Paris Reunion Hookup

 

Walking briskly down the streets of Paris, you can’t wait to see her. You’re in the city for business, but you arrived a day early just to be with her. She texted to meet at the café you both used to enjoy when you worked together.

“I’m almost there.” You text as you are a couple of blocks away. Since you left Europe and were promoted higher in the company, you followed her online “Travelogue Photos of the Mediterranean”, and on social media. Her photos are great, and she is so beautiful in her selfies, like the model she wanted to be when she worked with you.

The smells of the city remind you of those days. She was a new model trying to make a name for herself, and you worked for the Fashion House in Paris. She was another tall, thin, and pale face, trying to stand out. You noticed that she was smart and attentive, so you hired her to be your assistant. She learned about the photo and design parts of the industry. Eventually she wanted to ‘strike out on her own’. The physical relationship between you waxed and waned, but she agreed that she is happy to be your ‘friend with benefits’, and to look her up anytime you are back on the Continent. 

You see her. Across the street. She is standing there, looking at her phone, wearing a white tube dress. It clings to her body and accents her lovely shape.

“You look as beautiful as ever.” you say as you get closer and hug her. “I have missed you so much. I love your photos of the Med.” You lean in closer and whisper in her ear. “I so badly want you. I miss being with you.”

Your arms go around her. Your hands caressing her, moving the fabric of her dress across her smooth skin. The scents of fresh coffee and freshly baked pastries and breads, mix with her perfume. “Should we sit outside and order something?” You ask relaxing your hold on her.

Her fingers trace the collar of your shirt, and move down so she feels your heartbeat quicken. “Let’s skip the coffee”, She whispers, her breath hot on your ear. “I want to taste something sweeter.” She says in a playful tone.

You smile at her suggestion. You hold her hand and kiss her. “Shall we go back to my hotel?” You quietly respond.

She leads you down a narrow alley, the cobblestones echo beneath your feet. The scent of coffee fades, replaced by the electric charge between you. Her heart pounds as she presses you against the wall, her lips brushing your neck. “Who needs a hotel,” she murmurs, “when we have this perfect little hideaway?”

You feel the rough, cool bricks through your clothing. her lips feel warm on you neck. You caress her body through the thin fabric of her dress. One hand rubs her ass cheek as the other one caresses her breast. Your nipples are so firm and visible though the thin, white fabric.

You slide your hand up under the hem of her dress, continuing to caress her firm, toned ass cheek. As she presses against you, your cock hardens in your pants.

You release her breast, and grab a handful of hair at the back of her head. Pulling her head back, you kiss her mouth, then her neck. You continue kissing your way down to the collar of her dress. your hand on her ass rubs firmly, searching for her panties, to move them out of the way.

“Are you wearing a thong, or are you bare?” You whisper in her ear. Top of Form

She reaches under your shirt to rub your chest. “High cut” she breathlessly answers as your fingers find the lacy edge of her panties. Her fingers are cool against your warm chest. You feel her fingertips in your chest hair and hard nipples

You pull her head back a bit more and kiss her neck harder. She presses against you as you feel her crotch against yours. Your hard cock rubs against her firm thigh.

“I so badly want to lick your sweet pussy” You whisper. Your hand on her ass moves down and caresses the fabric covering her damp crotch, as you continue kissing down her chest.

Pulling down the elastic material of her collar, you free her left breast. She shivers as she feels your warm breath across her nipple.

You slowly lick around it, then suck it firmly. Your fingertips rub the damp fabric of her panties across her pussy lips. Softly you rub as you suck her nipple harder.

“Oh, fuck…” she moans. She moves her hands to your back and you feel her nails scratch you in pleasure. The soft texture of your beard excites her, and she pulls your face closer. Her nails continue to scratch down your back. Your fingers rub her pussy harder, teasing her more. She is so wet.

You stop sucking her nipple, and get on your knees. You barely feel the hard cold cobblestones, because all you see and feel is her. You raise the front of her skirt and she shutters as she feels your warm breath between her thighs.

Her white lacy panties are so damp as you slide the crotch to the side and lick her tasty lips. Using just the tip of your tongue you go up and down, then around and between.

Your hands grab her firm ass cheeks and you pull her harder against your face. Your beard rubs against her skin as your tongue goes deep into her ready slit. Your tongue goes in and out, going deeper as your hands grip her ass harder.

You taste her excitement as she braces herself, leaning forward on the alley wall, and reaches her other hand down, grabbing a handful of your hair.

She humps your face in pleasure.

“Oh God, yes…” She pulls your hair harder, grinding against your face as her body trembles.

You taste her pleasure. You want her to cum so badly. Moving your mouth to her clit, you suck it firmly. You release her ass with one hand and slide two fingers into her wet open cunt.

You suck her clit harder, and hum so she feels your mouth vibrate. Your fingers go in and out, twisting and thrusting.

“Oh fuck, baby” she gasps. Her body tenses up, ready to explode all over your face. You feel her cunt pulse and tighten around your fingers. She pulls your hair in pleasure and bites her lower lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.

You lick her juices, then stand up, and kiss her. Your beard and mustache are wet from her. She kisses you passionately rubbing your wet beard against her face. She whispers “Fill me. Fuck me. I want you now.”

“Yes” You whisper in her ear.

You move behind her, raising her skirt over her lovely firm ass. The you free your hard cock from your pants. She braces herself against the alley wall, placing her face on her folded arms. You rub the tip of your hard member along her pussy lips.

You tease her. Rubbing the tip and then the shaft along her wet, ready lips.

Putting your mouth against her ear, you whisper. “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you in this dirty alley, where anyone can watch.”

You want to tease her and prolong the pleasure, but you also want her so badly. Before she can answer, you slide the tip into her. Working your tip, in and out, then you thrust harder so you feel her around your hard shaft. You grab her hips and thrust all the way in. “I wanted you to talk dirty, but you are so sexy, I just can’t wait.”

Pulling her hips hard into you, you feel her wet warmth around you. You pull her as you thrust at the same time, harder and deeper. Breathing harder, your cock feels so hard and slick inside of her. You won’t last long.

“Where do you want my cum?” you ask in a hoarse whisper.

“Oh god, fuck me harder… I want your cum…. deep inside me…. filling me up completely.” She moans. “Make me feel… every inch of you….. as you explode.”

You pull her hard against you as your cock throbs inside of her. Your hot spume fills her sweet pussy.

You keep inside of her until you feel she has it all. Slowly you slide out, pull her skirt down, covering her ass and caress it.

She turns kisses you again passionately. As you kiss, you put your dick back into your pants. You feel her straighten her dress and adjust her panties.

“I have missed you so much.” You say in a low tone.

She smiles at you. “Welcome to Paris. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Shall we get something to eat now? Or go to my hotel room. I could pleasure you in more ways in private.” You say with a wicked grin.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that.” She responds, “Food can wait… let’s get to your hotel. I want to feel your hands all over me again, but this time, slower, more intense…exploring every inch before you make me scream your name loud enough for all of Paris to hear.”

You take her hand and lead the way to your hotel.

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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 7 - Changing Jobs

 

The rest of that week, you got into a new routine. After work, instead of picking up strange guys, or going to the club, you joined your husband for a workout at the local gym. You wore yoga pants and an exercise bra that accented your shape. It wasn’t that you were out of shape, like your husband had been months ago, but you could use a little toning and shaping.

After the first few sessions, you felt better, more in control of yourself. There were a few times when you watched your husband on the machines. His muscles were flexing and pumping in ways you hadn’t noticed. You drew a few stares and glances from men working out, but that was expected. What you hadn’t expected, was a few women and men watching your husband. This turned you on a little. “He’s mine. All mine.” You thought.

