Livin the Life I Can't Lead Some of what you see is fiction. Some is not. Pay attention long enough and you might be able to tell the difference. Please don't judge. Enjoy if you like, leave if you don't.

11:15….Perfect timing. My lunch encounters with Camby typically start sometime around now, but today I’ve instructed my fuck slave to arrive at 11:30, dressed in her slutty whore outfit. I pull into our standard hotel and make the required transaction at the front desk. The clerk MUST know me by now, and that I’ll only need the room for an hour or so, but he never makes an indication as such. Regardless, the establishment serves it’s purpose.

Camby has always been submissive. From our first encounter, her eyes begged to be controlled. And I’ve been happy to accommodate her. Pinning a woman and fucking her is right in line with my style, and in the months we’ve been meeting, I’ve explored the control she likes me to take - pulling her hair, making her tell me who fucks her like no one else, putting my cock close enough to her face to feel the heat but not letting her touch it until she begs, throwing her around like my little rag doll….but she’s hinted at more.

A few days ago she sent me a link to a blog entry on a site she likes to read. It was an extremely hot story of bondage and S&M. I read it with much interest, and later asked her if perhaps this was a hint…a request of sorts. She’s not the type to ask me to do something, but I always ask if I’m going too far. Her answer is always “No, I’d tell you to stop if you did.” So I’ve decided to take the game to a new level. I made my plan, did a little shopping at the local sex shop, and instructed her where to meet.

I carry my bag of tricks into the room and wait. When she arrives, she is dressed as instructed - short, flowing skirt, knee high black boots, thin top, no bra. I lead her into the room, close the door, and tell her to stand facing away from me. A good little slave, she does so without a word. I open my bag and pull out the blindfold. This is a critical element in my dominance - she does not know what to expect until it’s happening to her. I come close behind her, apply the blindfold, and press my body against hers. I smell her hair and her skin. The thin fabric of her skirt does little to stop my already hard cock from nestling between the cheeks of her ass. My hands explore the front of her unconfined body, lifting her skirt to expose her shaved, bare pussy. I brush the lips and clit gently, bringing a quick exhale from her mouth.

Now it’s time to get to business. I strip her naked except for her boots, lead her to the bed and tell her to lay down. From my bag I pull out the restraints and rope that will make her fully at my mercy. The sound of the Velcro makes her visibly breath harder. Her heart is racing in anticipation. I apply the wrist and ankle restraints and tie them with the rope so she’s in a full spread eagle…naked and helpless…her pussy aching to by taken….her mouth watering in anticipation. I move down and blow hot breath over the skin of her stomach, the red folds of her snatch, the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Her back arches slightly, her body wanting more. I use my tongue to gently circle her tasty little clit, and I can hear her breathing hard. But there are more tricks in my bag.

I pull out something I know will send splinters of pleasure across her skin - a small chrome chain with a nipple clamp on each end. I strip off my clothes and straddle her naked body to apply the clamps. Each one I open, insert her nipple, then release slowly, watching her face for an indication of pain. She gasps and I know I’ve reached that point, so I stop and wait a few seconds to let her get used to it. Then I release a touch more, bringing another gasp. I adjust the screws to hold both in this position, and grab the next toy from my bag - a small stick with feathers on one end and a mop of rubber lashes on the other.

I can feel the heat from her body and see her breast rising and falling with her heavy breathing, as I hover over her. I start to trail the feather over her stomach, her chest, down between her legs…then quickly turn it around and slap her pussy with the rubber lashes. She yelps, and I hiss at her to stay quiet or I’ll stop. She bites her lip and I continue to tease her, alternating between the sweet tickle sensation and the stinging pain of the lash.

Her pussy is glistening now, and I bend down to again taste that sweetness, swirling my tongue around her clit, pinching it between my teath. Her legs strain against the restraints as she reacts to the pain, but it only brings another lash. Now it’s time for her to service her master. She is at my mercy and must please me with only her pussy, mouth, and ass, as I choose. Her spread eagle position places her head on the edge of the side of the bed, and I walk around until my throbbing cock is inches from her face. I can feel her hot breath on the sensitive skin, and she reaches her tongue out to taste me. But she must wait - I slap her face gently with my cock. “Beg me” I tell her. Between breaths, she utters a weak “Please?” I cock-slap her again and tell her “Address me as your master!” “Please, master, may I have your cock?” That’s my good little slave…she is rewarded as I grab her hair, turn her head, and slowly push my raging hard-on between her lips.

