occasionally licking my head to further encourage the inevitable. Then, perfectly timed by her, with a roar I shoot my hot sticking load into her mouth, occasionally overshooting at first, but she quickly engulfs me so as not to loose another drop. Again, her tongue encourages me to fully complete the task of filling her by emptying myself. even as I finish, and she pulls me out, she is sure to get every drop from me and any that escaped their target. She then looks up at me to grab my attention, show's me the contents of her mouth, and closing her mouth and swallowing, she makes it all disappear.
She smiles up at me with a somewhat cheeky grin, and breathlessly, I smile back. But suddenly, we are startled by the cheer of a small group of observers...

Housemates - Wet.

It's been a couple of weeks since my glorious weekend with Amelia. Taking advantage of an empty house to get to know each other more intimately. But once the housemates had returned, things went quiet between us. They were no worse, in fact when we passed in the hall there were more smiles between us, but I felt that maybe she didn't need the rest of the household to know what we had been up to. So we resumed our business as usual.
Another bank holiday is here, and the housemates once again had plans for the extended weekend. Soloman left after work last night to join his friends who were going camping for the weekend, and Sarah-Jane will shortly be leaving to visit her girlfriends, as her plans with her now ex had to be altered. I was not aware of Amelias plans, her weekend routine tends to vary. And my routine had changed, leaving me to stay in bed as long as I wanted this morning.
As I lay in bed I listened to SJ move around the house, trying to imagine what she was doing. She's an organised person, so it's unlikely she is stressed about what she needs to pack, but I have heard her speaking, so she is likely on the phone to one of her less organised friends.
I drift in and out of sleep, waking up to random sounds and SJ's voice, at one point talking to Amelia, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I eventually hear a knock on my door. "I'm going now," SJ tells me, "I have left food in the fridge that needs to be eaten by Monday, help yourself". I thank her and wish her a good trip.
Not long after SJ went through the door, I drifted off back to sleep. But I was awoken by the toilet flushing. I lay in bed slowly waking up, a little more so when I heard the bathroom door open, and with each step I heard I became a little more alert, especially when the steps stopped outside my room door for a few moments. It could only be Amelia, as she was the only other person left in the house, I wondered if she was ok as I then hear her steps head back towards her room, but I didn't hear her room door close. My bladder quickly diverts my attention elsewhere, forcing me to get out of bed. I do so quietly, and gently open my door, and creep towards the bathroom, but I am distracted by the view of Amelia through the gap of her door being slightly ajar, and I watch as she closes her beside drawer, with a pink and purple plastic looking thing in her hand. She makes herself  comfortable, only pulling aside the items of clothing she needs to gain access to her herself, and she licks her fingers and applies it to herself before using her toy tease herself the rest of the way. My eyes are fixed on her hands as I observe how she treats herself leading up to the main event. The way she moves and the sounds she make are both hypnotic and enlightening. This is wrong, I shouldn't be watching, so I break myself out the trance and continue on to the bathroom, where I have to wait a moment before I am in a calm enough state to do my business. I am surprised she didn't see me at her door, or hear me move towards or away from it.
I flush, wash my hands, and as I dry I try to decide whether to go back to my room, or head downstairs for breakfast, I opt for my bed, so I slowly go back to my room, but as I do, I can't help but peek through Amelias door again, which seemed to be open a little wider. She was now in full swing, items of clothing had been removed completely, and she had made no attempt to restrict her volume. As I leaned on the door frame, enchanted by the view, I almost in voluntarily started to imitate her. My hand had made it's way into my boxers and started to play with my again hard length, eventually matching her rhythm stroke for stroke. She was already close to orgasm when I started, so she shortly pushed herself over then edge with a very satisfying sounding groan. Getting more excited, I accidentally push her door with my movement, so I quickly take a step back, hoping she doesn't notice. I take a moment to compose myself, and then head down the stairs to the kitchen to focus my thoughts on breakfast. I shortly hear footsteps upstairs, and they seem to be heading in my direction. With my heart pounding a little, I fill the kettle and set it to boil, and have Amelias cup ready with a tea bag inside.
