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Subject: {ASSM} Revision: Wet Dreams 1/2 (MF, cons, light bondage, toys)
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Copyright (C) 2000, Ms LeBeau. All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults only, and describes consensual
sexual activities. If you aren't of legal age, or the subject offends you,
turn back now.
Archive: ASSM okay, all others need approval. The author can be reached at
ms_lebeau@hotmail.com
Revision: Sorry folks, some very observant persons out there caught me in a
gross physical impossibility, so I had to change the scene slightly to make
it work again. Thanks for your patience. :)
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Wet Dreams
I had been working on my tan and fallen asleep after my swim, my arms
tired but curled comfortably into a pillow, the sun's touch warm and gentle
on my back. The sound of the waves lapping peacefully in the background had
lulled me into an easy slumber, but the touch of his hand on my lower back
finally woke me. I turned sleepy eyes towards him affectionately.
"You're late," I scolded gently. He rolled me onto my back and I shaded
my eyes against the sun as I looked up at him. He smiled warmly, and then
leaned into the comfort of my arms and the kiss I offered. "Hard day?"
He nodded, and then chuckled in wry humor. "Not hard enough."
"Oh?" I asked innocently, and brushed my fingers over his arousal
suggestively. "Perhaps we should do something about that." I'd been
anticipating his arrival all afternoon, and getting very excited at the
thought of his hands on me tonight. He smiled again as I touched him, the
passion in his eyes a mere reflection of my own.
"My thoughts exactly," he answered, leaning down to grant me another
kiss. His hands strayed to the top of my swimsuit while he kissed me, and
traced the bikini's outline across my breasts. I groaned encouragingly at
the attention, and felt his fingers slip quickly beneath the wet cloth. My
nipples were completely erect and cold as the water from my suit evaporated,
but his fingers burned deliciously across them as he kissed me.
"Seems you've had a hard time, too," he chuckled, pinching one of my
nipples.
"They're cold," I complained, and brushed his hands away from them
protectively.
"You don't look cold to me," he countered with a wicked grin and a look
that could melt ice. "You look very hot."
I rewarded him with a come-hither look as I stood, brushed the sand
from my legs, and prepared to go inside where we could continue this
conversation more. intimately. He simply watched, admiring the view as I
slowly twisted in front of him to dust sand from my calves.
"Unfortunately, my day isn't quite over yet," he finally sighed, and
stood up. "I've still got some paper work to finish up."
I pouted, expecting this to mean an end to our little tryst. Instead
he smiled, and motioned me over with a casual wiggle of his little finger.
"So, for now, I want you to go inside and wash off all that sand."
"Then what?" I asked hopefully, as he pulled me into the circle of his
arms, and brushed sand from my shoulders.
"Let's start with that for now," he answered, and I shivered nervously
as he pressed his warm body next to mine and sent my pulse racing.
"That okay?" he asked. I didn't know what he had in mind, and I didn't
care. I simply nodded my consent, and headed inside to shower.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I met him in the study wearing only my towel, my hair wet and freshly
shampooed and smelling of summer flowers. He smiled at my efforts to please
him, and so I didn't feel silly standing next to him in only a thin blue
towel. I felt beautiful, and very, very erotic.
"You look absolutely delicious," he replied, sliding one arm beneath
the towel and pulling me closer. I tried to ignore the wanderings of his
hand as it strayed across my hips and down my thigh, but he was far more
experienced than I and he knew how to touch me, how to make my body respond
to his desires.
I groaned, my desire fueled by the anticipation of his caress, and the
memory of his hands on my skin. I was quite wet by the time his fingers
finally graced me with his touch, and he smiled.
"I saw what you did to the bedroom," he purred affectionately. I tried
to remember what I had done this afternoon - I vaguely recalled setting out
his toys at some point - but his fingers slid easily between my legs, and it
was all I could do to hold onto the towel as he began stroking that heat.
"I like what you did to the bedroom," he continued, slowly increasing
the tempo between my legs and deliberately sliding his thumb up and across
my sensitive clit. My pulse soared, and I had to put my hand on the back of
his chair to maintain my balance. "You obviously went to a lot of trouble
to prepare for this evening."
I nodded agreement and closed my eyes, entirely focused on the movement
of his hand as it kindled the fire between my legs.
"It would be a shame to waste it," he answered. I could feel him
watching me, chuckling as my breath caught and my nipples tightened for him.
"Don't you agree?"
I nodded again, and after a moment he removed his fingers. He stood and
with a firm tug at the top of my towel, motioned for me to follow him into
the bedroom.
