Taking a Drive Ch. 01

HIM

"Le Mouton, seven sharp, Suit and tie required..." Ms Martin didn't bat an eye using her American Express Black card for the five thousand plus bill on her 2017 red Ferrari Portofino convertible. Set of tires and an oil change, twenty thousand mile service. I'm the assistant manager of the service department, I've been servicing her car since new. Ordering me to meet her at one of the most expensive and trendy restaurants in town.

Dark almost burgundy hair in a tight bun, piercing blue eyes, tall as I am in her high heels. Navy blue pin stripe suit, long legs covered in the below the knee pencil skirt. One of my most demanding customers waiting patiently working on her computer in the customer lounge. As gorgeous as her car... Only time I have seen her smile is when she starts her turbo V8.

***

Once or twice a year she brings her Ferrari into service for the last seven years, always wants to wait. Partner at a big law firm. Way out of my league, very nervous about crossing over the line from a customer to dinner at a fancy restaurant, why me? Always look her in the eye with the utmost respect, meet her demands with the most integrity I can muster. Here I am, she told me to take an uber. Her car is parked next to the valet stand.

Maitre-de's fake smile vanished when I told him who I was meeting. "This way sir.." The opulence is intimidating, winding past the tables with the A-list cocktail dresses, gentleman who could surely afford any car at the dealership. Leading me to a private booth in the corner, I can feel the scorn at my three hundred dollar suit.

Furtive glances when Ms Martin slides from the booth and stands at my arrival. Breath taking one shoulder black dress with the long leg displayed in the slit almost to her hip, her drive me hard turbo V8 smile makes me dizzy.

Follow her delicate hand as she displays herself wanting me to look, soft moan when I kissed the back of her hand. Her perfume, her hips, luscious breasts swaying, manicured red nails in her toeless strap heels. "Damn you shaved." Giggled as the maitre-de popped the cork on the champagne.

"Relax, my friends call me Stella." Sitting and sliding around the half round booth making room for me. Patting the seat next to her can't help looking at her legs exposed from the long dress, "Glad you looked," Her other hand was teasing the lace cutout between her very substantial breasts, perfectly grape fruit size, "Makes me feel like a woman."

"Stella," I took a sip of the champagne, "Are you trying to get a discount or something?" Gulped the rest of it, get it while I can. Service is amazing our waitress appeared out of nowhere filling my flute.

"That's the rudest thing you have ever said to me!" Her pouty lips made my dick jump, tongue action on the rim of her champagne flute gave my cock a serious jolt. "Have you ever called me a flying bitch behind my back?" Before I could think of an answer two plates of escargot were set on the table, delicious bubbly refilled again.

"Use the little fork above the plate." Condescending bitch was back with a smile. All this silverware placed precisely, "Ummm.." her lips and tongue wrapped the tender morsel. Full blown hard-on is in a serious painful bind. "Garlic and butter lets it slide all the way down my throat..." Sneakingly tried adjusting my dick putting my napkin in my lap.

"Now we're getting somewhere." I was busted, her nipples jumping didn't help. Slimy dripping little things were tasty, "Wipe your chin.." oh so motherly, she wasn't looking at my face.

"Why me?" Couldn't help myself chuckling, she retracted her hand that was close to feeling the growing lump hidden by the linen napkin.

"Because I've been trying to rattle you for years!" Turbo smile was gracing her face, "You've been the most polite, patient man." Leaned in closer, "And handsome!" Another appetizer with some cheese was delivered, "I even thought you were gay!" Waitress giggled overhearing the conversation.

Dropped my napkin on the floor, "Nope!" Our server got a good look at the bulge in my pants.

"Oh Sir! Let me take care of that!" Server blushing profusely, fanning herself made Stella laugh out loud. She has a beautiful laugh.

"Now you're making me laugh!" I wanted to keep Stella laughing. All through the next four or five courses of our meal she peppered me with questions about my life. Told her I got lucky getting the lot boy job when I was young. Then the master mechanic took me under his arm, he liked my jokes.

Moved thru several positions ending up as assistant service manger. Only employer I have ever had. Stella wanted to know about my old girlfriends, my divorce when my high school sweetheart started getting crazy. So easy to talk to her, she learned all about my sexual history. "It's been a year!" She was happy that I had only a few short relationships over the years. We shared a dessert, some flaming cherry confection, our first kiss.