"Morning Jay." She says as she walks past me towards the fridge. "This is for me, yes?" She nods towards her cup. "Morning," I reply, "yeah, that's yours." She leans back against the surface with her arms crossed as she tosses a small bottle of milk in her hand. She looks at me, glancing downwards briefly, and smirks  a little. I can't be sure what she's thinking. I then realise that I was still not fully composed. In an attempt to divert her attention, I ask if she'd like some toast. She smiles and nods, and then puts down the bottle of milk and brushes past me as she leaves the kitchen, asking if I could bring them up to her, to which I agree. But just as she passes the door, she pauses then turns to me and states "I'm going to run a bath." "Ok" I softly reply. She smiles and continues up the stairs.
I make myself a drink, and eat some cereal while I make Amelias breakfast, all the while listening to her as she walks around preparing for her bath. I finish my breakfast and prepare hers and bring it up to her room, where I again find her door open, which is unusual for her, especially as she is not inside. But more unusual still is that I notice the bathroom door is open as I hear Amelias voice coming from it as she calls for me, "In here please. And can you grab my phone please? It's on my bed". I enter her room, put her phone in my pocket, and carry her breakfast into the bathroom where I find her shoulder deep in bubbles. I place her toast somewhere she can reach with low risk of getting wet, and hand her her mug and her phone. "Thank you." She smiles and takes a sip. I sneak a glance at her wet body before turning to let her bathe.
"You're leaving?!" She asks with surprise in her voice. I pause and turn back towards her, hiding my smile. She looks me in the eyes, and asks "You're not interested in part two then?" With that, my grin bursts through, and she smiles back at me as I move closer to her. I take a fist full of her hair and lean in to kiss her firmly on the lips. She immediately reaches into my robe and my boxers to caress my length, coaxing it to stand to attention. I take this as a sign to repay her by reaching into the bath to stroke between her legs. She tightens her grip on me and pulls me closer to her, and pulls away from my lips to guide me into her eager mouth. With both hands now in her hair, I guide her at her own rhythm, but soon adjust her to my own. Before too long, she moves my hands from her and backs away from me to stand up. She pushes my robe off my shoulders, indicating she wants me to take it off, and while I do so she attempts to remove the rest of my clothes. As soon as the robe is off, I take over until I am standing naked in front of her. She smiles and pulls me into the bath with her where she again kisses me before turning around and faces the wall placing her hands against the tiles and bending slightly. I slap her ass hard a few times, and slide my fingers between her legs, stroking her and teasing her, and eventually I replace my fingers with my erection. I take a firm hold of her hips, sliding myself in and out between her thighs. One last slow drawing out before I push myself inside her. Her groan is satisfying. Our pace is slow and deliberate, as we work towards a great rhythm without slipping. But we want more. I bring her to her knees and she holds on the the faucets as I continue to take her from behind at a more agreeable rate. And agree she did. Her moan echoed gloriously in the bathroom as I pounded deep and hard, water splashing an spilling everywhere, ensuring she was wet inside and out. I had forgotten how good she feels, how wet she gets, how tight she was. I was close cumming, but she beat me to it with a loud growl and a powerful spasms a she struggled to keep herself held up. That didn't stop me from playing with her. I continued to tease, stroke and rub her until sounds I could not even describe were exiting her mouth. She eventually summoned the strength to turn and push me away, still shaking as she glared at me, panting heavily.
She looked all around the bathroom, pulling a face at the mess we had made, and then looked at me trying to hide her frown. I stepped out of the bath and grabbed a my now wet robe, and used it to try and mop up the rest of the wet floor. Amelia proceeded to dry herself, but as she stepped out of the bath, she paused and then looked at me. I looked back, puzzled, again I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She then dropped her towel, grabbed my hand, and quickly lead me to her room, pushing the door wide open, and forcefully pushing me against her bed, she dropped to her knees and started to kiss my stomach gently before once again taking me into her mouth. I felt an urgency about her, but also a deliberate slow pace. She was taking her time, being attentive, paying attention to every detail, her hands switching between my holding my thighs, rest on hers, or helping stroking my length in conjunction with her mouth. When she looked up at me, I could tell she wanted me to last, and to enjoy every bit of her skill, especially as she would move my hands away as I reach for her head. We were so engrossed in each other, or at least I was so lost in the moment, neither of us noticed SJ standing in her doorway until heard a cough from her.

