Beep, beep, beep... I fling a hand out from beneath the blankets and
fumble to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock that has so rudely
awoken me from a very sexy dream in which I was tied down to a bench and
Master Steve's cock was buried deep inside me.
Ahhhh, blessed silence. Ten more minutes to sleep and maybe I can finish
the dream. Yawning, I roll over and stretch. As I fling out my arms, my
left hand encounters something soft on the pillow next to me. I open my
bleary eyes, grope for it with my fingers and pick it up. The strong
scent of a freshly cut rose fills my nostrils, making me sneeze. I sit
straight up in bed dumfounded. I look at the blood-red, long-stemmed red
rose I am holding. Its petals are still tightly closed and dewy. Where
did it come from? The previous evening was spent alone in my house
grading papers and doing laundry. My housemate is out of town visiting
his family. Master Steve has been occupied with his job for the past
couple of weeks and I haven't seen him. And he doesn't have a set of
keys to the house.
The fine hairs on the back of my neck stir as I listen intently, trying
to determine if there is anyone in the house with me. The door to the
bathroom off my bedroom is wide open and I can see clearly inside. It is
empty. The only noises I hear are the normal household noises, the hum
of the air-conditioning, the dripping of coffee into the pot.
As quietly as I can, I slide out of bed and reach underneath for the
baseball bat my brothers insist I keep there. With bat in hand, I tiptoe
out of the bedroom onto the upstairs landing. My housemate's bedroom
door is open and his room empty, as is his bathroom. Downstairs is the
same. There is no one else in the house with me. I check the locks on
the front and back doors as well as the sliders leading to the deck. All
are secure. I also check the locks on all the windows. They are all
secure as well and there are no signs of tampering.
I feel relieved that there are no signs that someone has broken in. My
housemate must have come home early and left me the rose. I don't know
why. He knows I belong to Master Steve.
Giving up on the idea of any extra sleep -- I'm too wide awake, I go
back up to my bedroom and make my bed. I place the rose in a bud vase
with some water and leave it on my dressing table. After showering and
dressing, I am ready to face the day.
I grab my briefcase and my car keys and leave the house by way of the
door to the garage. I unlock my car and toss the briefcase across the
driver seat into the passenger seat. I slide in, and there on the
dashboard is another blood-red, long-stemmed red rose. Goosebumps erupt
on my arms as I stare at it. There is a small card underneath.
With relief, I recognize Steve's handwriting on the card. The note says
he misses me and will see me soon. I feel warm and happy as I read his
words. I miss him too. More than I thought possible. I've missed being
in his arms, his quiet confidence and his forceful presence. He has
always me feel so safe and protected when I'm with him. He pushes my
limits, because he knows I need it and that I love serving him. But he
is respectful of my boundaries. There are those who would not understand
the nature of our relationship, but it is right for us and all I know
was that when I am with him, it feels right -- like I have always been
meant for him.
The rest of my day flies rather quickly. Roses keep turning up in the
oddest places. By the end of the day, there are ten of them in all. One
rose is handed to me along with my coffee when I drive through the
Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru on my way to the school where I teach. Another
rose is on my desk. Still other roses are delivered by students who
refuse to say anything about where they come from. I am mystified and I
can't wait to ask Steve how he's done it.
Rose number ten is in my car when I leave school that afternoon. Along
with this rose is another note from Steve: "Be ready to go at 6:00
tonight. My foreman, Todd, will pick you up and bring you to me. We will
be outside, so dress comfortably and be sure to wear sneakers or sturdy
shoes, not sandals. Remember, you are not to wear panties or a bra. You
are to do exactly as Todd requests - just as you would with me. I can't
wait to see you, Baby."
My body hums with anticipation as I hurry home and shower. I take care
to make my body as smooth and soft as possible. It is a warm,
late-summer evening, so I pull on a pair of shorts and a soft,
cotton-knit tank top that shows off my lightly tanned skin. I search for
and find my walking shoes and pull them on without socks. I'm lucky
enough to have thick, wavy hair and I wear it in a wash-n-go style that
requires little maintenance, so I slick in a little styling gel and let
it dry naturally. I add a dash of mascara to highlight my blue eyes,
sweep on a quick brush of blush and slick on some sheer lip gloss. Just
as I am finishing up, my doorbell rings.
