As You Wish

She was anxious. She could feel how sweaty her palms were as she pulled the door closed behind her. Every click of her heels resounded against the tiles, echoing in her ears; as she crossed the small apartment. She never knew what he'd have in mind for her next. She walked to the glass doors leading to the balcony. A slight grin crept across her lips as she recalled her last visit - he'd pressed her against the glass and had his way as she peered at the lights from neighboring balconies. Odds were that nobody in the immediate vicinity looked up and witnessed her painted against the glass but there was always the off chance someone watched him take her seemingly out in the open.

She pulled the latch and slid the door aside stepping gingerly out onto the landing. The night air was moist and somewhat tepid and she could just make out the smell of someone cooking mingled with the scent of citronella. She thought perhaps it would please him even more to move directly outside. She was genuinely afraid of being seen, as the balconies really offered no mask against the many rows along the face of this building. To the front and sides were more balconied windows as the buildings enclosed a small courtyard below.  The prospect of arousing him awoke something deep inside her, overruling any objections she could muster.

He was dominant yet gentle, never threatening. He made clear what he wanted usually as he was taking it. She never thought herself to be submissive until he got his hands on her. Surrendering to his will lit her insides on fire. Turning him on and getting him off was an ever growing challenge, each time they were together was an adventure into shattering personal boundaries. When he was fully aroused he craved unspeakable things... and she ached to arouse him and satiate every wicked desire.

She stepped across the compact terrace and lit the citronella candles on the nearby stand pausing a moment to spy any possible voyeurs. She leaned against the railing and looked over the side head cocked, ear poised to take in any audible evidence of an audience. There were signs of life but few and far between, it was mostly dark and quiet. She inhaled deeply trying to calm herself, she was already so excited...

Just as she exhaled, he approached her from behind; she felt his hand find its way to her hip, squeezing gently he pulled her against him. She automatically pressed back into his embrace and listened to his breathing feeling his chest rise and fall against her back. He was calm but she could feel his pulse bounding against her. He shifted his weight and turned her to face him, leaning in to kiss her slowly he pressed her against the balcony rail.

She spread her arms out like wings along the railing and gripped tightly, the wind fluttering her tresses as they hung over the edge behind her - a fall from this height would not end well. He broke the kiss and still licking at her lips he leaned into her bracing her with his leg and commanded "Close your eyes, I've got you." She felt the weight of something heavy in his pocket as he steadied her; she wondered briefly and did as she was told.

She felt his hand on her thigh pushing the hem of her skirt aside, her hips started to grind in anticipation of his fingers finding how wet she was already. His fingers searched along her thigh finding instead the elastic of her panties and played along it running up over her hip. Her hips bucked slightly in resistance as he slid his hand down and grabbed her ass tightly. "I'll have this tonight." He stated plainly.

 Her eyes opened, trying to digest what he said, she looked at him. He released her and fished in his pocket "I told you. Close your eyes." Her thighs trembled, but she obeyed him. She wondered if there were any balcony dwellers quietly stealing a view of what was to come. He was a fairly well endowed man; in truth she wasn't sure she could handle all of him. But he wanted it; she could feel how hard he was; so she would try to take whatever he wanted to give her, wherever he wanted to put it.

His left arm pulled her to him, moving his hand down her back he unzipped her dress. His right hand found his way between her thighs rubbing something cold but smooth against her lips. She felt him move the damp cloth aside "Look at me." He said and she opened her eyes as he rolled whatever he was holding between her lips parting them. "I won't leave her out." He explained, as he pushed a small weighted metal ball expertly into her. He held it in place for a moment and pushed yet another one in. He slid her panties back into place and held his hand cupping her, helping her to hold the remarkably heavy spheres in place.

She searched his face for signs of direction; she knew if he moved his hand she could not hold the weighed spheres herself. His left arm worked delicately back up her spine to the back of her neck untying the only strap now holding her dress up. The fabric slid down her skin where the fabric folded loosely over his wrist. The night air lingered upon her bare chest, her eyes scanning the immediate area, suddenly aware of how exposed she was she started to tense.

 "Stand up straight." He insisted. Fighting back panic she focused on his voice and stood tall and rigid. "Relax these muscles." He said gently as his fingertips traced her spine downward between her shoulder blades. She slowly dropped her shoulders, exhaling, and tried to ease her pith. "Push your ass out and up." He stated calmly letting his hand glide down her length; his middle fingers coming to a rest between her cheeks. She pressed against him to keep her balance as she followed his direction. "Don't tighten here." he said as he pressed his fingers against her "Relax." He paused to hold her kissing her softly.