Housemates - 3/3

We just lay there for a while, panting, me on top of her, still inside her, her arms still tied together beneath my weight. A tiny wave of guilt quickly passes through me. I can feel her discomfort, but I also feel a wave of contentment from her, unless I'm reading her incorrectly. I'm sure I heard a satisfactory sound escape her lips. I definitely did when she felt me grow inside her.
She fidgets a little, I take that as sign to get off her, and I hear her take a deep breath when I do.  As I pull out I feel a mix of our fluids follow. I lay next to her, almost behind her. She turns, but with difficulty as her hands are still tied together. I smile, then release her, and she gives a sigh of relief. We lay side to side for a while, staring at the ceiling. after a while, I place an arm around her just as she starts to shiver, and she moves in closer to me and places her head on my chest. I feel content, as though an important task has been completed, and I can just relax. Amelias movements seem to reflect my mood, until she moves.
She started to lightly trail a finger from her left hand in circles around my chest. These circles varied in size, but soon started to travel down my body. Once her fingers passed my navel, they "walked" the rest their journey to their obvious destination. Her caress was gentle, and quickly had me standing to attention. As I stroked her back and handled her curves, I decided to position my hands underneath her to play with her once again, the view of which in the mirror was a sight to behold as she reacted deliciously to my touches. Her hand expertly danced around my pole to her own gentle rhythm until the pole itself started to rock. This felt like her cue. She kissed me lightly on the lips, then proceeded to kiss her way down my body, following the path of her fingers until her lips reached the same destination. Her lips seemed to test me at first, then as her hand slid down my shaft to make way for a more thorough oral examination as swiftly moves to her knees to do so. Her seal was perfect, and her tongue seemed to have a mind of it's own, a plan even. Her every move was deliberate, and as I watch her head move and twist up and down rhythmically in combination with her hands, I again find myself struggling to stay in control. She briefly looks up at me and holds my gaze for a while... she can see it, she literally has me by the... she is in control, and for a moment, I feel powerless. I think I see a smirk on her face... I think she likes it.
I'm not ready for this to end yet. I growl at her and grab her head, initially to gain control of her pace, but instead she stops and moves towards me and positions herself above me before slowly impaling herself as she mounts me. As she gradually builds a rhythm, she blushes, with her arms half-heartedly crossed to cover her chest. Her face is almost as red as I left her behind earlier, especially when I take hold of her wrists and pull her towards me, holding them tightly above my head. I stare into her eyes as she gradually increases her rhythm and gives in to me. I slide my hands down her back grab her bottom tightly, guiding her movements to just the way I want them. She learns quickly. She expertly grinds her way to orgasm after orgasm, and I hold her head in place close to mine so I can stare into her eyes as she cums. One more orgasm has her quietly screaming out, and her body once again starts to convulse. This one was strong, causing her to lose her rhythm. I was now ready.
I took her hand and directed her to sit at the head of her bed with her back to the wall. I struggled to my feet and stood between her parted knees, took hold of her head and firmly guided myself into her eager mouth. She made good use of her hands at first as she twisted them around my length, but I wanted to go deeper. So I gradually pulled her in closer with each thrust, my fingers interlocked and entangled in her hair. I was sure I'd see signs of a struggle, but instead she firmly places her hands on the back of my thighs and pulls herself towards me. She manages to stroke my sack from behind while her tongue expertly works it from the front, the result is a conversation of moans as my reaction feeds hers, which feed me right back, her moans causing a vibrations, adding an extra level of decadence.
Just as I approach the edge, she loosens her grip on me and lowers her hands. I take just enough of a step back to watch as she plays with herself and her breasts but without withdrawing from the warm embrace of her mouth. She looks up at me expectantly. I slow my approach until I hear her reach another orgasm, and I let her moans push me over the edge as I take full control of her head and pump her until I completely fill her mouth to the point she dribbles over her chest. I hear her gulp, then she takes hold of me once more and chases every remaining drop eagerly. I prop myself up against the wall as long as I can, then with her last lick, I collapse almost on top of her, falling next to her on the bed.
I lay, breathless, next to her, looking up at her. I admire her form once more, along with my addition to her skin, and I watch as she uses her finger to scoop what is left of me on her into her mouth, then giving me a sly smile. I grin back. When she is satisfied she has completely cleaned up, she shuffles her way down to my level on the bed and turns to look at me. She seems to be examining my face... as long as she's still smiling, I don't mind. She curls up sidles  in close to me, not doubt to take some of my body heat. I chuckle, I don't mind this either.
She reaches across me to the toast I made for her earlier, and offers me a slice, "No thank you," I respond smiling, I'm not a fan of cold toast, I thought she wasn't either. Maybe she worked up an appetite. She looks up to where the toast was, and a slight puzzled expression flashes on her face. I look back, her cup is missing. It seems it has dropped on the floor during our rigorous session.
I apologies to her for the mess, she simply shrugs and continues to slowly nibble on her cold toast. She's making my hungry, I haven't eaten since lunch time. She is obviously hungry too. I offer to make us both dinner, she thinks about it for a moment, and shyly gives me a counter offer, "I can order a takeaway. We could have it delivered. We could eat it here, if you don't mind answering the door". I smile and nod in agreement to her terms. "Where are you going?" She asks as I force myself out of the bed. "My phone is downstairs, and I want to clean up this mess." I reply, pointing to the spilt coffee. "It's ok," responds "I have my phone here." "Ok, I'll clean this up, while you place the order." I suggest, "I honestly don't mind what we have." Without leaving her position, she looks around for her phone, which I find first and throw to her. She calls out to me, "Jack...", "Yes?" I enquire. She hesitates, then sighs lightly, trying not to bite her lip. I smile, pick up my clothes, and throw her my robe which land over her face. "Hey!" She reacts, but I'm out of the room before she uncovers her face. I throw my clothes into my the room, and find something to clean up the mess in her room. As she looks up at me between menus and smiles, a pleasant reaction to me walking around naked.
When I return, I walk in to find she is wearing my robe, has finished placing our order, and has turned on her TV. She looks cozy. She grins at me and flattens out the bed next to her. "I assume this is where I will be sitting." She nods enthusiastically. I climb on to the bed next to her and wrap an arm around her, but feel somewhat under dressed now. She doesn't seem to mind, so I just make myself comfortable. We watch whatever is on screen without giving it our full attention, but instead seem to fill the time with small talk. She drops hints as to what happened to her today, but doesn't go into great or minor details. We talk about weekend plans, or lack of in my case, and a plethora of other subject. As we talk, I feel us getting closer and closer, our voices get quieter. I have another overwhelming desire to kiss her, but as I am about to go in, the doorbell rings.