I grab my purse on the way to the door and am ready to go when I open
it. I stifle a gasp as I stand face to ribs with the tallest man I have
ever seen. I look up, and then up again. The man standing there towers
over me and at 5'8", I am not short. He is broad and muscular. His chest
muscles and biceps strain the seams of the black Ramsey Construction
T-shirt he wears. His lean hips and endlessly long legs are encased in a
dusty pair of jeans that have seen better days. On his feet are the
regulation steel-toed boots.
The late afternoon sun dances on his smooth, shaved head and his smile
gleams like a white beacon against the dark mahogany color of his skin.
His deep, chocolate brown eyes are surrounded by lashes so long no man
should be allowed to have them. His voice when he speaks is deep and
thick like slow moving molasses.
"Hey, Ms. Lea," he drawls. "Steve sends his apologies that he can't pick
you up himself." He hands me another rose in a hand that is calloused
and strong and so large that the rose seems that much more delicate.
As I reach for the rose, the cell phone attached to his belt rings. He
checks the number and flips it open. Giving me an apologetic look, he
turns slightly away and goes to stand near the porch railing. Taking the
opportunity, I slip back inside and add the latest rose to the
collection.
When I get back outside, Todd hands me the open phone. "It's Steve," he explains.
"Hello, Sir," I say into the phone. "Thank you for the beautiful roses.
How on earth did you manage to have the delivered so mysteriously?"
"Hey Baby, it's good to hear your voice. Sorry I can't pick you up in
person, but Todd will take good care of you." He doesn't say anything
about the roses.
"You didn't have to send someone to get me," I reply. "I could have driven out to the site by myself."
"Nah, the road out to where I am is pretty rough. You'd need a
four-wheel-drive vehicle to get here. I don't think your car would make
it. Besides, I'll be bringing you home later."
At his words and intimate tone, a little thrill shoots through me
straight to my pussy. He then asks me if I have followed his
instructions.
"Yes, Sir, I have."
"What aren't you supposed to be wearing?" he asks.
I glance over at Todd to see if he is listening. I can't tell, so I reply as softly as I can, "a bra and panties."
"What was that?" Steve asks. "I didn't hear you. Say it louder."
I glance at Todd again and repeat myself a little louder.
"What about them? I want you to tell me and make sure Todd can hear
you." Steve's tone is quiet and firm and I know that to hesitate or
disobey will disappoint him and possibly earn me a punishment.
With pink cheeks, I say in a loud, clear voice. "I'm not wearing a bra
or panties." I risk a look at Todd to see if he has heard. He has a
slight smile on his face that tells me he has heard and knows exactly
what is going on.
"Did Todd hear you?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good girl. Now make sure you obey Todd the same way you would me, and
I'll see you in a little while." Steve disconnects. I fold the phone
closed and hand it to Todd who reattaches it to his belt as he walks me
to the truck.
Todd opens the passenger door for me and with his hands around my hips,
helps me into the high cab. He reaches behind me for the seatbelt and
pulls it down and across me, fastening it securely. As he adjusts it,
his hand brushes my breast, making my nipple tighten. I bite my lip as I
try to discern if he is doing it on purpose or if it was accidental.
When his hand lingers in the space between my breasts, fingers again
brushing my hardened nipple, I know he is doing it on purpose and that
he's very aware of what he's doing to me.
I stiffen a little and he says "Relax Ms. Lea, I don't bite unless I'm asked."
With that, he winks at me, and closes the door. He jogs around the truck
and slides into the driver's seat. The drive out to the construction
site is uneventful and as Todd and I begin chatting, I begin to relax.
Todd is intelligent, thoughtful and has a very dry sense of humor.
When we get to the site, Todd turns off onto a rutted dirt track. "Hold
on tight," he warns. "It's going to be a little rough for a bit." As we
bounce over ruts and potholes, Todd keeps glancing over at me. He seems
fascinated with the way my breasts sway and bounce along with the truck.
My nipples are aroused and dancing against the thin fabric of my top.
Finally after what seems like an hour, but is probably only ten minutes
or so, we drive into a wide dirt clearing where several construction
trailers are parked. Todd pulls up in front of the largest one. He
reaches over and unfastens my seatbelt and reaches across me to open my
door. His intense heat envelops me as he hovers over me and I smell his
unique musky scent.
He pulls back and hops out of the truck. Coming around, he pulls the
door wide for me and hands me down. I turn to see Steve standing off to
the side with a big smile on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.
I pause for a minute taking him in. He is tall and lanky with sandy
brown hair cut in a spiky crew cut. I love to run my fingers through its
softness. His eyes are his best feature next to his smile. A unique
mixture of blue, hazel and green, they are expressive even as they seem
to change color with his surroundings. They shine with amusement and
warmth as he locks his gaze to mine. Everything fades into the
background as I am caught in that intense gaze and I launch myself into
his arms.
