On The Couch

Prologue

Tim sat in bed, his wife beside him. While sleep had already pulled her into hazy repose, he remained wide awake, struggling to wrap his head around what had just happened. Early that morning, they had been upset with each other. A bad fight had left the air between them thick with tension. But now…well, now there had been a dramatic reversal. She was fantastic tonight. So sexy. So full of desire. So…hungry. Why doesn't this side of her come out more often? He could scarcely remember ever being as aroused as he was in those moments. 

She had put on quite a performance. A sexual masterpiece. But it wasn't just that his wife had transformed into a sexual minx right before his eyes that surprised him. It was that she had done so with another man. 

I 

Andrea stood in the shower, struggling to hold back tears. She's had a fight with Tim the night before, and she was still reeling. How could he say those things to me? It almost seemed like he was trying to hurt me on purpose. She didn't know how to feel. They had been married for years, so they had certainly had fights before. Bad ones, even. But never like this. She turned the knob that controlled the water temperature. She bit her lip at the sudden rush of hot water, but the subsequent cloud of steam eased her mind. She closed her eyes as the heat relaxed away her tension.

She stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair hung in wet tendrils to her shoulders, and her skin, usually a powdery white, was now flushed from the hot shower. She stared into her eyes, wondering what she would find when she opened the bathroom door. She wrapped her towel around her slender body and walked out into the bedroom. 

Tim was awake and lying in bed, staring out the window with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced at her for just a moment when she opened the door, and then resumed his outward stare. Her eyebrows furrowed and she rolled her eyes, failing to disguise her frustration. She donned her always-conservative wardrobe - a cardigan over a casual blouse, a skirt that hung to her knees, a pair of flats - pulled her hair back into a pony tail, and left the house in a huff.

Her drive to work, as well as the work day that followed, was difficult to endure. She felt much the same way that she had felt that morning in the shower. Conflicted, frustrated. Battling tears. But she did her best to do her duties.

***

The end of the day came quicker than she wanted it to. She'd finished all of her work for the day, but still sat in her office, trying to look busy. Trying to forget about her troubles at home. Doing anything at all that would give her an excuse to stay in her office. It made her feel comfortable. A home away from home, almost. 

At one point, she had lost herself in a daze, staring vacuously into the clock on the wall. A voice broke the silence.

"Everything alright, Andi?" asked Eric, her boss. 

"Yeah. Yeah everything is fine." She knew her performance was unconvincing. But she didn't care. She was just trying to get him to leave. 

"You sure? You seem like you've got a lot on your mind. And you've already submitted all of your work for today. Anything you want to talk about?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking though."

"Okay, if you say so."

She experienced a flood of different emotions within the next split second. I don't want to involve him in my problems. But he is my friend, and he's always been helpful. I don't want to waste his time with my problems though. I don't know. And, just as he turned to walk away, she exclaimed, "Wait. Yeah, there is something on my mind. If you want to talk about it with me."

"Of course, Andi," said Eric. "Anything for a friend." He walked into her office, sat his things on the floor, and sat across from her at the desk.

"Well, Tim and I had a fight last night. A bad one. Definitely the worst one we've ever had."

"I'm sorry to hear that," asked Eric, sincerely concerned. "What was it about?"

"Well, I'd rather not say. But it's not even important. Some of the things he said. They were so hurtful. I couldn't believe he could even say such things to me." She was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back her tears.

"That's terrible. Have you talked since then?" 

"No. I wanted to talk this morning before I came to work, but he basically ignored me. Acted like I wasn't in the room." She couldn't fight the tears anymore. She began to sob hysterically, and the tears flowed freely. 

"This is awful, Andi," said Eric. "Listen, why don't we go to my office instead. I've got a nice couch we can sit on and talk this all out. Should be a bit more comfortable and relaxing. I've even got my stash of scotch if you'd like a drink to calm your nerves."

"Okay. That sounds nice. Thanks for listening, Eric."

"Oh, it's no problem at all. Like I said, anything for a friend."

Andrea was glad in that moment to have a friend like Eric. Someone who was so willing to be there for her. They both gathered their things and headed for Eric's office.

II

Tim had come to Andrea's workplace, figuring that she was still there. Her car in the parking lot confirmed his suspicions. I've got to make this up to her somehow. I feel just awful about the way I treated her. Unsure about the state he would find her in, but determined to make amends, he walked into the building and took the stairs to the third floor.

He walked into the office and, unsurprisingly, saw no signs of life. He had been to Andrea's office several times, and he strode purposefully toward her door. But as he was approaching, he heard her voice coming from a different direction. Confused, he walked towards the corner of the office space, the source of the sound. As he got closer, he noticed that there was someone else. A deeper voice, joining hers in conversation. Deciding that it was best if his presence, at least for now, went undetected, he tried to position himself strategically amongst the darkened cubicles. He was able to look through the large glass panes on either side of the door and see what was going on in the room. He recognized the man instantly. Eric.

