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Kerry Collins, MD

I looked down at her.

"Both our lusts, remember? Time to fuck."

Truthfully, If I looked at my cock in her helpless mouth one more second, I'd lose it. Groaning, I pulled out of her mouth and laid myself on top of her. Kissing her nose, I said, "Game off, little mental patient."

I removed her gag first, then released her left wrist as I prepared to finally make love with this wonderful young lady.
 
Thomas Gordon

I hated to not feel at my height right this moment – silently cursing the last night that now prevented me from enjoying this wonderful female’s company to the fullest. Right now I needed an aspirin, there sure would be medical staff on the premises to be able to supply me with such – or … and that thought had crossed my mind like a flash as my gaze lingered on my hostess lovely slim ankle and firm legs that were seeming to attract my attention like a most effective magnet – a relaxing soak in a whirl pool. Of course – this luxurious etablissement would have such amenities even in the guest apartments! And who knew .. maybe there would even be a “bath attendant” to give me a relaxing massage from my head down my neck and then down my back along the spine to …

I felt my spirit return when picturing those scenes, noting though that, to my dismay, the lovely bath attendant that had sneaked into my mind was nobody but Madam herself.

“Is something the matter Mr Gordon?” my enchanting hostess’ voice made me realize that my frown must have been rather obvious and that my behaviour was far from polite. After all it sure was nothing that was bothering me that had to do with her.

”I am awfully sorry , Madam Medusa, but I have to admit the last few days were rather strenuous and have obviously taken their toll. One of my reasons for my early arrival was the hope to be able to relax and rest a little before I would fully join the most delicious and promising activities you so invitingly have outlined for me earlier. The truth though is that right now I am feeling rather tense and would be most grateful if you could show me to my apartment. I think a soak in a hot tub and then … didn’t you say I could get a massage? That would be just a perfect start to my stay here. And maybe you would be kind enough to organize for a bottle of chilled Champagne Belle Epoque to be brought to my room? Yes – that was just perfect and I could already feel my headache dissolve picturing the intense pleasure of being spoiled rotten from head to toe for a while.

"Maybe you would do me the honour to show me to my room yourself? And open that bottle of Belle Epoque to toast to my stay at La Maison Blanche while I wait for my luggage to be brought? … but, no, what am I saying! Madam …” I reached out and took her perfectly manicured hand into my larger, stronger one, bowing slightly and pressing a kiss not on the back of her hand but on the inside of her wrist. ”... forgive me, please! I take it you are much to busy to personally take care of each of your guests…” my sparkling dark eyes though indicating that I was far from giving up my hopes she would indeed reward me with her company for a little longer – for much longer if I had a say in that matter actually !
 
Shadow:

"Both our lusts, remember? Time to fuck." And she pulled away. Yes, I spread my legs wanting her, needing her.
She lay atop me.
"Game off, little mental patient." And removed the gag. At first I simply worked my jaw, like she had shown me earlier. Silently watching her undo my wrist. Yes, that's it. Undo both and you will see my lust. Come on. One more. My eyes burning into her as she slowly moved to my right wrist. My left alread free, though my arm a bit numb. Working it a bit I wanted her to move faster.
Not sure whether this animal feeling in me was hunger, power or the sheer desire she had built up in me. There.
I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands over her, down her back to her ass. Holding her tight. Her cock caught betwen us. Slowly wrapping my leg around her and gaining leverage. Then.
"I'll show you lust." I growled in her ear.
And I flipped her, or tried to at least. But she must have training too. For she countered and we stayed right where we were. Pulling her head back and grinning.
A twinkle in her eyes as she responded.
 
Medusa

As he kissed the inside of my wrist I melted. I looked into those magnificent, mischievous dark eyes and smiled devilishly, my eyes twinkling with the thought of him in the hot tub with bubbles, champagne.. and me.
I would be happy to give him a nice relaxing massage myself. As a matter of fact, I was pretty good at it.. or so I have been told in my earlier days. my paperwork can wait.. I thought.

“I would be happy to show you to your room” I said as he was still holding my hand in his. We stood up. He was standing in front of me, looking down at me.. so close I would only have to stand on my toes to be able to kiss him.. and that thought did cross my mind to be honest.
My head laid back a little, looking up at him “there is chilled champagne in every room. I’m not sure if the Belle Epoque is one of them, but I’m sure you will find them to your liking” my voice sultry and meaningful.