Housemates - 2/3

I let Amelia go, and once she gains her breath and stops spasming, she frees herself from the bedpost.With her juices still dripping from my face, I pull her towards me and kiss her passionately. I want her, and I am going to have her, now! I don't care what happened before, or what may happen later, for right now, she is mine.
I unbuckle my belt, and let my trousers drop to the ground and step out of them. I reach for her  hands and untie them, then help he rout of her remaining clothes. The way she looks at me, I have never seen this before. Her tough exterior has melted away, she now seems so small to me as I tower over her. At any other time I would feel the need to protect her, but not now, now she is my beast in taming, my toy, a living doll for me to play with, and I haven't asked for permission.
I turn her around and tie her wrists together behind her back, again, tightly. I step back for a moment to admire her form, a thing of beauty. I grab her and make her take a step back and I begin to circle her. I position her as I want her, slapping her lightly in certain places to adjust her posture, her head position. I place my right foot between hers and knock them to spread them apart. I wish I had my phone with me, I want a picture of her like this to keep.
I step in closer to her and slide the back of my right hand down her right cheek to her neck, over her chest, gently brushing past her right nipple which responded instantly, and over her stomach when I change my hands position to palm side against her skin, and slide my fingers through and neatly kept garden to take a dip the pool formed between her legs. Her gentle gasp is delicious, and I can almost feel waves emanating from her as fingers flick and splash around on her surface before wading in.
My left hand takes hold of her right thigh and starts its journey uphill by making its way around to take a firm hold of her rear, then continues slowly up her back, taking a detour around her arm, up to her shoulder, and lightly holder the back of her neck. I go to kiss her on the side of her neck, but she flinches, so I back off from that area for now.
As I continue to play with her, I observe her sounds and movements, enjoying every gasp and sigh, and the rising of her chest, and the bounce of her breasts with each involuntary reaction. She wants to say something, but she's not, and for now I'm not going to ask her. She'll speak up when she ready.
I slowly withdraw my fingers from within her, to which she reacts by gasping for breath. I give her a moment. She looks at me, waiting to see what I will do next. I walk around and get in close behind her, no doubt she can feel me standing to attention just out of reach of her hands. I slowly raise my left arm, gently grazing her side, and point to her bed, and I whisper directly behind her ear "On your knees!" She then lowers herself on to her bed, turning her head before it hits the sheets. A smile creeps onto my face, as her head is turned towards her mirror, and we find ourselves at the perfect angle to watch each other. I approach her from behind, again admiring her beautiful form, I place my hands on her hips, then I gradually ease myself into her from behind. We groan in unison. I look to the mirror and enjoy the sight of her staring through me with her mouth wide open, and contrast of the colour of her skin is to mine. It has been some time for me since I had last had this kind of experience, so I had to take my time at first, but I managed to adjust and eventually took a less gentle pace with her. She was very tight, but so wet that the combination was perfect. Our rhythmic motion quickly became very comfortable. I very much enjoyed the view of her, both from the mirror and from behind. My hands begin to explore every reachable part of her, examining every spot, every line, every mark and scar. I notice a lack of colour in her cheeks when I have previously added a little. Time to add more. I take my right had a smack her. She gasped and tensed before the strike, forgetting she can see me too. I give her a sly smile, and I think I see her give one back. This disappears with the next strike, much hard than the last. I alternate which cheek I hit between thrusts. There are muffled exclamations of pain, but I think I hear a giggle escape her when my pattern is established. My mixed hint of disappointment and amusement is quickly washed away by the realisation that this is green light to go harder.
With my left hand I take her by the tied wrists and pull. She screams out through gritted teeth, and the look she gives me is reminiscent of when I entered her room unannounced, but she is in no position to fight back. I push deeper into her, faster, harder, occasionally smacking her hard enough to cause her to jolt. The sounds coming from her only serve to build me up and give her more. Eventually the build up is too much, she feels so good around me that I struggle to keep control. I ease my grip on her as I reduce pace to try and compose myself. She grunts and struggles out of my grip but manages to hold onto me, and begins to push back into me, rocking back and forth, a little out of my control, Her movement is making this difficult, I don't think I can hold on much longer. Her grip is tight, not allowing me to back away, but instead she pulls me closer to her until I almost fall on top of her. I wasn't prepared for this. Although I have control of her, I have lost control of myself. I have lost this little battle, and proceed to further give in to the moment. I take hold of her arms and continue to plough into her with all I have. Her screams and moan get louder as I get harder, and again, I'm sure I hear the occasional yes escape her lips. Damn, she feels so good. I can fight it no longer, I let go with a growl and shoot jet after hot jet inside her for what feels like an age, and with the final spurt I collapse on top of her.