Best cup of coffee I have ever had, dinner tab cleared with a wave of her hand, they know her very well. Both of us sober and she is ready for a drive. "Does it bother you that I am seven years older than you?" Makes her thirty four years old compared to my twenty seven, I know the math doesn't work, she told me thirty three, her birthday is in two weeks. She has done very well for herself, law school, earning a partnership in her firm, a career that takes a lifetime for some.

"You're riding, where do you live?" One more test, I know most of her requirements have been met, she told me so. Stella knows how to drive well going in the opposite direction from my home. Curvy road ending at an overlook, a lovers lane.

Kisses so sweet, deep and passionate over the center console, a barrier between our lust. Breasts firm with a slight droop, ticklish at the overlap gives her the shivers. Large puffy aureoles with nuggets begging to be pinched. She placed my hand on her panty covered vulva, delicate lace and satin soaked. Glow of the dashboard lights sparkle in her eyes. "Let me see it..." Not satisfied stroking my love stick hidden under my slacks.

"It's beautiful.. it's perfect.." Lips inches away craning over the center console, long curled hair shielding my view of her smile. Caress her side bosom, rising my hips for her need, tap, tap tap, the flashlight is blinding...

"Yes officer.." Her laughter is contagious, even he is laughing, "I'll put the top up next time officer.." covering her one exposed boob. Me finding my zipper and top button. The stars, the moon and the city lights. Drive to my house was sublime with the wind in our hair, rising tone of the turbo V8, our future in the balance.

On my heels at the doorstep, reminds me of high school when my sweetheart promised her love when her parents opened the door. Burble of her car idling in the driveway, removed and pushed her panties to my nose, "Think of me.. start thinking of our second date.. something sexy and classy.. this isn't over.."

HER

"Ciao!" They know him at this small Italian bistro, "You bring a woman! Testa Rossa!" Classic chef with a white apron, spilled marinara sauce here and there.

"Mama Mia!" Sophia Loren look-a-like smashing her big boobs hugging him, "You no like our cookin' any more?" Pinching his cheek, "Been a while, Heh?"

Dress casual he said, I had to buy some denim jeans, haven't worn them since college. Old red satin button down blouse leaving the tails out, "Bellamisimo!" Love the way the material glides over my nipples making them stand out, I'm about to be mauled in the old Italian tradition.

"This is Stella.." Veal parmesan, chianti, I was part of the family. Not his real family, close friends from many years back. Sophia, yes her real name, was our server, bus boys were fighting over who got to take the dishes away.

Sophia hugged me whispering in my ear "He's a good man.."

Three blocks away is an Avant Garde theater. Giddy felt like high schoolers walking down the street holding sweaty palms. Special show mixing modern dance with ballet, rumors that it may be riske'. Our usher confessed to being Sophia's daughter, front row table, center seats.

Nervous as he quietly ordered drinks taking the lead, expressing his dominance. Cognac and smoked oysters wrapped in bacon, this man doesn't know he just hit a homer, bases loaded. Two buttons undone to prove I'm brasserie free not that he hadn't noticed already.

First act was no better than a cheerleader routine. Second act was set to a spicy jazz theme was much better, waiting for the curtain to open for the marque: Two Lost Lovers.

The curtains opened to a waif in the forest. Gossamer thin white one piece body suit barely covering her sex. Darkened aureoles visible and the small patch of pubic hair on her prominent mound. Classic ballet moves with sexy body gyrations.

Program listed the scenes, he was narrating softly in my ear "Lost in the forest." We were sitting hip to hip, ours hands on each others inner thighs. Warm breath sent shivering chills to my toes. En Pointe every sinewy strand in the ballerina's legs stretched with effortless strain. Telling the story with her hands, acting was impeccable.

Across and all around the stage touching her self remembering a lost love, caresses that would be embarrassing in public. Can't find her way in the dark forest. Slumped shoulders and full body sobs. Soon the sobs became the pangs of hunger, the body's need for nourishment. Collapsing in tears at the base of tangled bushes.

Slowly a face appeared from the foliage, long blonde stringy hair, face from the bodice ripper romance novels sold in supermarkets. "Salvation.."

His tongue jiggled my dangly pierced ear ring, flinched slamming my knees together.

On stage an arm worthy of the Sistine Chapel, one finger extended touching the sleeping form, a curiosity that he had never seen before.

Awakening the nymph coaxed the adonis into the open, a tiger from his lair. Same white material covers his testes and penis, less coverage than an athletic supporter framing his manhood. "Staff of life." Felt his hardness extend down his pant leg, his uncomfortable squiggle in his chair.