Also during the week you also examined your outfits for work. Yes, they looked professional but they didn’t make you feel strong and powerful. During your lunch breaks, you went the high-end stores downtown, to try on and get new dresses and outfits for work. The one that you enjoyed the most was a form fitting pencil skirt, with a slit up the back, and a matching blazer. You found a silk top in a contrasting color. The whole thing accented your shape and made you feel like you could do anything.

One other thing you wanted, was something that you already had in the works. You wanted financial security to do whatever you wanted. It was the easiest to do, because when you first joined the company, you were offered employee stock purchases, and the company 401K. With every promotion you received and every annual bonus, you bought more of the company stock, and added to your 401K. You pulled up a spreadsheet showing what was in your ‘nest egg’. It was already over $1 million. If you cashed out and paid everything off, you’d have find another job, but if you simply kept most of it invested, and cashed out what you needed, you could live comfortably. That didn’t include your husband’s income from his warehouse job. “It’s not ‘Fuck you’ money, but it is getting there.” You told yourself.

You felt better, stronger, and more confident. The clients noticed it too because, during meetings they listened to and acted on your ideas and suggestions. Your coworkers noticed the change, including Evan, the guy you had the affair with, so many months ago. One day he came up behind you and caressed your ass. “Mmmm That feels firm. Firmer than the last time I touched it.”

Without stopping what you were doing, you replied. “Too bad you are such a bad lay, or I’d take you in the storeroom and ride you until I got tired. Go back to your wife, she seems to enjoy you.”

He had never heard you respond so directly to him. In the past you would have swatted his hand away, or looked around nervously, hoping that others didn’t see the two of you, but that was the old you. A weaker you, whose reactions would have just given him power. This time he walked away in stunned silence.

All of this was going really well for you until “The Meeting”. It was a supposed to be proposal meeting for a new client. As always, you and your coworkers gathered in the conference room, to review the proposal documents and discuss strategies, prior to the client’s arrival. While most of them were sitting at the table, you walked around and used the remote to advance copies of the documents on the screens. You explained that, “This is a new company, and we should see where they plan on expanding and growing. We have the contacts who might be able to help this company penetrate into markets they previously hadn’t.”

Most of the men around the table read their pages or wrote notes, but Evan leaned back in his chair turned his crotch towards you. “You know all about having new areas penetrated. Maybe you should just dazzle them with your oral skills?”

A couple of the men were shocked by Evan, and one even blushed. Evan had a broad smile on his face like he had just scored. You walked closer, and leaned over him, showing him more of your cleavage. “You have no idea what my skills are now days. And as far as penetrating new areas, just because you think you’ve got the biggest dick in the room, you have no idea how to use it. I could give your wife a better night without even trying.” At that point your Boss walked in. Evan looked white as a sheet as your Boss called you to his office.

He sat behind his desk, had you close the door, and had you take a seat. “You have been with us for a number of years and done well. Recently you had some wonderful proposals and ideas. I’m not sure what I heard in there between you and Evan. Would you care to explain?”

As you sat in the chair, you crossed your legs in a way that raised the hemline, showing off more of them. He glanced down for a moment, then concentrated on your face. You softly smiled at that, knowing that he was checking you out too. “No sir. That was a private matter between me and him. I’m sorry that it was brought up in front of others. I could say something like ‘He started it’ or ‘he asked for it’. But I know better.”

He steepled his fingers. “What should we do? I can’t have you and Evan on the same contracts anymore.”

You uncrossed your legs and leaned forward on his desk. “Sir, according to company policy, I need to attend ‘Sexual Harassment Training’ and ‘Conflict Resolution’. I believe both are required before you can assign me to any new clients.”

Still steepling his fingers he leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling. “Go down to HR. Sign up for the classes. If any of your coworkers file a complaint, you know I will have to act on it?”

“Yes sir. Is there anything else?” You asked as you stood up. He shook his head and called down to HR to tell them you were on your way.

During the classes, you realized that you were being penalized for standing up for yourself. Apparently none of your other coworkers filed a complaint, so your comments and reaction didn’t rise to the level of ‘harassment’ or ‘hostile work environment’. Yes, you should have used different words, but knowing Evan, he wouldn’t have stopped. You had to shock him. He was punished too. He also had to take the classes, but you could see that he wasn’t changing. He was just “checking the box” and then he’d go back to being his same old self. Heck, he’d already had lined up a new contract. That was when you gave them your two-weeks notice.

When you told your husband about your decision, he held you in his arms. “I’ll support any decision you make.” You kissed him and told him about your ‘nest egg’. You cashed out some of it, paid off the house, cars, and other major bills. You never felt stronger and more free.

That weekend, you dressed up in a black wrap-around that made you look like a lawyer. Your husband gave you a slight smile, as he held the door for you. You kissed him on the cheek, “You are my good boy. Stay close.”

Madam Shade saw both of you. “Damn Girl, that’s what I was talking about. Are you sure you want to be here tonight?”

“Yes, Madam Shade. I think I’ll find someone to use, toss him back tonight.” You responded. Then you looked around and found a guy, with is “servant girl”. He fucked you in front of your husband before, but this night you want to use him and then leave.

You led them to one of the circular loveseats, and had his girl remove his pants. “Now suck him so he is hard.” You commanded her while your servant slowly removed your dress. You had nothing on underneath and it felt great. As she sucked her master’s hardening cock, you grabbed his head and pressed it against your crotch. “Lick me.” You commanded. Then you motioned for your servant to suck your nipples. It all felt so good. “He’s hard for you Mistress.” A small voice said below you.

You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Then you slowly lowered yourself onto him. “Use your talented mouth on my man.” You said to the servant girl. She smiled and did as you commanded. Soon you bounced up and down hard, and rubbed your clit so you came with a fierce intensity as you watched your husband’s smooth dick being sucked. You then stood up, turned and faced her master. You grabbed his cock and stroked it. “Do you want to cum?” you asked in a low seductive tone. 

“Yes.” He responded. 

You gripped him firmly. “Yes, Mistress, you mean.” You corrected him. 

He nodded “Yes, Mistress.” 

You stroked him until it shot and dripped all over your hand. Instead of wiping it, you turned his servant girl to you and said “Lick it clean.” She smiled and did it. You then dressed and left the Club.

As you entered the car, your husband asked, “Are you sure that was all you wanted?”

You winked and smiled. “You are going to take me home, and you are going to give me the rest of what I want tonight.”

“Very good, Mistress”

A short time later, you heard about “The Dungeon” and that they were looking for Dominatrixes. You signed up and set your persona, as “Mistress Monica”, specializing in role playing a Boss, a Lawyer, a Doctor, or other business professionals. You work primarily in a room set up as an office, but you also requested that they set up the room next door like a boardroom, with a sturdy table and optional restraints. What you enjoy most is many of your clients don’t even want to have sex with you. They need you to order them around and when necessary, punish them. It turns you on and when you go home, your own Servant is happy to give you the pleasure you need.

“What a long, strange trip it’s been.” You sing to yourself as you check the time and prepare for your next client. 

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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 6 - Making Changes

 

You are at “The Dungeon”, making minor adjustments to your room before your client arrives. The room is set up like an office, with a sturdy wooden desk and a rolling chair. You recommended some cheap bookshelves with expendable knickknacks, that way the room looks professional and can be used as “The Boss’s Office”, “The Principal’s Office” or any other office where the client wants an office setting. It reminds you of the office of your manager, before you left your business consulting job. You would probably still be there if you hadn’t decided that you needed to make major changes in your life.

About 6 months ago, you brought your husband to The Club, and he was celebrated for being a finalist in the “No Nut Month” competition. He looked so sexy both in and out of his butler’s outfit. Sometimes you don’t know which turns you on more, knowing that he does as you command, getting fucked while he watches, or the pleasure you get from him lovingly cleaning you up afterwards.

At first, going to The Club, and picking up guys, who were longer and thicker than your Servant was a turn on. But after a while, you realized that they weren’t really fucking you, they were just fucking any hole that they could. You were giving your power and control over to them.