Housemates - 1/3

I was so glad for the long weekend ahead. Not that I had any plans, but just the thought of being away from work for two additional days was heaven. It had been a long week, and a particularly long and difficult day. Not what I had sign up for when I chose to work at the office. But at least that and the nightmare staff and customers were finished with for a while.

I stepped into the house, and as usual it was freezing. All the heating had packed up and it had been some time since the landlord had promised to fix it. I drag myself up to my room, throw my things on the floor, and grab my robe before heading downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a beer out of the fridge, slam the door shut, then head to the living room and drop myself on the sofa to take advantage of having an empty house for the weekend as two of the remaining three housemates are away for the weekend. I watch a little TV to try and unwind, only to fall asleep in front of the Simpsons.

I am awoken by some keys in the door, forgetting the remaining housemate. I hear her shake her umbrella then slam the door shut. "Amelia?" I enquire. I hear a sigh as she struggles to remove her boots and stomps her way towards me. I turn and look at her, only to see she's soaked through. She glares at me, "What Jack!?" she sharply asks. "I was just checking it was you. Is it raining?" I ask. She just looks me up an down, failing her attempt not to screw up her face, then leaves without answering, almost stomping her feet up the stairs.

She and I interact daily, but rarely at length, and it's usually restricted to house business. We have lived together for nearly 2 years now. When we first met, she seemed cold, but I knew this wasn't the case after my first conversation with her, she just likes her peace. I can certainly understand that.

I hear her return downstairs and move around the kitchen. Something isn't right, she seems upset or restless, doors and drawers are opened and slammed. "Are you ok?" I shout to her. There is a pause in her movement, then she shortly continues, a little quieter though. When her movement around the kitchen stops, I hear her approach the living room, then she pauses for a while, I don't turn to look at her, I just wait. She then turns and heads back to her room.