Eric was an old friend of Andrea's, from her time at college. As she had explained it to him, she and Eric were never intimate, but there was always a tension between them. Years after college, when she was looking for a job, Eric offered her a position at the family business that he'd inherited. Tim and Andrea were both extremely grateful. Still, Tim always felt a little strange about him. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. But maybe he was too nice. The door to Eric's office was half open, and he listened intently to the conversation.

***

"Look Andi, you need to find a way to make this better. If it doesn't seem like he wants to be bothered, you have to make him bothered. The feelings won't just go away on their own."

"I know, Eric. I just don't know how to start."

"Well, just be honest with him. Talk to him. You're both adults, right? Just have an adult conversation."

"I don't know…"

"And if you want, maybe try to do something that will ease him up a bit. Cook a nice meal, give him a gift. Maybe put on a nice outfit. Something to displace some of the threat. Show him that you're not angry. That you just want to make peace."

"Yeah. You're right. I can't just let myself play the victim here. I've got to just do something about it. He's my husband after all. I love him."

"That's exactly right," said Eric with a smile.

"Yeah. Thanks for all your help, Eric."

"No problem at all." They leaned into each other on the couch and shared a friendly embrace. She again felt a surge of emotion as she rubbed his back. She thought of Tim. But she didn't want to let Eric go. Apparently, the tension between them hadn't fully subsided. When they seperated, she cupped his face and kissed him on the lips.

They just stared at each other for a few seconds. "I'm sorry," said Andrea. "I shouldn't have done that."

Eric looked surprised. Afraid, even. Like he knew nothing good could come of this now. 

"Don't worry about it, Andi. Listen, I'm gonna get going. Stay here as long as you like. Just be sure to lock up when you leave."

When he started to stand and leave, she clutched his arm and pulled him back down to the couch. "Please, Eric. Just stay a little while longer. I don't want to be alone right now."

"Andi, I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Please," interrupted Andrea. "I just want you here. Anything for a friend, right?"

Eric looked around for a few seconds, as if he wanted advice. But there was no one around. And so, probably against his better judgment, he replied.

"Ok, I'll stay."

III

Tim stood in wide-eyed disbelief as he watched his wife come on to Eric. What the hell is she doing? He was stupefied even more when he watched his wife kiss him. He thought that maybe that would have been the time to reveal himself to them and put an end to this madness. But, as confused as he was about Andrea's behavior, he wasn't as upset as he thought he should have been. Instead, he was taken by the desire to keep watching these events unfold.

"Eric," he heard her say, "I'm so glad to have a friend like you." She caressed his face with her feather-light touch.

"I'm just glad I can be here for you," replied Eric, still looking uneasy. 

After a few suspenseful moments, Tim watched them lock lips in another kiss. Unlike the first, this kiss was more passionate. And they didn't separate for quite some time. Their hands began to explore. She rubbed his broad chest, and his hand found the small of her back and pulled her in. 

Tim's growing erection pressed against the front of his pants. What the hell am I so turned on for? I mean…that's my wife! Even now, as much as he tried to convince himself that he should be angry with her, he felt no ill-feelings at all. He simply watched in a state of amazement and curiosity. I guess we'll just see where this goes.

Andrea began to stroke Eric through his pants, inducing a rock hard erection. Tim heard her whispering something, though he couldn't make out the words. She was soon on her knees in front of the couch, undoing Eric's pants. She pulled them down to his ankles and gently rubbed his now exposed dick. At least he's got a smaller penis than me. 

The fact that Eric was smaller, though, allowed Andrea to take in his full length as she began to blow him. Tim felt himself getting slightly jealous. Just look at her. My wife. Deepthroating another man's dick. She gagged and salivated all over Eric's dick with an eagerness that Tim hadn't seen from her in quite some time. Was she just coping with her negativity about Tim? Did she really want Eric all along? At the moment, Tim didn't really care. He was just caught up in watching his wife please another man.

After a few more minutes, Andrea stood up and began to undress.

"I want you," she whispered. "No, I need you. Right here and now."

Eric paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he should do. But Tim knew that this could only end one way. He won't be able to turn her down. Not my wife. She's too hot. He looked intently at Eric's face, studying his expressions. He could almost see Eric's reasons for rejecting her fall apart, one by one. Eric stood up and pulled off his pants. Andrea replaced him on the couch and laid on her back, pulling her knees to her shoulders, leaving her legs pointing into the air. Eric, now fully disrobed, knelt in front of her.

Tim watched as Eric's cock slid easily into Andrea's pussy. God, she must be so wet right now. Eric spent a few seconds getting acclimated, and then started to pump her vigorously. His hips slapped against her ass, and her legs bounced helplessly above his shoulders. Fuck, look at her. Why is this so fucking hot? Tim rubbed his crotch, his boner now throbbing almost painfully. He thought he might explode at any moment. 