My eyes were an open book, smiling from within.. promising. I knew my own eyes and I had learned to use them, or how not to use them if that was what the situation required.
I didn’t want to give in to my desire for this handsome man at first, thinking of all the work that had to be done.. but I had changed my mind and if I met someone to my liking I wasn’t afraid to show it. And I mainly showed it with a specific look in my eyes.

“Please Mr Gordon.. follow me” he let go of my hand and I led the way out of my office, into the hall, up the marble stairs, my hips swinging slightly with every step, looking over my shoulder for a moment to see if he was following. I chose to walk to the East Wing where there were not too many rooms occupied yet. “Would you like the corner room? It has sunlight and its peaceful” partially thinking about his well-being so he would find some rest these days.. but, more importantly, thinking we would have little chance of being disturbed in the next few hours..
 
There she stood and I was unable to let go of her hand, feeling her heartbeat quicken and her pulse become more distinct under my thumb – or was it only wishful thinking? Thinking that those very hands would be touching me – run across my back, through my hair. And then there were those eyes! Her eyes that seemed to pull me into them; Medusa indeed – whoever had a look at her was lost, not wanting to ever break contact with those eyes again. The only possible rescue most likely a kiss from those luscious lips; those berry lips I expected to touch mine any moment, so close, so tempting and yet unreachable if I wanted to keep even a trace of chance in her books.

But wasn’t there something now in those hypnotizing eyes that wasn’t there just a moment ago? A sparkle, a mischievous glitter – a promise? And then those lips moved – talking something about chilled champagne. All I could see were pearly white teeth embedded in rose petals gently moved by a light breeze, the flicker of a pink tongue .. and no longer did I get the meaning of whatever it was she was talking about.

First it felt like a dash of icy water when she stepped back and broke the enchanted moment – no longer could it have been, and reluctantly I let go of her hand.

“Please Mr. Gordon … follow me” Taking a deep breath I regain my composure, making a silent vow to not let this fairy tale creature catch me in her spell again while I follow her down the hall and up a flight of stairs, “her derriere as spectacular as her front view”, I mused. The wing she was leading me to did seem quiet, “How considerate” I thought, “remembering my earlier expressed desire for peace and rest.” But my little “devil” whispered: “and no one close by to disturb you!”

She opened a door at the end of the hall. “Would you like the corner room? It has sunlight and its peaceful”, her voice revealing much more than just thought about my well being. “Sounds perfect, Madam” I replied, following her into the elegant apartment.

“Excuse me Madam, … Medusa, … may I dare offer you a glass of the champagne and toast to my stay here before I take advantage of the amenities? And if you would like to add to my well being, how about you call me Thomas? “

While talking to her I had crossed the room – hoping she hadn’t left and made me look like a total fool. On a table there was indeed a cooler with a bottle of champagne; a Dom Perignon, telling me she had good taste in even the little details. I fiddled with the bottle to open it, noticing two long stemmed glasses – “made for her lips to sip from them” I thought.

I thought I had heard the door being closed – and my heart missed a beat. Had she left?
Or would she be standing there, ready to give my vacation a special start?

I made a vow to myself: "If she is still there I shall have her - now!" The strong male hunting instinct kicked in, the instinct of the conqueror, and I intended to ride that wave of adrenalin and endorphine that had completely washed away all headache and fatigue.

A glass in each hand, my eyes glowing with a now no longer suppressed or hidden desire, I turned around ...
 
Medusa

I opened the door and slipped into the room, he followed and looked around until his eyes fell on the champagne and the two glasses ”..may I dare offer you a glass of the champagne and toast to my stay here before I take advantage of the amenities? And if you would like to add to my well being, how about you call me Thomas? “
I observed him as he walked through the room, over to the champagne. I found him one of the most handsome men I had ever met. His walk w as elegant in a masculine way and I couldn’t help but wonder what those cloths would reveal.

I closed the door behind me it sounded shrill in our silence. I leaned back against the door imagining how he would make love to me, his eyes projecting the passion underneath. And it was that passion that drew me to him, made me want him so badly.
As he heard the sound of the closing door, his body froze for a split second but I noticed it as I was observing him so closely. Instantly I knew what crossed his mind and I kept silent while he filled the glasses, slowly, picked them up and slowly turned around.
I smiled at him, mischievously.. my expression saying that I was still here and all his.

