PRINCESS AND THE BEAST

Amanda Gordon 2013

Princess wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten herself into this situation...

She was naked, on her knees with her hands clasped behind her back, sweat covered, hair dishevelled, her pussy full of fresh cum, desperatly trying to keep it all in and not succeeding. It dribled out past her pussy lips and down her legs and dripped onto the carpet.

"Can't even do a simple thing, can you slut." A harsh, man's voice.

"You know what I do to disobedient sluts?"

She didn't, but she could hardly wait to find out!

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At first he was suave and charming, the boyish grin he had when he asked her out made her tingle. There had, of course, been flirting but it was low key, nothing overtly sexual, just a little playful banter. He complimenting her on her clothing and perfume, even though she always dressed conservatively in and out of the office, but it still made her smile and she felt flattered that he even noticed her.

One of the other girls in the office cornered her quietly in the lunch room one day shortly after he asked her out.

"I'd think twice about going out with him," she urged,

"There's... there's something you should know..." she began then abruptly stopped.

"He's..." she touched her hand, "just be carefull!"

She spun around and hurried out without another word!

This left Princess slightly bemused, and curious. she'd already said yes to coffee and perhaps a meal with him and she made up her mind to find out from him what her friend had tried to tell her.

--

Friday arrived quickly. She'd found herself quite nervous, excited even. During the week they'd often made eye contact. He'd only been speaking to her on a professional basis but the look in his eyes, playfull and a bit devilish, sent tingles down her spine and... down there! She'd been on lots of dates before of course. Everyone told her she was quite attractive and she'd been asked out on a number of occasions but she didn't often say yes. They were all nice men but none had ever interested her romantically. She certainly wasn't a virgin but sex wasn't a big thing for her, it didn't excite her as she thought it should, in the way her girlfriends talked about. So she was still single at 30 and not really unhappy about it but she always felt she was missing out on 'something'.

But Him, He was different. Things she'd never felt before, not for any man in her past, were confronting her now. Mysterious and exciting.

Instead of the coffee shop she'd been expecting, here they were in this restaraunt, quite exclusive and expensive filled with exclusive and expensive people. Princess felt quite plain, dressed in her office clothes, knee length grey skirt, white blouse and dark cropped blazer. Short heeled court shoes and glasses completed the picture of an ordinary office worker. She'd immediately noticed the other female patrons, all dressed to kill and glamorous. He, of course looked like a million dollars. Always immaculately dressed at the office, tonight, in his navy blue italian cut suit, he was delicious.

He ordered for her, not letting her even see the menu. "Trust me" he said, "I come here often and have a conceit that I know the selection better than the chef does."

He was right, the meal was delicious and so was the wine, a light bordeaux. He kept her glass topped up and, before she knew it, she was feeling a bit tipsy. After dinner, at the bar, he bought large cocktails, delicious mango flavoured concoctions that made her braver than she'd felt before. The occasional light touches from him, on her forearm and fingers as she clutched the cocktail, darting nervous glances into his eyes, those wicked eyes!

"You know," he said in a mock-conspiratorial tone, lightly touching her hip, "I can make a better one than that." nodding at her drink. "How about you come back to my place for a night cap and a coffee, I'll bet you'd like me to make you a real coffee?"

Corny as it was, she laughed at his obvious humour and the mischevious, exaggerated wink.

"Yes," she said, smiling into his eyes, "yes, I think I'd like that."

"Good." He leant forward an gave her a little kiss on her cheek, taking her quite by surprise. She felt herself blushing and looked down at the empty cocktail glass. He finished his drink and shepherded her to the entrance, his hand on her lower back, gentle but firm, was reassuring and slightly arousing. She'd never quite felt this way before, She decided that she might let Him kiss her later, if he played his cards right!

--

His home was quite impressive for a single man. Large open-plan living room dominated by a huge leather couch and a fireplace. He took her coat and carefully hung it near the front door then, showing her into the lounge, seated her gently on the edge of the couch, holding her hand as he did.

"I'll make us another cocktail, my secret recipe," he said, smiling warmly at her.

She nodded, more calmly than she felt. Her heart was beating quickly now. She'd never gone to a man's home on a first date before, never! What was she thinking? "I'll just have a drink and then make my excuses and leave." She thought.

She WAS going to see him again though, he had a certain, something, and perhaps next time... The though warmed her.

He soon returned with two large cocktail glasses filled with a mysterious green liquid and sat next to her, close but not overwhelmingly so and handed one to her.