This isn't right. I have always liked her, even with her wall, she is hard working and very caring. I have seen her smile, it is a thing of beauty, as is she herself. I force myself out of my seat. We don't need two angry people ruining our long weekend off. I head in to the kitchen, and make some coffee and toast and bring them to her room. When I knock on her door, I hear another sigh and some fumbling before she stomps to the door and opens it slightly. "What?!" She asks me, quietly, but sharply. "I brought you these." I reply, showing her the food. She stares blankly at me before taking them and quietly forces out a "thanks", then closes the door. I sigh, then loudly ask "Do you want to talk about it?". I hear her place the cup and plate down before opening the door to me. She questions my motives, then what follows is the only argument we have ever had. Whatever happened to her today was being taken out on me, and as this was already the day I thought I had left behind, I retaliated in kind. This was not me, I don't argue, and the more I did, the more upset I got. I had always been attracted to her, but for the sake of a peaceful house I had never attempted to cross that line. Now  I find myself fighting with her over nothing, both of us fuelled by anger built up throughout the day. I pause a moment while she continues to rant, and find myself noticing she is not fully dressed. I have seen her in less, but something about her right now has captivated me. She catches me looking at her, and I see an explosion of rage build up in her face before she slams the door in mine. Damn.

I go to walk away, but find myself entering her room to apologise. She looks at me in shock, I have never entered her room before, this was against our unspoken rules. "What are you doing?!" She asks and she points at the door. "I just wanted to apologise," I start to say before she cuts me off. "What gives you the right to come into my room?!" She protests as she starts to push me back. But before I leave, I fight back "Look! You're not the only person to have the occasional bad day," I exclaim, "All I wanted to do was check on you and make sure you ok! Excuse me for trying to do something nice!". "Yeah, well, there's no need," she replies "I can take care of myself!". "I know that," I reply, "I was just...!" I struggle to find my next words, meanwhile her face is in mine, almost taunting me. I look at her, her eyes, her lips, and then I lose control of myself, and kiss her, to which she instantly slaps me, hard. The shock hits us both, and there a moment of silence. I take a step back, nodding, and just before I turn to walk away, Amelia reaches out in a half hearted attempt to stop me and apologies, but she stops herself. I make it as far as the door, but something makes me stop and slowly turn around. I see a confused look on her face as she can't read me or what I'm about to do. My anger had passed before I reached the door, I am now appearing calm as I walk towards her, she tries to take a step back, but her back is against the wall, and as I reach her, I grab her arms tightly, and kiss her again, this time deliberately. I feel her at first trying to move with the intent to fight me off, but my hold is strong and before long her struggle lessens.

After five minutes I stop kissing her, her face is still in a state of anger, but her struggle against me stops. I let her go, and she slaps me again, but not as hard. The expression on my face causes her eyes to widen in what I assume is a little fear. I grab her by the throat, and kiss her again. I can feel her pulse racing in my hand. I'm a big guy, but she is a fighter, she could end this any time she chooses, but she doesn't. She does slap me once more though, and I think I see a smirk on her face. I then throw her to her bed, after which she looks back at me like a woman ready to fight, but there is not much of one. We enter somewhere new, where she seemingly accepts the role of being my prey.