Perfect male specimen, defined pectorals, washboard abdominals, the vee leading to his thrusting manhood. "A new world." Graceful ballet stretching to pluck an apple from a high limb, mimics how she should receive the bounty to her hungry stomach. Dancing together in joy and sustenance.

"Dance of the gods." He gasped at the two bodies gyrating, her flexibility and his gentle strength lifting her to the fruits of the land.

His little finger had reached the pinnacle of my inseam, the fire smoldering at his touch.

The lovers on stage portraying positions from the Kama Sutra.

The acts are nearing the end, "Arrogance." He mumbles with contempt. The dullard is captivated, totally submissive to her whims.

The tiny dancer with a flourish of her arm shows him that there is a more to the world than his garden of eden. Dragging her reluctant hero to the edge, he's scared, has never been any further.

Who cares if the whole theater can see us kissing!

Wonderful how the dancers can pantomime the emotions. Our Atlas slumping to the ground with loneliness, his brave heart not strong enough to follow. He shows me the program, neither of us can speak, 'Rejuvination.' The last act..

Crack of lightening, rumble of the music, Waif is back trembling in fear seeking his shelter. Rain shower has made the costumes absolutely see thru. His cock is hard and pulsing, her breasts and vulva engorged with lust. From our front row table we see every detail in their glory. Making love on stage for all to see, passion and grace, raw and spastic...

A roulade of bodies and music, a climax of the absolute most romanic date ever... What has this man done to me? On stage the man has his lover in the air holding her by the hips, flying while she convulses in ecstasy. Announcer has the finishing proclamation: "She is his Sun and He is her Earth!"

My man crouching for the standing ovation, straining in his jeans. Quickly I reach in his pocket to adjust so he can stand straight. Wrapping me in his arms for a kiss that makes the world go away. Insane with lust pushing him to the exit door, to the ally.

Frantically shoving him against the wall next to the dumpster, ripping at his button fly I need to see his cock again, feel it pulse in my grip. Dizzy from the tonsillectomy we are giving each other. Turning the tables slamming me against the wall, see stars from banging my head without breaking our lips.

Rod is stiff as steel full in my hand, stroke him faster I need to break him... My blouse ripped open, squeezing the underside of my tits so he can attack my nipples with his gasping mouth. Yes! Yes! Yes! Ejaculations cover my fingers stroking him faster, my torture. His fingers matching the rhythm under my tight jeans in my cunt, only thing holding me up..

Laughter echoing brings us out of our daze, "I can't do this.. not now.." In the darkness his shining blue eyes watch me tie the tails of my shirt, feel so slutty, and in love...

Crestfallen as he opens the door for my ride share, "Next weekend is my birthday..." Put a disappointed smile on his face leaving him alone at the curb...

HIM and HER

He's broken, she wouldn't return his texts or calls until Thursday when the picture dinged up on his phone. Black high heel pressing an accelerator pedal, no words, no message. Later in the evening an image of the business jacket spread open, light blue silk blouse unbuttoned with a hint of areole in the cleavage, no face.

Friday mornings image had his co-workers concerned for his well being. Taken from the dashboard, sitting in the drivers seat of the Ferrari he knew so well.

Pencil skirt was hiked up over her hips, palm covering her Venus mons clearly with no panties. Other hand under the blouse projecting the hard nipple hidden underneath, cherry red glossed lips cropped at the top of the picture.

Several unreturned texts and an urgent phone call to her office that was rebuffed by the receptionist. Blocked he was taking his frustration out on the mechanics, "This place better be fucking spotless at the end of the day!"

The shop guys all knew her when the top down red Turbo V8 Portofino Ferrari screeched to a halt in the service lane, skid marks on the freshly shined surface. What surprised them most was the vision getting out of the car.

Red blouse tied with a ton of cleavage, long red wine colored hair braided in a tail. Tossed her sunglass on the dash. Tight low cut jeans distracting them from her midriff, bouncing around in high end driving shoes they sold in the parts department.

"Could someone very, very important around here check my fluids?" The service manager who knows every Ferrari in a five hundred mile radius had a shop rag in his hand, the old lech was front and center. So was the dealership manger in his thousand dollar Italian suit.

"Very important.." Standing right in front of him at the service desk. Haven't had this much ruckus in the service department in years. He wouldn't allow it.

"Test drive too.." She was handing him the electronic key fob.

"Woohoo!" Catcalls were coming from the lot boys and technicians. Erasing any doubt she pulled him over the counter for a smoking hot kiss. Was the two day stubble making her blush?

"Can you get the afternoon off?" Loud enough the spectators could hear. For years he did most the work, service manger only stayed around to get out of the house. Couple of questions about the stack of paperwork giving him tacit approval.