"Here's to you, Princess!" he said quietly, clinking their glasses together.

She mumbled back a quick "Thank you.". not daring to look into his eyes and sipped at the drink. Pepperminty! Something else, almonds, Frangelico? whatever it was, it was delicious. She felt him move closer and a cool hand brushed her thigh. The feeling was electric! She felt his breath on her cheek but daren't look. His closeness was exhilerating and disturbing at the same time.

"Princess," He whispered, "you really are a very beautifull woman. You should show it more."

She sipped the cocktail, clutching at the glass, trying to concentrate on its green depths, she tried to brush his wandering hand away but he clasped it, pressuring it against her thigh as she squirmed slightly.

"I try to look professional for work..." she started.

"Oh, you do," he continued, "very much so but you have such a lovely figure and you shouldn't try to hide it." His hand covered hers now, fingers extending beyond her hand to the fabric of her skirt. He kissed her again, lightly on her cheek, then his tongue touched her ear-lobe slightly, she stiffened, feelings rushing through her, he'd touched something that ran straight to her pussy. She could feel her own wetness!

He plucked the half empty glass from her fingers and, touching her chin with one finger, made her look at him.

His eyes were darker now as he leant closer and kissed her. She didn't resist, she couldn't, something in her desperatly wanted this, she realised to her mild surprise. His tongue parted her lips and probed her mouth, searching. His hand now at he back of her head, fingers entwined in her hair, forcing her closer. She tried to say something but his tonque went deeper, she reciprocated, her heart pounding.

His hand was on her breast, squeezing through her blouse and bra, searching for her nipple. He pulled away, leaving her mouth open, and licked her ear again, squirming again in sheer pleasure her legs opened slightly and she felt his hand at the hem of her skirt, then he was touching her inner thigh.

"You want this, don't you," he breathed into her ear as his tonque licked and explored. It wasn't a question. His hands forced her legs open more and she could feel his fingers brushing the gusset of her pantyhose. She moaned lowly, lust bubbling up, un-welcome from deep inside her.

Her legs were fully open now, his hand rubbing her crotch now, not gently. He was nibbling her neck and the top buttons of her blouse were undone, exposing her lacy white bra. She could feel his erection on her thigh and she tentativly touched it through the material of his pants. He growled into her neck, and she felt the tip of his penis as he thrust against her thigh slowly.

"Fuck, you're a hot bitch!" he told her, grabbing her hair as he lowered his head to her breast and nibbled at her nipples through the blouse and bra. She was on fire now! Another button was undone. Then another. The bra cup was pulled away and his teeth and lips were on her breast. She'd never felt anything like this before and she felt overpowered by the emotions and physical things she was experiencing.

He stopped and leant back a little, examining her closely, her hands still on his penis though, her breathing heavy as she gazed back at him.

"You really are something, aren't you." he observed, one hand idly touching her exposed nipple.

She closed her legs slightly, her free hand clutching at her open blouse. Looking away slightly, shame starting to creep upon her, and sh asked in a small voice, "Please, can I have a drink of water..."

Drinks gone to your head, eh?" It wasn't a sneer, not quite. "OK!"

He stood up and went into the kitchen.

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"Oh God! What a slut..." she accused herself. Dragging and smoothing her skirt down, she started to button up her blouse, nipples touching the fabric from above the bra top.

"This is wrong!" she thought as shame and guilt rose up. Clutching her bag, she stood and quickly made her way to the door only to find... "Locked!" the thought panicked her a little as she rattled the handle to no avail.

Suddenly He was behind her. Hands on her shoulders he spun her around and she stared up at his impassive face.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked, his voice flat and expressionless.

"I... I just..." she stammered, but no more words came.

He gathered up both her wrists in one powerfull hand and raised them above her head, pinning them to the wall. She heard her bag drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"How about a kiss goodnight." Again, not a question. His hot mouth pressed against hers and he roughly French kissed her, no gentleness now. Still holding her arms high, his free hand squeezed her breasts, she felt some buttons pop and his hands were inside her blouse again. Her knees felt weak but he was effectively holding her up. Then his hand was under her skirt again, grasping her crotch, then down the top of her pantyhose and in her panties, rubbing her clit and than probing into her. She was lost now... she wanted him in her. First one, then two fingers entered her, finger fucking her as her girlfriends had called it that and she'd always thought it crude but now she she thought it was so right. He was fucking her, with his fingers!

He stopped kissing her then, still holding her up, his fingers still roughly entering, her soft grunts in time with his rhythm.