One night, you brought your Servant, in his full butler’s outfit. You think he looks sexy in it, but you never tell him that. You love watching him stand, rigid, awaiting your command. Ignoring women and some men, trying to get his attention, for a dance, a drink, or sex. He is loyal to you in a way that you don’t see with the other Female Led Relationships and their partners. 

On this night, before the main event started, you found Madam Shade and asked her if she will join you for a drink so you could ask a few questions. She smiled broadly, led you to her table and had her ever-present slave, always clad in only a leather G-string and spiked collar, bring you drinks. You talked with her about being “in charge”, explained that your husband encouraged you to be the dominant one in the marriage. You liked that feeling, the control, and the respect. She listened attentively, as you continued explaining that in your “day job”, you weren’t really respected. Management knew your work and liked it, but as often as not, your male coworkers took credit for ideas . You took a drink and paused for a moment.

She placed her dark hand with dagger-like fingernails on yours and asked “So what do you really want, Honey? I’ve seen some of the men who fuck you here. If that’s what you want, that’s on you. But your man,” she nods towards your servant, “he’s something special. Remember, getting railed by some big dick is fun, but if you want to command and be respected, then…”

“I want to be more like you.” You blurted out. She looked at your dress, which was another of your evening gowns with matching panties.

“Honey, everyone has their style. You don’t have to wear leather and fishnets. I just happen to like them. Wear what makes you feel confident and strong.” She looked at her watch, as her slave quietly moved behind her. “It’s show time. Take your servant home. Think about what you really want, then come back and pick which losers you wanna use.” She then got up, moving her hips in a way that is sexy to everyone watching, and walked to the stage, where her slave waited with the microphone.

You finished your drink before Madam Shade could announce whatever that night’s feature was, “Hot Wife Free for All”, “Couples Swap Spectacular”, or some other activity to get the crowd going. You walked up to your husband, took his hand and left the Club.

Silently he opened the car door and waited for you to enter. Once he was behind the steering wheel, he asked “Straight back to the house, Mistress?” You nodded, lost in thought. Once you got home, he undressed you, and then sat on the bed, “What’s a matter, my love?”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, naked except for your G-string. “I’m not sure.” You paused and turned to him. He immediately stood up and at attention. “Slowly undress for me.” You commanded. He did as he always does, carefully getting out of his tux, and laying it flat before hanging it up. His arms are more toned than you remember, as are his abs and thighs. After hanging up his butler’s tux, he is wearing only a pair of silk panties that you bought for him. There is something about seeing him like that, that turned you on. “Why are you wearing the panties?” you ask almost conversationally.

“Because you told me to, and I enjoy the feeling of them.” He responded still standing at attention. It reminded you of a scene from a war movie, the almost naked soldier standing at attention as a sergeant inspects him. 

You walked directly in front of him, reached down and started stroking him through the panties. “Is this what you like?” you asked. 

“Yes Mistress.” He responded, as he got hard in your hand. 

You gripped him firmly. “Do you enjoy watching me getting fucked by guys with big cocks?”

“Watching you, no Mistress. I enjoy seeing you orgasm. I prefer helping you climax. I wish I had what you want. But I don’t so I understand my place. And you always return to me, for which I am grateful.” As you stroked him, you looked at his waxed chest, and his belly which was flatter than you remembered.

“You have continued working out?” you asked.

“Of course, my Love. You told me I was to get in shape, keep myself smooth, use the soap and aftershave that you liked.” His dick was nice and hard in your hand.

It had been a while since you sucked him, but when you pulled him free from his panties, his smoothly waxed dick looked so tasty and ready. That night you sucked him off, then had him eat you, and then rode him again until you were sweaty and exhausted. You used him.

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Roadside Assistance

You are an auto mechanic working for a roadside assistance company.

For years, you worked at various garages, always one of the few female mechanics. But you had gotten tired of working for someone else, so you tried to start your own repair shop, but it was harder than you thought and closed it.

You heard that some roadside assistance companies were looking for experienced mechanics and offered to pay more than you had been earning in a shop. The other thing you like is that you get to drive around.

You offered to take the late shift. You really aren’t a morning person, and you don’t mind being on the road at night. The company issued you a truck with their logo on the side, compartments for all your tools, and extra floodlights mounted on the top.

It’s a sweet truck.

Because you are one of the few female mechanics, some guys refer to your truck as “the Candy Machine”.

At first you thought it was a dumb nickname, compared to “Breaker Bar”, “Jack Stand”, or “Power Driver”. But after a while, you appreciated hearing, “‘Candy Machine’ we have a stranded motorist off the highway.”

Especially when it was a new driver that needed a tire changed or stuck in a ditch. Whether it was a guy or girl, they were grateful that you were a bright light in the darkness, putting a smile on their face, and sending them on their way.

After a while, you even enjoyed calling in, “This is Candy Machine; we are done here. The customer is satisfied.”

Tonight, you got the call that a driver has a flat tire on a country road, away from the highway. After plugging the signal into your tracker, you call in. “This is Candy Machine. I’m on my way. I should be there in about 20 minutes.”

Turning off the highway, you get on to a narrow-paved road, flanked by fenced off farmers’ fields. In the darkness, you aren’t sure what they are growing, but you have a feeling you wouldn’t want to be stranded out here.

A dark country road with only car headlight providing light.

Even though you are only minutes from the highway, without any lights along the road, the whole area feels unnerving and spooky. You are glad you’re in your truck. You turn on the fog lamps to help push back the darkness.

It helps, but you still want to find the driver, help them, and get back to where there are lights and people.

You keep glancing at your icon on the map. You have a good signal, which you are thankful for, but the whole thing reminds you of a bad horror movie.

As you get closer, you look ahead and see red hazard flashers. You slow down and pull up behind the car. You put it into park, but leave the engine on.

Flipping on your floodlights, you bathe the whole area in bright light, but that just makes the fences on the side of the road look that much more imposing.

You see the silhouette of someone in the driver’s seat. The left rear tire of the car is obviously flat.

You get out, go to the tool box on the side of your truck, and pull out a tire iron. It feels cold, and heavy in your hand.

Even with the floodlights on, the whole area looks spooky. You slowly walk up to the driver’s door and knock softly with your knuckles.

“Driver’s Assistance. You called for help?” You say in a polite but slightly nervous voice.

The driver’s side widow rolls down. “Thank you.” Says a young woman. “I was driving, made a wrong turn, got lost, and then I had a flat tire.” You hear the fear in her voice, but she also seems to relax a bit seeing that you’re a woman.

You smile at her, “I understand. I’ll get that tire changed and we’ll get back to the highway. Can you find your way from there?” you ask in a friendly tone.

“Oh, Thank You! Yes.” She says as she breathes a sigh of relief. You notice her hands had been gripping the steering wheel tightly, but she is now relaxing a bit.

“No problem. That is what I am here for. Do you know where your spare tire is on your car?” you ask as you step back a bit, relaxing the grip on your tire iron. You hadn’t realized you were scared too.

She pops the release on the back of the car, unbuckles her safety belt, and gets out. The floodlights of your truck shine through the thin material of her light cotton dress. She has a nice figure, but you are here to do a job and focus on it.

“I think it is here.” She says as she lifts the back and the floorboard.

You look in and see never used spare tire. “Good. Let me grab a few things, and we will get you on your way.”

You grab your jack, the long air hose, your air wrench, and the correct size socket. After connecting one end of the hose to your air compressor, you unroll it to the back of her car. You connect your air wrench and set it on the ground.

You pull out the spare tire, and the woman helps a bit. “You don’t need to do that. I am here to help you.” You say as you roll it and lay it down.

“I know. But it feels so dark and spooky out here, and I feel better being near you and in the light.” She says.