Her muscles screamed as she sought to master them. As her eyelids closed she glimpsed their shadow plastered along the side of the building illuminated and enlarged by the candle light. His soft full lips melted away her surroundings; she would drown in his kisses, while the whole world watched if he wanted her to.  "Use your legs, tighten your thighs." He told her as his right hand moved to brace her she could feel the fingers of his left penetrate her. She jerked but he pressed harder against her, her thighs jittered and her hips were quivering.

He dipped his fingers into her and slightly parted them, shocking her muscles into dropping the sticky wet globe. She flushed immediately feeling her ears stinging with chagrin. He leaned into her letting her feel his full hardness knowing it drove her. His hand had prevented her from dropping the ball but he didn't press it back in, instead he asked her "Can you feel the difference in your muscles?"

 Catching her breath back she thought about it, she could discern between his fingers moving in and out of her and the weighted, sloppy wet pressure. Goose bumps ran across her flesh and her fingers chased them down across her hardened nipples to her lower abdomen. With her fingertips she could feel exactly which muscles she needed to use. She squeezed a little to test and found she could hold one... it was a struggle but she had it. She looked in his eyes as she put her arm around his neck and pulled herself up on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.  

He caught her readily and steadied her, rubbing his massive length against her warm and swollen lips. He rewarded her obedience by carrying her inside where she could more easily surrender to his wishes. He could feel her thighs twinge against him, and knew her muscles were starting to burn. He moved to the couch to allow her a simpler position not wanting to overwork unused muscles. However, as he approached he felt her silken skin against him gliding slowly downward slipping from his grasp.

She writhed her way down manipulating her new found muscles, careful not to let the one silvery sphere escape her clasp. The burn was becoming intense; she could feel fire running up to her navel, aching sparks licking at her ribs and her thighs were trembling with effort. She knew she would surely lose her grip too soon, yet she craved him so badly she dared not disappoint him. She dropped directly to her knees before him, clenching them tightly together. Her hands quickly found his thighs, her petal soft lips searching hungrily for a taste of his manhood.

He withdrew sharply barking angrily at her. “No. You don’t make choices; you do as you’re told. You don’t deserve me in your mouth do you?” He grabbed her hair tugging her up from the floor. “No...” she murmured huskily as he embossed his hand print into her ass cheek. She jumped; the sting licking at her nerve endings distracted her making her drop the clutched object with a hollow clang onto the floor. He jerked her onto the arm of the couch commanding her to face away from him and straddle it, before retrieving the brilliant little trainers.

He moved behind her abruptly, yanking aside her panties aside he pumped his fingers into her dripping wet slit. “Get them wet like a good girl.” She moaned loudly easily accommodating his directive. He pulled his fingers out of her smearing her juices between her cheeks. She could feel her juices seeping down her thighs; her hips bucked involuntarily anticipating him penetrating her newly lubricated foramen. She heard the metallic sound of the balls clinking together before he stuffed them one by one back into her. “Hold them in place.” He insisted.

She reached under herself cupping her warm mound another low groan escaped her as the heel of her hand rubbed her hardened button. He stung her ass again as his voice boomed “No! You can’t enjoy this until I tell you to.” He grabbed her free arm bending it back behind her forcing her spine to arch. “What do I want?” He whispered into her ear. “My ass” she replied throatily. “No, it’s mine. Show it to me.” He demanded.

Her hand moved with humility, spreading wide her most private place for him to see. He lined himself up letting his thick hard head throb against her. “Rock back; take me as deeply as you can into you.” She pressed backwards biting her lip. Her nerves ran wild in her stomach, chill after chill danced across the span of her shaking body as she fought back tears. His hips began to move gracefully with hers plunging deeper into her with each stroke. “Come on little girl, show me you can take it all.” He dared her.

She held her breath and thrust backwards letting his full erection sink into her. She felt the warm rigidity of his stomach muscles press against her pinkened tush. Though she tried; each time he sunk deep into her, her pelvic floor contracted and one of the small globular objects would spill out. “Push them back in.” He tasked her as he pulled slowly out. She exhaled breathily “As you wish.”  Her muscles started to move seemingly on their own. She could barely tighten the thew she was so proud to have found.

He stroked her hair impassionedly, penetrating her gently. She could feel every muscle from her core to her hip bones ablaze with lust... and spasm. He could feel her clenching become more controlled though her trembling thighs gave way to shaking. “You may let one go.” He offered generously. Her fingers plied the sticky orbs, expelling one saturated weight from her aching vortex. He clutched her hips tightly and pounded into her, accelerating his pace gliding in and out of her harder testing her anal malleability.