"Fucking little cock-tease, aren't you!"

Her eyes were wide, his language should have shocked her but she felt she was beyond that sort of thing now.

"You want my cock in you, don't you."

She nodded.

"Say it, you little whore, you want my cock!"

"I want you to make lo..." She started but he interrupted.

"You want my cock, say it!"

"Please... I...''

"Say it!"

"I want your c... cock..." she stammered, shame and lust overpowering her.

"Say it again you fucking slut, you want my cock in your fucking whore cunt. Say it!"

Fingers pounding in her faster now, she could feel her pussy juice seeping into her pantyhose.

"Fuck me!" she mewled, her self respect slipping away, she only wanted him now, wanted him to...

"Please fuck my... cunt!" Louder this time, "Please fuck my whore cunt, please fuck my..."

He spat on her, the glob of spittle hitting the bridge of her glasses and sliding down her nose onto her mouth. She tried to lick it with her tongue but he was kissing her again, roughly.

Then he let her go and she slid down the wall onto the cold tiles. He fumbled with his zipper then pulled her up onto her knees by her hair and she saw his cock in front of her face, fully erect, bigger than she imagined.

"Open your mouth, slut!" he ordered and she did as she was told. Still clutching her hair he forced the cock-head past her lips, the pre-cum tangy and musky. She Tried to open her mouth wider as he forced his whole length into her. Starting a slow rhythmic motion, his cock ran over her tongue, then back to her lips, almost popping out but not quite, then back again.

"Look at me!" he growled, and her eyes met his above her.

"Like being face-fucked, don't you!"

She tried to answer but only a low gargle came out. Meanwhile, her fingers had found their own way into her panties and she was rubbing her clit, she'd never been this wet, the sticky juices covering her fingers as she slipped one in where his had been so recently.

He slowed the pace down and then his cock slipped out of her mouth with a small 'plop!' She tried to swallow it again but he held it tantalisingly out of the reach, his other hand clutching her hair and keeping her in place.

"Greedy cunt, aren't you!" Sneering, "Want some more?"

She nodded again, wide eyed.

"Y... yes, yes please!"

"First lick those fingers clean for me."

She stuck her fingers into her mouth and tasted herself, then his were in there as well and she tried to lick them but he pulled them out quickly. He kicked his shoes off and his pants slipped to the floor, belt buckle clattering on the tiles. Underpants followed and she could see his cock in plain sight now. She wanted it in her so badly, she could taste the lust in her belly and breasts. She so desperately wanted it inside her, inside her... cunt!

--

He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand as she finished cleaning her fingers then pulled her to her feet by her hair and half dragged her to the lounge room and left her standing in front of the couch.

"Stay there!" he ordered and walked to the sideboard and poured himseldf a drink. She dared not look but she could hear a glass tinking against a bottle. He was back and sprawled on the couch in front of her, still in his unbuttoned white shirt and sipped whisky from a large tumbler.

"Strip for me slut!" he ordered and she didn't hesitate. Unzipping the skirt first and letting it drop to the floor then removing the ruined blouse. Then shoes, pantyhose, bra and, finally, panties. She felt humiliated under his gaze but didn't hesitate when he ordered her to put her hands on her head and told her to turn all the way around slowly.

He sipped some more scotch and mumbled "Nice arse, I'm going to enjoy that." to himself.

Facing him again he is impassive.

"On your knees and get over here."

She crawled over to him, he opened his legs wider and she moved closer to his cock, his gorgeous erect cock.

"Lick my balls"

She cupped them gently and slowly started to lick, her tongue flicking and darting everywhere. She heard him moan softly and felt something like a little satisfaction, she was pleasing him. Hands in her hair again as he lifts his feet onto the edge of the couch and she can plainly see his anus below his ball sack.

"Now my arse."

Wide-eyed she looked at him.

Forcing her head down, he growled. "You heard me, do as you're told whore!

The tip of her tongue probed his anus but it's not as bad as she feared, he's clean and fresh smelling, only a hint of sweat marring the experience. He pushes her face closer and now she licks all around his ares-hole eve trying to probe gently with her tongue into him. His low moaning continues. She feels totally humiliated now and she doesn't even care. It's the excitement of total degredation she desires. She belongs to him now!

"Jesus!" he exclaimed, laughing, "A naturally talented arse licker! My own little arse licking whore!"

A short while later he pushed her away, back onto her knees.

