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Victoria's Secrets (MF, affair)
by Anonymous  

Part I
 
 Victoria was driving along I-90 in her hot white sports car, when 
she began resting her right hand on the gear shift. Accidentally, 
her hand slid down onto the gear shift, and she found herself 
circling it with her small, dainty fingers. After a few minutes, 
she realized the similarity between the gear shift and other 
upright items she was familiar with... and thought immediately of 
her lover, Lance.

 After several more minutes, she realized that her box was 
moistening ever so slightly, and the more she thought about her 
wetness and the strong, upright item in her right hand, the more 
her juices flowed!

 She left I-90 at the Fuller Road Exit, ducked under the overpass, 
and took the left on Washington Avenue, and re-entered I-90, going 
back home. It was only during the turns that she reluctantly 
released her grip on the gear shift. When she was finally heading 
back home, her grip alternately was tracing the leather seams, 
pressing the finger grips, and slowly raising her skirt, feeling 
her stockings where they ended at her garter belt. By the time she 
had crossed the Patroon Island Bridge, the seat of her car was 
moistened by her juices, and she was breathing heavily.

 She pulled into her garage, and immediately began unbuttoning her 
silk blouse, revealing her satin Teddy, and releasing her now 
hardened nipples to the cool air. She entered her house, and 
stopped only long enough to kick off her shoes and slip out of her 
skirt.

 As she walked down the hall, she could see Lance sitting on the 
couch, reading the paper, one hand idly rubbing his member.

 He looked up to see Victoria standing at the edge of the couch, 
now only in her satin tap pants and silk lace bra. She was 
removing her silk stockings and garter belt and his cock 
immediately grew, pushing up against his slacks.

 He watched in fascination as Victoria drew her light blue Teddie 
over her head, revealing her lovely pink nipples. He stood and 
without a word, lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out of 
them.

 Victoria now quickly stepped out of her champagne colored tap 
pants, never taking her eyes away from his hardened, erect cock.

 Lance reached for her and lifted her off her feet, layed her 
gently on the couch, opened her thighs and lowered himself to his 
knees. He feasted on the sight of her dripping, swollen pussy and 
listened to her low moans of anticipated pleasure.

 He lowered his face to her pussy, enjoying the scent and warmth 
of her box, taking tentative licks of the juices now oozing slowly 
down from her cunt. She spread herself wider, resting her legs on 
his shoulders as he began moving his tongue slowly across her 
clit, feeling that pearl swell and harden, ready for him to bring 
her to passionate release.

 He placed his hands under her firm ass, lifting her ever so 
gently to his tongue. The rise and fall of her breathing, her 
moans, the now quickening motion of his tongue, brought her 
quickly to her first orgasm.

 The ooze from her cunt increased and he placed his tongue deeply 
into her box, lapping the sweet taste and swallowing her juices.

 She relaxed from that orgasm, and he moved his tongue back up to 
her clit, now rising to meet his tongue. A short period later, she 
had her second orgasm, bigger and stronger than the first, arching 
her back off the couch, holding her breath as the full force of 
passion engulfed her entire being.

 The juices now were flowing forcefully from her cunt, and Lance 
lapped and tasted until his cock was the hardest it had ever been.

 But he went back to her clit and brought her quickly again to 
orgasm. This time she cried out in passion, and her thighs 
trembled, as waves of coming completely overtook her body. He 
again placed his tongue deep in her box, making the orgasm 
continue. His tongue returned to her clit again, and she 
immediately came for the fourth time.

 He then placed his fingers in her box, feeling the contractions 
of those strong muscles as they clamped on them.

 He stood up, lifting her under her arms and lowered her onto his 
one-eyed god of love, now purple and distended, veins bulging with 
eagerness for her tight, hot, wet box.

 He moved her whole body up and down his shaft, her legs gripping 
him around his thighs, as she moaned loudly with pleasure.

 As his orgasm started coming, she felt the size of his cock 
growing larger, filling her completely and she felt the release of 
her fifth come while his pulsating spear of love spewed hot semen 
up into her.

 He lowered them both back down to the couch, never missing a 
beat, pumping as her hot tightness squeezed every last drop of 
come from him.

 When he had again grown soft and she had become quiet, he 
withdrew, and again knelt to taste their juices mixing together as 
they flowed from her cunt. His tongue again found her pearl of 
love and she responded once again with a more quiet, but subdued 
orgasm.

 They rested a few more minutes, holding each other, as the after-
glow of their passion came to an end.

 Then Victoria rose from the couch, and while retracing her steps, 
put on her tap pants, her stockings and garter belt, her skirt and 
her shoes, and got into her hot white sports car, buttoning her 
silk blouse.