I reach for her, grabbing her legs and pulling her towards me, my hands works my way up them until I reach her panties, which I pull off with ease. Before her legs close I see a glistening spot between them. I climb on to the bed and drag her to the foot of it, overcoming her half-hearted resistance and bending her over my knees, holding her down with my left arm. I raise her blouse up of her rear end and subject her a few hard strikes with my right hand. She jolts with each one, and then I squeeze each cheek before subjecting her to more spankings, not stopping until her behind is red. I let her loose and she rises to her feet, glaring at me with what can only be described as fake anger as rub her behind. I look her up and down, and I see the curiosity in her eyes as she looks back. I slowly stand up and walk towards her, towering over her, I almost hear her heart pounding as I slowly remove my robe and hold on to the tie before I let it drop to the floor. I take hold of her left wrist, and she voluntarily offers me her right at the same time, and I tie them together, tightly, at which she winces a little when I pull. I point to a post at the head of her bed, indicating where I want her, and she obeys without hesitation. She hooks her tied hands over the post, and I pull her feet towards me, stretching her out, limiting her movement. I forcefully part her legs and kneel between them, holding her in place, and ripping her blouse open to reveal her mismatched bra. I slowly examine her body from her breasts down to her wet patch, then back up to meet her eyes. I can see she's a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to make that any better. Placing my left hand on her hip to hold her, I start to spread her lips a little to get my fingers wet, then, with my eyes fixed on hers, I playfully tease her button, causing her to gasp and squirm. Hearing hers whimpers is quite pleasurable, and her movements are mouth watering. I decide I want to taste her, so I shuffle back and lower my head to her stomach,  and start to kiss my way downwards. She struggles a little more, and I think I hear a "no" escape her breath, but I ignore it. I kiss my way to her thighs, alternating between each inner thigh as I make my way up to where they meet in the centre. She gasps sharply as I take one quick, strong lick up the centre, then I slowly circle her button with my tongue before gradually working it's way into her entrance. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. The more she struggles, the tighter I grip her waist. It seems she cannot decide if her legs want to grip my head tightly, or kick me away, but I gave her no choice, I wanted her to suffer. I tease her, never letting her reach the edge. I want to drive her as crazy as she drives me, every time she passes me on the landing wearing nothing but a towel, every time I walk past her room hearing her muffled whimpers coupled with that buzzing toy of hers that does the job I have always desired to do, every time she smiles at me, all the little seemingly insignificant things she does that get my pulse racing. Well now her pulse is racing too, and there is nothing she can do about it. But this is cruel. I hear her short breaths, she wants it to end, I can feel it. I want her to tell me, I want her to ask for it, beg for it even. Right now she is under my control, and I like it. My mind wonders, thinking about what I could do, what I could make her do, I may never get another chance to live out all my fantasies of her. My train on thought is broken by her as she cries out. I will let her have this. I speed up, I apply more pressure to and around her delicious nub, her body somehow raises before she cries out again and splashes my face in her mini climax. This is satisfying, I could do this all day, a notion she will no doubt come to appreciate as I show no sign of decreasing. Her leg starts to tremble and her breathing becomes laboured. No, I won't stop, not yet. This isn't over, not by a long shot.

Candy Cane Part One Side B.

I sat there waiting for him to come home staring at the tv but not really taking in what was going on.
I knew he would be mad about the car - not so much the damage but that I wasn't wearing my glasses.
 