A sheer mist of sweat blanketed her skin as her body worked in rhythms between his passionate yet forceful thrusts sinking completely into her and her hand working furiously to contain the globe in such a sopping wet gash. Her moans became growls, low guttural gasps, and animalistic murmurs.  Her body shuddered involuntarily as he slammed into her. Her tremors were his cue to break her hand free of its chore; he drew her arm back directing her to use her hands to spread her pliable buns.

He drove himself into her, his weight bearing down on her tender undulating hips hammering her beaten wet pussy into the couch arm. “Ride” He purred into her ear as his arms grazed her ribs reaching for her breasts. She bucked acquiescently suddenly feeling heat welling up in her, a slow grinding wave of almost nausea. She started to feel light headed and sank back into him; he wrapped his arms tightly around her as the final ball gushed out from inside her in a flood of cum and body fluid. Her knees locked, her thighs twitched, her ribs tingled, her body shook, and her ass clenched tight.

He let out a low, deep chested howl as he pulled out and slid himself between her quaking ass cheeks, spattering them and her lower back in a warm sticky mess. He held her securely in his arms and trembled against her, kissing her neck. “You make me want to do these things to you...” His voice hummed softly in her ear. She stepped back shrugging him off of her. He stepped back standing clear of her recovered form.

As she turned to face him she slapped him squarely across his face. The sound of the clap echoed in his ears and stung the inside of his mouth. “You completely ruined my panties.” She said tugging on them letting them slide down her legs. She charged him again taking his flaccid shaft in hand “Never tell me I don’t deserve this cock. It’s for me. Do you understand me?”  She said squeezing gingerly.

He partially stiffened in her grip before sliding to his knees before her. He nuzzled his face in her knees and muttered “Yes mistress.”

“I’m glad we cleared that up” she beamed. “Now fuck me again. Only this time... my way.”

He smirked up at her “As you wish.”

The solution to Temptation

Her heart leapt into her throat she could feel her pulse pounding in anticipation inside her chest echoing into her stomach churning the resident butterflies. Small chills intermittently ran up her spine and spread through her, nerve endings licking at her flesh raising patterns of goose bumps across her milky white skin. Her mind reeled at her body's reaction; she hadn't expected to be this visibly aroused. The following instant her mind was made up. Who was she to argue with chemistry? 

Up until that moment she had held herself back knowing full well it wasn't allowed. He had his own life and she had hers, each happily partnered and monogamous. Neither of them went looking for each other nor were they looking to change their current situations. Yet somehow she found herself needing to make special efforts to restrain herself an awful lot lately. There was an underlying urge constantly present just daring her to react without thinking.

But she was stronger than that. She bit her tongue and stayed her hand refusing to start what she knew she would inevitably finish if it ever began. She was pleased when she found he was loyal, in the end it made him all the more attractive. Of course acting on any impulse would ruin that, both would end up feeling guilty after and surely that would extinguish any spark there was before. Despite all of that the flirting came more frequently and the teasing game had long since begun. 

The tension had been building, gaining more ground, pushing the bar a little higher each day over the course of several weeks. Their wordplay was always laced with lustful intent however they kept physical boundaries. Occasionally he would sit her on his lap but she was careful not to lean, press, or brush against anything off limits. She struggled to hush the impulses that came to mind but her body argued aching to be free of her will. When he touched her, even innocently, her insides screamed but she mastered herself showing no signs of the war raging within her… up until now.

He took her by her hips guiding her gently into his lap and she was fine. Her body hungered for him but complied with her wishes. She grinned thinking she had won this round until he spoke her name softly. With one breathy word she came undone, every measure of control dissipated instantly coursing raw instinct through her like water through a flood gate. Weeks of pent up desire hammered her senses simultaneously, making her body tremble. 

She turned her head to take in his reaction; surely he could feel her muscles twitching against his thighs. Her eyes rested upon his unwavering smile, his expression didn't even change when a soft murmur escaped her lips as her breath finally returned. Just as she began to regain her composure it occurred to her that he knew full well how he was affecting her and what's worse he was enjoying it. In that instance her defiant nature kicked in and the decision was made. It was within her power to do the same to him but that would not suffice. Release was what her body demanded and rules or not she would have it. 

She re-positioned herself carefully resting one leg over his right thigh, her ass resting on his left leg nearer to his hip. Her back lay across his chest and she rested her head against his neck so as she exhaled she breathed gently in his ear. Her body moved of its own accord no rhyme, no reason, no plan. Her hand slipped behind her seeking out the button on his jeans. Her fingers toyed with the button a while giving him time to object. He made no move to assist her but he didn't stop nor question her intent either. She wondered if he might just allow her to have her way with him after all.  