“I would love to toast to your stay..” I said in a sultry voice “.. Thomas” I emphasized as he handed me a glass. Again he stood before me.. I took the glass from him and raised it up to him “To a memorable stay for you in La Maison Blanche”
 
Thomas

My eyes turned a shade darker even when I turned around and saw her standing there – leaning against the door. She sure was temptation impersonate – and I hoped she was aware of that. If not she would be knowing in a moment .

When she took the glass and looked at me, I was close to simply pull her into my arms and kiss those lips that seemed to be made for only the purpose of love making – as was her whole body. But I forced myself into my hard earned and over the years further perfected routine of self discipline. I wanted her – I wanted her badly as I could easily tell by the growing bulge in my already tight fitting black pants – but I wanted her in a way that was worthy of her. She sure was no “wam – bam – thank you Ma’m” hooker, she was as classy as a Lady possibly could be.

And when she moved those lips, those full berry lips that spoke of ripe fruit and sweet pleasures, to say my name I felt that those days at La Maison Blanche would indeed turn out special – memorable – beyond my wildest imaginations.

“Medusa – you are stunning, a perfect hostess and I bet you are just the right medicine to help me deal with all .. my tensions..” I looked down at my crotch with a smile she couldn’t misinterpret, then I glanced up at her with an almost boyish, teasing smile from under my eye lashes. Before she had a chance to move away from the door she was leaning against, I put my glass into her hand, and pinned her arms against the most expensive wood – turning her efficiently immobile as she couldn’t really struggle without spilling the precious liquid in the glasses she was holding.

My eyes once again locked with her Medusa-blues and again I kept our mouths only an inch apart – but this time it didn’t stop there. My tongue darted out and licked away a forgotten drop of the champagne from her upper lip, starting a slow teasing , trying to solicit some reaction out of her – I wanted her to want me – I needed to see the same burning desire in her eyes as I felt in my loins …

I never really kissed her – not fully on the lips – just a lick and nipple, just enough to make her think I was about to seal her lips with mine, only to retreat again and start to lick her neck, kiss behind her ears, nibble her earlobe to then return my attention to her pouting lips again. But soon I indeed wasn’t tormenting only her – at least I hoped I did – but myself as well. So I bent to her ear again and whispered “Care to show me the hot tub personally? I have the feeling I am getting increasingly … tense .. by the minute …” and with those last words pressed my in the meantime rock hard erection against her and finally sealed her lips with a kiss that betrayed my burning desire.
 
Julie couldn't help but feel her heart flutter, as Frank led her around, his hand on her arm.
He was very charming, and asked her if there was anything else she wanted to see.
"N...no thank you sir, I already had a small look around just now."
And that was true, she had done a little recconoitering on her own.
Thus she had discovered some of the more extreme rooms...seing all the leather and chains, she had just stared in horror, blushing deepr crimson.
Yet somehow a small part of her wished that Paul's room had been equipped like that.

Julie suddenly realized that they were back in the hall theey came from.
She tried to make small-talk, but didn't know how to start.
There was always the nagging though that Frank--though he was being a perfect gentleman--probably wanted very much to have her in his bed...
Well...at least he is nice...and rather handsome too...
 
Frank

"Julie, shall we go into trhe lounge and have a glass of wine or anything else you might like?"

It was getting a bit too chilly for a swim, and for those light clothes she had on. Maybe sitting by a nice warm fire would feel good

"Actually, it is getting as bit cool, would you like to sit by a nice fire and get warmed up? I have a fireplace in my room and plenty of wood, why dont we go up there for our refreshment? It will be nice and warm"
 
Kerry Collins, MD

OOC:
see the OOC thread for an explanation on my erratic posting. Sorry to hold y'all up.

IC:
I grinned as she tried to roll me over; I easily countered her movement, then felt her hand in my hair, pulling my head back.

"Think you can tease me and get away with it? Think again." She gently bit my exposed throat and nibbled her way down to the clavicle. "You said it was time to fuck; let's do it!" Shadow's hands on my breasts, pulling them and playing with them much as I had done hers.

I reached over to the nightstand again, this time pulling out a condom, which I offered to Shadow.

"You've got to put this on me first." I said, trying to roll off her. She was surprised, so I did manage to roll over, but she hadn't let me go, so she ended up straddling me.
 