Dealership manager, who usually didn't do him any favors said, "I'll lock up tonight.." Stella knew that Gino was first in the morning and last man out at night, brutal hours.

Stella turned to the manager, picked a piece of lint from his suit, smoothed his lapel and adjusted the handkerchief in his breast pocket, "Saturday too?"

Manager was nodding his head yes, not looking at her luscious lips, or the gold and diamond necklace. Gave her tits a shimmy watching his eyes get wide, his head followed every shake and undulation. "Tits work every time!" With her turbo smile. He laughed at himself with the others.

"See'ya Monday!" Manager was jingling the keys in his pocket. Stella laughed at his gesture, turned showing her gorgeous ass, gave it a little swat.

"You're driving!" Everybody watched her ooze over the top of the door plopping herself in the passenger seat. Seat belts were ever so sexy.

Many of the guys had teased him about his good looks. "Go get'm Valentino!" Somebody yelled from the back. His ever present five o'clock shadow, the hair on his chest, his striking blue eyes that belied his heritage.

His Gucci loafers slipping into the drivers side. Sex on wheels, he was so nonchalant. Finely tuned engine sparring to life, it was an opera. "It's my birthday!" She yelled as they shot from the garage. Most men would give their left nut to be in his position, a post card from Italy!

Backroads he knew, curves around hills, valleys and peaks, rising notes from the engine, tires moaning at their limit. His delicate control of the powerful thoroughbred, the vibrations resonating thru their bodies, sensuous thrills. Sexual tension rising by the second, Stella was on a rollercoaster out of her control, destination unknown.

Nearing dusk, "Do you remember that lover's lane?" Very few words had been spoken. He was losing control, eyes straying to her red finger nails nipping at her breasts, dipping into her valley of lust. He was not smelling hot tires and burning exhaust from her multiple orgasms. "Turn right, my driveway is the next left.." Giving orders again.

House at the top of a ridge overlooking the lovers lane, the city a vast expanse of lights below. Private paradise with no neighbors in view. "Hands on the wheel!" Stella barked at him parked on the circle drive, under the stars, the moonlight. Desperate luscious kisses shedding her untied blouse.

"On the wheel!" He was reaching for her, she was struggling with his belt. Ripped his shop uniform shirt from his chest, shoved his pants and underwear to his knees, "It's beautiful.." His prick was throbbing, a whisper away from exploding.

Stella twists in the seat thumping her shoes to the floorboard, squiggling her jeans over her hips, down off her ankles, gets back to her knees on the seat cushion facing him. "Please keep your hands on the wheel... don't talk" He was white knuckled with both hands together at the top of the arch.

"Like my birthday suit?" Swiped a digit between her nether lips applying her gloss on his top lip. "Wear it all weekend." Giggled at the emission leaking from the tiny slit on his crown. Kissed him again trying to tie his tongue into a knot. Went lower kissing his bobbing adam's apple, suctions a large love mark on his throat where everyone can see while rubbing her tits on his arm and shoulder.

Involuntarily his hips spasm, quickly she ducks under his outstretched arms, fingertips aiming his cock geysering before her lips can surround his spewing essence. Too much to swallow at once she let it drip and dribble down his shaft to his balls, a mess she will clean later.

Not following orders any longer palms both sides of her head, steering, kissing his tormentor deeply. His turn for an overpowering tongue lashing, breathing for each other while the world spins. Looking into her eyes for the love he's never known.

"Inside." He moaned. Was he getting shy? Attempting to pull up his pants she pulled the door release and shoulder bumped him over the door sill. Laughing she doffed his loafers tearing his pants from his ankles while he scrambled to get up.

"Leaving your socks on is so sexy!" Both were laughing now sitting on the concrete with his feet on the driver seat so she could remove them. Rolling out and to his feet his shirt landed near his pants where she tossed them behind the car.

"How do you like my birthday suit?" he was dancing away towards her front door. "Do you keep a key under the doormat?" Bending for the ground waving his ass and balls at her. Intense passion to shared guffaws in the flick of an eye, they were meant for each other.

"You're on camera!" Stella was punching the code for the security door latch. "I'll use it in court!" Running inside the house. Thankfully the motion detector turned on a light so he missed colliding with the couch. Chased her down the hall to the master suite.

In moments they were on top of her bed rolling, trying to find the ticklish spots, writhing for supremacy, kissing, melting together.