Eric moved a hand and started to rub her clit with his thumb. This started to send Andrea over the edge.

"Yes," she muttered. "Just like that. Don't stop." She threw her head back into the couch and grasped at the cushions. Her toes curled as she moaned her way tremulously through a surge of ecstasy. 

Tim could no longer help himself. He undid his pants and started to stroke his own dick. This is too fucking hot. I can't take it. He stood in the shadows, now literally getting off on his wife being fucked by another man. 

Eric pulled out of Andrea and sat on the couch. Andrea knew exactly what to do. She straddled him and sat on his cock, now riding him with smooth aggression. Her small ass jiggled every time she slammed it down. As Tim watched, he was again surprised by his wife's fiery passion. He was stroking his cock furiously, precum flowing freely and hanging from the tip. 

Soon, it was Eric's turn to experience ecstasy. He clutched Andrea's hips tightly. "Andi. Andi, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, here it comes."

She jumped off and knelt in front of him, lowering her head onto his cock. Eric shot his load into her mouth. Unable to swallow it all, Andrea let the excess drip down the sides, but only momentarily. She eagerly lapped up the remaining cum.

The sight of his wife licking Eric's cock clean was enough to bring Tim to a climax of his own. He suppressed a groan as long, thick ropes of cum exploded from his cock, collecting on the floor in front of him. What a mess. Oh well, it will dry by the morning. Rather than stick around and risk discovery, Tim put away his cock and left the building as quietly as he came. 

On his ride home, Tim wracked his brain about how to handle this situation. Should I confront her about it? Should I be angry? He eventually decided, though, that she must never know. I'm not even mad. That was too fucking hot. And who knows. Maybe I'll get a chance to see it happen again. 

Room Service

Room Service

The life of a corporate executive is not as glamorous as today's consumerist society

would have you believe, a fact that Lily knows all too well. Sure, it was hard to argue

with a six-figure income, but the stresses of the job almost didn't seem worth it at

times. And on top of that, it isn't often enough that all her hard work garners even a

nod of approval back at the office. But not this weekend. I'm gonna pamper myself big

time. I deserve it. And it all starts tonight with the weekend stay I booked at that spa

my friend told me about. Hopefully it's as good as she says it is. And then, the

weekend finally came. Freedom. Lily ran out the door and bolted down the steps

before anyone could stop her. Nobody is gonna hold me up. Not today.

By the time she finally arrived at the resort, her general lack of sleep was starting to

catch up to her. She was eager to check in, find her room, and take a quick nap. Okay,

maybe a long nap. She checked in, received her key from the receptionist, and got

onto the elevator.

At long last, she was in her room. She threw her bag onto the floor beside her, and

then made a running jump onto her bed. King-sized pillow-top was a good choice.

And almost immediately, drowsiness started taking over. But just before she could

doze off, she heard a knock at the door. A visitor? No one is even supposed to know

where I am this weekend. If my friend is trying to set me up with some guy again, I

think I might literally kill her. Thoroughly irritated, she got up, walked to the door,

and opened it.

"Hello Miss. My name is Grant. I'm with the resort's Concierge Services, and my job

is to make sure that your stay here at the resort is completely satisfactory. Thank you

for choosing us, and if you need anything at all, I'm just a phone call away."

"Thank you, Grant. I'm sure I'll be in touch at some point. But for now, I'd just like to

get a little rest."

"Of course, Miss." And as abruptly as he'd appeared in the first place, he was off

again, striding purposefully down the hallway. He moved with an agility and grace

that she did not expect. Hmm. Tall, dark, and handsome. And good looking, too. But

no time for that now. Back to my nap. I need to rest. And for about an hour thereafter,

that's exactly what she did.

She awoke at around 7 in the evening, feeling completely refreshed and ready to

actually enjoy her trip. She slipped out of her clothes, put on a fluffy, white robe, and

headed downstairs to the beauty salon, where she received an exquisite mani/pedi

package. After that, it was off to take a long, steamy bath in the jacuzzi. And to finish

it all off, she made her way to the resident masseur for an hour-long, full-body

massage. As relaxing as everything was, though, she felt somewhat strange during the

whole experience. She was accustomed to always being in charge and always having

to delegate tasks and answer questions, to make presentations and balance budgets, to

do this and do that. It was strange to have someone else in control for once, even if it

was over something as simple as this. I need to get over myself. I can't be in control

all the time. I can't ruin this weekend for myself. Sometimes, you just have to let things

happen. For the remainder of her massage, the strange feeling in her subsided, and

Lily thought that she had never felt so relaxed in her life.