Shadow:
Straddling her I ground against her.
"I have never used these. But..." Trying to roll it on. "If it ,means I get to fuck." Growling as my inexperienced hands made a mess of it. smiling at me she expertly rolled it on. Grabbing her hands and holding them to me, then thrusting out with them so that she was pinned, held by my hands and body. I leaned in close.
"Tease me bitch? Make me beg, whimper? Now it's my turn." Wiggling I got her cock at my pussy entrance, but only allowed the head in. Holding her off as she tried to thrust. Slowly realizing at this angle I was Mistress, or pretending it. She was much stronger and could easily take over. My pussy was so wet it was hard to keep her off. Letting go of her hands I sat up, letting her slide into me. Moaning as she did, closng my eyes at the sensation of it all. Her hands caressed my tits, gentle at first then more agressively as I started sliding up and down. Her cock filling my tightness.
"Oh God. I surrender." Letting my hands fall to her breasts, teasing her nipples, then takng both and pinching them a little, as she did mine. Never before had I felt such feelings. Rising up so she was barely in, then letting my full weight drop, over and over.
 
Medusa

He pinned me against the door, in a most tempting manner, a glass in each hand.. without force not giving me a chance to get away.. not that I would have tried..
The tip of tongue teased my lips, softly caressing them, touching them lightly with his own lips. Then turned to my neck.. I shivered, my body was warm and tense with the passion I felt right now, every slight touch intensified.
As I was leaning against the door, my wrists pinned against the doorposts, on leg slightly bend he whispered in my ear “Care to show me the hot tub personally? I have the feeling I am getting increasingly.. tense .. by the minute..”

He pressed his body against me as he finally stopped teasing and pressed his lips against mine. A warm glow rushed through my body, through his cloths and mine I felt his erection.. that was it.. the pistol went off.. I dropped my guards.
I slightly raised my already bended leg between his, softly pressing my thigh against his crotch, gently rubbing it against him. My mouth eagerly responded to his, gasping for his lips and tongue like it was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.
I opened my hands, the glasses fell to the floor and, amazingly enough didn’t break on the thick carpet. In his startle he loosened his grip enough for me to free myself and wrap my arm around his neck. Pulling myself up I passionately kissed him, sucking his lip, fooling around with his tongue.

His hands slid passed my sides to my buttocks until they firmly embraced them, lifting me up, pressing me against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my skirt raised by my parting legs. Through the satin fabric of my panties I felt the erection underneath his trousers and I could only wish the cloths were not there and he would penetrate me right here and now..
 
Thomas:

A splash of bubbling liquid hit the floor and the legs of my trousers when my „captive“ decided it was time to free herself from her „bonds“. It caught me by surprise to see the precious glasses together with their equally precious content tumble to the floor and she managed to free herself from my grip – alas, she didn’t flee!

As a matter of fact – delightful fact – quite the opposite reaction seemed to have been solicited by my teasing. Her arms flung around my neck she conquered me, my mouth, my senses. My hands wrapped around her firm perfect buttocks, I lifted her from the ground. Feeling my muscles contract beneath the thin material of my shirt I silently thanked the many years of training in the martial arts that had made my body a not obvious but most effective “weapon” – with the added bonus of a firm body without looking excessively bulgy.

Her kiss was passionate, liquid fire, that made the taste of the excellent Champagne from before impale in comparison. My hard member, pulsing inside the tight confine of my pants with the increasing speed of my eager heart, seemed as ready to explore the still covered lips as was my tongue to devour her mouth. Standing there, her weight held by her arms around my neck and my arms under her butt, her back pressed against the door, I was close to follow the primal animalistic instinct and love her – no, FUCK her - right there and then.

But that wasn’t what I had in mind – if I did that I would be satisfied, it would be great without doubt, but I would just be one among the many men that without doubt had been worshipping her body before. With a growl I detached my hungry lips from hers and still holding her tight, wrapped around my waist and neck, I stepped back and carried her over to the master bedroom, and further to the adjacent bathroom. Just before I sat her down on the marble sink I pulled out my hands from under her lovely globes, lifting her skirt even higher – and with a smile awaiting her gasp when hot skin would touch cold stone.