He must have lit the candles while I was in the shower, but otherwise
the room was exactly as I'd left it earlier this afternoon. I'd placed a
small towel on the dresser next to the bed, and laid out an assortment of
his favorite toys: vibrators, sleeves to fit over the vibrator, butt plugs,
ties and lotion. He gazed at them fondly, then motioned me forward.
"Which would you like to play with tonight?" he asked. I looked at the
selection of vibrators carefully, noting the different sizes and shapes. I
hadn't really considered which was my favorite before, so it took a few
moments to make up my mind. I knew that the long, thin vibrators would do
nothing but tease unless I added a sleeve or similar toy to it. And as
tempting as those other toys were, the sleeves looked much more exciting, so
I finally settled for a medium sized vibrator with a studded sleeve and a
small extension to rub against my clit.
He smiled mysteriously at my selection, and motioned me towards the bed
where he sat down, pulled me between his legs, and then removed my towel. I
stood somewhat nervously, anticipating his touch.
His hands didn't wander this time, and I had to grab onto his shoulders
to steady myself as they found my wet heat. His fingers entered easily, and
I gasped at the intrusion even as my body welcomed his touch. I was very
warm, and embarrassingly wet, and the repetition of his fingers as they
scissored inside me and across my clit was rapidly driving me wild. I
groaned.
"That's it, love." was all he said, but I shivered at the passion in
his voice. "Open up for me. A little more." I obeyed silently, and he
increased his pace, making an effort of teasing my clit with each stroke of
his hand. "You like this."
I nodded brokenly as the passion built inside me and goose bumps
erupted on my skin. He chuckled at their appearance, then slowly circled my
left nipple with his tongue and teased it between his teeth. Desire consumed
me, and I arched into his touch as the sensations rolled over me. My knees
trembled, and I tried to lie down before they buckled completely.
"No you don't, stand up and keep your hands on my shoulders," he
instructed. I nodded, and tried to stand, but the need to lie down was
becoming obsessive and I began to tremble as his fingers continued their
assault. Then, he slipped his knees between my own, and slowly spread them
wider, forcing my legs further and further apart until I was all but
straddling him. "That's better."
I wanted to agree, but I felt very vulnerable in this position. With
his legs between mine I could no longer close myself to his touch, and he
took advantage of this opportunity to slide his fingers deeper inside me. I
groaned. They felt wonderful, but - Oh God! - I wanted more. I wanted him.
I needed him.
Now.
I could see his erection straining beneath his slacks, remembered the
feel of it inside me, filling me, and shook as pleasure exploded beneath his
fingertips and my blood boiled for him. I could almost feel him inside me,
the sensations were so overpowering, and my voice trembled when I spoke.
"Please.I want. you. Now."
His hand moved faster, went deeper as he chuckled, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. please. " I gasped brokenly as his thumb rolled deliciously across
my clit and another wave of desire left me trembling. "I want you!"
"Show me."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I tackled him, pinned his
hands onto the bed, and captured his mouth for a passionate kiss while I
attempted to regain control of my treasonous desires. I broke the kiss
breathlessly, and lay my head on his shoulder as I quickly considered a
course of action: The jerk was still dressed. I was a trembling mass of
erotic sensation, and he hadn't even removed his shirt.
Well, it wasn't his shirt I was interested in. My hands slid of their
own accord to his waistband and fumbled with the zipper. I could see his
erection straining at the material, and wanted to feel that smooth strength
in my hand. I wanted to feel his muscles tighten against my palm as I
stroked him, to hear his breath catch as I teased him, and I wanted him
inside me! So, why wouldn't this damned zipper work?!
After a few desperate tugs he must have decided it was safer to help me
than risk permanent damage, because his hands were there and quickly
unfastening the zipper. I smiled my appreciation up at him as he wiggled
the pants past his hips, and promptly slid my hands around his shaft.
He groaned.
I grinned. It felt wonderful to get a little of my own back after all
that teasing, so I squeezed slightly, and rolled my thumb across the head of
his erection just to watch him squirm. The sense of power as he twisted in
my hand was incredible, and reminded me that - for the moment at least - I
held the upper hand here. And I was going to take advantage of that fact
while I still could.
I began with a nibble at the base of his neck, and let my free hand
wander affectionately beneath his shirt. He groaned encouragingly after only
a few nips and shifted, using his legs to push both of us further onto the
bed. I followed the movement by swinging myself up and over his legs, so
that I was sitting on top of him with his swollen shaft planted firmly
between us.
It took only a moment to remove his shirt, after that. I'd been in
this position many times before, and loved the control it gave me over his
passions. I loved stroking his erection, holding it in my hands or rubbing
it between us. Loved to hear his breath catch after my thumbs rolled
teasingly across his head. And I especially liked to slide my body across
him when I leaned forward to kiss him and nibble at the base of his neck. As
I was doing now.