She moans in pleasure, the relief of finally tasting me sends her into another level. Her breath is coming hard, her restrained hands making fists, her back arching to give her mouth a better angle for sweeter sucking. She’s hungry, and I’m feeding her appetite. I reach my hand down to her pussy and grind my fingers into her clit, slide them inside her box - first one, then two, then grinding her clit again. Her sucking has become frenzied, like a nymphomaniac starved and finally given a treat. But I must remind her who is in control. So I grab the lash and swat her pussy hard, pulling my cock out of her mouth at the same time.

Her blindfolded face is a mix of sexual hunger and confusion, need and desire. Silence hangs in the room, broken only by her breathing. I walk around the bed and move over her, my cock inches from her. My body is not touching her, but she can feel the power hovering just over her, poised to be unleashed. I touch the head of my cock against the red lips and push inside, deep and firm, grinding my pelvis against her clit. My full weight is balanced on her sex, and a groan mixed with a scream comes from deep in her. Now my pent-up sexual anxiety takes hold, and I begin fucking her, hard, powerfully, slamming myself into her with fury and aggression. She’s grunting and screaming, groaning and gasping, and I lock my mouth on hers, probing with my tongue, muffling her sounds. And then I stop. I keep my mouth on hers, the air from her nose flowing across my cheek with each of her breaths, her tongue jousting with mine.

I withdraw my cock from her and stand up, admiring her bright red pussy lips, engorged and throbbing, wet and slick. But now I want her on her stomach…I shall not take her ass today, but I have something else in mind - one final trick from my bag. I remove her restraints and tell her to behave. I turn her over so her round, tight ass is on display for my pleasure. I took the cherry from that ass a few months ago, but today I will not fuck it. The nipple clamps are still securely in position, pressed into the bed under her. She’s laying on her stomach with her legs spread, and I climb up so my thighs are on either side of her ass, my cock pointing at her pussy. I slide my cock up inside her hot body until it’s buried to the base. I’m sitting up so I can observe the skin to skin contact of my cock with her pussy. I watch myself sliding in and out a few times, shove deep and quick to illicit a gasp, then reach into my bag of tricks one last time. Out comes a purple butt plug. I’ve brought another man in to play with Camby and me, and even took her to an orgy. But she’s never done a double penetration. Knowing this, I chose the smaller plug for her initiation…she’s my slave, but I respect her.

I stop fucking her and she senses something new. Still blindfolded, she lays waiting and gasping. She has a very pretty pucker on her ass, and I touch the tip of the plug against the sensitive skin. I drop a bit of spit down on her asshole and rub it around with the plug. Then I begin to gently probe, first just breaching the opening, then an inch deep. Each inch a touch wider than the previous. Out and back in a little further, hesitating, letting the ass feel the invader and accept it. Camby at first is unsure, but now is tilting her hips to point her ass up, wishing for more. I can sense that there is no pain as I carefully navigate the last inch and the pucker closes down around the smaller base. Now that the plug is planted deep inside her ass, I begin fucking her with renewed energy and speed. I lay on her, my cock pounding in and out of her, and hiss in her ear “Who’s your fuck master?” “You are!” “Who’s cock do you crave?” “Yours, master!” “Who’s cum do you love to swallow?” “Only yours, master!” She’s beginning to increase her pleasure moans with each thrust of my body, so I reach under her and grind my fingers into her clit.

That was the nudge she needed. Her back arches and she pushes her ass up into me, her screams fill the room as she comes hard and long. The cum boiling in my balls wells up, ready to explode. I slam myself into her hard, harder, again, and my cock erupts with wad after wad of hot cum, my grunts of orgasm and satisfaction letting her know she has pleased her master. I stand, slowly remove the plug from her sweet ass, and turn her over. She’s mottled red, her skin showing the colors that come to her as she is sexually pleased. Still breathing hard, she looks up, smiles, and says “Thank you, master.” I bend down, give her a kiss, and carefully remove the nipple clamps. She kisses me back and says, “That was SO fucking hot.”