“Now, now – you did spill all that lovely champagne down my pants and .... Ohhhh ...” my hands, now free to explore, trailed between her legs, stroking the outside of her skimpy satin panties that a moment ago had been pressed against my hardness. Rubbing them deeper into her warm folds I chuckled “... looks like you spilled it even over yourself – I have the feeling it there is a damp patch right ... here!” my fingers playing just along the outside of her pussy lips, still separated from the delicious flesh by the thin satin layer.

“I think we really need a soak in the tub now ... so why don’t you start running the water and undress while I get the glasses and what is left of the precious liquid you so carelessly spilled?“
 
Kerry Collins, MD

If I'd thought our kiss in the shower had been an epiphany, the moment I'd entered her fully was a religious experience. My eyes rolled back as her powerful, tight pussy gripped and squeezed me. It was a natural and unschooled squeezing, I realized, and that made the sensation even more special.

With the condom, I had a little more control, and was likely to last longer. I moaned and kept playing with her breasts. My own were warm, and felt hard and full at the same time as Shadow squeezed my nipples, almost pinching them. Grinning sheepishly, I looked her in the eyes.

"There's a strap-on in my lingerie drawer. Tomorrow, I'm your prisoner, your toy, your slut." I winked. "Want to fuck me in front of everyone tomorrow?" My face fell. "Oh, damn, tomorrow Medusa wanted to interview me once she gets settled back in." I sighed. "Well, I'm your toy for most of tomorrow, anyway." I kissed her nose.
 
Shadow:
"No, you are my toy all of the day. You said so. I will dress you for the interview." It was amazing how our minds worked, able to fuck and still talk. But then her hands sought out my tits, and all coherant thought flew.
"Oh God. Baby." I moaned, biting my lip. My movements faster as I approached an orgasm. I fell on her then, laying on her, my mouth seeking out hers.
"Fuck me. Fuck me." My words sounding dirty, and erotic even to me. Then silencing myself with her mouth, devouring her tongue as I started to climb the peak.
 
Kerry Collins, MD

I groaned, as she fell onto me, her hips rising and falling as I slid my hands around to squeeze and fondle her beautiful ass. Using my hands, I pressed her closer, her rippling's rhythym changed, she was close to coming. I was holding back, wanting to feel her come once again.
 
Medusa

I gasped for air as he placed me, with my bare skin, on the icy cold sink. so you like to tease me than ey.. I thought. And as he started to lecture me I looked at Thomas with the provoking look of a schoolgirl being punished. My lips slightly curved in a devilish smile, biting my lower lip to complete the picture..

His fingers tickled me as did his words “... so why don’t you start running the water and undress while I get the glasses and what is left of the precious liquid you so carelessly spilled?“
Without spoiling words on the matter I loosened the grip I had on him, giving him the opportunity to leave me on the sink while he turned and walked out of the bathroom.
I followed his walk.. again.. my eyes fixed on his firm ass. This time I bit my lower lip but not as part of a show, that was me.. wanting him.

I slid from the sink. The first thing I did was turn on the hot water for the tub, looking around for some bathing oil to go with it… and finding it. I poured it in but never bothered to look at the fragrance. As I slid my fingers through the water and sniffed the smell it pleased me.. never even considered to try and identify it.

I turned to mirror, looked myself in the eyes as I slid the deep green jacket from my shoulders. I hung it over the chair.. (it’s a big bathroom) and started to unbutton my cream silk blouse, slowly pulling it out of my skirt.
Took of the shirt and tossed it over my jacket. Looked at myself in the mirror. The cream satin bra made my skin look more bronzed than in fact was. I reached behind and pulled down the zipper of my dress. I kicked of my black high healed shoes and pulled the dress down. As I stepped out of them I saw Thomas’ face in the mirror, his eyes fixed on my ass as I reached down to pick up my skirt to throw it over the chair. In both hands he held a fresh glass of champagne..
 
Julie muttered a thank you and followed Frank to his room. Her nervousness was still there, but it was sinking to acceptable levels, as she gradually accepted her new position.

She sat down on the bed, and Frank offered her some champagne.

"N...no thank you, sir. I don't drink..."
 
Thomas:

I kissed her, only brushing her lips with mine to not again get lost in her spell. Then I turned and left the bathroom, leaving her sitting on the sink – her skirt shoved up around her waist, cheeks slightly reddened and her amazing eyes glowing ; oh, what a sight!

