by Victoria Manley
(09/07/05)
I'm a man who loves women. I'm a connoisseur of the fairer sex. I love to please them...tease them...make them beg for what they want. And I never deny them that pleasure.
I love for the first physical contact to be in the back seat of my sedan. The cramped quarters do not give enough room for stretching out, so I bring the lady over my thighs to straddle my lap facing me. In that position my hands are free to touch her, and her clothed crotch is vulgarly close to mine. The aroma of her womanly fragrance begins to fill the air as the warmth of her body becomes evident.
Vanessa and I had done the cyber and the phone sex things, so now it was time to get down to business. We met in the parking lot behind the mall and got in the back seat of my car. The windows were darkly tinted, so I had hoped that she would feel comfortable. She smiled at me and I could see the blush of anticipation on her throat.
"Are you nervous?"
She nodded.
"Yes, a little, Jonathan."
I gently stroked her cheek with the tips of my fingers.
"Don't be. You know I wouldn't do anything you don't want me to."
She nodded again, but I could sense a bit of indecision. I patted my lap.
"Come. Straddle my lap facing me and we'll just talk."
She brightened, liking the idea, and eased her right leg over me, then settled down on my thighs. I gave her a moment to get comfortable, and then put my hands on her bottom to scoot her closer to my body. Her eyes grew wide, and then her blue-shadowed lids half closed as she felt my erection against her panty-covered crotch.
"May I touch you?" she asked.
Her voice was timid, like a little girl asking permission for a new toy.
I unfastened the uppermost button of her blouse and eased my fingertip over the top of her left breast.
"Where is it that you want to touch me?"
She pursed her lips, as if it were something hard for her to say.
"Your cock," she whispered.
Releasing the next button from its confines, I gently touched her cleavage and insides of her breasts, and felt her quiver.
"You want to touch my cock?" I asked.
She nodded, the words audibly caught in her throat. I smiled at her attempt to conduct herself both like a lady and a whore.
"Do your nipples get hard when they are touched?" I asked, deliberately avoiding her question.
She whispered a breathless "yes."
I brought my hands to the clasp of her front-closure bra.
"Let's see, shall we?"
As the brassiere popped open, the material moved to the sides to reveal her lovely breasts.
"Aahh...these are beautiful," I cooed, as I pinched her left nipple between my fingertips.
She closed her eyes and whimpered, then pushed the right one into my hand. I took it between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze.
"Do you like that, baby?" I asked.
Another breathless "yes."
"I'll bet they taste even more wonderful than they look."
Without asking for consent, I put my palms under her bottom to pull her tightly to me and took her right nipple between my lips. A loud moan escaped her throat and she began to grind her crotch against the front of my pants. My erection rose quickly, giving her a definite target to push against. As I slowly moved from one breast to the other, I sucked a bit of the pale tender flesh into my mouth, leaving it cherry and slightly molested. The more I sucked, the harder she would grind, until I could feel that she was close to an orgasm. I smiled to myself. She wanted to come, and I, being a gentleman, would never deny a lady such pleasure.
I took my mouth from her breasts and kissed her lips. She groaned, not wanting me to stop the attention to her nipples.
"Let's get a little more comfortable, shall we?"
Assisting her off my lap, I leaned against the door, parted my legs, and eased her in between them with her back against my chest. As her head settled back on my shoulder, I could see that her breasts were heaving in anticipation and her hard nipples pointed straight up.
"May I touch them?" I asked.
"Oh yes."
I smiled at the anxiousness in her voice.
As I reached for her breast with one hand, I moved her hair behind her ear and sucked gently on her lobe. She purred. Holding her tightly against me, and aware that she could feel my erection against the small of her back, I lowered my hand to the inside of her thigh and slowly moved it up until my fingertips touched the crotch of her panties. I promptly found her clit and rubbed it through the material, which quickly began to get damp. It wasn't going to take much more. I pressed my mouth closely to her ear.
"I want you to lift your skirt in the back and then pull your panties down to your mid thigh, just far enough so I can touch your pretty pussy."
She lowered her panties to rest a few inches above her knees, and I put my finger against her hard nub. She reacted with a squeal.
"Does this make you feel like a naughty girl to sit in the back seat of a car with your skirt pulled up and your panties pulled down?"
She closed her eyes and pressed her face against my chest.
"Yes."
"You're being a naughty girl, aren't you?" I whispered.
"Yes," she breathed, "I'm being a very naughty girl."
"And naughty girls like to come, don't they?"
I suddenly felt a surge of wetness on my fingers.
"Oh god...oh god...yesss!"
"That's it," I coaxed, "naughty girls need to come."
Grabbing my hand, she forced my fingers inside her cunt, her juices coating them up to the last knuckle. She bucked against my hand and bit her bottom lip, trying desperately not to scream. I smiled. It was undeniably a hard one.