As she was making her way back to her room, she realized that she hadn't eaten since

lunch time at work. I am starving. I'll give the concierge guy a call. For as much as

I’m paying to stay here, there had better be some decent room service. She found the

listing for "Grant" in the directory on the wall above the phone and dialed his

extension.

"This is Grant with Concierge Services, how can I help you?"

"Yeah Grant, it’s Lily in 403. I am dying of hunger up here, and I was wondering if I

could order something good to eat."

"Ahh yes, you certainly can. We have a full kitchen down here staffed with wellqualified

chefs and stocked with only the finest ingredients. You name it, and they can

make it. Do you have a taste for anything in particular?"

"Yeah, how about a great big caesar salad with some grilled chicken in it. That sounds

perfect right now."

"Not a problem. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I'd also like a couple bottles of wine. How about your favorite white? That

ought to do it."

"Alright Miss, chicken caesar salad and a couple bottles of my favorite white. I'll

bring that up to you when it's ready."

"Sounds great. Thanks."

It's going to be wonderful to finally get some food in my belly. While she waited, she

laid back on her bed and turned on the TV. She channel surfed until she landed on an

episode of Teen Mom. I can't even explain why I like this show so much. It's so

trashy. Oh well.

About 30 minutes later, she heard a familiar knock at the door. She greeted Grant

eagerly, grabbing her food and wine in a hurry. She was eager to eat her meal, drink

some wine, and actually get a good, long sleep for once.

"Thanks, Grant. You have a good night."

"You as well, Miss. Enjoy your meal."

And again, he was off. She devoured her salad, drank half a bottle of wine, and kicked

back on the bed again. But without the aid of complete exhaustion, she found it oddly

difficult to find rest. She realized that the same strange feeling from earlier was

creeping up again. Why can't I sleep? Am I really that much of a control freak? This

has got to stop. She tried and tried to fall asleep, but all she accomplished was

successfully counting the tiles in the ceiling 50 times over. By the time she realized

that there was no hope for her, it was already 2 am. Maybe I just need to talk to

someone about it. Get my feelings out in the open. Maybe I'll feel better about it then.

I wonder if Grant is still awake. He said I could call him if I needed anything, right?

Well, I need sleep...I hope he's still awake. She figured that he wouldn't be at this

hour, but she had nothing to lose by trying. So, she dialed his number again, and

waited hopefully for a reply.

"This is Grant with Concierge Services, how can I help you?"

"Yeah Grant, it's me again, Lily. Sorry I'm calling so late."

"It's no problem at all. What can I do for you?"

"Well, as you might imagine, I'm having trouble sleeping. Would you...this probably

sounds weird...but would you mind coming to my room and just talking to me for a

while? Maybe help me drink this other bottle of wine? I've just got a lot on my mind,

and I think once I talk it out, I'll actually be able to get some sleep."

"Absolutely. I'm taking care of some other business right now, but I can be up there

soon, probably 15 minutes or so from now. Does that work for you?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Excellent. I'll see you soon, Miss."

"Thanks. And please, just call me Lily."

"Certainly. I’ll see you soon, Lily.”

The next 15 minutes seemed to drag on for an eternity. But, at long last, she heard the

knock at the door. Trying not to seem too excited and eager, she padded slowly

toward the door and opened it. Grant had changed out of his usual hotel uniform, and

was now wearing a nice pair of dark jeans and a lavender, button-down shirt. It

seemed to bring a new level of definition to his graceful figure. She welcomed him

into the room, sat him down at the table, and began to pour a couple glasses of wine.

Grant wasted no time. "So, Lily, what seems to be troubling you?" His voice seemed

more sincere now, as if he was actually concerned about her. She found herself

reassured by the deepness of his voice.

"I actually don't quite know. I've just been all out of sorts since I arrived here. I think

it has something to do with stress from my job."

"I see. Well, it seems to me that stress should be the last thing on your mind in a place

like this."

"I know, and that's the strange thing about it. I don't think it's the stress. Not exactly,

anyway. Well...okay, I'm a corporate executive at a big company downtown. And

without boring you with all the gory details, I am in charge of quite a lot there. I think

the thing that bugs me about this place is that I haven't been in control since I got here.

It's been a strange feeling. It probably makes me sound like a control freak, and

maybe I am. I don't know why it's bothering me, but it is, and I don't know how to fix

it."

"Well, maybe you should just try to relax and let the people here do their jobs. They

are very good at what they do."

"I have tried that, and it worked for a little while. But here I am, caught up in this

stupid feeling, unable to sleep."

A knowing smirk showed on Grant's face, and he looked deep into her eyes. "It seems

to me that even the simple fact that you can't control this feeling is causing you to feel

out of control. But maybe that's not such a bad thing. Maybe that's exactly what you

need...to let go. To be controlled, for once. To just...let things happen."