I gathered the dropped glasses in the living room and on my way back filled them from the still almost full bottle. My mind wandered – and wherever it went, the tightening feeling in my pants sure didn’t get any more comfortable. With a sigh I opened the bathroom door again – smiling as I saw my enchanting hostess in an advanced state of undress, and I only could guess if maybe “her fingers had done the walking” while I was gone.

Placing the glasses on the edge of the large tub I bent over to feel the temperature of the water – smiling, knowing my ass would be outlined underneath my tight pants and I was rather proud of the tight and firm globes that not many men my age could call their own. The water running merrily into the large tub, spreading a delicious scent, I stood straight again and faced my hopefully soon-to-be mermaid.

With a (what I hoped slightly wicked) smile I fastened my eyes on hers again and then slowly, deliberately and hopefully seductively pulled her hands to open my belt buckle. Ah – it felt so damn good when she lower that zipper and although I knew nothing could be “seen” yet I felt the silence in the little room – with the blubbering water as the only sound – become increasingly charged with a wild animal eroticism. Before letting my pants slide down my muscular and only slightly hairy legs I slipped out of my light, black canvas slippers, congratulating myself that I hadn’t bothered to put on socks (wasn’t that always the most clumsy and ridiculous moment? Trying to balance on one foot while taking off the socks?) I was looking at Medusa – trying to read in her eyes and on her lips if she liked what she was seeing, unwrapping – after all I guessed I was a good ten years her senior. My expensive linen pants crumbled in a pile around my ankles, the belt hitting the elegant floor tiles with a little “clinck”, then I stepped out of it, leaving it as a crumpled pile on the floor, withdrawing from her hands (were they shaking slightly? Or was that wishful thinking on my part again?).

She was watching me – and I hoped that the smouldering fire in her eyes meant something good for me. I knew she still couldn’t see what was “living” in my underwear, since the corners of my shirt were covering the “evidence”. I stepped a little closer again, and taking her hands in mine kissed once again the inside of her wrists, this time adding a little flick of my tongue before I directed her to unbutton my shirt – starting from the neck, slowly working my her down – button after button revealing my rather well developed pecs with the few dark curls, invaded by a few silvery strands I must have missed pulling out, and then my “six-pack” abdomen came into view. The shirt slid over my shoulders and revealed the tattoo on my upper left arm, an ancient symbol, lucky charm of my oriental friend’s family.

She stood there, seemingly enjoying my little “show”. I handed her her glass of the cold liquid, again “forcing” her to watch instead of touch by this simple means of occupying her hands.

Now the last cover was going to fall – and like I had seen the strip dancers do I bent over – straight legs and pulled down my black briefs in one fast motion. When I straightened again she smiled – I knew I had seemingly exchanged the black briefs with light ones – the tan line clearly showing where usually my swimming briefs were worn.

My cock, a nice though not really much above average sized tool, was bobbing eagerly now, enjoying the freedom. A drop of precum had treacherously glazed the head in a shining coat.

Stepping over the black pile of clothing I stepped over to the tub and poured two glasses of champagne again , giving my silent sphinx another chance to watch me move – from all sides. Then I climbed into the hot water, sighing as the heat engulfed me, for a moment closing my eyes.

As soon as I had settled in the tub I took my remaining glass and even more than the luxurious sparkling wine I drank in the sight in front of me. The cream shining satin gave her immaculate skin an enticing glow – a golden goddess, for my eyes only. The curves of her body were as harmonious as any piece of art could possibly be, and the Greek statues of ancient times seemed to only mock her beauty.

Finding my voice again, I whispered ”Feel like – taking care of my … tensions?”, surprised to hear how ragged my voice sounded – quickly taking a sip of the still wonderfully cool sparkling liquid, feeling the heat, the excitement and the vision before me making my cock swell to almost painful proportions.

Nevertheless – it was sweet agony – and I wished it wouldn’t end any time soon…
 
Medusa

I turned to face him as he came into the bathroom. He smiled at me and turned to put the glasses away hmmm.. that ass.. I thought. I would never be so corny in my speech.. but in my mind.. Hell, I even shocked myself sometimes. He sure brought out the worse in me.. in a good way..
I silently grinned over my own basic thoughts.