"Suck my cock!" and Princess did as she was told. Her lips first closing over his cock-head and her tougue teasing the slit, then licking up and down the shaft before taking him into her mouth again both her hands stroking him as he sat there passively.

"Should I cum in your moth now?" he idly muses, or save that for later. I think that first I'll claim your cunt..."

His words electrify her and she sucks him faster, imagining his thick cum jetting into her. dribbling out of her.

Again he pulls her too her feet by her hair.

"I'm going to fuck that slutty cunt of yours now, want that?"

"Yes... yes please..." she mumbles.

He roughly pushes her down, face forward, on her knees, on the couch, her cunt and arse pointing at him, her head over the back. He pushes her legs wider apart and she can feel him one hand on her hips, his cock touching her cunt lips slightly. She tries to force her arse back but he holds her in place, rubbing his cock against her cunt, teasing her.

"Want this?"

"Yes!" breathing heavily, delicious anticipation. she wants to be filled by him.

"Beg!"

"Please fuck me... fuck my slutty whore cunt, fill me with your cum... please!"

Suddenly he's in her, splitting her wide, it feels to her. He starts with a slow rhythm, increasing in speed, pushing in deep, hard, rough. He spanks her arse.

"Move that arse slut!"

She starts a small gyration, forcing herself back against him. trying to get him in deeper. Wanting him to hurt her.

His hands are holding her hips, roughly pulling then pushing her in time with his thrusts.

His language is excitingly foul and demeaning as he fucks her.

"Jesus, what a fucking whore you are Princess! My whore now, yes? My fucking little cum dump, arse licking whore. I own you now cunt! Say it!"

Princess is revelling in this, she knows it's true, knows that her life has changed and willingly submits to this beast, this gorgeous filthy animal that now owns her body and her slutty soul.

"I'm your filthy whore for as long as you want me, you own me, my cunt and mouth and whatever else you want..."

"And you arse, your cute virginal arse, want me to defile that as well? I will you know, bitch. I'm gonna pump that thing full of cum before I'm finished with you!" his thumb entering her then, in her arse.

This sent Princess over the top, orgasm shuddered through her body and she felt him empty himself in her. His groan, low and animalistic. His warm cum filling her. He held her still, his cock twitching in her as the last spasms erupted deep inside her, filling her.

Still for a second, before he slowly pulls out of her. He twisted her around and, still on her knees, she cleaned him up, licking and sucking the messy, tasty semen from his beautifull cock, worshiping it as she licked the remains of her pussy juice off also, mingling it in her mouth as well as her pussy.

Finally he puls her down on to the carpet in front of the fireplace, on her knees again.

"Kneel up, hands behind your back." impassive voice again. "I haven't finished with you yet, not by a long way. You'll stay in that position until I'm ready for you. Don't let any of that cum drip onto my floor. Keep in all in that whore cunt of yours 'till i come back, understand?"

She nodded meekly.

"You'd better, I not used to being disobeyed by my sluts. I take pleasure in punishing disobedience."

Her head down, she listened to him walk away, trying to keep the semen from dribbling out of herself. She wasn't sure if she could manage it.

-END-

Assail the Dsrkness

 

Assail the Darkness

You are working in London and the client has put you up in the Savoy, unfortunately it is not a river room and you view is of endless office blocks, you can see people working at their desks, having meetings, one man is looking back at you and waves, you wave back nervously and close the curtain. You hear a loud deliberate knock on your door, you are not expecting anyone but it is probably room service, just wanting to turn down the bed, unaccountably your chest tightens with fear and apprehension like a brutal lovers embrace. You open it just a crack peering carefully through the gap. The door flies open with an unexpected force that you can’t resist, you are thrown to the floor with the impact and the wind is knocked out of you. A hulking mass stands in the doorway, Tall, solid, dressed in black, wearing a balaclava. He approached your stunned body and casually flicks the door closed with his hand, it slams and locks with a loud bang and clunk as the lock snicks into place. He stands above you absorbing your fear and ....... something else, he is not sure what, it is almost – curiosity, his head tilts to the side like a questioning child, his eyes glint with moisture, he blinks, you think you see a tear form in the corner of his eye. He moves like a cat and gags you, fear grabs you and you start to fight, he restrains you with inhuman strength before tiring your hands and feet. He goes to the windows and opens the curtains so the city can see in. He adjusts the lights brightening a position on the floor when anyone looking in through the window can see.