“Okay, then just keep back.” You say as you put the jack under the axle and start pumping it up. You raise it just a bit, and then use the air wrench to loosen the nuts.

Then, you raise it higher so that the tire is fully off of the pavement, and pull it off.

She stands the spare up and rolls it to you. “Thanks.” You say and then put it into place. Quickly, you hand tighten the nuts and then release the pressure on the jack. Once the car is down, you use the air wrench to fully tighten the nuts. “You did that so quickly.” She says in a tone of awe and admiration.

“It's what I do.” You respond in a light tone. “Here, let’s put that old tire in your car. There’s a truck stop on the highway. If we time it right, we might have the night mechanic look at it. They can tell you if you need a new one or just need it patched.”

“Ok, I like the sound of that. At the truck stop, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?” she offers.

You smile, “That sounds good about now.” You say as you put away your tools.

She closes up the back and gets into the car. You walk up. “Follow me. I’ll get us out of here.” She smiles and nods.

You pull ahead, your truck’s floodlights still on, helping blaze the way down the dark road. On your map app, you see where there is a crossroad ahead. If you get on it, even though the road will be twisty, it will lead back to the main roads, and from there to the highway.

You keep your speed slow, and keep her headlights in your rear-view mirror. In places where the road dips, there are light patches of fog, which adds to the spookiness. You try to relax your grip on the steering wheel, but sometimes the floodlights make strange shadows. “It must be scarecrows or something.” You tell yourself.

You call the shop. “This is Candy Machine. I helped the motorist and am leading her back to the highway. We will stop at the truck stop to have her tire checked.”

“This is Driver Assistance Home-base, we read you loud and clear. Call if the situation changes.”

You hit the button and focus on the road. You feel a bit better, knowing that Home-base knows your status. But you still want to get to where there are lights and people. “It must be worse for her.” You think to yourself about the driver behind you.

It took longer to get back to the main roads using the twisty farm road than the road you came in on, but once you see the street lights, you slowly exhale.

Turning onto the main road, you turn off the flood lamps, but keep the fog lights on, allowing you to see a bit more into the darkness. You keep your speed slow, just under the speed limit, so she doesn’t lose you.

After a bit, you merge onto the highway. She is still on your tail. A few minutes later, you turn into the Truck Stop. The bright lights of the fuel pumps, garage, and café are welcome.

You park, and she parks next to you. “Follow me.” You call to her as you head for the garage. “Hey, Big Mike? Are you still on?” you yell as you enter the garage.

A deep voice booms back. “Yeah, who wants to know?” You see your old mechanic friend. “Oh, it’s the Candy Machine.” He says in a playful tone. “What can I do for you tonight, darlin’?” he asks as he wipes grease from his hands.

You point to the lady. “This nice lady had a flat tire. If we bring it in, can you see if it needs patched or if she needs a new one?”

“Sure, just roll it to the side door. I’ll look at it after I finish what I’m doing. It’ll take about half an hour.” “Okay, we will be in the café.” You say.

Quickly, both of you return to her car, take the old tire and roll it to the side door. The bright fluorescent lights of the truck stop make everything seem more comfortable and friendly.

“How do you take your coffee?” she asks. You tell her, and she orders two coffees. You find a table and sit down. She hands you your cup and you take a sip. The strong smell alone is what you need, but the hot liquid feels so good as it goes down. She sits across from you. “By the way, I’m Ann.” She says, extending her hand. You softly shake it and tell her yours.

“But he called you ‘Candy Machine’?” she asks with a puzzled look on her pretty face.

“That is the name of my truck, because it is sweet and leaves a smile on their faces, when I am done.” You respond.

“Oh. But I was so glad to see you when you knocked on my window.” She says. “It was so spooky out there. I felt like…”

“Like you were in a bad horror movie.” You finish her sentence.

She reaches out her hand and places it on yours. “I kept having thoughts of getting attacked by some “hillbilly” cruising the back roads looking for helpless women.”

You set your cup down and place your other hand over top of hers. “I know what you mean. If you noticed, I walked up carrying my tire iron, but I never used it to change the tire.”

She thinks about it for a second. “Oh. Oh, wow. So, I wasn’t the only one thinking like that?” says as she places her other hand over top of yours. You hold each other’s hands, helping to reassure yourselves that you are safe.

She releases yours and takes her coffee cup in both hands. “So, how long have you been a mechanic?” she asks, trying to change the subject.

You tell her an abbreviated version of your story. “So, what do you do Ann?” you ask.

“I am a college nursing student. I never thought about being a mechanic. Most of the women I knew growing up were moms, teachers, secretaries, cashiers, or in the medical field. I really hadn’t noticed any working as a tradesman. It sounds exciting.”

“I enjoy it.” You say taking another sip.

After a while, while you are chatting, she gets another round of coffees. Returning to her seat, she asks, “So with a “butch” job like a mechanic, are you into women?” You take the cup from her hand.

“Not really.” You respond with a slight pause. “Are you?”

“I have dated both guys and girls. Many of us in the nursing program have guys who want to be doctors, asking us out all the time, but I hate to admit it. I find more pleasure and comfort in the skilled hands of my class mates than with the guys.”

She takes a drink from her cup and sighs.

“Do you know what I was imagining when I watched you fix my tire?”

You shake your head. “No, what?”

“I pictured you, on your knees, licking me and then using a dildo attachment on your air wrench.”

You laugh at that. “Oh Honey, the torque on that wrench would tear a body up. I would never use something like that on someone as pretty and cute as you.”

She smiles, “You think I am pretty?” she asks in a soft voice.

You nod “Though I prefer guys, you are a pretty little thing. If we had some time, I’d enjoy learning what you and your classmates are doing. I tell ya’, I still feel a tingle left over from being scared out there.”

She stands up, and takes your hand. “Leave your coffee and follow me.” She guides you to the Ladies room and takes you into a stall.

Kissing you, softly you feel her warm lips on yours. “Would you like to see what I have learned?” she asks you. You nod and kiss her back.

Her skin is soft and smooth compared with your rough calloused hands.

As you stand there, she unbuttons your shirt and kisses your upper chest. You place a hand on her head. Her hair feels soft. Everything about her is soft and pretty.

“I’m lucky tonight.” She says as she opens the clasp at the front of your bra. Your full breasts are freed, as the empty cups hang to each side. She grabs each tit and then licks around each nipple. Her tongue is so wet and smooth. Then she sucks your right nipple, as she reaches down and opens your pants.

It feels so good, your panties are getting damp, and you press down on her shoulders. She moves down to her knees.

You feel the thick denim of your pants against your skin as she slides them down your ass and hips, then hit the floor around your ankles.

You grip the top of the stall to steady yourself as you feel her gentle fingertips move the crotch of your panties to the side.

Looking down you, you see her smiling face looking up as she slowly licks your wet pussy lips. She licks up and down, then you feel her tongue on your clit.

You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan as she licks and sucks it.

“You taste so good. You are a Candy Machine.” She says as she licks and sucks your clit harder. You feel her fingers slide into your pussy, thrusting and twisting. Going deeper and harder.

You grip the stall with one hand and grab her hair with the other. Bracing yourself, you feel pleasure building and moving through you.

“Yes! Cum for me. Let me taste you, my Candy Machine.” You hear her say in a soft tone.

You grip her hair tightly as you press her face into your pussy and cum. You bite your lower lip harder as you hear a low moan echo in the bathroom.

It takes a second to realize that moan is coming from you.

Ann stands up and kisses your mouth. Her lips are wet, and you taste yourself.

“I think we should get back to our table. I think “Big Mike” might be done with my tire.” She says as she opens the stall and washes her face in the sink.

You exhale for a moment and get dressed.

Washing your hands in the sink next to her, “I have never felt something like that. I mean, I’ve had guys eat me, but that felt great.” You say in a low tone.