"Hey," he laughs as he pulls me close, his hands resting on my waist. He
gives me a much too short kiss and slides his hand under my tank top to
rest on the bare skin of my back as he turns to Todd.
"Was she a good girl?" he asks as his hand slides down to rest possessively on my bum.
"She sure was," Todd answers with a grin. "She was ready on time and didn't make me wait at all."
Steve looks at me proudly. "I told you she would be," he says. After
giving Todd some instructions, he grabs my hand and pulls me into the
trailer.
He closes the door behind us, and pins me against it. Then he is kissing
me, devouring my mouth like a starving man. I wind my arms around his
neck and kiss him back with all the wanting and need that has been
bottled up for the past two weeks.
His hands slide under my top, stroking my belly and making goosebumps
rise before moving up and cupping my breasts. I shiver as he squeezes
them together, tweaking my nipples, sending sparks straight to my aching
pussy. I arch into his hands, reveling in the feeling of his rough
hands on my soft skin. He captures my nipples between his fingers and
pinches just to the point of pain before easing up. I moan into his
mouth, and he sooths the ache with gentler pinches, flicking them with
his thumbs while he trails a fiery line of kisses across my collar bone
and lingers in the sensitive hollow beneath my ear. He lingers there,
knowing it is guaranteed to drive me wild. My knees buckle.
Reaching down, he lifts me, pinning me more tightly against the door and
wrapping my legs around his hips. He grinds himself against me, his
cock straining against his button fly. I writhe, frustrated by the
layers of shorts and jeans, as I feel the heated length of him grinding
against my hungry pussy. My clit is throbbing and I shudder with the
need to have him buried deep inside me.
With a groan, he pulls back a little and lowers me so that I am once
again standing. He rests his forehead against mine and his breath is as
ragged as mine is. "Later," he groans. "We'll take this up later. Right
now I want to show you around the site."
Before we leave the trailer, Steve pulls out a box from under the
drafting table and hands it to me. I lift the flaps and reach in through
the packing peanuts. I feel something hard and rounded. I carefully
pull it out of the box and start chuckling. It is a bright yellow hard
hat with the words "Property of Steve" stenciled on it.
He gently places the hat on my head. It fits perfectly. "I had it made for you. To protect you whenever you visit me on a site."
I laugh. "Thank you, Sir." I lean into him and kiss him, rubbing myself
against him and hoping he will change his mind about waiting for
"later." He catches on to me though and with a sharp spank on my ass,
shoves me out the door.
The tour consists of a brief hike through the cleared areas of the site.
Along the way we meet several of the men on his crew. They gave Steve
knowing looks when they see my hat, but they are polite and flirty. We
run into Todd along the way and he says he will be over to say goodnight
before he leaves for the day. I assume we will be returning to the
trailer, but Steve has another surprise for me.
He leads me through a tangle of brush and trees on a barely there path. I
follow, stumbling now and then over roots. Steve holds my hand so I
don't fall. After a few minutes, we emerge from the tangle to a sight
that takes my breath away. Spread out before us is a very secluded cove
with calm, clear, brilliant water. The white sand is smooth down to the
water's edge where little wavelets lap at the shore. The sun is just
starting to disappear below the horizon. The sky is lit with the
purples, pinks and gold of the setting sun.
"It's beautiful," I gasp. "This is incredible."
"Yeah," he agrees. "The resort will have its own private beach. He leads
me towards a blanket that has been set up next to what looks like the
makings for a fire. There is a picnic basket parked at one corner of the
blanket and a cooler on another. On top of the picnic basket is another
red rose. He takes out a pocket knife, picks up the rose and cuts the
stem down and removes the thorns. He then tucks it behind my ear.
"There," he murmurs, his breath warm in my ear, "Twelve red roses for
the best girl in the world. You've passed your training with flying
colors and made me very proud of you. This night is for you."
I feel the beginnings of tears sting my eyes as he draws me down onto
the blanket. Once we are seated, with me between his outspread legs and
leaning back against his solid chest, he draws out a square jeweler's
box.
"We've talked about your wearing my collar," he says. "And I've
respected your wishes. I know you don't like anything restrictive around
your neck or over your face. But I've gotten you this and I want you to
wear it for me."