 She drove onto I-90 again, occasionally, lovingly touching the 
gear shift, and went to Crossgates Mall, where, while walking with 
an easy strut, she thought about the past hour and what a 
delicious secret she was enjoying.

  
Part II


 I woke up, and initially felt somehow warmed, like I had been 
dreaming something very nice, and good. As I turned on my side, my 
satin night shift rubbed against my nipples and I realized that 
they were already erect. MMmm, I must have been dreaming something 
sexy!

 I got slowly out of bed, feeling the coolness of the room on my 
hot skin. I changed slowly, fantasizing just what my dream could 
have been.

 Could it have been about Bob or Art? Both of my lovers could make 
me moist. I certainly have enjoyed their cocks immensely (or was 
it their immense cocks?). Both knew that I had another lover, but 
they didn't know who.

 After dressing and having a cup of tea, the doorbell rang and it 
was Bob.

 He apologized for stopping by without calling first, but I felt 
so sexy and wet, I was just glad that he was here. We kissed and 
his hand found my still erect nipples. He immediately pulled up my 
blouse and gazed lovingly at them before beginning to suck on 
them. I moaned with pleasure at his eagerness and reached for his 
cock. It was already hard. He slipped his hand down into my pants 
and made murmuring noises when he felt how wet I was.

 We started up the stairs to the bedroom, eager for each other's 
bodies just as the doorbell rang again.

 Bob continued up the stairs, disrobing while I went to the door. 
Of course, it was Art! Shivers went up and down my spine! My dream 
flashed before my eyes! Now I knew why I had awakened so hot! My 
dream had been being made love to by both my lovers!

 What an opportunity! But I didn't know how either of them would 
react to such a desire. They knew me as someone who was 
enthusiastic and loving, but I'd never said a word about this 
fantasy of having a menage a trois.

 As I closed the door behind Art, he was already reaching for my 
breasts. He kissed me while his other hand went into my pants and 
he, too, found that I was very wet. "Mmm, I guess I got here just 
in time!"

 I smiled and told him that I had company. His eyes quickly 
scanned the living room, and finding no one, and he looked at me 
and asked, "Upstairs?" Not knowing what to say, I nodded. Then he 
surprised me and asked "Could I watch?"

 My box reacted before my brain. My whole being trembled with 
desire. I mumbled, "I don't know" as Bob came back down the stairs 
wearing just his slacks.

 My two lovers stood quietly, looking at each other. The silence 
was finally broken when Art repeated his question to Bob. Bob 
looked questioningly at me, and I said "I would love it, Bob." Bob 
nodded okay and we all went upstairs.

 Art undressed me as Bob watched from the bed. He had dropped his 
slacks and was now nude, his cock at the ready. I moved over to 
the bed and laid down next to Bob, conflicting emotions raging 
through my body - anxiety, shyness, strong desire, and uncertainty 
in not knowing how this would end.

 Art undressed and his big cock stood upright, too. He sat on the 
edge of the bed and as if sensing our shyness, began quietly 
telling us that this had always been his desire - to see me being 
made love to by another man, watching my face as I came, seeing my 
orgasms from a different perspective, watching me pleasure another 
man as I had pleasured him.

 I began relaxing and turned toward Bob, who responded immediately 
by fingering my box and giving me a long, slow tongue kiss.

 My anxiety now diminished, I moved down to his cock, taking it 
fully into my mouth, to both Bob's and Art's moans of pleasure.

 Art began moving his hand over my skin, gently teasing me with 
his light touch, and moved down my back to my bum, putting his 
fingers into my box and feeling the wetness oozing from my pussy. 
He took his fingers out and tasted them, and a look of rapture 
crossed his face. While my mouth moved slowly up and down Bob's 
shaft, Art's big fingers played with my bum, and Bob's fingers 
teased my clit. I could feel my pearl hardening under their hands 
as my whole pelvis moved in response.

 I came quickly and could feel Bob's cock harden even more in my 
mouth.

 Bob pulled me up to him and gently eased my wet pussy down onto 
his rod while I was still coming. My orgasm intensified as Art 
inserted a finger gently into my bum.

 Waves of orgasm enveloped me. It was as if I'd never stop coming! 
I moved up and down the cock until Bob came. His orgasm was 
stronger than I had ever felt from him. My pussy pulled all his 
semen up into it. All of us moaned with the orgasm.

 We began to relax, but my box was throbbing still. My fantasy had 
yet to be completed.