She kisses your cheek. “Maybe on your day off, we can get together and teach you what I did. We learn a lot at college.” She says with a wink.

Going back to your table, you see the coffee cups have been cleared away, so you get a fresh cup. In a “to go” cup this time.

“There you are.” You hear a familiar voice say. “I was looking for you ladies. The tire is patched. It had picked up a nail. It is as good as new. Pull your car into Bay 3 and I’ll change it for you.”

“Thanks, Big Mike. Do we owe you anything?” you ask.

“Just the cost of the plug and my time.” He hands you a quickly scrawled estimate. You look it over. “That’s fair, and covered under the service plan. I got it.”

Taking the company card from your wallet, you head for the cashier.

“Are you sure?” Ann asks.

You nod. “It is all part of the service package. Go move your car to Bay 3, it will be the one with the garage door open.”

She kisses your cheek, “Thank you.”

After paying the cashier and getting the receipt, you head back to your truck, sipping your coffee. You call into the shop, “This is Candy Machine. We are done here and everyone is satisfied.” You say with a smile.

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The Mechanic

 

You are a mechanic at a local garage. Part of why you love your job is that you enjoy the way your nipples rub against your t-shirt in your coveralls, when you wear a t-shirt. There are times when you pull it off, and the rough cotton rubs against your sensitive nipples at you reach, stretch, and work. Today is a warm day, so you remove your t-shirt and bra. Every time you need to get under a car or reach over a engine, you feel the warmth of the cooling metal through your jumpsuit.

I bring my car in for a maintenance check-up. I’m surprised the main mechanic is you, a beautiful woman, but I trust you will do what needs to be done and charge me fairly. I wait in the “break area” as you and your other mechanics do what needs to be done.

I see you working and think how sexy you are under your coveralls. From time to time, I swear I see your hard nipples visible through your thick coveralls. I imagine how beautiful they are, and how they would feel in my mouth. I watch you stretch and see how the curves of your body look. I imagine how sexy you would be naked. I am sitting on the couch, lost in my erotic fantasies.

“Sir, you have a problem. We need to replace the control module. Here is the write up, and here is the cost.”

“Oh Wow. That is more than I thought. Is there any way to reduce the cost of that?”

You look down at the bulge in my pants. You smile, “If you pay me cash for the part, and come back at the end of the day, I will see what we can do.”

I leave out and head for the bank. It is a few blocks away, and I walk to it. It is warm out, but I am not passing up on saving money.

You go back to work. You finish up my car, and then concentrate on doing a few others. Oil changes, lubricating bearings, changing tires, etc. You and your team spend the day finishing up all the cars in the bay.

The sun is going down. The doors are open to ensure the heat goes out as the evening slowly cools down. Your crew is a mix of guys and gals (some of whom date each other), they ask if there is anything else that needs done. One of them nods towards me, sitting in the waiting area. “What about that guy. I thought we did his car hours ago?”

“Yeah, he had to get me the money. I will take care of it. You go. I’ll lock up.” You tell them as they all head out. You close up the large doors, make your way securing up the building. Then you come to me. I am sitting on the couch, I had been sweating, my polo shirt and slacks are damp from earlier.

I stand up, reach into my pocket and hand you a large wad of $20’s “There you go. The cash you asked for. Is there anything else you need, before I get my car?”

You pocket the cash. You unbutton your coveralls and free your breasts. You reach into my pants and grab my soft cock. “You will satisfy me. And if you do a good enough job, I will give you your car. If you do a poor job, then you owe me the cost of labor on the bill.” As you say, you firmly squeeze my dick. It hardens a bit with that. “Yes. Ma’am.” I say. I slowly caress your lovely breasts. You feel my hand slowly move across them, around them, and cupping them. I bend my head a bit and slowly lick around your left nipple. You feel the slick smooth texture of my tongue slowly moving around your nipple. My fingers slowly caress your right nipple at the same time.

You release my dick and put your hands on my head. Your skin smells of sweat, oil, grease, and GoJo cleaner. I slowly but firmly suck your left nipple. You feel the suction of my mouth pull on it. At the same time, my fingers firmly grasp your right nipple, and I smoothly pull with a similar pressure. You grab my hair. “Mmmm that feels pretty good,” you tell me. “Thank you, I try my best.” And I slowly lick my way across your chest to your right nipple. You feel my warm breath and my cool saliva as slowly lick across.

I lick around your right nipple, as my other hand caresses your left nipple. I continue licking and caressing until I suck firmly and pull both nipples simultaneously.

It feels so good, your pussy is tingling, and you know it’s getting wet.

You let go of my head and finish unbuttoning your coveralls. “I want you to lick my pussy next. If you can do that, we might have a deal.” You strip them off, and all you have on is your cotton panties. You sit on the couch and lean back against the arm rest. Your legs are spread wide, and your panties visibly damp, but that could be from sweat too, I think.

I get on my knees, I slowly kiss the inner thigh of your right leg. You feel my soft lips with gentle angel kisses on your skin. Soft and warm. I occasionally use the tip of my tongue and lick your smooth skin for a second, creating a pattern, kiss, lick, kiss, lick, as I move close to your panty covered pussy.

You feel the tip of my tongue slowly lick across the fabric of your panties. My tongue licking the outline of your pussy through your damp panties. Licking up… across… down…and…around. You feel the texture of the wet cotton fabric slowly moving on your sensitive pussy lips.

I slowly pull the crotch of your panties to the side and lick between your pussy lips. You feel the tip of my tongue going up. I lick around your clit. My fingers gently push back the hood, exposing your lovely clit. I slowly lick around it.

Then you feel my warm wet mouth clamp down on it as I suck it firmly. The pressure feels so good. You grab handfuls of my hair as I suck it.

I gently work a finger into your wet pussy. Your lips are open as I suck harder. You feel my finger slowly going in and out, twisting as I continue sucking. Then I stop sucking and lick around it. “Is this good enough for my car, or do I need you to cum first?” I ask.

“Help me cum first,” you say as you pull my hair bit. You feel two fingers going in and out of your pussy as I lick your clit some more. Thrusting and twisting. Going deeper each trust. You grab my head and hump my face. Your pussy is so wet with pleasure.

I move my mouth down, and you feel my tongue deep in your pussy. I use my two slick fingers to rub your clit. Slowly, in tight circles at first, but then faster and harder.

You tighten your thighs around my head. “Oh God, this feels so good.” You pull my face tight against your pussy. I feel it pulse and throb against my mouth. “Yes cum, on my face.” I say. I rub your clit harder and faster until you cum.

You are breathing hard, and your body is tinging a bit. You see lights come on in the business office. “Shit, I forgot to finish locking up. That is the manager probably checking to see why the alarms weren’t set.” I help you up and help you into your coveralls. “Your keys are in the office. Wash your face off first. I will tell the manager that you were late getting here with your full payment.”

I go to the restroom and you go to the office. “I’m sorry about not setting the alarms, but we had a client who was late getting back here with his payment.” I hear you explain as I wash your tasty juices from my face, and wish we had more time to properly finish. Maybe next time I need my car serviced.

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Return to the Estate - Part 1

 

It seems like forever since your lover took you to “The Estate”. The week after you were there, you asked him when the next event will be. His answer at first was “I haven’t heard anything yet, but I will tell you when I do.” One week became two, which eventually became a month. His answer was always a very non-committal “I haven’t heard anything. But I don’t want to disturb the ‘Mistress of the House’ and bother her.”

You begin to wonder if there haven’t been any events, or your lover didn’t want to take you to them. In your closet your Ruby dress hangs up, still with the plastic on it from when you had it dry cleaned. You don’t want it to get messed up. In the drawer in your night stand, in a light blue box, your gold plated butt plug with real rubies, sits on a miniature silk pillow. Every time you look at it, you are tempted to wear it, but then you sigh and leave it alone. You wonder if Ms. Sapphire, Ms. Topaz, and Ms. Emerald have the same thoughts. Ms. Sapphire. You would enjoy seeing her again. She wasn’t the first woman to lick your pussy but she was definitely one of the most enthusiastic ones. Everything was shrouded in so much mystery. You don’t know the location, you don’t know anyone’s names, and worse, you don’t know when you will return.