Whatever he might have been thinking when she slid his zipper down it was obvious he was perfectly ready for whatever she had in mind. She grinned running her hand from his zipper to his hand ushering his fingers around his own thick member. She wrapped her fingers around his and pumped her wrist slowly. Stroking him with his own hand she began to loosen her grip minding his every movement as he took control of the speed and rhythm. 

Watching and learning how he worked himself, what changed that smiling expression, or quickened his breath excited her so. Her hips were moving on their own as she watched his gaze take her in, she writhed as his eyes made their way to hers  exploring them almost questioningly. In reply she arched her back breaking the gaze to purr in his ear as she ran her hand along her thigh letting her fingertips drag the silken cloth of her skirt up along her skin. She felt his pace quicken as her fingers found their mark and slid aside the scant fabric concealing her. 

 In one swift and unexpected movement he'd shifted her position moving her up along him where her breasts were at his eye level opening up his view of the rest of her as well. She obliged his new view by spreading herself for him letting her fingers work in small circles. Watching him watch her was exhilarating; she arched her back and rolled her hips letting one finger slide inside her. She watched him closely letting her hips buck within the same rhythm as his stroking imagining how he would feel inside her. 

She was dangling on the edge of orgasm, thoughts of him taking control of her and breaking all the rules rapidly drowning out the real events taking place. She knew if she didn't let go soon she'd lose what little control she had left. She shifted and straddled him, his strokes coming so close to touching her she could feel the friction as his pace picked up speed. She rocked her hips letting her fingers slip in and out of her matching his pace and leaned forward letting her forehead rest on his. She looked in his eyes and let herself explode as she felt his warm gush on her lips and fingers. She rubbed it in as the last few tremors shook through her body. She righted herself and stated throatily "Tease me again and see what happens."  His unwavering smile returned playing across his lips once again.

1 girl, 2 girls, 3 girls, 4... O.O

Originally posted on April 5 of 2007

After spending some time within the bi and lesbian scene online, a lady and I who happened to clique decided we should get together. We arranged a trip to Provincetown which is now and always will be one of my favorite places on the planet. I booked a room on the dunes, rented a car, and swept Lea away from the airport. So began the most unforgettable night of my life, little did I know Lea would play such a small part in it.

Lea was a relatively plain somewhat hefty lady. We did the usual things at first, a light meal and some shopping on Commercial Street. We hit all the toys stores viewing the year's new and improved pleasure devices.

One store in particular essentially began the ruination of our relations. I walked in looking over some humorous T-shirts when something thumped me in the back of the head. I thought how unusual.. What the hell could have… and as I turned my head I was startled by the most creative method of displaying dildo's I had ever seen. Why, they were suspended from the ceiling. I had just been thumped in my dome by the equivalent of something that looked like it had belonged to a horse.

The clerk having seen my startled expression hurriedly ran over and escorted me to a display with more head room, a shelf of Rabbits. There she held the buzzing bunny, its base a-twirling, the head a-wobbling and the namesake clit teaser buzzing away at speeds that could burn calories if applied properly. The clerk asked me if I'd like to hold it as she pressed it into my hand. Lea saw this and came running as though the woman were about to stab me with it.

She placed herself directly between us and purposely spoke over the clerk drowning out any attempt she made to explain the rabbit's features with her professional pool playing stories. To my dismay this behavior continued on everywhere we went. If I smiled at someone she planted herself between us. If I spoke to so much as a clerk she would intervene and insist I gave her my undivided attention. After an entire day of this I'd had enough and decided I needed a beer.

We went into a quaint little bar that housed several pool tables and just so happened to carry my beer of choice, Corona. I skipped the ladylike ceremony and ordered two with lime and a shot of Goldschlager. I collected my drinks and meandered over to the pool table to see what miss pro player was made of.

Apparently they don't expect a lot of pro players where she is from, because I mopped the floor with her. I'd sink a ball and then a shot followed by emptying yet another beer. Somewhere around my fifth or sixth of what was to be 15 total Corona's The prettiest blonde I'd ever seen came in with two other women.

By god she smelled good. She was paired to a thin masculine but good looking brunette who apparently was celebrating her birthday. Diane and Cindy asked if we could play partners as the other tables were taken. They were a riotous pair and kept me laughing as they delighted in me staring down their low cut shirts when they took their shots. Cindy explained that Diane's birthday wish was to have a threesome while Rose, the third of their party managed to pry the overbearing Lea away to locations unknown.