Somehow, what he was saying was making perfect sense. That's crazy. But it sounds

like it might be just what I need. Maybe I do need to just give in and let things

happen. Just then, an idea came into her mind, and she showed a playful smirk of her

own. When she looked at Grant, she noticed that he was shamelessly admiring her,

exploring her body with his eyes. In any other situation, she might have accosted him

and told him to back off...but now, she just let him look her over. Let his gaze wash

over her. She suddenly felt much more exposed than she had before, realizing now

that all she was wearing were her underwear and a bath robe. But still, she watched

his eyes wander. The way that he looked at her...the way he made her feel by simply

being there next to her...the way her heart fluttered and her breath shortened...she

knew what she wanted to do...what she needed to do.

"Grant, I have a somewhat strange request to make of you."

The look in his eyes told her that he knew exactly where this was going. "Of course,

Lily. Just say the words."

"I think you’re absolutely right. I need to just let go. To be controlled...to let things

happen. Grant...and here it comes…I want you to have your way with me. I see you

looking at me, I see the desire in your eyes. Now is your chance to express those

feelings. Take advantage of me. Show me how much you really want me. But please,

don’t be nice. Don’t be gentle. Now is not the time for making love. I want you to

fuck me. Savage me. Do whatever you want with me. You said I should take a try at

being controlled...I'm just taking your advice. And I think that this is the only way I

can escape this feeling...being completely dominated."

Grant raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Then his face straightened and he said, "I

think I can make that happen for you."

"I don't want you to think, I want you to do." She drained her glass of wine and stood

up. "Now come over here and do as I asked. And be sure to make it hurt."

"As you wish." Grant got up from his chair and moved toward her with the same

purposeful stride she had seen him use earlier. She had been surprised by the urgency

and sincerity in her own voice. It was as if she had undergone an instantaneous

attitude adjustment. Something inside of her…whatever it was that had been

suppressing her devilish desires…had vanished. She bit her lip in anticipation, and

closed her eyes. I hope you know what you're doing, Lily.

He started by tearing off her robe, revealing her bountiful curves. Next, he reached

behind her and undid her bra. Her breasts fell out of it and came to a state of bouncy

rest, her nipples erect in the chilled air of the room. She could already feel her body

beginning to shake. Yes. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto

the bed. He then proceeded to remove his own shirt and pants. His physique was

exactly as she thought it might be. He had broad shoulders, a well-formed chest, and a

thickly muscled back that she just wanted to bite. In a moment, he was on top of her in

the bed, pushing his mouth onto hers. Their lips locked in a deep, violent embrace.

Their tongues wrestled furiously in their mouths. He grabbed the back of her neck,

pulling her in even harder. He bit her lip and pulled at it with his teeth. It hurt a little,

but somehow, it felt just right. By the time they were done kissing, her entire mouth

was tingling from the roughness of his kiss. This is going to be one wild night.

He brought a hand up to her breast and squeezed it firmly, all the while kissing and

biting at her neck. He grabbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gave it a

good pinch, and then tweaked it hard. She let out a pained whimper. Now that one

hurt. It's been so long since I've even been with someone at all, and never like

this. That's what she thought, but all she could manage to say was, "Yes, that's it." He

nibbled his way down her chest and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked

on it hard enough to leave a faint red ring around it when he let it fall from his mouth.

Then he nibbled it firmly with his front teeth. The pain made her shake even more.

She bit her bottom lip and grasped at the sheets on the bed in an effort to control her

body. But her body was no longer her own. I want more...give me more.

Within a few minutes, he was tearing at her underwear. He pulled them down, over

her quivering thighs and slender legs, and tossed them across the room. He rubbed his

first two fingers along her slit, taking a moment to tease the opening. She could tell by

the ease with which his fingers slid that she was dripping wet right now. He applied

rhythmic pressure to her clit with his thumb, and her hips began to move to the same

beat. Yes. He is in complete control. Yes. He eased two fingers into her, and she felt

her pussy grab them tightly. He moved them in and out for a while, and then fucked

her harder and faster with his fingers. The base of his fingers was slamming hard

against her, and his fingers curled inside her to tease her G-spot. Within minutes, she

felt a climax coming on. Her hips seemed to move unavoidably toward him, her back

arching involuntarily. Even her heartbeat wasn't her own. Her whole body moved only

in answer to his. The force of the ensuing orgasm made her scream as she grabbed for

the headboard and held onto it with an iron grip.

Grant took off his underwear and stood up on the bed, towering above Lily. 