 While Bob's cock softened within me, I looked toward Art's still 
erect member. I moved off of Bob and began licking the ooze from 
Art's cock. Bob rolled me over onto my back and began lapping our 
juices as they flowed from my box.

 Art kneeled over me, facing so that he could see my cunt being 
eaten. The sight of these two men would have been enough to make 
me come, but Bob was expertly flicking my clit and I came, arching 
my back and exploding my juices into his eager mouth.

 As I relaxed, Art placed his cock into my mouth. I eagerly took 
it, sucking with pleasure, feeling the bulging veins, while Bob 
went down on my pearl of desire.

 I exploded again - quickly, intensely, holding tightly to Art's 
cock in my mouth.

 As I again relaxed, Art took his cock from my mouth and moved to 
mount me. My hot pussy accepted his cock and I began moving in 
response to his pumping.

 Art murmured to me that this was the most exciting thing he'd 
ever done, that watching Bob and I had given him more joy than 
he'd ever had before and then he groaned loudly as our orgasms 
ravished our entire bodies, and as Bob played with my nipples, Art 
filled my box with his juices.

 We all relaxed from this intense lovemaking, each of us touching 
the other.

 Bob's fingers were lightly playing with my box and clit and I was 
close to coming again, when he said to Art, "I don't think she's 
done yet, do you?" Art laughed and responded "No, not at all!"

 They moved me up to the head of the bed, taking positions with 
their heads resting on my inner thighs and my men began gently 
lapping at my pussy and clit and fingering my bum as they brought 
me to orgasm again and again. So many fingers and tongues - I 
couldn't tell who was doing what to me. I only knew that I had 
been loved beautifully by my lovers!

 And as I lay exhausted by their pleasures, my alarm clock went 
off and I awoke to find myself very much alone, and I wondered if 
any of it had been real.
  

Part III


 Frank nuzzled her neck, his warm body responding to her 
closeness, his hands seeking her pert ass. Her mind was elsewhere, 
and she was beginning to feel guilty that she wasn't enjoying this 
as much as she'd hoped.

 Frank had initially responded to her BBS biography two weeks ago. 
His notes to her had been intelligent and showed a sensitivity and 
warmth that had delighted her. She received at least one note from 
him each day and found that she was looking forward to his gentle 
teasing about what their first meeting would be like.

 They had met in the Mall yesterday. Over coffee, they had 
assessed each other, and despite her physical desire for him, had 
made a date for dinner tonight. Her box had been moist with 
anticipation for this moment ever since that first meeting.

 Dinner had been very nice. Frank's wit and humor kept them 
laughing straight through the after-dinner coffee. The sexual 
tension was like an electrical current between them. Her wetness 
reminded her continually of how much she wanted him, and she 
envisioned that his cock was erect through most of the meal.

 Now, here they were, face to face in her apartment, but she was 
not responding as she had anticipated. As they moved to her 
bedroom, she hoped that he would reawaken those hot feelings for 
him.

 He must have sensed her anxiety. He began undressing her very 
slowly, savoring the sights of her silk underwear, kissing her 
mouth, her shoulders, her thighs, all the while, gently caressing 
her body, until she was almost panting with desire to feel his 
cock inside her wet box.

 "What do you want, Victoria?" he asked quietly. "You! I want 
you!" she said breathlessly. 

 "In good time," he said, "all in good time. But for now, I want 
you to enjoy yourself, to let go and enjoy those fantasies you 
have. What would you like me to do to you?"

 Without hesitation, she said, "Tease me."

 His gentle touch became even lighter on her skin as he traced 
small circles around her nipples and moved slowly down her belly 
to her moist-ness. He followed his fingers with small, caressing 
kisses. He gently kissed her between her thighs and slowly turned 
her over, maintaining contact with her skin with his lips and 
fingers. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to drift with the 
delight.

 She moaned with pleasure as he brushed her ass with his expert 
touch and hot mouth. What was left of her anxiety vanished 
completely as she realized that she was being made love to by an 
expert and that she would always remember his hot touch.

 His mouth was again by her shoulders and she turned over, unable 
to quiet her moans of anticipation as he gently moved his hand 
over and into her box.

 He had brought her nearly to orgasm with his touch, when she felt 
his hot breath and tongue on her clit. Within just a few seconds, 
she came, arching her back, holding her breath as the orgasm 
exploded inside her. 

 Her whole body trembled as the orgasm subsided, and he brought 
her gently to another orgasm.

 At its peak, he mounted her, inserting his cock deep into her 
welcoming box. As he pumped his juices into her, she continued to 
come. Her fingernails gripping his arms, pulling him further into 
her, and she lost all control, letting their waves of come 
envelope the two of them.