As you work your mundane office job, your mind drifts off to butlers and servants in 18th Century outfits, the smell of the candles, the polished wood, and the amazing food. A email pops up on your screen, reminding you that you have monthly totals due to your team leader. You sigh, rub your eyes, and focus on spread sheets and numbers, an entirely different world from the fantasy land of the Estate.

When you get back to your condo, you make a pasta salad and grilled chicken breast. While you are slicing the chicken, your phone rings. You see it’s your lover calling.

“Hey, Babe” you answer. “What’s going on? I’m just making dinner.”

He must be driving because he is using Bluetooth. “I’m just leaving the office. Dinner sounds good. I’ll drive straight there.” he says but you hear stress in his voice.

“Is everything okay? Is traffic bad?” you ask.

You hear a sigh of frustration. “I’ll tell you when I get there. Are you having wine with dinner?”

“I’m making pasta salad with chicken, so I’ll crack something open.” you respond.

“Thanks, Dear. I’ll be there in about 15 or so.”

“Love you.” you say as you hang up.

When you finish slicing the chicken breast you dish up a second plate for him. Then you go to the mini-wine fridge and pull out that Columbia River Valley Rose’.

By the time you have things on the table, you hear his key turning in the lock. He hangs his jacket by the door. “That smells great.”

“You timed it right. Sit and tell me about your day.” you say as you give him a hug.

He squeezes you tightly, almost like he desperately needs you.

Sitting down, he picks up the wine glass, swirls it, sniffs it, and then takes a deep drink, emptying it. He then refills it and takes a smaller sip.

“What’s going on, Babe?” you ask as you enjoy a forkful of pasta.

“This is really good.” he says trying to change the topic. “I love when you cook.”

You set down your fork, reach across the small table, and place your hand on his. “What’s the matter? Is there something wrong?” you ask in a soft but serious tone.

He lowers he head and grips his fork. “It’s nothing you can help with. My clients are losing money, which means I am losing money. It is all for stupid reasons too.” He slams his fist on the table in frustration.

You get up and walk behind him, caressing his shoulders. They feel like braided cables, so tight and hard. “Babe. Try to relax.”

He exhales through his nose as you feel his shoulders drop a bit. Slowly you try to rub and massage his upper back. Bending his head forward he takes some slow, deep breaths. “That feels so good…. You are amazing….. You are always just what I need.”

His voice softens as does his muscles. “Why don’t we finish dinner, first. Then in the bedroom I will tell you all about it. This tastes so good, I don’t to ruin it.”

You nod and sit back down.

“So tell me about your day.” He says as he enjoys his food.

You tell him about the spreadsheets and monthly totals, things that you know are boring, because you are bored telling him, but surprisingly he is looking at you as you talk. Slowly taking in forkfuls of food and eating but also paying attention as you describe how all of these reports are due by the end of the week.

“Oh speaking of the end of the week, are there any events at the Estate, this weekend?”

He sets down his fork and slowly sips his wine. You see that there is frustration in him at this question. “Dear, the Estate is one of my clients. Because of these drops in the markets, including crypto, everyone has lost money. The only thing that hasn’t dropped hard is commodities, and those are all over the place. Nothing is stable, and it is my responsibility to help all of my clients make good and diverse investments.” You see the anger rising in him again, but he exhales and takes another sip to calm himself.

“I don’t want everyone there, especially the Mistress, to look at me and wonder why I’m there having fun, instead of making sure that they all don’t go broke.”

You notice that his plate is empty, so you get up and take it to the sink. “They wouldn’t really do that, would they?” you ask, rinsing it.

He gets up, grabbing your mostly empty plate, and wine glasses, taking them to you.

“Realistically, I don’t know. Normally I have the bulk of their investments in slow, but steady growth accounts, with a smaller portion in fast but risky funds. They understand the markets, and they pay me to keep them wealthy.”

“Wait a second. Does that mean that all of the people we saw last time were your clients?” You ask

A sad smile is on his face. “Some of them are. Most of the time I only deal with their personal secretaries. But the reason we were invited was because last year was a very profitable year. Everyone had a good year, which meant that I had a good year. That was why I paid extra to have my company driver take you there in the corporate limo. He got paid overtime to sit, hang out with the other drivers, and eat for free in the kitchen with the staff.”

“And that’s why he drove me back to your place, while you followed in your car. Ok.” you pause for a moment as you put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. “But you don’t know any of this for sure. You’re just guessing. Has anyone called and been angry?”
 He wipes down the cupboard as you finish filling the dishwasher, “No. But I know what they have lost, and how if the market wasn’t…”

You put your fingers to his lips. “Hush. If you hadn’t been monitoring and making account corrections, would they be broke?”

He kisses your fingertips. “No. They would have a lot less money, but none of these wealthy people would be broke.”

“Ok, so have you personally lost them money or helped to save them money?”

He kisses your palm and then your wrist. “I have, though moving things and using my account tools, minimized their losses, and for most, have them making small gains again.”

You put your arms around his neck, and kiss his lips. “Then you, my love, have done your job, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He kisses you firmly and hugs you tightly. You feel his hardness press against you.

“You are what I need. When things seem out of control, you help remind me what’s important.”

“Wait a second. Had you been to the Estate prior to us going?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“No. It had been my first time too. I had asked if I could arrive ahead of you so they could explain everything to me. I wanted to be your guide.” he says kissing you again.

“You wanted to be in control.” You respond, fully understanding. You start unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s take this to my bed. Maybe I can help get rid of the last of your stress?” you say in a seductive tone.

In your bedroom, you step out of your work slacks, as he unbuttons your blouse. Your fingers undo his trousers which drop to the floor, his hard cock tenting his boxers. “Mmmm you are excited to be here.” you say as your blouse falls off of you and you feel his fingers unclasping your bra strap. 

Slowly he slides it off of you and looks down at your hard nipples. “You seem excited for me too.” He kisses your neck and upper chest, slowly moving down your body. His strong fingers caress your breasts, with his fingertips rolling your nipples. A sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth.

“You can always get work as a gigolo. Your mouth and hands know how to give me pleasure.” you say in a playful tone.

“You couldn’t afford me.” he says as he slowly licks around your left nipple.

You put your hands on his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sucks your nipple firmly.

Then he kisses his way down your tummy, sliding his hands down your back until you feel his fingers at the waistband of your panties. He slowly pulls them down, your hips and ass as you feel his mouth just above your pubic mound. You are still waxed smooth since before he took you to the Estate.

His lips feel so warm and soft as he kisses closer to your clit and lips. His hands grip your ass cheeks. You love when he licks your pussy but you want to really enjoy it, “Babe, let me lie on the bed first.” you say. You feel the tip of his tongue tease you before you hear, “Of course, Dear”

Lying on the bed with your ass near the edge and your legs bent, you feel his hands on your thighs. His lips softly kiss the inside of your right thigh. His gentle attention makes your pussy so wet. You feel his breath on your cunt, and you wait with anticipation for him to lick you or fill you with his fingers. Instead, he breathes a cooling breath across your pussy lips. Then his warm, wet mouth clamps on your clit, and you feel him suck firmly. You reach down and pull his hair with one hand as you pull your hard nipple with the other. “Damn that feels good.” you moan. Two fingers enter your open pussy as he works them in and out, twisting and trusting. He alternates from sucking to licking your clit as he fingers you faster, deeper, and harder.