Diane leaned in to take a shot at the 8 ball and looked up at me. A smiled played across her lips as she moved the cloth of her blouse aside revealing the lace of her bra. Cindy pressed up against me from behind whispering "She's never had a redhead or a threesome." in my ear. I could feel her hot breath licking at my earlobe, the fullness of her hips pressing against mine, and the loss of inhibition began to sink in as I inhaled her sweet feminine scent.

"That's a shame" I replied throatily "Everyone should experience a redhead at least once. They don't call it a firebox for nothing you know." My mind was reeling, I could hardly believe I was spitting out shameless come ons so easily.

I was wondering if I had the nerve to let my body back up what my mouth was saying as she slid her hand up the back of my shirt. Her fingertips sent shivers up my spine as she slid them slowly down to the waistband of the cut off shorts I was wearing. She tugged gently on the back of my thong making it ride up just enough to put pressure on what was becoming a very wet place. Her other hand grazed my thigh and I let out a soft murmur.

I heard myself and felt the butterflies dancing in my stomach. The room felt so hot and I was certain everyone in the bar heard me. If they hadn't surely they would if I didn't maneuver my way out of this quickly. Diane sank the 8 ball and stood up grinning wildly as she watched her lover moving in on me. My skin was a mass of tingling nerves and I knew if this went on much longer we would end up on the pool table so I moved myself from Cindy's grasp and hurriedly applied the ladies room excuse.

I let myself in the small bathroom sneaking a glance in the mirror as I passed to the tiny metal walled stall. Well at least I didn't look as drunk as I was I thought as it dawned on me that I wanted to look as fuckable as possible for… women. It also occurred to me as I heard the bathroom room door open that the 'ladies' room probably wasn't the place to go if you needed to sneak away from ladies.

I tried to swallow down the desire that had been welling up inside me and leaned against the cool metal stall hoping to chase away the heat that clung to my wanton skin as I opened the stall door.

There stood Diane smiling, her blouse now unbuttoned, Cindy behind her with her hands cupping Diane's fully exposed breasts before me. I felt myself grin as I thought "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." I was panicking in my mind but apparently my body had its own ideas because I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her- Cindy locked in tow into the stall with me. Before I knew it I was kissing her and then craning my neck to kiss Cindy still behind her.

Diane adjusted to the side, her back against the wall. She raised her arms her hands grabbing the top of the stall pulled herself upward raising her hips to chest level her legs essentially straddling my rib cage almost mid air. It's hard to say precisely what Cindy was doing as my tongue ran down Diane's stomach, undoing the snap on her shorts with my teeth, but my shorts were long gone. It sounded as if she was purring as I felt her raise my leg so that it was resting on the toilet seat.

Diane managed some hybrid of gymnastics and contortion and before long I was faced with the most perfect looking slice of womanhood I'd ever seen. I dismissed all notions of reservation and leaned in to lick her lips. The purring sound had become muffled and my mind was split between the task at hand (er.. mouth) and the mysterious sound emanating from beneath us. I understood completely as the shock of vibration shot sensation through my entire body, that Cindy had some manner of small vibrating bullet under her tongue.

I tried desperately not to moan but it wasn't working, the fear of someone walking in and seeing this three way stall stack pumped adrenaline and lust through every sense in my being. I stopped trying to hold back I found that I could moan to my hearts content because Diane's thighs doubled as soundproofing.   

I'm not really sure who slipped or moved or what but the next thing I knew we were sprawled out on the bathroom floor. I'm quite certain several bruises I acquired that evening came from that incident. I looked around trying to both gather my bearings and find Cindy so I could sample her too when I saw Rose standing there hand on hip leaned against the sink.

"Oh Sure, I see how it is. Don't invite old Rosie." She said teasingly "I think we're about to have spectators, you gals might want to find someplace more secluded."

She being the sober one, was able to patch the lot of us back together as we scrambled out of the ladies room, through the bar, and out the back door into the sand on the beach.

There we were all panting uncontrollably laughing like hyenas as we rolled around in the sand.

"I ditched your other half back at your hotel room." Rose proclaimed triumphantly.

"You are a blessing on gorgeous legs." I told her as I pulled her down into the sand with us. Any trace of inhibition I once had apparently got left back in the bar.

Old Rosie was not so old as not to be quite limber because I clearly recall her in a very interesting back bend position when I heard the purring sound yet again.

But that section of this story will have to take place in another part… bitches

(mwuaha)