With trembling fingers, I take the jewelers box from him. When we met
each other, we had gone over the boundaries of my becoming a sub. I
didn't have many hard and fast rules, but one of them was no
restrictions around my neck or over my face. I am claustrophobic and the
thought of gags or hoods or even a tight fitting collar is more than I
am willing to endure. Steve has agreed to respect that boundary and he
has been very careful during our scenes not to push it.
I pry open the lid. Nestled inside on a bed of black silk is a simple
20-inch gold chain with a small round disc dangling from it. Engraved on
the front of the disc are the words "I belong to Steve Ramsey." On the
back of the disc is today's date. I swallow past the lump in my throat
and nod. "I... I'll be honored to wear it for you," I murmur. He takes
the necklace out of the box and places it around my neck, fastening it. I
look down to see the disc disappearing beneath the neckline of my top
and feel it nestle between my breasts.
Steve kisses the back of my neck where the chain is warm against my skin. "Thank you," he says simply.
We sit like that for a long while, watching the sun set, mesmerized by
the changing colors of the water and sky. The moon rises. It is full and
bright enough to see by. Steve pulls a bottle of white wine from the
cooler. He then pulls two wine glasses from the picnic hamper and pours
the wine. I sip mine, savoring the cool, dry, fruity taste of it sliding
down my throat. It warms me and I drink a little faster than I should
on an empty stomach. By the time I've finished the glass, I feel very
relaxed. Steve pulls out some cheese and some grapes from the basket and
feeds me as I relax into him.
Now that the sun has gone down, it is cooler here on the beach and Steve
gets up to light the fire. Sated, we snuggle together near its warmth.
Steve sits and again draws me between his legs and settles me back
against him. His hands, warm, strong and calloused slid under the bottom
of my tank top and stroke my bare skin. Slowly, he slides the top up
and over my head, baring me to the cool night air. My nipples pebble
with the chill, but are soon covered by his fingers as he plucks at and
teases them. He nibbles on the back of my neck and soon has me writhing
against him. He spends long moments playing with my breasts, squeezing
and stroking, teasing the nipples until they are harder and longer than
I've ever seen them and my breasts are swollen with the need to feel his
mouth on them.
"Hey, Steve," A voice comes out of the darkness, lifting me from my
relaxed daze. I stiffen in Steve's arms as I recognized Todd's voice and
hear him approaching.
I try to grab my tank top to pull it on, but Steve's grip on my breasts tightens. "No," he murmurs into my ear.
He greets Todd and to my shock tells him there is beer and wine in the
cooler and for Todd to help himself and join us. Embarrassed, I hope
Todd refuses, but he comes into the firelight, grabs a beer from the
cooler and joins us on the blanket, seemingly totally at ease. I sit in
Steve's arms stiffly wondering what is going on.
Steve and Todd begin talking about work. Steve's hands leave my breasts
bare to Todd's heated gaze and he lightly trails his fingers up my arms
and begins massaging my shoulders, making me relax against him once
again. I am still not completely at ease with Todd's presence, but the
combined effects of the alcohol and Steve's hands are working their
magic and gradually my inhibitions slip away. Steve keeps his hands on
me the whole time he and Todd are talking. Stroking my belly, my
breasts, teasing my nipples, running them along the inside of my legs.
Occasionally he places kisses in the sensitive hollows along my neck,
his tongue teasing my skin. His teeth nipping and biting. His hands are
incredibly arousing and I begin to drift along in a sensual haze of
sexual longing. Every nerve ending is alive and aching for his touch. I
can feel wetness gathering between my legs and I wiggle a little trying
to adjust the crotch of my shorts so that it will rub where I need it
most.
He feels me squirming, and stops his maddening stroking of my body. I
whimper a little as the cool air touches the skin where his warm hands
have been. "Stand up," he orders in a quiet, no-nonsense voice.
I scramble to my feet without question, obeying him as I've been
trained. Even though I feel a little trepidation about Todd being there,
I can't deny that part of my arousal is because he is there and I know
he has been watching as Steve touches me.
"Take your shorts off and bend over and put your hands on the top of the cooler," Steve orders.
With trembling fingers, I work my shorts down over my hips and off my
legs. Steve takes them and puts them aside as I turn and lean over the
cooler.
"Spread your legs. That's it. Good girl." Steve gets up and stands
beside me. He places his hands one on each buttock and pries them apart,
exposing my pussy and asshole for Todd to see. I feel my face turning
red from embarrassment and humiliation as I hear Todd get up and come
close to examine me.
"What do you think?" Steve asks him.
"Mmmm, that's some nice white pussy you own," Todd answers.