You cum hard. Harder than you expected. As your body tingles with pleasure, you feel him on you. His mouth pressed against yours as he kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips. You feel his hard cock slide into you, as you are so wet with excitement and pleasure. He fucks you hard. Like he did with his fingers. His hairy chest rubs against your nipples. You put your legs around him and hook your ankles. He continues working in and out until he thrusts hard and holds it. You feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he cums.

He is still breathing hard as he slides from you and lies on his back. You kiss him and snuggle. “Do you feel better now?”

He puts an arm around you, and you feel the heat from his body. “I do. God I love you.”

He kisses you again. “Are you going to spend the night?” you ask.

“Having you lying in my arms might be just what I need.”

“Then you are doing my laundry and changing the sheets.” you playfully respond. Then you pause. “Babe, is the only reason that you don’t want to go back to the Estate is the money, or is it that you don’t want to share me with the others?”

He is quiet for a long moment, “I don’t know. I love watching you cum. Seeing you licking Ms. Sapphire’s pussy as Mr. Sapphire filled your ass was a huge turn on. Knowing that you came just as hard with only me, is a boost to my ego, but that night there was a glow about you when we were done.”

“Babe, are you jealous? I thought that the house rules were designed so couples came together and left together.”

“They are. The Mistress of the Estate believes that sex and love are two different things. You love your partner, spouse, significant other, but you can have sex with anyone who consents. We probably should have talked about this before I accepted their invitation.”

You put your head on his chest. “I love you, but I enjoyed trying and learning things there. I’m not saying I have to see Mr. and Ms. Sapphire again, but it would be fun. Or maybe the Topazes or Emeralds.”

He holds you. “Tomorrow, I will call Mistress and see if they have any special events. If all they have is a “weekend get together” do you want me to accept?”

You raise your head and kiss him. “I think just spending a night there, away from the stresses of our lives might be a good mini-vacation. Think of it like a “spa day”.”

“Ok. Let’s sleep on it.” He holds you as you pull the blanket over both of you.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 2

 He takes your hand and leads you to your seats at the dining table. There are cards marking your places, each says “Ruby”.

He pulls out your chair and seats you. Once again, the plug feels odd. You notice some of the other women making odd faces as they sit too. “Are they all wearing butt plugs?” you think to yourself.

There is a thin blond with hard pink nipples in a sapphire dress sitting directly across from you. As she sits, she winks at you knowingly. You also notice that some of the women raise the backs of their dresses so their bare bottoms are on the leather covered seats. You raise and pull up the back of your dress and sit back down on the cool leather. It feels good but different. You feel his hand on your thigh. He whispers in your ear, “You didn’t have to do that dear. This is your first time here. I want you to see and enjoy. Some of the ladies have been here multiple times and already know exactly what they want. If the dinner didn’t require clothing, some of them would be fully naked by now.” He kisses your lips softly.

His fingers softly caress your crotch, rubbing the soft silk against your pubic mound.

Food is served. You are surprised by the variety and flavor. “They must have their own chef” you think to yourself. You see some of the couples feeding one another. The Sapphire Blonde feeds her lover and then looks at you and slowly licks her spoon in a seductive way. She takes her cloth napkin and slowly rubs her nipples, as if she is wiping something off of them but very slowly.

You lean in and whisper to him “Is she hitting on me?” He looks over to her and Mr. Sapphire, they wink and smile at him. He slowly nods in return. “Yes, she wants you and me.” He takes a little spoon full of fruit sauce for his dessert and dribbles it across the tops of your breasts. He slowly licks you clean, making sure that both Sapphires watch and enjoy.

You look around and notice that other couples are doing similar things with their food. There are some hands under the table, probably rubbing, caressing, and stroking.

You feel his fingers under the table rubbing your pussy, so you unzip his fly and reach in and stroke his hardening cock.

After a few minutes, you hear your hostess address everyone, in her slightly French accented English, “Mesdames et Messieurs, it appears that dinner is over for all of you, and you are ready for dessert. Please leave the dining hall and move to the Lounge. All activities will be confined to the lounge area. Remember you begin and end with your partner. In between all else is consensual.”

He stands up and pulls out your chair. The back of your dress covers your ass again as you stand. He kisses the back of your neck and takes your hand, leading you to the Lounge.

You see a large, curved couch, which he has you sit down on. He sits to your side with his arm around your shoulder.

“May we join you?” Mr. Sapphire asks.

Your lover grabs your hand and kisses it. “It is your choice, my dear. If you say yes, we can learn more about them. And maybe more about ourselves.”

You look into his eyes, and then them. You slowly nod. “Yes, Please sit and join us.”

The rest of the night continues with you enjoying your time with the Sapphires, as you shared and explored each other. You enjoyed sucking Mr. Sapphire’s penis, as you were licked by both the blonde and your lover. You felt the butt plug being pressed as there was a mouth on your clit and a tongue along the crack of your ass.

Later you watched as she sucked him, and Mr. Sapphire licked your pussy.

At some point, you put a condom on your lover’s hard cock as Ms. Sapphire placed one on his.

The four of you tried various positions during the night. Your plug was removed and replaced with a tongue, and then a hard cock. You enjoyed being filled by more than one partner as you licked and sucked in positions you hadn’t previously tried. You were asked to remove Ms. Sapphire’s plug as her man sucked her clit and she sucked your lover’s cock again.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but after a while, as you are tired and satiated, you hear a bell ring.

“Mesdames et Messieurs, merci for attending tonight’s festivities. If you need a room for the night, please signal and the staff will assist you. If you are leaving for the night, we thank you for your attendance.”

You and your lover get dressed. He quickly pulls on his pants, and shirt but leaves the tie untied and the jacket open. He hands you your dress which you put on. You aren’t sure where your g-string went, but your stockings are still on.

“Can’t we get a room and spend the night? This place is amazing.” You say like a kid at an amusement park.

He shakes his head. “Not this time my love. I have an early morning meeting at work. Next time they have an event, we will plan on spending the night.”

From the couch he picks up your ruby butt plug. “Don’t forget my gift.” As he hands it to you, you smile.

“I’d never forget such a beautiful and useful gift.” You kiss him and leave together.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 1

 You step into the limousine, you expect to see him in the backseat, but there is only a box and a note.

“My driver is taking you to a special club. Change into the outfit in the box. Wear everything in the box, and don’t wear anything else”.

You go to ask the driver a question and he puts up the partition before you can ask him anything.

In the box you see red lingerie. It is all silk & lace. A half-bra that cups your breasts but shows your nipples, a matching pair of g-string panties, a garter belt, stockings, red stilettos, a tube of lube, a jeweled butt plug, and a red silk dress that is loose, low cut in the front (exposing your breasts) and high cut on the sides, all the way to your waist.

As the car is driving, you get undressed. You put on the garter belt first. The silk and lace are smooth but textured against your skin. You pull on the right stocking first. “‘Oh my God” you think, “these are silk stockings, not nylon. How expensive was this?”

You slowly slide the stocking up, and secure it. You slowly pull on the left stocking. The silk is cool and smooth on your skin. You pull up the g-string. The silk crotch feels so good on your smooth mound.

You pull on and secure the bra. The half cups feel strange, after wearing a full bra all day. The lace trim is just below your nipples. As you move, the trim softly rubs the edge of your nipples. It feels good and your nipples harden a bit.

You pull the dress on. It is cut so it goes around your breasts. As you move you feel more silk rub against you. “This feels so damn good” you think.

The last things in the box are the lube, butt plug and shoes. The shoes you will put on, when the car stops. You pick up the plug. It seems heavier than it should. You look at the jewel. Where you normally see a single fake jewel. You see instead a dozen small red stones in a circular pattern. “Are these rubies? Is this made from gold?”

You don’t want to think, if this is real, what’s it worth. You know he likes to buy you expensive gifts but this is crazy.

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out. You take the lube, lie sideways on the seat and put lube on your fingers. You slide the string from your butt cheeks, and slowly rub the lube around and in your tight butt hole.