At last, I have arrived at the swinger’s club on a Saturday night. Wing man suggested we try this club on singles nights some time ago, and we’ve made an appearance a couple of times over the last several months. But the Friday crowd is mostly guys looking for a couple who might be interested in a little help pleasing the lady. We’ve had some success in that, but the word is that Saturdays are awesome. But for that, I need a date. Tonight, I have one.

JR is a young lady I’ve been with a couple of times, and she expressed an interest in making a trip with me. So we made a plan, and here we are. As I’ve been told, the place is PACKED! Dozens of couples, and since the theme for the night is Naughty School Girl, so most of the ladies are wearing short plaid skirts and some kind of white button-up shirt. I’ve been taking in the scene during the early social hours, making a few attempts to socialize, but so far I’ve made no connections. JR and I get a little frisky, and decide to go back to the party area and take the edge off.

We move into a private room and remove our clothes. JR is a slender blond girl with soft lips, small tits, and a hunger for cock. She lays the bed and starts working her fingers up and down, in and out of her pussy, arching her back and softly squealing. I enjoy her show for a moment, then kneel beside her head and give my hard cock to her mouth. She sucks it in and works her mouth up and down on it, pumping the base with her free hand. We’re both quickly moving toward orgasm, so I move around between her legs and slide my rod into her hot meat. We fuck fast and hard for a few minutes, crash through our climaxes, and lay together catching our breath. This was just the appetizer for the evening, so we get dressed and head back to the social area.

The club’s hosts are about to start the Naughty Schoolgirl Skirt contest, and ask for judges. I’m not sure what that entails, but I’m sure I want to be involved. And I’m not disappointed - the 4 judges are seated at the edge of the dance floor, and each participant “presents” her skirt to us….which means she lap dances all 4 of us. Now, there are a few ladies who make me wish I were just a spectator, but most of them make me glad to be on the panel. The one I have my eye on is a tight, slender woman with vine tattoos ALL OVER her body…and I want to trace each one with my tongue. When she presents her skirt to me, I pull her close and offer to take her to the back. She politely declines, and the dancers continue to work their magic.

When the contest is over, the crowd begins to move to the party area. JR and I sit on a couch and watch the couples mingle and pair up. Eventually a couple sits down with us. Both are nice looking and in shape, the lady is a fairly librarian-ish lady with sexy cat glasses, but she moves with subtle smoothness that hints at a wild side. We move out to the smoking area so they can get a fix, and we are chatting about this and that. Her name is Mic, and her voice is as overtly sexy as her body. My opportunity comes when she stands up from the vinyl couch and says “This couch is sticking to my legs.” I tell her “So sit on my lap.” She gives her husband a glance for approval and he gives it.

Mic smoothly moves to me and sits on my lap. She has a lovely classic female shape with smooth skin, and my hands begin gliding over the curves of her waist and up and down her back. I start kneading her neck and shoulders and she exhales deep. I move down to the muscles of her lower back, working my thumbs into the tight muscles. She begins lightly groaning, then turns her head and says “I’ll give you 24 hours to cut that out.” HA! A sexy, classy girl with a sense of humor.

I continue my massage of each muscle, and she slowly leans back until she’s leaning against me. I move my hands around to slide up and down her flat belly, explore up under her shirt and bra, and she lays her head back on my shoulder, softly moaning. I enjoy her quiet vocalizations for a moment, then whisper in her ear, “you want to got back and play?” “Yes!” She jumps up, and I get up to lead her back to a private room, holding her hand through the crowd.

We enter the room, I turn to close the door, and when I turn back, she practically attacks me! She wraps her arms around me and kisses me with the hunger of a starved animal - deep and strong. I match her fervor, our tongues dancing around each other. She somehow removed her shirt in the time it took me to close the door, and my hands move down her back to her ass, then up to her bra clasp, unhooking it in one motion. We separate our hot mouths and step back to remove her bra, and I stand in complete appreciate of the unleashed breasts before me. Large, but not overly so. Natural and still firm, not sagging. Dark nipples, a bit bigger than pencil erasers, each with a rather hefty stainless bar pierced through it, a ball screwed onto each end.