He groaned again.
I liked the sound so much I slid across him several more times - just
to hear him groan - then tossed my hair over my shoulder and deliberately
took my time making figure eight's around his pulse point with my tongue.
Every movement I made caused his erection to slide against my breasts, and I
moved frequently just to hear his groans when his head bumped so teasingly
against the underside of my breasts.
But, he was getting frustrated. I could feel his hands wandering my
back, urging me into a position where he could slide inside me. There was
no doubt he'd get there soon, but I wanted him as crazed as he'd made me
earlier. So, I chuckled and slid my tongue up the side of his neck, stopping
when I reached his ear and let him listen to my wants instead.
In broken gasps I told him how much I enjoyed feeling him deep inside
me, stretching me, filling me until I didn't know where he ended and I
began. He growled and shifted desperately, and grabbed my waist with both
hands in an attempt to reposition me. I hung on tight, and circled his ear
with my tongue one last time before he exploded into action and flipped us
both over.
He wasted no more time, and quickly buried himself in my soft folds,
then wrapped me in his arms and barely moved. I was pinned beneath him, and
it felt incredibly erotic to know I'd driven him to this frenzy.
"You are a tease," he groaned. I chuckled in agreement, quite proud of
my antics at the moment, and knew that despite the groan he was equally
pleased. He finally pushed himself up and captured my mouth in a fiery
kiss. Then he began to move. My desire returned full force from the
simmering boil it had been while teasing him, and I arched into him,
matching his thrusts equally with ones of my own.
I gasped. He groaned. My skin tingled and I locked my arms around his
neck desperately. He countered with hot kisses across my collarbone -
knowing I couldn't last when that erogenous area was teased - and it
couldn't last, our desire was too intense, the flesh too sensitive to
prolong the sensations we were feeling. I almost pushed us both off the bed
as my desire exploded into orgasm and I squeezed my legs around him.
He groaned again as the muscles surrounding his hot shaft rippled in
time with my orgasm, and I trembled beneath him. I was oblivious to
everything but the feel of him thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, but I
felt his orgasm when it hit, and heard his ragged breathing when he
collapsed on top of me.
He didn't even pull out, just stayed that way while attempting to
regain control of his own passions afterwards. I shivered every time he
moved, exhausted and tired, but still so incredibly sensitive. He finally
rolled off, separating us with an audible pop and lay back with me snuggled
into his arms.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I don't know how long we slept, but the sunlight was just beginning to
fade when he woke me from my dreams with a chaste kiss on the shoulder. I
grumbled pleasantly, and closed my eyes fiercely as I snuggled deeper into
the shelter of his arms. I was too comfortable to wake up.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked quietly, adding another kiss
to my shoulder blades. "You liked teasing me." I nodded, but otherwise kept
my silence.
"I enjoyed it, too," he finally affirmed. "But I like teasing you even
more." With that, he reached over my chest for the forgotten toy I'd chosen
earlier, kissed me quickly, and sat up.
"Now, go get dressed," he replied. I must have looked dazed, because he
clarified his statement, then added a grin and a slap on the ass. "Just slip
back into the swimsuit, love, and meet me in the study."
I nodded, and walked carefully back to the bathroom to retrieve my
swimsuit. It was still damp, but I slipped into the suit anyway after taking
a few moments to brush my hair and clean myself off, then headed for the
study.
"Absolutely beautiful," he stated upon my return, and pointed to a
short, straight-backed chair near his desk. I sat down as instructed, and
waited as he pulled out several light-weight ropes and tied my ankles to the
back of the chair. When those were secure, he drew my arms back behind the
chair and tied them loosely together as well.
"That alright?" he asked, carefully checking to make sure I wasn't tied
uncomfortably. I nodded. I wasn't in any pain, but I was very pleasantly
uncomfortable. He grinned. "Now try to get up."
I tried to do as he instructed, but with my arms and ankles tied to the
back of the chair, I could only manage to lift myself a few inches. He
slipped behind me and tightened one of the ropes more securely, making it
nearly impossible to rise from the chair. Satisfied that I couldn't escape,
he then slid his hand around the chair and into the front of my swimsuit
where he began an immediate assault on my still overly sensitive clit. I
bucked and tried to squirm away and heard him laugh at the attempt, but he
was relentless and in only a few minutes I was wet and gasping for release.
"I'm going to enjoy teasing you tonight," he chuckled, and quickly
inserted the studded toy I had chosen earlier tonight. I groaned at the
tight fit, and shifted uncomfortably as he slid it in and out repeatedly to
ensure that it moved easily. Finally, he headed into the bedroom and
returned with two pillows and stuffed them behind my back. Because of the
pillows, I was forced to sit forward and the sleeve rubbed incessantly
against my clit. I squirmed in the chair, trying desperately to get even a
little more comfortable and he grinned.