The scent of the food is filling the house but my stomach is in tight knots thinking things through my mind else where, my hands flattening the new skirt I brought in town.
I didn't hear him come in until the front door slammed shut .
Quickly pressing the remote I moved to the floor my legs slightly parted kneeling, making the skirt raise higher up my thighs I reach out adjusting the position of the switch slightly, just seeing it there sets my mind racing my stomach in knots again the heat between my thighs making my mind spin.
Bowing my head I am glad as my hair falls forward covering the blush I can feel rising in my cheeks my hands move to my lap as he walks in the room.
The moments silence seems to last forever as he takes in the scene my blouse pressing against my bare breasts I try to control my breathing biting my lip head still bowed I wait for him to speak.
What happened he asks his tone somewhat sterner than I expected makes me look up enough to see him staring down at me, his stature seemingly dominating the room.
  I try to explain beginning to feel a little like the silly schoolgirl I am dressed like my hands pulling on the end of the skirt I catch myself fidgeting as he stands listening, my voice trailing off as he asks if I was wearing my glasses into a whispered no sure he already knows this.
He steps towards me I still don't look up as he asks if I'm hurt I barely mutter a reply of no feeling so stupid now, why did I think this would be a good idea? We had spoken about it before but what was I thinking and why was I so turned on, the heat and wetness between my legs is obvious and I can't take my eyes off the switch.
A half muttered apology is all I manage,
he stands there silent again for what feels like a lifetime his breathing the only sound in the room.
I stand up slowly reach out to touch him my hand hesitates as he steps away making me look up at last not quite meeting his eyes but I can feel them staring at me making me blush again.
Unsure now I bend to pick up the cane my skirt rising cursing myself for not wearing any panties, as I hear a small intake of breath from him.
He must be able to see the wetness between my legs I'm sure if he were closer feel the heat.
I straighten turn arms outstretched a slight tremor in my arms offering him the cane.
Eyebrow raised he continues to stare 'What's this?' He enquires as much as I feel ridiculous having to answer the sound of his voice alone is making me blush again, my voice as I reply hardly disguising my need.
  He takes the switch from my hand and I move without direction to the settee lifting my skirt just high enough as I bend over the arm revealing my bare skin my hands moving to the cushion gripping it I turn and look see the  hesitation in his eyes  the swing of his hand with the cane cutting through the air making me suck in my breath body tensing, the atmosphere in the room heavy with anticipation.
  His hand touching me lifting my skirt sends a small shiver all the way down my spine a small moan escaping from my mouth, his words making me laugh nervously.
  The first touch I'm not expecting it lands a small sound but seems to fill the room. 
I feel the slight sting as it lands the small heat spreading not realising I had been so tense waiting I feel myself relax my shoulders drop twice more quite quickly he strikes and I feel the initial sting   where it lands the heat afterwards spreading.
I feel him hesitate a moment hand still holding my skirt up, the cool air against my reddening skin soothing it.
My head raising I turn and catch the steely glint appear his eyes feel his hand already holding my raised skirt pressuring down on my back so I'm unable to move his grip tightens on the end of the cane I turn my head as it cuts through the air this time it strikes harder than before I knew it was coming and exhale a long breath the sting and burning from the strike making me bite my lip hard I try to wiggle free but his hand is firmly placed on my back holding me still, the next few in quick succession the whistling of the cane cutting through muffled as the sting increases the white noise everything becomes fuzzy and as the strength of each strike increases the only thing I am aware of is the wetness between my legs the need for more.
He strikes again, this time a moan of pleasure escaping my mouth, and again harder still, I know I must be red raw by now, I can feel where each strike has landed picture the stripes standing out livid across my pale skin.
What seems like forever he continues going across previous spots I cannot help but after a while each strike making me cry out in equal parts pleasure and pain the tears rolling down my face hot and sweaty hardly able to catch my breath soaking the cushion my face is buried in muffling my sobs, my legs shaking feel like jelly under me, his hand I'm sure is the only thing holding me up.
He stops as suddenly as he started, pulling me up my skirt falling against my stinging skin his arms around me feel so good wiping my face as best I can I see the concern in his face but that is not what I need now,  before he has a chance to think on it I pull his tie loose holding it in my hands wrists close together looking up into his face my eyes pleading with him what I cannot put into words, he hesitates only for a second before  taking it from me bounding my wrists tightly without saying another word I move back over the arm of the settee.
The next strike comes quickly as hard as the last the shock making me curse out loud a few more strikes and the tears start again  harder now each one seems to hurt more than before.
I hear the clatter of something hit the floor then another strike this time though his hand skin against skin the pain no less on my already sore butt  but still makes me jump, his hand stays against me a moment before moving a finger running softly pushing between my thighs into me in one movement, my body betraying me making me gasp in pleasure my wrists pulling at the tie, trying to stand a little embarrassed at how turned on i am,
his voice clear and stern chastising me his hand in the small of my back holding me down on the arm of the settee.
A few more strikes his skin meeting mine each one loud in the room making me moan and cry out.
His movement changes behind me, hand still on my back holding me down but the spanking has stopped.
I can almost feel him touching me, I know he has moved,  then slowly just the tip at first pushing in, entering me, taking his time I make a half hearted protest until he's buried deep inside me adjusting to his size as his rhythm builds, my protests turning to gasps and moans of pleasure, the tie loosening around my wrists as I go to move my hands I feel his full weight on top of me pinning me down  his one hand grabbing both of my wrists holding them, his shallow breathing in my ear my teeth sinking into his arm biting down fingers digging into the cushion as he looses himself thrusting harder still into me.
My blouse straining tight against my chest as it gets caught between us wriggling and squirming under him feeling it open up at the chest
My head now buried in the cushions I feel my own needs taking over my  moans of pleasure with no attempt to hide them now sound distant, the white noise taking over everything becoming fuzzy as I feel myself moving closer to the edge, his change in power each thrust made with purpose tells me he knows how close i am keeping me hanging there, as what feels like hundreds of small jolts of electricity run through me across my body making me tense and cry out tighten around him the heat of his body pressed on mine the sting of my sore skin the cane marks burning from where he is leant against me I feel him swelling in my tight wetness closer himself now pushing me over the edge my whole body taut his pace not changing as I squirm under his weight trying to push up to meet his thrusts the need to have him in me completely taking over my stomach tightening my breath catching the waves of my climax crashing like a storm around me his grip on my wrists tighter his urgency and need now taking him over deep hard loosing its rhythm until he holds inside me buried deep breathing heavy a deep moan the tension leaving him as he collapses a dead weight on me before we fall to the floor laying there silent in our own thoughts, I turn cuddling into him as we catch our breath everything starting to ache now in the most beautiful way.
I stand adjusting my clothes the best i can smiling down as he lays there.
"Hungry?" I ask before heading towards the kitchen.