"Right there..?" Licking the sweat on her under boobs. He continued, "Here.." Over her heart. "Mama's knot.." Swirling her belly button. Scooted to his knees pushing her thighs up and wide.

Basking in the flurry of kisses she tucked a pillow under her head looking down between her breasts. His lips on the back of each knee, inching up her thighs, the crease near her puffy labia.

Breathing on the little pokey protruding from the hiding spot, quivering, goose bumps popping. "In me.." Scratchy whiskers rubbing all around were making her insane.

Caressing her own boobs, staring at his dick. He's surveying her body spread wide open, wanton. "Don't come in me.. no birth.." Words were cut short when his tongue swiped her clit. Lips surrounding the center of her universe, tongue flickering at the star.

"Can't perform on an empty stomach.." he laughed. Slurped from near her anus, deep in her folds, capturing her clitoris again. "Fruit salad, a juicy peach," Kissed the little heart shaped tuft of hair. Continued up, "Fresh melons.." Nibbling on her nipples.

Frantically her grip is drawing his cock, begging to be filled. So close, tip brushing her slot, his resistance is too strong. Snapped her submission, "Eat me fucker!" Fleury of arms and legs she got on top grinding her pussy in his face, gagging herself on his meat, she's starving.

Racing to the finish, deeper and deeper she plunges, cupping his balls, rising orgasm gives her a supercharged will to touch her nose to his testes. His scratchy stubble rubbing her raw, pain and pleasure in a swirl of madness. Fingers deep in her cunt, teeth clamping her clit, crack of his hand on her ass... both of them on the last breath when the volcanic eruptions began.

Opening her eyes, "You're still shaking.." His words soft and sexy. Getting his wits back, drained so thoroughly nearly passing out. She was an incoherent mess spouting gibberish. His blue eyes were drowning in her beauty. "Who's Sam?" Barely a whisper.

"Need you in me.." Dodging the question, what had she let slip out? She reached for his deflated manhood. Slippery with his juices and her salvia, stroking some firmness back, "Please.."

"In here..?" Softly his fingertips plucked at her heart shaped tuft of pubic hair.

"Never felt this way.." Pleading with her eyes, "Need you in me.." Spreading her legs and trying to snuggle underneath him. "Deep inside me.." His finger grazes her pulsing opening.

"It's so tight.." His middle finger tapping her front spongy spot, adding his index finger pressing up observing her mons rise and quiver.

"Your beautiful cock.." Her fist gripping at the base stroking to the top feeling the stiffness coming back, "Stretching me open.. need all of it.." Delirium setting in with her ecstasy rising. "Nooo..."

He slipped down the bed placing her leg on his shoulder, left hand wrapped around pressing on her mons, stretching and exposing her clit so he can flick it with his tip of his tongue. Right hand diving deep poking at the entrance of her uterus. "Come for me!" His tongue drilling her piss hole.

"Fuck Me!" Stella shattered, squirting and convulsing, legs and arms flailing. Rib cage and tummy contracting so tight, "Guck, Guck, Guck," searching for a breath. A minute maybe more of trembling, eyes darting around not recognizing her own bedroom.

"Breathe for me." Hovering above her, tip of his cock poking her vulva, she's limp as he hooks her ankles behind his knees, folds her arms around his neck. Grabbing the base of her braided pony tail, "Look at me.." Her head had been wallowing, looking around like she was lost in a forest.

"Oh God!" Spastic pelvic muscles gripping the ridge of his cock head against her G spot, "Fucking heaven!" Tip of his dick tipping her greedy cervix, "Love you!" It was the scream of an over-revving engine before it blew apart.

Grinding the base of his cock against her bone, his love deep in her soul. Bursts of potent semen casing her pupils to dilate wildly, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" sounded like staccato backfires. Whites of her eyes rolled up for a climatic seizure, all he could do to hang on to the snarling, flailing wildcat.

He rolled her on top of him when the tremors became manageable never leaving her velvet glove. As her respiration became soft and steady her eyes fluttered for a moment and a hint of a frown when their union slipped apart sliding to his side. Head on his shoulder he could feel the smile return.

***

She had been awake for several minutes afraid to open her eyes when his body shifted, it had been years since she had a man in her bed. Snuggled so close, both of them had slept nude on top of the covers. "I'm awake.." She spoke softly not wanting the dream to end. Him squeezing ever closer she knew he was too. "Something very special happened last night."

"Something really special is going to happen if I don't find a bathroom soon." She loved having his penis in her hand, engorged but slightly different.