"On your knees. Now." His demeanor had changed drastically since their talk at the

table. He was more assertive. More dominant. More desirable, if that was possible. So

she obeyed. I've never felt this way with anyone before. I am completely at his

mercy...but it's so arousing. So...liberating. She gazed hungrily at his penis, watching

it throb for her. Now that's a big one. She took it into her mouth and teased the head a

little with her tongue. She grabbed it by the base with one hand and began fondling

his balls with her other hand. She moved her head back and forth on his manhood,

letting loose drops of saliva and precum fall onto her chest and thighs. Just then, he

grabbed a handful of her hair and moved her head to suit his own tastes. He plunged

his dick vigorously in and out of her mouth, sometimes going a little too deep for Lily

to handle. She would gag, but he would always stop just long enough to let her catch

her breath. He wants to make it hurt, but he doesn't want to actually hurt me. She was

grateful for that. And somehow, just knowing that he could hurt her at any moment if

he wanted to, but chose not to...it made her want him even more.

When he was satisfied, he let go of her hair, grabbed her by the shoulders, and threw

her back onto the bed again. He settled down between her thighs, teased her dripping

wetness for a little while with his dick, and then pushed it inside her. They both let out

very audible moans. Fuck, that's big. There was an urgency in his thrusts that

seemed uncharacteristic of him. He had been very calm and collected only moments

ago. But now, he struck her as a man who always remains in control of his sexual

desires, but just barely. I’m just glad that he is releasing those feelings here, with me.

God, I needed this. She tried to reach up and grab him, and he stopped all together, as

if he was offended. He threw her arms back down onto the bed and put his hands on

her shoulders, letting the entire weight of his upper body rest there. Only then did he

resume fucking her. The pressure of his weight pinning her to the bed made her feel

helpless. Completely out of control of the situation. But she just let it happen. She let

him restrain her and drive her into the mattress. And when he leaned down to bite at

her neck, she let him do that too. This must be what my employees feel like when I give

them orders. She quickly found herself in the throes of a second orgasm, which left her

convulsing on the mattress beneath him. Okay, maybe not quite like this.

He pulled his dick out of her, her pussy engorged and dripping wet, already throbbing

from his assault. He gave his next command.

"Turn around, get on your knees, and bend over." She obeyed, getting on all fours and

presenting her well-rounded ass to him in all its glory. "Now, put your hands on the

head board, and don't let go. No matter what. Understand?"

"Yes." She braced herself for what she knew would be a relentless fucking. He pushed

his dick inside her and held still for a moment, as if trying to regain his cool

demeanor. He failed to do accomplish his goal, however, and was soon pounding her

into submission. The sound of his hips striking her ass echoed around the empty hotel

room. Now this is how a man is supposed to fuck a woman. He grabbed her by the

hips and thrust himself in and out of her furiously. As quickly as he would plunge

fully into her, he would retreat. And as quickly as he retreated, he plunged in again.

His penis was long and hard and it often hit rock bottom. She thought he might

actually be hitting her stomach at times. He was going deeper than any man had

before him. And it hurt. It hurt a lot, actually. But she wanted more. This encounter

wasn’t about physical pleasure, though there was certainly plenty of that. This was

about mental release. She lounged in the feeling of being completely helpless in his

hands. Her moans were agony mixed with ecstasy. The shuddering of her body was

half a reaction to the pain, and half a reaction to the pleasure. Her third orgasm was as

rigorous as it was pleasant. Her body quivered uncontrollably and she held onto the

head board for dear life, almost afraid of what he might do if she did let go. Her

orgasm was beginning to subside when she felt the thrusting stop all together. He let

out a loud scream of his own, and she saw a hefty drop of semen splatter against the

wall beside her head. She felt the other drops, warm and heavy, land on her back and

butt. She collapsed onto the bed, and he followed suit. They were both utterly spent.

Within minutes, she had fallen into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she noticed that the sun had come up. Grant was gone, his dried

semen the only sign that he was ever even there. Still groggy, she got up and stiffly

walked to the bathroom. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized that he

had left other reminders of their encounter after all. Her bottom lip was a little

swollen, probably from his bites. Her neck and breasts was peppered here and there

with bite marks and hickeys. She had minor bruises on her shoulders from when he

had pinned her down. And, most notably, her pussy was raw, red and sore. A small

price to pay. I feel much better now than I did yesterday. Her body ached, but her

mind rejoiced. She ran some hot bath water, stepped into it, and let herself soak for a

while. For the first time in a long while, she felt experienced true relaxation.

She was getting dressed after her bath when the phone to her room began to ring. She

picked it up.

"Hello Lily, it's Grant from Concierge Services. I'm just calling to make sure that your

stay at our resort thus far has been...satisfactory." She could hear the smile in his voice

as he said “satisfactory”.

"Yes, Grant, everything has been wonderful." Wonderfully painful. But still

wonderful. And I'd love to do it again.

"I'm glad to hear it, Lily. And if you ever need anything again…absolutely

anything…well, you know how to reach me."

"Indeed I do. Listen, it's the middle of the day, so I know you must be very busy. But

when you get couple hours of free time, would you mind coming to my room again?

We have more things to discuss."