As you do, it feels good. You remember how he licks you there during sex. You slide one finger in and out. You add more lube, and then a second finger. This plug isn’t as big as you have seen in videos, so two fingers should relax your ass enough.

You lube the plug. It’s cold, but is warming against your skin.

You press it against your puckered hole. Breathe, relax, and slide it in.

You put the g-string back in place and sit normally.

In a bit, the car stops. You hear the driver talk to the security speaker. You hear a buzz and black iron gates open. The car continues up the drive to a mansion that you have never seen before.

The car stops at a small walkway, leading to double doors at the entrance. The driver opens the door. You slip on your red stilettos and get out. You realize the driver is looking at your nipples and they harden.

You step from the car and adjust your dress. Your panties and garters are visible from the side slits. You walk to the doors. The driver wordlessly closes the door, gets back in and drives away.

At the door, is a doorman attired in what looks like a 18th century servant’s uniform. Lots of silk, lace, and buttons. He is wearing a powdered wig. As you walk to the door, he says, “You are expected, Madam.” You step in and the doors close behind you.

The Estate is beautiful, the large open hallway is lit with crystal lamps and lined with mirrors. The light is almost dazzling. You walk forward towards where you hear voices and you see another butler, attired similarly to the doorman. He opens the large French doors to the dining room. “Please enter Madam”.

You see a large table that is set for a large party. Near the back of the room is an oak bar where you see men in tuxedos, and women wearing dresses similar to yours. The difference with the women’s dresses is that each one is a different color. Sapphire blue, emerald green, garnet red, topaz yellow, etc. You are ruby red. Their nipples are as exposed as yours. You see lovely pink, brown, and tan nipples on breasts of various shapes and sizes. You are a bit excited by this.

You see him and you walk over. He is sexy in his tux, which you have seen him wear before. The only difference is that his bow tie is ruby red, like your dress. He sees and kisses you. “I am so glad you made it. And your outfit looks great on you. Come sit here.” He points to a bar stool next to him, and as you sit, you feel the pressure of the plug in your ass. “Here’s your drink. I think the party will begin soon.” He motions to the bartender who is dressed in 18th century attire also, and your drink is placed before you. This doesn’t surprise you, he knows your favorite drink and has done similar things at restaurants in the past.

As you take a sip. A tall woman in an extremely tight leather bustier with matching leather pants with stiletto boots enters the room. She holds up a champagne glass.

“Madams and Messieurs, welcome to the Estate. This is my home. Before we begin dinner and entertainment, we have a few house rules that will be obeyed or you will lose your privilege of being here.

“First, each of you brought your partner. You dressed them in your selected color. You must start and end your evening with them.

“Second, everything must be agreed to. If it is your first time trying something, that is fine, but you must get agreement from Everyone Involved.

“Third, what happens here, Stays here. Any activities that you wish to continue outside of the Estate is the responsibility of all of those involved, which once again must be mutually agreed to.

“Four, this place is for pleasure and enjoyment. Nothing else. If a person objects to an activity or does not want to participate, then thank them and move to another person. If anyone makes a mistake with the rules, they will be gently reminded. But if anyone flagrantly breaks a rule, you will be escorted from the Estate and barred entry to future events. Does everyone agree? Signify by raising your glass and saying ‘Oui Mistress’.”

Both you both raise your glasses and loudly shout “Oui Mistress”.

“Then be seated at the dining room table, dinner is first.”

(And here we will pause. Return tomorrow for Part 2 of “Welcome to the Estate”)

Holiday Stroll

 

You and I are sitting and relaxing at home. The TV is on and there are commercials for various holiday specials and deals. One ad shows a couple walking down the street and looking at holiday displays.

“We could do that.” You say to me.

“We could do what?” I respond.

“We could grab our jackets and walk around the neighborhood. This past week I’ve noticed more houses decorated for the holidays. We should look around, now that the sun is down.”

I glance at the window. It is dark outside, but the weather is clear and cool.

You stand up and extend your hand to me. “Besides, it’s been a while since we just walked together anywhere. Just strolling along without having to rush somewhere.”

I take your hand and stand up.

“Ok, I’m sold. We can walk around the neighborhood like we live in a Hallmark movie.” I say as I walk towards the door and grab my jacket from the hook.

You kiss me on the cheek and grab your jacket.

“What was that for?” I ask.

“You said, like in a Hallmark movie, so I wanted to give you a quick ‘rom-com’ kiss.”

We step outside and the weather is pleasant. The sky is dark except for the stars that are visible in the clear air.

I take your hand as we stroll down the street. We look at houses that have lights around the windows, and others that have inflatable characters on their lawns. A few have lights in trees. I grip your hand tighter and you lean you head on my shoulder.

“We should do this more often.” You say as we reach the end of our street.

“Shall we go down the next street and see what they decorations they have?”

“Sure” you say as you squeeze my hand.

Both of us gasp as we see projectors, lights, and inflatables that we hadn’t seen before.

“Let’s get some photos.: You say as you pull your cellphone from your pocket. I take out mine too. We both take photos of the displays from different angles.

We do this for houses on both sides of the street.

When we get to the end of the street, we stop and you take a panoramic shot of the houses visible from there.

“Let me see, what you shot.” I say as I hand you my phone. We both scroll through the photos. “You take such beautiful photos.”

“Thanks…. Oh. I must have scrolled too far. I didn’t know you kept that on your phone.” You say, as you hand it back. The photo is a close up of your pussy.

One I took when we were having fun months ago.

“Your pussy always looks so pretty to me. I enjoy looking at it when you aren’t around.”

“Really. Have other people seen it?”

I feel like I am in trouble now. “No, I don’t think so. I don’t show people the photos on my phone.”

You quickly look around, and gently push me back into a darkened area by a bush and a fence. “Pull out your dick. I want to take a photo of it. I want one on my phone. Fair is fair.” You say with a wicked tone to your voice.

I look around nervously and undo my fly. I pull it out. The air is cold on it.

“Awww, it looks small and cold. I don’t want a photo of that.” You say as squat down in front of me and start stroking it. If feels soft and floppy in your hand. “No this won’t do at all.” You say and then you put it in your mouth.

You feel it soft and warm in your mouth as you suck it. You grab the base and squeeze. You pull it from your mouth and stroke it as it hardens for you.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask.

“Then you better get hard for me so I can take the photo.” You playfully say. “Mmmm, I love your flavor.” You say as you lick the hardening shaft, then suck the tip.

“That’s better.” You take your phone and take a couple of photos. You then grip it hard. “I want you to take a photo of me sucking you. I want you to know your cock is mine to use.”

I take my phone, and snap a couple of photos. One of you with it all the way in your mouth and the other with you looking up as you suck me.

We hear a car drive by. “I think we should finish this back home.” I say.

“Give me just another minute.” You say as you stroke me faster and grip my balls. “I said I enjoy your flavor. I want you to cum in my mouth.” You suck me harder.

You enjoy the feeling of the spongy tip in your mouth and ridge pushing down your tongue as you take it deeper.

I put my phone in my pocket and put my hands on your head. You grab my rear as you move your head up and down on my hard cock. I moan in pleasure.

My cock feels slick with saliva and pre-cum. You can taste my acrid but sweet flavor.

You back up and open your mouth. “Stroke it and cum in my mouth.” You say.

I do, in only a few strokes I shoot strands of cum onto your open mouth and chin. I keep stroking until it stops and dribbles on my hand. You suck the tip, then stand up and kiss me. I can taste myself on your lips, as I put my dick away and do up my fly.

“When we get home, you can return the favor. But no photos this time. Unless I take them.” We walk back to the house.

After a while, as you clasp my hand as you say, “Yes, I like these evening strolls. I think we should do this more often.”

I give you a side hug, “Yes, my dear, I think we should.”

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