"Kiss me first!" She had a bright chuckle. Most intimate kiss, dry lips touching, staring into each other eyes, trading morning breath. Gentle grip on his dick, "Follow me!" She wouldn't let go.

"I love you.." She nearly stumbled at his sincere words walking backwards to her boudoir.

"Step into my trap!" Extensive walk in closet, wardrobe, makeup counter, jacuzzi, toilet and bidet. The shower was a large corner with a glass partition. "Words like that I may never let you go!"

"I gotta go sooner rather than later!" Stella was holding back the tears of joy even with the light hearted banter, both of them had turbo smiles.

"Awe, don't be shy.." She stepped in the shower turning on the ceiling spray letting it warm up. Looking over his shoulder releasing his pent up bladder she wouldn't let him out of her sight, "Cute ass!"

She was gorgeous pressed against the clear glass, he was getting hard already making it difficult to pee. "Come here.." Her voice had turned to a demanding vixen. Pointing to the floor in the center of the steamy rain. Stepping in his prick was rock hard pointing to the ceiling, "Hands on your head.." Her hands on his jaw, whiskers nearing a beard for a now familiar passionate kiss. Her fingers began to wander as the kiss continued. Hairy chest, pinching his nipples, laying a trail for her lips to follow. Lower and lower until she was squatting in front of his turgid member.

Meeting his eyes, when she kissed the knot at the crown, making him moan and his knees buckle slightly. Worshiping his staff, sucking his nuts, forcing his feet wider so she could tickle his scrotum. Edging him with deep plunges till his knees shook.

His hands slipping to his neck with interlocked fingers, elbows waving as he fought the urge to press her skull all the way down his prick. Stella was the only woman who had done that to him, like she did last night, her nose in his pubes. His lust was raging.

Her left hand controlling his hip thrusts, right hand creeping closer to his virgin butthole. Losing control his hands tangled in her wet hair, her eyes shining in victory. Her two fingers pressing his prostrate while his soul burst from his cock, over and over. Losing his vision fighting not to fall to the tile floor.

She was catching her breath watching his drained dick spasm in time with her fingers in his ass. "Love you!" She loved making him yell, top of his lungs several times. She was still squatting at his feet when he slumped to the bench, she was licking the fingers that had been up his ass. "Nasty bitch.." 


"Keep saying that," Her piss was gushing on his shins, "We have all day.." Both of them see the yellow pool wash away to the drain. By the time the shower was finished every nook and crevice had been cleaned and pampered.

Omelets and mimosas for breakfast, both of them were starved. Then the grand tour of her home. Lower level veranda faced the national forest, an infinity lapping pool, outdoor kitchen. Halibut fillets thawing in a garlic butter sauce, vegetables on skewers ready for grilling.

"When's the last time you got drunk?" She already had several bottles of champagne on ice.

"The day my divorce was final, bender lasted three days." She knew that was a touchy subject. Purposely stirring his emotions, his dark passions. He added, "Didn't have a drink for three years after that.".

"Who's Sam?" He probed back. She had let that slip during a near mind melting orgasm.

"You are the only man I have fucked with out a rubber." Flicker in her eye was similar to waking up this morning, he knew she was hiding something. Using crude words confirmed his suspicion. "Feeling you shoot your baby makers makes me wild." She mounted him cowboy, conversation was over for a while, "Come in me now!" She was giving orders again.

Last several hours had been spent nude sunbathing, both of them oiled up and shining. Massaging each other to satisfying rolling climaxes, easy, building to the explosive fucking both were anticipating. Tension arising much the same as riding in her Ferrari with him in control.

Several bottles of champagne and a few cognacs they were beginning to slur words. He laughed when she used silk scarves to tie his wrists to the armchair with big bows, put the drawstring from one side in his teeth. "If you open your mouth you will be in big trouble!"

Danced away returning with the small suit case, "Tickle torture!" First toy she showed him was the bundle of ostrich feathers. Added bonus was the blindfold. He loved her laugh while she tormented him.

Heard the vibrator before she started circling his nipples, inside of his thighs. Moaned when she edged his cock and balls with the vibrator. Yelped when she shoved it under his buns finishing him off with her hand spurting all over his hairy chest. Sighed his relief when she put the end of the scarf back in his mouth.

A few minutes while she prepared the next weapon in her arsenal. "Wanna see what's next?" He's still squirming with the princess vibe in his butt crack. She peeled the blindfold so he can see the strap-on waving in his face, "Ever had it in the ass Gay boy?"

"Not today!" She should've noticed the scarf wasn't trapped in his mouth. She loves his laugh too, arm wrapping her legs, extracting his other arm. Hoisting the squealing Stella over his shoulder dashing toward her antique canopy bed.