He drags you to the spot of light on the floor by your bound feet and adjusts your body so you are facing the window. He squats behind you and lifts you to a sitting position, his hands caress your neck with a gentleness that belies his strength. His skin it rough and hard calloused but the backs of his hands are soft, you notice a large gold ring with a black onyx stone, it is so black it looks like a hole, a small impossibly deep hole in the fabric of time and space. It is mesmerizing and you watch the ring as his hands ripe your T shirt open like it is tissue paper, you don’t feel the pain of the T shirt cutting into you as it is ripped away, it is almost as if you are watching from outside your body but you feel the sensual wakening inside you as his hard calloused hands cup your breast and he squeezes your nipples between thumb and forefinger. He pushes his body against your back and you feel the heat of his erection as it throbs through the material of his clothing.

As he reaches down to your jeans you look out the floor to ceiling windows to see people working in their offices but in almost every second one, there are men and women looking back in at you. He slowly tears open your jeans, the big brass button pops and flies through the air to skitter across the floor, the zip parts but does not stop at the end, the material parts with amazing ease as he tears open the crotch of your jeans, opening them right round to your bum. He spreads your legs and reveals you yellow cotton panties.

In one of the closest offices opposite a man is watching with binoculars he notes the gusset of your panties is dark with moisture, he reaches down and massages his bulging cock.

Your assailant rubs your mound with his hand, it is wet, you realize you have wet yourself without knowing. He groans as he tears off your panties and smells them.

The voyeur in the office opposite with the binoculars, has locked his office door and masturbates as he watchs your assailant squeeze your panties and drops drip into the big man’s mouth, he has also noticed the white strings of your tampon, he moans and squeezes his cock.

Your assailant, still sitting behind you, now strokes your breasts with one hand and explores your pussy with the other. He gently caresses you pouting labia and runs a fingertip from your clit to your bum hole he hesitates when he notices the tampon strings and seems confused, he grunts and pulls on them, your pussy clenches and then relaxes as the tampon slides out.

A women in an office watching, turns away as the big man dangles the tampon above his mouth like some delicacy but she looks back as he lowers it into his mouth and sucks it, she is amazed and sickened as he swallows. She is surprised to feel a warm tingle in her belly as her pussy moistens.

The big man is fingering you now, his fingers probe deeply as his other hand massages your breast and squeezes your nipples. He periodically removes his fingers and sucks the menstrual blood from them with luscious delight. His hard hot throbbing cock presses into your spine. He uses his index and middle fingers in a way that rubs from your clit to deep inside you, but all at once, it is like his fingers are a foot long. With his ring finger he is working the mixture of menstrual blood and smegma into your bum hole. You feel his cold gold and onyx ring against your warm skin.

The voyeur can’t take it any longer and spurts cum on his plush carpeted office floor, a long pearly white dribble runs down the leg of his $10,000 Savill Row suit. The women watching, leans back in her office chair, she has reached under the skirt of her business suit and pulled her dark blue pantyhose down to her crotch, her pushes her fingers under the gusset of her black silk panties and moistens then between her wet, hot lips, her head tilts back and she momentarily closes her eyes as she runs her painted fingernail around and over her clitotris. 

Your Assailant stops what he is doing and lowers you to the floor, he stands above you and undoes his belt, unzipping his pants they drop to the floor, landing behind your head. You look up and see his large menacing cock, it is visibly throbbing and semen drips from the tip like tears. He rolls you over and lifts you like a doll, holding you above his head he lowers your pussy to his mouth, his tongue is like a rasp as it devours yours pink juices, it reaches deep inside you and rasps at your insides. You are powerless to resist, there is nothing you can do but submit.

The watching women sees him lift you and as his impossibly long tongue flickers over your pussy and arse, disappearing inside you, only to reappear and slip into another hole, her finger mimics his tongue, rubbing, fucking, buggering herself, see tastes blood in her mouth as she bites her tongue as the first wave of her orgasm begins.

Your assailant lowers you, he wedges you knees apart with his hairy stomach and guides your cunt to his cock, his shaft rubs along you bleeding gash with the texture of a tree branch. You feel his burning knob push inside you stretching your pussy tight around his pulsing cock. He enters you gently but fully, filling you up inside. His hands clutch your bum cheeks, with his fingers probing your bum hole, biting and sucking your breasts. He moves your whole body back and forth, up and down, along the length of his dick, changing the angle and sensation inside you. He moves faster and faster.   