I moan as I feel Steve's finger teasing the opening of my asshole. He
trails his finger down to my pussy and thrusts it into me roughly;
making me gasp and buck back against his hand.
"She's very responsive," Steve says casually. "She's also soaking wet. I
think she's enjoying this." He lets go of me and swats me lightly on
the ass. "Stand up straight and turn around, slut," he orders. "You like
showing yourself off to Todd, don't you? You like him admiring those
beautiful tits and that sweet, wet pussy."
I stand and nod, turning to face the two men, not looking at them, my
face pink. I do like it although I would never have thought that I
would.
"Baby, why don't you show Todd how thankful you are that he brought you here to me tonight?"
I look at Steve, unsure of what he means.
In answer, he places his hand on my shoulder and presses down motioning
for me to kneel in front of Todd. "Come on," he says. "Take out his cock
and show him how glad you are to be here."
I look up at Todd. His dark skin gleams in the light of the fire. Our eyes meet and he winks. "Remember, Ms. Lea, I don't bite."
I summon a shaky smile and turn my attention to the thick ridge outlined
by his denims. I reach up and slowly unzip him. His erection is
straining against the zipper, making it difficult to open. I slide his
pants down and he steps out of them. He wears no underwear and his erect
cock bobs just above me. Stunned, I stare at it for a moment. It is
long and nearly as thick as my wrist. I have never seen a cock that big
and even as I wonder how it will fit, my mouth waters with the need to
taste it.
At first, I don't even try to get it all in my mouth. I swirl my tongue
around the head and lick at the sensitive underside. I trail my tongue
down its length and nuzzle his enormous balls. They are heavy and warm
as I cup them in my hands. I can hear Todd's little moans encouraging
me.
It is not enough for Steve though, for he orders, "Take him in your mouth. Show him how much you love sucking cock."
Stretching my mouth as wide as I can, I take him in. I am only able to
fit the head and a little bit of his shaft in and I still have room to
wrap both fists around him. I swipe at the head with my tongue while I
suck him as deep as I can. He tangles his hand in my hair and gently
begins guiding me back and forth. He tastes salty and slightly tangy. He
smells heavenly. Clean and musky -- he must have showered before
joining us. That's when I realize that Steve has planned for this.
It isn't long before Todd begins to jerk uncontrollably in my hands and I
hear him let out a mighty groan as he cums, shooting his wad down my
throat. Dimly I hear Steve telling me I am not to lose one drop of
Todd's cum. I struggle to take it all without gagging. With a final
gasp, Todd leaves my mouth and sinks down onto the blanket, with his
hands still tangled in my hair. He pulls my head down and once again I
lick his cock, cleaning him.
I feel hands on my shoulders and look up to see Steve standing above me.
He turns me towards him and I see that he's undressed while I was
servicing Todd. He is fully erect and he stares at me with such hunger
in his eyes. He pulls my head forward and with one thrust buries himself
in my mouth. My jaw feels stretched and achy by then, but I love the
taste and feel of Steve's cock in my mouth, so I tongue and stroke him
just as I know he likes. He sets up a steady rhythm stroking in and out
all the while holding my head in place.
Todd sits up behind me and his big hands come around and cup my tits. He
pulls and plucks at my nipples making me squirm as moisture trickles
out of my pussy. My clit is throbbing with the need to be touched, but I
know the consequences of doing so myself. Todd slips one massive paw
down and cups my mound and squeezes. I shudder and almost cum right then
and there. But I am not allowed to cum without Steve's permission and
he hasn't given it.
I turn all my concentration on Steve's cock reveling in the feel of his
cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. I love the salty taste of his
precum. I love the sounds he makes and the way his fingers tighten
around my head as he nears the point of cumming.
Todd slips one long finger into my pussy and I moan at the intrusion. I
struggle to stay still while he fingers me, knowing that if I move I
will not be able to keep from cumming.
Steve's hand tightens in my hair and his hips start jerking
involuntarily. The sounds he makes as he cums are one more thing that
nearly sends me over the edge. I am close to begging to be fucked. My
pussy and clit ache with the need and I want it so much. When Steve
finishes cumming, I clean him with my tongue as I had cleaned Todd.
Todd then pulls me back so that I am lying flat on the blanket. He
places his hands under my buttocks and lifts me, draping my legs over
his shoulders. He stares at my pussy for a bit before teasing it with
the tip of his tongue. I squirm and plead for him to touch me more.