END

A Penitant Man

“A Penitent Man”

It is about 2am as he steps off the bus and into the frigid Ohio air. The ride from Georgia was long and uncomfortable, and he’d endured it sitting next to a large man who snored and smelled like spicy mustard. His back hurt, and the weight of the nap that he’d just taken threatened to pull him to the ground. Still, he couldn’t help but smile as he collected his bag from the luggage bay. It’s almost been a month. I can’t wait to see her.

Once the bus pulled off, only a minute of two passed before he saw her car round the nearest corner. He was undeniably happy to being seeing her again after so long. But something was different this time. His eyes drifted toward his feet as he remembered the conversation they’d had a couple weeks prior.

It had started off innocently enough. They were talking about his journal, and about the possibility of him sharing it with her. She was excited, but he was wary. There were things he’d done that he had tried to forget. But, as they say, all things done in the dark must eventually come into the light. She was hurt. She felt betrayed. The weight of his mistakes threatened to smash him into the ground. He’d tried to rationalize his behavior in his head, but he knew there was no excuse. He’d almost ruined something special, and all over something so stupid. What have I done?

A beep from her car horn brought him back to reality. He glanced up just as she was exiting the car, and his eyes fixed on her figure. The curves of her body were darkened into a silhouette by her headlights. But even the darkness of that cold autumn night couldn’t dampen the brightness of her smile. She was surely tired from having to stay up so late, but still, she glowed. He pulled her body in to meet his and buried his face in her neck. He breathed her in. Squeezed her tight.

“I love you so much, baby. That bus ride was pretty rough. But it wasn’t so bad when I thought about who I was coming to see.”

She laughed. “You’re too sweet, babe. I love you too. Let’s get back to my place, though, it’s freezing out here!”

The car ride back was thankfully short. In his mind, though, it felt like another long journey. Over and over in his mind, he replayed their dreadful conversations. The worst thing about all of this was that he hurt the person he swore he would never hurt. But they had somehow reconciled. She had somehow been able to see him for the loving, devoted man that he was, and not for the mistake that he’d made.  He felt as though he’d been given a second chance. Another opportunity to prove to her that he really was different. That he really was a departure from her past. That he really did love her and think she was every bit as special as he always said. He was determined to make amends. That, to him, was what the next week would be about.

*****

She opened the door to her room. The rush of delicate scents that met his nose was somewhat overpowering at first, but welcome. This girl sure loves her Victoria’s Secret. He dropped his bags onto the floor and waited for the opportune moment. And, just when she got close enough to her bed, he lunged at her. He wrapped her up in his arms and they went crashing into her mattress, a bundle of laughter and happiness. They settled down and stared deeply into each other’s eyes. They shared what would surely be only the first of many kisses during the coming week. They could feel the heat transferring between them. The familiar magnetism brought on by sexual tension. But they were tired; it had been a very long day. So, they decided to just go to bed.

He quickly stepped out of his jeans and into a pair of shorts. After he settled back onto the bed, he watched her with a wanting eye as she got ready for bed. She pulled off her jeans, exposing her firm and rounded butt. The way it jiggled slightly with her every movement started him salivating. She pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, and her big, bountiful breasts came to a bouncy rest on her chest. Against the chilly air of her bedroom, her nipples twisted into little chocolate morsels. He licked his lips at the sight. She slid some tiny cotton cheerleading shorts over her plump bottom, and a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt over her breasts. She was now ready for bed. The bulge in his shorts was evidence that he was ready for something else, but he did his best to contain himself. It’s crazy, the effect that she has on me sometimes.

They cozied up to each other and tried to go to sleep. But for the next hour, sleeping was the one thing that they struggled to do. She stared at the mirror across the room in blank-faced silence. He tossed and turned as if he had a fever. Indeed, sleep’s masterful escapability in those moments would have embarrassed Harry Houdini in his prime.

In a last ditch effort, he reached his arm around her waist and pulled her close, her back to his front. Their collective warmth of their bodies had a soothing effect, and it seemed as though they might actually get some sleep. But just when he was getting comfortable, he felt her shifting against him. Twirling her waist around in circles. Creating friction between her butt and his crotch. His penis began to swell. She knows I can’t resist her when she does this. Almost in a flash, she turned around to face him, and they were locked in a passionate embrace. His lips wrestled with hers, and her tongue grappled with his. He knew where this feverish foreplay would take them. And he also knew that it was a place that he desperately wanted to go. He wanted little more in that moment than to rip off her clothes and ravage her. But one thought kept racing through his mind the entire time: not like this.

He pushed her onto her back and hushed her with a finger over her lips.

He looked directly into her eyes. “I don’t want this to be like every other time, babe. I want this to be special. Well, as special as I can make it.”

“Look, I know you still feel bad about what happened. And that’s okay. But every time with you is special to me, you know that.”