 They slowly relaxed, kissing each other, caressing each other as 
the peace that follows such intensity rolled over them.

 But they didn't rest for long before he asked, "What is your 
pleasure now, my sweet?" She thought for a moment, and her 
stirring loins responded to her fantasy for him.

 She got up and walked to her dresser, the butterfly tattoo on her 
ass glistening with sweat. She found four silk scarves and 
returned to the bed.

 "On your back!" she demanded. 

 Frank rolled over, saw the scarves, and smiled. Victoria gently 
took each arm, tied his wrists loosely in the scarves and tied the 
scarves to the uprights of her four-poster bed. She repeated the 
procedure with his ankles, and stood back to view Frank, spread-
eagled on her bed. 

 His eyes followed her lean body as she went into her walk-in 
closet. When she came out, she was wearing five-inch spike heels, 
black net stockings that ended at mid-thigh, and a red lace garter 
belt. She stood at the side of the bed for a few seconds, and his 
cock began responding to the sight of her. She reached under the 
bed and found a four-foot feather. She took the feather and began 
teasing his cock and balls with it. His smile widened as his cock 
became fully erect and his balls ached with the need to release 
his cum.

 "Not yet, slave!" she murmured as her box moistened again to the 
sight of him. "You have more to do!"

 She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself with her knees on 
either side of his massive shoulders. He looked at the tousled 
hair of her pussy, and could see her lips oozing with their 
juices. She moved her box up to his lips and said, "Eat me, Slave! 
Make me come!"

 His tongue touched her clit immediately and he moved it back and 
forth as she responded with more of her juices. Her hips moved in 
tiny circles over his face and she found herself coming almost 
immediately.

 He massaged her box with his mouth and tongue as her whole body, 
racked with an overpowering orgasm, pumped up and down on his 
face. Her face was contorted with pleasure as the waves rocked 
through her.

 She moved away from him, saw the glistening of her cum on his 
face, and kissed him, placing her tongue deep within his mouth, 
tasting what he had been tasting.

 He began writhing against his restraints, feeling his cum 
beginning, moaning with anticipation for her box.

 "Please, Victoria. Please lower yourself onto me, let me come in 
your box. Oh, please Victoria, my lovely mistress!" he begged.

 She smiled, and moved herself to his cock. She looked at the 
glistening head for just a second. He was so erect and so big that 
she had to raise her hips high in order to reach his tip. Then she 
lowered herself slowly down his shaft, feeling the velvety ripples 
of his bulging veins as they massaged her insides.

 His wrists were pulling the scarves tight as she rocked slowly on 
his cock. She savored the feel of him inside her until he could 
stand it no more, and exploded his cum deep within her. Her orgasm 
matched his and she quickened her pumping as they enjoyed the hot 
juices and their release.

 Quietly, they relaxed. She reached up to his wrists and undid the 
scarves, and then loosened his ankle restraints, and they fell 
asleep in each others arms.
  

Part IV

 "Vicky, I'm assigning you a task today."

 Victoria looked up from nuzzling Matt's shoulder, but he was 
intent on his shaving and didn't even glance at her.

 "I want you to go and buy five silk scarves."

 His tone and manner indicated that there was not to be any 
questioning of this "task", she was just supposed to do it.
 She left the bathroom, wondering what this was all about. She 
busied herself with making them breakfast and while they ate, they 
discussed various things, but he never mentioned the scarves 
again.

 After he left for work, she changed into a silk blouse and linen 
skirt and decided that she would go to the Mall for the scarves.
 She had difficulty finding a store with a good selection of 
scarves. When she finally found some, she began deciding on colors 
and sizes. She didn't know why, but she knew that each would 
probably have to be a good length, and began selecting only those 
that were over three feet long.

 By the time she'd picked the third scarf, she realized that her 
box was very moist. The feel of the silk and chiffon on her hands 
had suddenly become very sensual. She started reevaluating each of 
the scarves, letting the material slowly slip through her fingers, 
enjoying the reaction of her body to this new pleasure.

 By the time she had finished making her selections, her knees 
were weak with the desire she felt in her body. She realized that 
this was probably the most pleasurable thing she'd ever done with 
her clothes on!!

 Confused by her reaction to such a simple assignment, she became 
even more confused when the cashier, upon seeing the five scarves, 
gave her a knowing look. 

 Embarrassed for some reason, Victoria was glad to leave the store 
after the transaction was complete. 

 Getting in to her car for the drive home, she realized that her 
hands were shaking, and that her legs were still weak.