The voyeur is hard again, stroking his cock, taking his time, enjoying the show as the big man lifts and turns you, spreading your bum cheeks, revealing everything. The watching women is now using a vibrating dildo to mimic the big man’s thrusts, she has cum several times. Others watch, furtive, trying to steal looks without alerting their colleagues. Whole groups openly watch, abandoning their meetings.

The big man thrusts franticly inside you now, ready to cum. He feels your body spasm and jerk, he milks your orgasm out of you with his cock. His cock pulls out of you with a sucking slurp, he puts you on the ground arranging you on your hands and knees revealing your bum and pussy to the watchers. He kneels and taking his bloodied cock in his hand he masturbates, quickly big thick white spurts of cum are splashing over your bum. He rubs his cock in the thick hot seman and while it is still hard spreads your cheeks and fucks your bum hole. Thrusting in hard. You scream into the gag. Then it is Dark.       

You wake in your bed, it was just a dream, a long flight, jet lag, you stretch and yawn, you notice a wet patch in the bed, your period has started. You relax thinking of a long hot shower. Then you freeze, you hear a loud deliberate knock on your door

The Business Class Flight

James Rayne’s Lyrics in the boys light up have always been evocative – one line in particular caught my attention recently, so I penned this story for the Hostess on the Business Flight
Her stunning blonde hair and svelte long legs were the first thing I noticed - Seeing you from the back, willing you to turn around, hoping you are servicing my section of the cabin. You are helping another passenger and you don't notice as I walk up behind you, I take in you slim hips and cute bum. Then I am so close I can small you. Fresh, clean soapy smell of your hair with a sensual musky perfume - elusive and tender - never over powering. I wait patiently behind you, taking it all in.
Somewhere behind us a man says, “excuse me we are waiting” you turn around, our eyes meet briefly, a burst of blue fire, you lean past me looking around. With the sweetest  smile you say “I will be just a minute, I’m just helping this person and then I’ll be able to assist  you sir” you look at me and whisper “some people” then with a devilish wink you add “you can squeeze past if you like” – “don’t mind if I do” and hold your hips briefly as I slide my already swelling manhood across you pretty round bum, I am not sure if I imagine it but I swear you push back even so slightly. Once I find my seat and just my bag in the locker, I look back up the isle to see you reaching up to put someone’s bag in the overhead, my god you have a perfect figure and such a pretty face. I take my seat fantasising about you in my hotel room, tried and exhausted after this long flight, me undressing you; I do it now with my eyes. The natural smells of your body as I strip you, massaging your tied feet, enjoying the intimate smell – I am a sensual man, I enjoy our animal smells, enhanced by leather heels and silk underwear.
In my fantasy, I roll your now naked body onto your stomach and massage your back – I little deep moisturising with baby oil. My hand slide firmly down you neck and over your shoulders, examining the contours of your back, your slim hips and down to your bottom, you round cheeks fill my hands “Would you like an drink before we taxi out” I open my eyes and it is you – I flush with embarrassment, feeling the warmth of my face as it glows red. “Oh, yes and white wine or champagne if you have it please.” – “no problem sir” – “Please call me Glen” I pause looking at your name tag and noticing you D cups “Pamela”   
That blue fire from your eyes again, when you return with the champagne you say “here you are Glen, it will be a little busy till we get airborne but if you need anything just press my button” with a smile that lights up the sky. As I watch your bum walk down the aisle, I go back to my fantasy. Those bum cheeks, one in each hand, my fingers massage you coccyx deep in the cleft of your bottom, you purr like a cat and I feel you yield to me completely. You don’t flinch when my finger caresses your anus and perineum, you press your body into the mattress in anticipation but now my hands are massaging your inner thighs, my thumbs run from the crease when you bum meets your thigh and over your gluts. Then the backs of your thighs, spreading you vulva as I do, revealing everything to me. My penis throbs and I have to adjust it in my pants, it has grown so hard.  I continue down along your legs, so shapely and long, your calves are like a modern sculpture, then your slim ankles, so sore from your heels, I can feel you melt into yourself as I massage them deeply, my strong hands and supple fingers. “God” you think to yourself “what he can do with those fingers”. Then your feet fall under my spell. “this is heaven” you think. As I look along your legs at your bum and pussy beckoning me.
The plane suddenly accelerates and I look along the passageway, seeing you strapped into your seat. Your smile tells me the chemicals are doing their thing. I smile back and you spread your legs slightly, maybe it is the acceleration but you appear to slump in your seat, giving yourself to me, thrusting your sex towards me.  Your hands in your lap spread on your thigh, I spread my legs and run my hand over the bulge over my upper thigh and wink at you. You look away nervously but look back and smile again, your tongue licks your dry lips, even though you are wearing lip-gloss.  You are aware all the other passengers on this side of the plane are looking at you and you look away again. I can’t take my eyes off you.
I roll you over onto your back and you look up at my naked body, my cock has grown larger then you imagined, you rub it with one foot as I lift the other and massage the top of it and your ankle, looking down along your nakedness, you trimmed public hair  lets me see your pudenda, plump and full like a girl, your flat stomach and full breasts, the rich body of a women, I am so arouses that a drop of precum oozes from my cock and is rubbed by your big toe. I massage down your legs as I spread them either side of me and crawl between them. My hands massage your quads, so hard and firm, higher, spreading your outer labia, I can see your inner lips moist and glistening with dew, the smell of your sex is strong, the musk arousing me more as it……
“Hello Glen, can I get your tray table out so you can have an aperitif”  - “Yes of course Pamela” your hair is pinned up but a straying lock curls down the side of your face as you bend down and pull my tray table out of the arm rest. It is the colour of molten platinum and I breathe deeply as you bend over me opening the tray across my lap, I look down, the obvious bulge in my pants embarrasses me. 
You spread the table clothes across and lean down to tuck it in, you look into my eyes and your hand slip down the side of the table and feels my bulging cock, you whisper “what on earth have you been doing to cause that!” – “thinking of you”. Just then another hostess comes up the isle and you lean it close so she can squeeze past, holding on to the seat back you push you breast against me face “Sorry Mr Hillman” you say “no problem” after she is past you whisper “Once we put the plane to sleep I will come and see” – “I would like that”
I sip my scotch and dry and nibble on the smoked salmon drizzled with truffle oil on a small slice of sourdough bread. The earthy smells and tastes take me back to my fantasy. The arousing musk filled the air as I see a trickle on moisture bud from her slightly open vagina. My hand massages her stomach especially the area above her pelvis. I know how women love to be massaged there when they experience period pain but I also find it is sensual at other times. I inch my kneeling body deeper between her legs, spreading them wider as I reach for her breasts