Battling the brute, scarves tying her hands above her head to the corner post. A fight she didn't want to win. "I'm the boss around here!" She chortles. He chuckles grabbing her plastic phallus, intrigued when he realizes it is double ended filling her pussy. Finds the buttons turning on the dual motors while he unbuckles the harness.

"Apparently I'm not the only dick around here." Standing next to the bed analytically rubbing his chin. "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve Huh?" Black suction cup dildo he compares to himself, almost the same size tossed back.

Pink snail shaped thing fits in the palm of his hand, "Clit sucker." She answers his question. Licks his lips tossing it back too. Dangles the chain with the two clamps, drops those on her belly. Powerful double dildo is having an effect her hips humping the air, nipple clamps fell poking her in the side.

Opens the velvet bag extracting the pink egg with a tail, remote control with various buttons. Clamps the bulb in his palm, takes a few minutes testing the buttons, he smiles.

"I'm cumming!" Her back arched, hips in the air, legs shaking, fake penis dancing in the soft lighting. He found the vibrator with the three bulbs that got bigger towards the wide base. Dropped the anal probe on the bed between her legs along with the bottle of lube.

"Dirty girl.." He chastised her. Pulling herself up she was attempting to untie the knots at her wrists with her teeth. Grabbed her ankle stretching her out, "Do I need to use these?" Holding the four cuffs hooked together with straps and latches.

"Not today.. Sir." She requested politely. He tossed those back in the suit case. Turned off the double dildo that had fallen out dropped it in the bag also. Plucks up the ostrich feathers.

"You learn fast tor a man.." Hint of female contempt. He brushes the bottom of her feet, inner thighs. Waking up the nerves, across her hips, sucking in her tummy getting close to her sex without going there. Her ribs, the arm pits are particularly sensitive. Wiggling to escape the torture but wants more. Under slope of her breast driving her insane, needing him to be rough..."You're sweating.." Breathing in her under arm, he's licking the beads, tears of her body.

"Fucking pervert!" Twisting her body so his lips can reach the neglected nipples, "Bite me.."

"Fucking cow!" His degrading words. She hopes his teeth are leaving marks, his grip painfully squishing her tits into unnatural shapes.

"Fuck my tits!" She growls. He mounts her chest, his fists smashing her breasts so his manhood tunnels in her cleavage, sweaty balls slipping over her sternum. Cranes her neck with an open mouth so her teeth can nip at his mushroom any time it is near.

Her hips are bucking, legs kicking, he knows she is orgasming from the pain and pleasure only from her tits. "Fuck!" His cream splattering her face and upper heaving chest. His kisses gathering all the spunk giving it to her with volatile kisses to her lips.

"I love you!" She uttered the words he's been longing for... stared at her for a long moment, he knows it's true.

"How old are you?" They had settled down with him feeding her, a champagne break, some bottled water. Rolling her to her stomach with a pillow under her hips, tightening the scarves around her wrists.

"Thirty four.." She was proud of her age and accomplishments, "Best birthday ever.." his hand making her buns shine with a coat of coconut oil.

"You have a gorgeous ass." He said with a smirk. She sees the twinkle in his eyes also.

"I think you should kiss my ass." With a little girl voice. He slapped her ass with a cupped hand making a plopping noise. Wiggling her hips making the globes shimmer, "Thirty three to go... I might have been bad this year." Raising her butt higher for her birthday spanking, spreading her knees a bit.

Slap on her other bun was louder, "Wimp..." His palm felt her flexing the very firm glutei, travels down the butt cleavage tapping her labia, back up a fingertip breezed over her anus causing a catch in her breath. Next slap was harder making some color rise.

Taking his hand away her hips rose in anticipation, lying next to her he watched her smile challenge him, fuller swing that might of left a hand print on her far buttock, "C'mon.." She was wanting more.

He was caressing, tugging on her inner thigh spreading her legs further. Dipping his middle finger in her pussy pulling the combined juices to circle her rosebud. Small slap over the defined crease at her hamstrings, fingertips grazing her labia. "Spank me dammit!" Her frustration boiling over.

He was still caressing her globes getting to his knees beside her. She could see his cock recovering nicely, stroking with his free hand, fingertip pressing into her sphincter. "Fucking spank me!" Tied arms tugging at the scarves, body writhing. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

His hand hurt stopping to examine her beet red ass. Humping the pillow, her tears breaking out, she cried out, "Harder!" His hand pain fueled her orgasm, she was entering the twilight zone. Several vicious slaps on her cunt and she was past the moon. "I'll always love you" She screamed, buried her head, did she say Sam?