He turned, took my hands in his and directed them to his belt. Helping him out of his cloths was like unwrapping the biggest gift under the Christmas tree.. hoping it would that special thing you have been wining about the past few months..
Carefully taking of the layers, my desire grew by the second. I had opened all the buttons of his shirt and I slowly pulled it over his broad shoulders. I held my breath. oh my god… what a body I wanted to put my teeth in his shoulders, run my fingertips over his abdomen, just to feel if it was real..
I noticed the tattoo but didn’t even think twice about it, it was supposed to be there, as a finishing touch. It was the boyish part of a distinguished gentlemen.. it only reinforced his character, as far as I could tell..

He quickly stepped out of his shorts and all I could do was admire his body, my lips slightly parted in revere. Before I got a chance to snap out of it and act on it, he handed me my glass and stepped into the tub.
I silently, smiling watched him settle himself ”Feel like taking care of my.. tensions?”. He said. I just smiled, while taking a sip from the champagne. His wondering eyes looking up at me, waiting for my answer.
I gave him a mysterious smile, my eyes fixing on his. I gently put the glass on the edge and walked over to the cupboard under the sink. I bended through my knees and opened the doors.
He must have been looking over his shoulder to see where I was going, very human to do that. I didn’t look at him, knowing it would in a way embarrass him. As it would me, should I be in his position.

I looked at the bottles and accessories.. where was it? Ah.. I got it, massage oil. The best that I had ever encountered was still the one from the Body Shop. The fragrance, was called Activist. I have never used anything else so the smell of it held specific meaning for me.
A brief moment I was amazed at myself.. that I had even thought of putting massage oil in every room.. I found that thought pretty hilarious actually, but could keep from laughing. Instead I took the bottle and held it up, smiling victoriously at Thomas.

I walked back to the tub and placed the little bottle on the edge, next to my glass. Picked the glass up and took another sip.
“Yes, I think I can take care of that tension for you” I finally said, as I ran the tip of my finger passed his neck and shoulder, barely touching it. After yet another sip I put down the glass again.
I took a step back, so I was more or less behind him. As he took a sip, he didn’t notice how I quickly took of my underwear. He was obviously surprised to feel how I placed a feet on each side of him. I had snuck into the tub behind him and was now slowly lowering my body into the hot water until I sat behind him.

My fingers carefully ran over his back and shoulders as I slowly came closer until I could press my naked body against his back.. my hardened nipples obviously present, caught between our bodies, giving him, for now, only the illusion of my naked body.
My hands ran over his shoulders and arms, finally finding their way to his magnificent chest which I was so eager to touch.. My mouth cherishing his shoulders and neck, nibbling, kissing and biting in a languid rhythm..
 
Frank and Julie

"no wine? then would you like a soft drink or a glass of fruit juice," I asked Julie, looking cute and delectable onthe bed I had so recently shared with Shadow and Kerry.

We got the fire going nicely and itcreated a nice warm feeling in the room.

I suggested that Julie might be more comfortable in the big chair over by the fire. She was very quiet and seemed very preoccupied. I asked her if anything was wrong, and if there was anything I could do to be of help.
 
Thomas:

Her nipples were pressing into my back, “no more satin between us”, I thought. For a moment I just surrendered to the wonderful feeling of having her soft and deliciously young body so close to mine. Although deprived of the vision for the moment, I loved every moment of our encounter, of our little banter it seemed, to not show how much either one of us desired the other.

Her hands on my skin were heavenly and when she started her oral assault on my shoulders and back I was closing my eyes, unable to suppress a moan that seemed to come from the depth of my soul. All the worries about business and uncompleted transactions dissolved in a fog of desire and passion, all that counted was the here and now.

Leaning back I rubbed my shoulders against her breast and perky nipples, and then sneaked my hands behind my back lower back, seeking her lap – too curious was I to find out if I felt right that the last bit of satin too had disappeared (when the hell had she undressed completely?) and if that little tickle I imagined to feel was really a patch of soft curls or if it was my wild imagination playing tricks on me. I needed to feel her – I need to get confirmation that she was as much wanting me as I wanted her (oh please, god give she is as slippery as I was just before getting into the tub) – that I wasn’t only a client to be fucked and ticked off of her list.

I felt my cock twitch and throb, caressed by the little waves that our motions caused in the tub and ready to burst at the slightest touch. Her hands caressed my chest, lingering and playing with the little and not too bushy patch of hair there, a teasing made for driving men with a lesser level of self control into insanity for sure. “Ohh god, man, you aren’t going to cum just by being kissed and nibbled like a 19 year old college boy – get a fucking grip on yourself” I tried to drift into a long slow breathing pattern, fighting down my urge to just pull her into my lap and impale her on my rock hard cock. My member stood to attention, ready to burst – faintly reminding me of the rigid and impressive mast of a sailing ship sunk to the ground of the sea as the little waves in the tub rippled my vision of the by now darkened and pumped up flesh underneath.