By Glen Hillman

The Shoe

The Shoe
I walked into the board room and she was sitting across from the door with her feet up on the chair beside her. It was Friday afternoon drinks and she had been teasing me, flirting with me, for weeks. I walked up to her and motioned with my hand; Katrina slid her legs of the chair, bringing her knees up and providing me with a glimpse of red satin panties that distracted me from her cheeky wanton stare; her lips parted, showing her tongue, looking at me with wide sparkling eyes, her lips turned up in a mischievous smile.
Katrina is a buxom redhead with long wavy curls, full red lips, a creamy off white complexion that accentuates her soft full breasts, which are usually cheekily displayed with a deep cleavage. She has a mirthful sprinkling of freckles here and there, she is young, married to an older man and a real flirt, full of impish charm.
I sit down and pat my thigh, with a wicked smile she lifts her legs and rests them on my lap, my gaze is drawn to the red patent leather pumps with a moderate 4 inch heel, her slim ankle, the white skin like marble, her shapely calf; I rest my hand on it and as I feel the warmth from her skin I am simultaneously aware of the musky sweet smell from her shoes, the arousing smell of a foot enclosed, closeted, by leather for some time. My gaze resumes its wondering over her knees and ample thighs, the creamy flesh beckons with a welcoming play of the light making them sheen with a satiny brilliance, I take in her red linen dress the, flat lustre of the material enhances the satin sheen of her skin especially as I take in her slim waist with a wide black belt and move to her breasts. 
They are full luscious orbs of white beauty, splashed with a dusting of freckles, her cleavage enhanced as much by the black and white contrast cause by the deep shadow between her breasts, as it is by the lift up cups of her bra, a red satin number with lace trim, a glimpse of which become visible as she leans forward and lifts my chin with her delicate finger, so that my eyes meet hers. “I am up here, um, you look a little lost, you know ” the others in the room laugh as I reply “not lost, just stopped on the way for some sightseeing”. She smiles and gently slaps my cheek “naughty boy, making us wait for you”. Samantha, sitting across the table, breaks the spell, bringing me back to a room full of my co workers “Yes, if you were any later we would have finished the wine without you” she says as she pours me an icy cold glass of my favourite Marlborough Sound, semillon sauvignon blanc. The passionfruit aroma mixes with the musky female smells of the room. 
I work for an online magazine with a staff of 20 and I am the only 3 males, Samantha is the CEO I am her 2IC and operations manager, as well as writer and editor for the erotica workshop, a section of the magazine where we develop erotica in a way more akin to the 1920s concept of bohemian lifestyles, unconventional, liberal, marginalised. 
My hand caresses Katrina’s leg as I slide it down he smooth satiny calf to her ankle where I grip the heel of her shoe and lever it downward slipping it off her heel and sliding it forward against the resistance of her warm, slightly puffy feet, the smell arouses me with a furtive pungency, I am totally entranced by the personal smells of a women, I’m also not immune to the stares of my co worker as I massage Katrina’s toes, my supple fingers rubbing between her sweaty toes, her white feet are beautiful with their ruby red nail polish and chubby toes. I’m sure she cannot help but notice my hot turgid erection pulsing beneath her legs. I notice looks from my co workers, as their conversations pause, some shocked, some smiling with knowing looks as Katrina pulls back her other leg, sliding it along my bulging cock, she pauses, surprised by its confirmed presence, then she proceed to rub her leg back and forth. I turn and look into her face, my eyes are stung by her beauty, her eyes wide with surprise and clear with lust, no words are necessary, we both know what is going to happen.