 At home, she had difficulty removing the price tags because of 
her shaking hands.

 Matt returned home around 5:30 PM, carrying a small gift-wrapped 
box. After dinner, he kissed her and gave her the present. Inside, 
she found a peach colored lace garter belt and a pair of peach 
colored stockings.

 She kissed him and thanked him for the presents. Then he asked, 
"Would you put those on under your new silk skirt and top?"

 When she returned to the living room, dressed in her new clothes, 
he indicated that she should sit in the love seat. He barely 
glanced at her since he was busy watching the TV.

 Somewhat mystified at his inattention, and very confused at this 
role she was apparently playing, Vicky still found her box very 
moist with anticipation. For what, she didn't know. But she did 
know that she was afraid that her juices were going to ruin her 
new skirt, so she ended up sitting on one side of her hips, 
drawing her feet up under her.

 Apparently bored with the TV, Matt left the living room and went 
into the bathroom. Victoria could hear the tub running. When he 
returned, he was carrying one of the new scarves.

 "Would you let me blindfold you with this?" he asked.

 Now her trembling body reacted with fear. But she trusted 
Matt, she knew that he wouldn't hurt her. But blindfolded!? 
Whatever for?? She nodded her assent, and she found herself being 
blindfolded.

 He took her hand and led her into the bathroom. There, he kissed 
her, placing his tongue deep within her mouth. Slowly, while both 
of them enjoyed the touch of the silk outfit on her skin, he began 
undressing her. When he had removed her outer clothes, he began 
caressing her breasts, making her nipples erect by gently touching 
them with his fingertips. While he unhooked the stockings from the 
garter belt, his mouth found her nipples and he began sucking 
them, making her box respond even more powerfully.

 Soon she found herself standing naked in front of him, unable to 
see, but the touch of him, the slight smell of both of them, the 
sweet murmurings in her ear, the taste of his skin, made her 
realize that those senses were dramatically heightened.

 He helped her into the tub, and she felt the warmth and smell of 
a bubble bath enveloping her body. He began washing her, using the 
cloth to stimulate her nipples and clit. She relaxed slightly, 
enjoying the feel of the rough washcloth and his pampering of her. 

 She reached over to him and began caressing him in return. 
Her hand strayed to his cock, but he brushed her hand away. 
"You're being disobedient, Vicky. You may not touch me until I 
tell you. I will allow this mistake to pass, but further errors 
and I will have to discipline you!"

 Although visibly shaking, she secretly smiled at his demand and 
put her hands at her sides, allowing him free rein of her body as 
he continued her bath.

 He then helped her out of the tub and told her to put on the 
stockings and garter belt, and steadied her while she did that. He 
then led her into the bedroom and positioned her at the end of 
what seemed to be a table.

 She was confused - there hadn't been a table there before. 
He ordered her to bend down over the table.

 As she was getting comfortable, she could feel him tying one of 
her ankles to the table leg with a scarf.

 Instantly, her body reacted - her ultimate fantasy. She was being 
restrained!

 As he busied himself with securing her ankles and wrists to the 
table, she wondered what was in store for her.

 The reality of actually being unable to move and protect herself 
screamed through her awareness. And odd mixture of fear and desire 
raged through her, causing her body to tremble but her box to 
throb with anticipated pleasure.

 She tried to move against her restraints, testing their knots and 
found, indeed, that she was at his mercy. "My God", she thought, 
"here I am, bare-assed and vulnerable, unable to do anything to 
protect myself!" That realization caused her to moan, and Matt 
commanded her to be quiet.

 Her box suddenly felt a warm, moist object and her ears responded 
to the whirr of a vibrator. Matt moved the vibrator over and in 
her box, but withdrew it before she came. He spread her ass wide 
with his hands, and she felt his hot tongue flitting in and out of 
her.

 Within seconds, she began coming. His tongue stayed with her 
until her fourth orgasm, and at its peak, he entered her with his 
cock.

 He rode her, pumping his fluids into her as she continued coming.

 When he had finished, she again felt his tongue exploring her as 
their juices ran down her legs. She lost count of her orgasms - 
one seemed to be more pleasurable than the last, and there was 
hardly any discernible time between each of them.

 He again mounted her and quickly brought them both to fulfilment.

 Exhausted, he leaned over her and began undoing her wrists from 
their scarves.

 He kissed her tenderly all over her body as he finished releasing 
the ankle scarves, then led her into the bed and gently removed 
the blindfold. Holding her and caressing her, telling her how much 
he loved her, thanking her for trusting him in his fantasy of 
domination, they finally collapsed in sleep, gently cradling each 
other during the night.