Oh god – I had to have her – have her NOW ... I would make it up to her, later, I promised myself, but now I just couldn’t wait any longer ... or could I endure more of the incredibly sweet torment and torture that for sure only a Siren of her kind could make me even enjoy? If she touched my cock now I would come for sure ...
 
Shadow:
Pulling my head away, enough to look into her eyes. Moaning, ready to cum, she winked. Bursting out laughing I came. Crying throught the tears, and giggles as it tore through me. My pussy squeezing and contracting around her cock. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue fucking my mopouth. I held her close and rode and rode. Never wantint it to end, yet needing it too. Her hands cupping my ass, kneading it as I collapsed onto her. The intensity, the sheer heights to which she lifted me were exhausting.
"Baby. Baby." Showering her with kisses. It was all I could say, my heart racing, my breath deep as I tried to replace the oxygen lost.
"What have you done to me. You wicked, wicked woman." But smiling and still riding. Her cock filling me. Her hands tightening on my butt as she kept up the rhythym.
"Tell me how to please you. Teach me what you want. Please baby."
 
Medusa

Thomas slowly slid further into the water, pressing his body against the firm softness of my breasts. I rubbed his nipples gently against the palm of my hands as I rubbed mine against his shoulders. My hands, slowly with fingers wide spread, slid down his belly and under the surface, covered with bubbles, discretely finding a way to his crotch.
I had barely touched him.. his rock hard erection.. as he suddenly rose and turned. Before I realised what happened, he was sitting in front of me, on his knees, in the tub.

Some of the bubbles had stayed on his upper body as it came out of the water and were now slowly gliding down. Revealing his gorgeous body as it looked even more irresistible now that it was all wet and shiny.
A brief moment he stared at me.. and confirmed I was naked underneath the clouds of bubbles blocking his view. And I, on my turn, stared at him.. well.. at his erection actually. Little waves landed against his testicles, as his erection just stuck out of the water.. proud and eager.

His hands started a long stroke, just beneath my shoulders, cupping my breasts and down to my waist. He firmly took hold of my waist as he lifted it and turned me..
I sat on my knees, my hands leaning on the edge of the tub and looked over my shoulder. The ends of my blond curls were wet and heavy, sticking to my back.
His hands came around, firmly cupping my breasts and pulling me up as he pressed his perfectly muscled body against me. The total experience, endorsed by the fact that his rock hard member was now aggressively pressing in between the mounts of my ass, made me close my eyes, throw my head back and moan deeply.
My hands reached behind me, scratching and kneading his thighs, curving my back to force my ass against his crotch.. “oh yes..” I moaned as his teeth now found my neck.. I felt the chill of goose bumps appearing, my body shivered..
 
Kerry Collins, MD

I whimpered as she came, her strong contractions surprising me as her pussy milked at my cock. I felt my last barrier crumble, and I started to come. The orgasm starting as a twinge in the very root of my cock and spreading through my whole body. I gripped her ass tightly and held her hips still as I groaned incoherently. The last of the orgasm washed over me just as I started to ejaculate, the feeling of semen rushing out sent little aftershocks of orgsm through me. My groan had taken a staccato rhythym as I filled the condom.

I knew she was talking, asking me something, but I was gone, my mind fuzzy and my vision blurred as I slipped my softening tool from her and removed the condom. The actions were automatic; knot the condom to prevent a mess, and drop it into the wastebasket next to the nightstand. A dull splat as it hit the rug beside my bed. I wasn't in my New York apartment anymore, there was no wastebasket there. The sound of it, and the reality of where I was, and what, or rather who I had just done sank in, and a big smile crossed my face.

"Tell me how to please you. Teach me what you want. Please, baby."

It was Shadow's voice, and I slowly rejoined the world to look into her eyes.

"For starters, just keep being yourself." wiped out, I kissed her on the tip of her nose again. "You've got good instincts, and technical aspects, especially of BDSM, are like chess; easy to learn the basics, but you spend a lifetime perfecting your game."
 
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