Our first meeting in a hotel was a week later. She had called several times, leaving messages on both my work and cell phones, begging me to meet her. She was in need of more.
I held her in my arms and kissed her tenderly, doing my best to calm her nerves, and soon felt her body relaxing. She liked the fact that I had gotten to the room early to light a few candles and chill a bottle of wine. We sipped a couple of glasses of the bubbly and talked about our day, and I smiled when she giggled at my jokes. Putting the lady at ease was the most important thing. Setting my glass down, I took her in my arms again.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Yes."
"May I do what I want to you?"
She nodded again, eager to please.
"Good," I continued as I reached for a blindfold, "I want you to enjoy this."
She looked at the item in my hand.
"But I won't be able to see what you are doing," she protested.
"I know, my dear," I countered, "but that's the point. If you cannot see, your other senses are heightened. Trust me, you will like it."
She swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded again, allowing me to put the blindfold on her.
"Now, let's lay you back on the bed, shall we?"
Taking her hands in mine, I eased her backwards until the back of her calves were touching the mattress, then watched as she got on the bed and stretched out.
"Comfy?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Good," I replied as I reached under the pillow and pulled out the handcuffs, "let's just put a little restraint on you so I can make sure you behave yourself."
Her mouth made the shape that she was about to ask a question, but when she felt the handcuffs go around her wrists, her body tensed.
"J...Jon, I...I've never done this before," she whimpered.
"I know, my dear," I said, "but I want you to trust me. I want to give you the ultimate pleasure."
She wrinkled her nose, as if she was skeptical, then relaxed.
"I trust you, Jon."
I slid her skirt and panties off, then reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse, smiling that she had not worn a bra. As I began to move the material to the side, the cool air caressed her nipples, encouraging them to become erect. They were lovely with their pink areola and quick response to touch. She felt the heat from the candle flame before she felt the wax, and I could see her tense again.
"J...Jon? What are you doing?"
"Shhh," I whispered, "don't question me, baby, just enjoy."
The first drop of candle wax hit her squarely between the breasts and I watched as the mark turned red.
"Jonathan!" she squealed.
I quickly brought the piece of ice over the spot to cool it off and she exhaled a heavy sigh. As the cube melted, I leaned down to suck the water from her skin, and she let out another intense groan.
"What do you think?" I questioned.
She smiled.
"Yes, more."
I smiled to myself, knowing she would like it.
"As you wish, baby."
I again heated her pale breasts with the candle wax, and as the heat began to sink into her skin, I cooled it with the ice and drank the water it produced. My tongue lapped at her titties over and over again as her body experienced both the pain and the pleasure. She moaned, delirious with lust, so by the time I had finished, there were a dozen marks on her breasts.
"Mmmm...they look so lovely," I commented as I extinguished the flame, "but I have other things to attend to."
I took her blindfold off so she could watch what I was doing and then quickly undressed myself. Getting in between her spread legs, I lifted them and held her calves in my hands; then raising her feet to my shoulders, I kissed her ankles as I touched her pussy lips with the head of my cock.
"Jon, stop teasing me, please," she whimpered as she pulled against her restraints.
I pulled her foot to my mouth and nibbled on her toes, taking each one in my mouth and sucking on it. She huffed, loving what I was doing, but wanting to feel my cock. I could feel her arching her hips, pushing a little more of my dick head into her pussy. I took her little toe out of my mouth and pressed a little more of my stiff shaft into her.
"Damn it," she said impetuously, "would you please..."
"Would I please what?" I said, smiling at her impatience and intolerance of my teasing.
I entered her a little more.
"Please do this?" I asked.
She moaned. I gave her a little more.
"And this?"
I made her come with the length of my cock inside her and her legs wrapped around my hips, and again with just the head of my dick against her clit. I released her from the handcuffs, then moved around behind her, spoon style, and entered her in one fluid motion.
Wetting my fingers with the juices that were running down her thighs, I rubbed it on her pink nipples.
"What a wet little pussy you have," I whispered in her ear.
She was so hot that just the flow of my breath in her ear could have made her come. She pushed back on me, wanting me as deep as I could go, wanting to feel my balls brushing against her ass.
I pushed her up on her knees and entered her from behind, plunging my cock into her tight pussy, and then taking the tapered candle stick and fucking her up the ass with it. She bucked against me like a wild stallion, orgasming over and over again.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, "Oh my god! Fuck me! Yesssss!!!"
I couldn't take anymore and finally had to release my come into her saturated pussy.
I held her close as we collapsed on the bed to cool off and I smiled down at her.
"Mmm…" I whispered as I gently kissed her lips, "I love giving you pleasure."