He mounted the jerking flailing prone body, slammed his cock deep in her pussy, battering her womb. Shoved his thumb in her tight rippling asshole, "Say my name you nasty cunt!" Deep, deep he was injecting his penis poison. She was passed out when he rolled off to her side.

Her toe poking woke him up, no telling how long he had been out, "Untie me..." She was a mess lying on her side, hicks and teeth marks on her tits, purplish blotches on her derrière, "I Love you.." Tremors still radiating thru her body, "No man has ever made me feel this way.. take anything you want..."

Confusion clouded his blue eyes, long forgotten conflicts rising in his soul. Releasing her hands, wrists were red and raw. Beaming smile as if she was wearing her favorite golden bracelets.

Staggering to her feet she pulled her large antique victorian mirror to the foot of the bed. Flipped the switch spotlighting him on the bed, setting the small camera on a shelf framing the bed and their reflection.

Watching themselves in the reflection, snuggled together. Sloppily drinking champagne from the bottle, extra water helping their bodies recover. She giggles as he questions the video camera with his eyes, "Want to remember this forever..." Making her own personal porn.

"No other man will ever touch you," His determined dominate voice sent chills to her toes, "As long as you keep me around." His commitment and promise. She also felt his dick deflating. Stella knows the evidence in his divorce.

His ex-wife's fantasy was tying him to a chair making him witness three men fucking her all night, her name was Riley. She became a pornstar after the divorce. "Tighter! I don't want them to fall off." Stella gasped as he applied the nipple clamps.

On her knees framed perfectly in the mirror she shows him how to gather and knot her hair exposing her slender neck. His head over her shoulder, she watches him examine her collar bones, her breasts with the chain between. Her fingers dipping in her overflowing cunt. Spread the combined fluids on his lips, her distended nipples, sucking her fingers clean to do it again.

His fingers slipping the pink egg vibrator deep in her vagina, forcing her to press the buttons on the remote. Fist in her hair arching her back seeing her body contort, ribcage heaving orgasm overtaking her. His tongue flipping her diamond stud earrings making them sparkle. Growls in her ear, "I own you."

She finds his wandering hand placing it on her throat imploring him to choke her, control her in every way possible. Red faced from the lack of air, "Ruin me.." She rasps. Her hands on the bed keeping her from falling flat when he released her. Regains her breath the dangling nipple chain sending shocks through her system.

"Look at your self." Hand in her hair holding her head up, she can't do it by herself. Dangling arms, torso parallel above the silk sheets, tongue hanging out like an overheated dog. Full intensity of the rattling egg in her pussy. "Fucking slut!" His words caused her pussy to squirt wildly all over his thighs and angry purple cock.

She relishes the strain on her neck, he slaps her face, "Open your eyes!" She's reached her nirvana, nether world between pain and pleasure, heaven and hell. Shows her in the reflection the lumpy dildo he's threatening to shove up her ass.

His searing hot rod hilted in her bowels nearly causes an out of body experience, his cock reaching places no man has gone before. Rocking her quivering body back on his chest, his arms hugging her back against his chest, relentless upheavals. Powerful white lightning discharging in her guts, surrendering body and soul.

He ripped the nipple clamps from her chest, "Gino!" Her life changing screech, "Love.. you.." Her own hand slapped over the words, pinching her own nostrils she will die happy, the little death from French lore... They woke in the morning spooned together tight as she could be in his arms.

They used her Mercedes SUV to go into town, famished stopping at a cafe for brunch. They were a glowing couple drawing smiles near and far. Many commented assuming they were honeymooners. "Who's Sam?" His words made her sore ass squirm.

"She's my life long friend." His trepidation washed away, it's a woman! "We grew up together, we've done everything together!" He wanted to hear more, "We even lost our virginity together." They were college roommates, her last secrets bubbling out. "She's going to love you!"

Samantha Hastings was a high flyer at a New York City hedge fund. Expected people to know her name. Owned a vacation condo downtown that Stella shared sometimes when her schedule forced her to work long hours. Stella was proud that she had earned her own multiple millions. "You don't have to work anymore.."

"I love my job.." He did, not as much as he loved her. She loved her job too, both of them would work out their living arrangements.

"When can you get a weeks vacation I'll introduce you to her," she giggled, "They called us the terrible twins..." Sam wanted a copy of the video.

Could he share her with another woman?

To be continued?

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