by Glen Hillman

I play your skin like a stringed instrument

"I play your skin like a stringed instrument, finding the resonate bass chords, sustaining them. Then discovering the higher notes, the ones that send ecstatic shivers down your spine, deep into your soul, I play them to establish the floating melody. Then with special attention I play the skin of your more lusting places and build the melody to a rising crescendo, performing gasping solos with each element of your desire. The crescendo busts upon you like a dam breaking and you are carried away in a torrent of yearning lustful pleasures. The last versus echo in your mind as you rest your skin beside mine."
By Glen Hillman

Tied in black satin

I slip the black satin blindfold over her eyes, I hear the soft swish of the material over the skin and tie it behind her head, her silken hair shines competing with the satin for the attention of the light. I lift her slender arm, my hand slipping down her slim forearm and circling her wrist and I wind a satin ribbon round it, taking care not to twist it tight and leave ugly marks on her perfect skin. I hook one arm up high and work on the other, with her arms lifted her small breasts are perfectly exposed, being small, her nipple and areola are the focus, my tongue tease the areola forcing the nipples to bud, before allowing my lips to close round the nipple and roll it on my tongue. I kiss her neck while my hands cup her mons and my fingers caress her cleft through her one piece underware, my fingers can sense her moist heat rising.
I drop to my knees and pull down the one piece, kissing her tummy and tonguing her navel, as I pull the one piece down to her thighs a delicious scent of musk teases my senses, the gusset of her underwear has captured and held the essence of her scent. I leave them around her thighs. Move around to her smooth round bum. I kiss her warm cheek and trace the cleft of her bum with my tongue, taking time to make her quiver with delight as I push my tongue deep between her cheeks. I spread them gentle and take in time tasting her.
More……. Well the next part of the story goes with the rest of the pictures, you will not be disappointed if you beg for more.

That day in June

That day in June - The warm breeze chilled my skin as it dried the trail of moisture left by you. As it plays with the curtains of our upstairs bedroom, the sun light ripples across your creamy skin. I arch my body to touch you, flexing in the hope of more contact. You smile teasingly as you rub you moist sex against my belly and allow your breasts to hang and sway.

This game sounded so inviting when we hatched it over dinner. Get the kids off to school, ring in sick for work and spent the day in bed making love. I became aroused as we dreamed up games so we would not get bored. You would tie me to the bed and rub you naked body against me, caressing with hands, breast, feet and yes, your pussy. I pictured the petals of your labia flickering along the shaft of my cock like a butterfly. I never realized you would do it for so long and enjoy the agonizing frustration I am suffering so much! My cock is swollen and purple with engorged blood, pre-cum dribbles from the tip, it screams for direct stimulation as do I. 

Once again your turn and gift me with the vision of your sex gaping while your legs straddle me, I crane my neck forward and and rub my nose between your sticky labia, catching a perfumed taste of your before you move it mischievously out of reach. You bend down and your sex gapes wider, moisture glistens as a drop gathers on your erect clitoris. The now familiar sensation of butterfly kisses with your eyelashes on my swollen glan, enrages me and I scream inside the gag you deviously supplied. I will not forget the moment of terror when one minute I was enjoying the caress and smell of your panties on my face, the next you pushing them into my mouth then poking them down my throat till I gaged on them.