"That won't help," he chuckled. He hadn't even turned the vibrator on
but I was still extremely sensitive, and it was already rubbing deliciously
at my heat. "You'll only make yourself more sensitive if you move."
I gasped, feeling the extension rub across my clit, and realized the
trap I'd set myself. "Oh God. You. planned this."
"Why do you think I was so pleased with your choice?" he chuckled again,
watching my renewed struggles with amusement. I really wanted the use of my
hands now, just to smack the silly grin off his face, and pulled at the
ropes in frustration. He kept chuckling, so I closed my eyes, and slowly -
deliberately - counted to ten.
It didn't help. I still wanted to smack him.
"Okay," I said as seductively as possible, considering the position I
was in and the sudden desire I'd had to smack him. "Now what?"
"Now we see what happens when we turn this on" he said, and hit the
button on the vibrator's control.
I groaned and closed my eyes while he played with the toy's speed. It
was every bit as obnoxious as I'd known it would be. I felt like I was on
fire, and no matter how I moved, or how I pulled at the ropes, I couldn't
escape the continual beating against my clit, or the stretch and pull of the
vibrator as it moved inside me.
"Try to relax," he chuckled. Who was he kidding? I was still doubly
sensitive from our lovemaking earlier, and every move I made only aggravated
the excited - almost painful - beating against my clit. And, even if the
vibrator hadn't been screaming for attention, his hands were everywhere,
drawing out my desire with feather-like touches. The combination was
overwhelming, and I trembled as goose bumps erupted on my skin for the
second time that night.
"God, I'd almost forgotten how sensitive you are." As if to prove his
point, he increased the toy's speed and watched as I struggled for
composure. I bit my lip, but was unable to hold back the groan or stop
myself from trying to get out of the chair. I shook my head back and forth,
embarrassed by my reaction to the toy, and though I might have begged him to
turn it off, I knew that he would not.
This could end only one way, and I groaned brokenly as he again changed
the toy's speed, and then left it purring slowly against my clit.
I don't know when I stopped fighting the ropes and finally succumbed to
the raging fires inside me, but when he untied the lower strap on my bikini
and molded my breasts in his hands, I groaned desperately and he knew. Knew
that I was his tonight, to play with and command. Knew that I could not and
would not stop him. I knew it too, and groaned again as my breasts swelled
beneath his touch and I broke into a sweat.
"That's right. Ride it out," Like I had any choice, he was working me
into a sexual frenzy, and I couldn't stop my reactions. I tried to, but he
was still massaging my breasts, working them expertly between his fingers
and pulling at my nipples, encouraging me to move against the toy hugging my
clit. I was incredibly wet, and painfully hard, and the vibrator slid
easily across the swollen nub, adding fuel to the fire that was building
between my legs.
It was impossible not to move as blood surged to these hidden recesses,
and I became completely aware of the throbbing mechanical toy stretching and
filling me. My head moved involuntarily from side to side as I tried to
cover my groans, and I pulled futilely at the ropes in an attempt to escape
the growing pressure inside me.
But escape was impossible, and that thought more than any other, was
finally my undoing. I cried out as the first of several small orgasms hit,
and felt my nipples tighten deliciously beneath his thumbs. He pulled and
pinched even more than before, encouraged by my cries and my groans as I
conceded to the inevitable.
"Come for me," he ordered, and whether I intended to or not, I obeyed.
I lost count of the number of times I obeyed him, the focus of my world
centered now solely on the buzzing toy he had placed inside me, and the
caress of his hands on my breasts. I didn't even notice he'd removed one of
his hands until the speed on the vibrator changed, and forced another low
groan from me.
My legs trembled with fatigue, my arms shook and I begged him NOT to
stop as another wave of orgasms exploded and I obeyed his order to come
again. And then again. Then he removed his second hand from my breasts, and
I writhed madly in the chair, needing the contact, needing the added
stimulation. Without it, the orgasms slowed, and the pressure began to build
again - both unreleasable and unstoppable - and I squirmed desperately each
time he changed the speed on the toy.
He ignored my frantic pleas for his touch, and moved in front of me to
watch my reactions more closely. I trembled helplessly, and pulled
frantically at the ropes, and though I couldn't deny him the opportunity to
watch, I continued to plead with him to finish what he'd started. He
finally conceded to my demands after several agonizingly intense minutes by
simply pulling me into a kiss and ravaging me with his tongue.
I arched against the ropes, and cried into his mouth as my entire focus
shattered and was released into that kiss.
End of Part 1
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