“I do know that. But I feel like I have to make it up to you somehow. It’s weird, but I consider this to be my second chance at a first time. So sit back and relax, baby. This is going to be how our first time should’ve gone.”

*****

He placed a hand on her cheek and touched his lips softly to hers for a few moments. And, wordlessly, he began to make amends. His lips slipped from hers down to her neck, where he left a winding trail of tender kisses and longing licks. Her breathing quickened under the touch of his lips. He nibbled a line across her collarbone, causing her to bite her lip in anticipation. But she could do nothing but lay there beneath him, squirming helplessly.

She sat up for a moment to pull her shirt over her head, exposing her big, bouncy breasts once again. After she laid back down, he moved down her body and began to kiss the space between her breasts. He didn’t consider himself a breast man, but he couldn’t help but grin to himself whenever his face was buried in her heaving chest. He took turns pleasuring each of her hard, chocolaty nipples. Sucking them, licking them, biting them. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in tighter, and as he resumed kissing and licking her cleavage, she threw her back and showed a grin of her own.

He continued his long and painstakingly slow journey, leaving a wet line of kisses down the center of her body. She opened her eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of his descent. She breathed in deep and moaned. She knew which part came next. It was one of her favorite parts.

He tugged at her shorts, and she raised her butt up off the bed so that he could slide them off. He traced an inward spiral from the boundaries of her underwear to the center, where he breathed hot air onto her pussy through her panties. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest at this point. Before long, he tugged at her panties, and again, she raised her butt up off the bed. She was fully naked and anxiously awaiting the treat that was coming.

He kissed and licked the area around her pussy lightly at first, gradually getting more intense. He took in her sweet smell and loved the feeling of her soft skin against his lips. There were few places on Earth that he’d rather be than nestled up next to her pussy, driving her wild.

Once he was done teasing her, he licked her whole pussy up and down, slowly and with a flat tongue. Getting her nice and wet, savoring her delicious juices. Her hands moved instinctively toward her breasts, pinching her nipples. She bit her lip and breathed in deeply. Her hips swayed in rhythmic circles against his face. She was going crazy already, and he had only just begun.

He stuck his tongue into her pussy and fucked it for a while. He loved the way the muscles flexed and grabbed at his tongue as it swam around inside her. He shifted his focus to her clit, alternating between flicking it lightly, kissing it, and sucking on it. Now, her body’s reaction became more frantic. She clutched the sheets at her sides and threw her head back in ecstasy. She moaned loudly as every muscle in her body began to contract at once. The spasms of her stomach and chest crushed the air right out of her. She could barely breathe, but she loved every second of it. The orgasms that he gave to her were always mind-bending.

As she lay on the bed, struggling to catch her breath, she watched him get undressed. And settle down between her legs. He kisses her again, soft and tender, and she closes her eyes.

“I love you so much babe,” he manages. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know. I love you too.” The beginnings of tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

She continued kissing him, eyes closed and heart aflutter. Then, she felt his dick push past the lips of her pussy and slowly ease into her. She stopped kissing and inhaled deeply. Once he was fully inside her, they resumed kissing, this time more passionately. Their tongues lashed out at each other and their lips stayed in constant contact. Every couple of seconds, a whispered I love you would escape from one of their lips.

He had hurt her badly. But in that moment, she almost didn’t care. She felt the stress of the past weeks melting off of her body. The pain and heartache that she once felt was now escaping through her skin. All she felt now was pure, overpowering love. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. She didn’t want to ever let go.

“I forgive you baby. I don’t care about any of that stuff anymore. I only want you,” she muttered through her tears.

He smiled at her words, and a solitary tear fell from his eye and onto her forehead. He couldn’t remember ever being as happy as he was in that moment. He moved his dick in and out of her slowly, gently. In some moments, he kissed her luscious lips as if his life depended upon it. In other moments, he touched her neck with firm but gentle kisses. This time wasn’t going to be about wild rides and vicious pounding. It would be about love. About connection. About regaining what was lost. He wanted it to last forever.

Before long, her back arched once again and she shook beneath him, clearly in the throes of another toe-curling, earth-shattering orgasm. She lost control of her body, and the only sound she would manage was a long, reverberating moan. He picked up his pace and felt familiar tingles shooting up his spine. He wrapped his arms around her and moaned loudly as he let himself go inside her, his hot load filling her pussy and overflowing onto the sheets. His dick pulsed inside of her, and her pussy clenched around it. They were locked in a loving, orgasmic embrace, losing themselves in one another. The bridge between them had been rebuilt.

*****

He pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. She took a moment to clean up her pussy with her shirt, and then cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his chest.

“I love you baby,” she whispered. “So, so much. I’m happy we’re together.”

“I love you too, babe.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her tight. Their bodies finally gave in, and they were finally able to conquer sleep’s elusiveness and rest.