Steve pulls my arms over my head, and holding both of my hands in one of
his, he pins me there and leans over me. He fastens his mouth on one
taut nipple and begins to nibble and suck at it. Todd is now running his
tongue up and down the length of my pussy. Going from clit to my
asshole and rimming it before heading back. He delves his tongue deep
into me on the return journey, scooping out my juices. When he reaches
my clit, he flattens his tongue and laps at it. My hips are arched high
into the air and I'm pushing myself into his mouth. My whole pussy feels
like it's on fire and despite the cool night air, my body is covered
with a fine sheen of sweat.
I am struggling with the need to cum, wanting to last as long as
possible. Finally I can take it no longer and I begin to beg Steve to
let me cum. He pauses his sucking and nipping of my nipples to watch me
beg and moan. He shakes his head and says, "I don't think you're quite
desperate enough yet, slut. Beg some more."
He watches me beg and moan and plead with him to allow me to cum. I'm
shaking; I need to cum so badly. Finally he relents and says, "Cum for
us slut. Cum hard."
I scream and buck as I feel the first wave of my climax flood through
me. It seems to go on forever and I am panting by the time it passes.
Little aftershocks continue to ripple through me as Todd relentlessly
continues his assault on my pussy. Steve lets go of my hands and guides
one to his cock which is again hard. I stroke it, making it grow. He
kneels over my head and once again inserts his cock between my lips. The
feeling of Steve's cock on my tongue combined with the feeling of
Todd's tongue once again lapping at my clit is enough to make me cum
again, my screams muffled.
Steve withdraws from my mouth and Todd sits up. They switch positions
and Steve has me get up on all fours. Kneeling behind me, he buries his
cock deep into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the feeling
of him entering me. He places his hands on my hips and begins thrusting
roughly into me all the while telling me how sweet my pussy is and how
much he enjoys fucking it. He jerks me back against him, his balls
slapping against my clit.
Todd's cock enters my mouth again as he reaches beneath me and grabs my
swaying tits. He pinches and rubs my nipples as he and Steve take me
from both ends. I cum again, with my pussy squeezing down on Steve's
cock. He groans as he feels me spasm around him and with a final deep
thrust, cums deep inside me. He collapses over me, resting his forehead
against my back for a moment before withdrawing from me and turning me
over to lie on my back once again. I look into his eyes and see his
desire for me shining through. He lies down next to me and leans over to
kiss me deeply.
Todd once again kneels between my legs and pulls me up. This time he
begins to tease my pussy with the tip of his cock. I stiffen a little at
the thought of taking that monster into my pussy. Steve feels my
hesitation and murmurs into my ear to relax. He knows I can take this
massive cock and he wants me to experience the intensity and pleasure of
it.
Todd trails the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself
with a mixture of my juices and Steve's cum before inserting the head
into my pussy. Slowly, he presses himself forward. I moan at the
stretching sensation as my pussy struggles to accommodate him. Steve
holds me in his arms as he watches Todd's long black cock slowly
disappear into me. Todd pauses to let me get used to the incredible
fullness. Then slowly, he begins to thrust in and out. As I begin to get
used to him, he thrusts faster and deeper. I am flying in a sensual
haze, cumming almost continuously. Todd begins grunting as he approaches
his climax. He buries himself one last time before he erupts.
He collapses half on top of me while he struggles to catch his breath. I
am panting and holding on to Steve for dear life. Steve holds me and
strokes my hair, telling me how proud of me his and how slutty I looked
as I took that big cock. He kisses me lightly as I slowly come down.
Finally, Todd hoists himself off me and disappears into the darkness. I
hear him running through the water, then a splash as he dives under. I
think idly for a moment that a swim or a bath would probably feel really
good about then, but I can't seem to muster up enough energy to move.
"Baby, you are astounding," Steve says, his lips pressed against my neck. "You have pleased me well tonight. Thank you."
I smile sleepily and snuggled closer and fall asleep. At some point I
awaken enough for Steve to dress me and carry me to the truck. When we
reached my house, Steve lets us in with my key. He takes my hand and
pulls me up the stairs. In my bathroom, he undresses us both and turns
on a hot shower. Then he places me in the shower and proceeds to scrub
my body from head to toe. I want to help and return the favor, but I
just can't make myself move. I am sore and tired and want to sleep. When
we are both clean, he dries us off and carries me over to the bed where
he lays me down and crawls in beside me. He pulls the covers over us
and turns out the light. In a little bit, I hear him breathing steadily
and deeply and know he is asleep. Only then do I remember that I have
forgotten to ask him about the roses. Oh well, I think groggily. There's
always tomorrow.