I take those beauties in my hands, lock her eyes for a second, then bend down to put my mouth on a nipple. I twirl my tongue around her tasty flesh, feeling the cold steel and warm skin together. One hand moves down and pulls her panties aside, sliding my fingers along her most pussy. She throws her head back and moans, and puts her hand on the back of my head. I continue sucking her nipple and working her pussy for a moment, pinching her other nipple firmly and bringing a quick gasp from her.

She is hot, hungry and ready for my cock, so I stand up and kiss her deep again. She’s breathing heavily as I guide her to the bed to lie down. While she strips off her remaining clothes, I do the same and put on the required protection. She’s on the bed, her chest heaving, her hands pinching her nipples, watching me prepare to fuck her. I move to the bed, put myself between her legs, and place the tip of my cock on the lips of her pussy. I move my body over her and push slow and steady inside her. She moans, louder with each inch, until she is howling. Her eyes are full of lust as I grind the base of my cock against her clit.

She digs her fingernails into my ass as she moans and arches her back. She doesn’t understand that I can’t go home with marks on me, so I grab her hands and pin them above her head. Now she is at my mercy, her hands bound by mine, her pussy controlled by my thrusting body. I begin a steady pumping, slapping her clit with my body with each downstroke. She yelps each time I pound down on her pussy, and I quicken my pace, locking my mouth on hers to muffle her sounds. Now I sit up and pull her thighs up so I can wrap an arm around each one and watch my cock sliding in and out of her wetness. I start my rhythm again, slapping my hips against her ass. The motion of her body moving up and down puts her awesome tits in circular motions in opposite directions. I take some mild internal amusement in this fascinating rotation, but maintain my pace and energy.

Now it’s time for a change in scenery. I withdraw myself from the heat between her legs, and turn her over until she is laying on her stomach. I part her legs slightly and climb on top of them. My thighs are straddling hers and my cock is pointed at her pussy. I push myself inside and her moan again rises to a howl. I grab her wrists and pin them to the bed again, and begin pumping her with power and speed, slapping her ass with my hips. She grunts with each plunge of my cock deep inside her. I grab her hair and turn her head to the side so I can suck her tongue into my mouth while I continue to fuck her from behind. I keep this going for a while, enjoying the sounds of her grunting, watching her ass ripple with each smack, sitting up to watch my shaft sliding into her wet hole.

Again I turn her over to take her in the good old missionary position. I’m enjoying the way she howls, arches her back, meets my thrusts, kisses me deep, the way her lovely tits move in opposite circles. We fuck in unison this way for quite some time, learning each others motions and sounds, reading each others bodies. I pull out to turn her over again and she gasps “Damn, boy! How long can you go?” I fuck her from behind the same as before, watching her ass move for a while, listening to her sing her pleasure, when I start to feel the cum welling up in my balls, the sweet tingle creep up my cock, and I slam my hips against her hard as I empty my load inside her.

I roll off her and she rolls onto her back, and we lay next to each other gasping and panting, completely exhausted. As I begin to recover, my heaving breathing begins to turn to laughter, and Mic joins me giggling about how long and hard we fucked. “Oh my God, that was unbelievable!” she says. And I tell her I absolutely agree.

A man has to do what a man has to do. I’ve taken this job schlepping plates of overly-caloric food to unappreciative cows for a two dollar tip because I recently divorced, and I need the extra money to help my ex and my son stay in the home we built. Of course it’s for my son, and I can handle the extra work. But more hours means less time to have fun. But I take it when I can get it. Every now and then I manage to plan something that keeps me going. And today is one of those days.

During the afternoon, in walks Doctor. This classy lady is 10 years my senior, but we’ve crossed paths at very similar points in our lives. Both of us married rather young, to our first sex partner, and we’ve both just completed our divorce process. You might guess that we’ve both got a touch of sexual frustration and curiosity pent up inside just waiting for a willing recipient. We’ve managed a hookup or two, but somehow the results have not been what you might call optimal. It seems to this point, we’ve been emotionally jousting, trying to figure out what we are to each other. But one thing is clear - we’re electric for each other. I asked her if there was a time I could see her this weekend, and hopefully she is here with an option.

During a lull in my duties, I come next to her at the bar and tell her I’m closing tonight, but I’m free after that. “What would you do if I came knocking on your door at about 1:00 in the morning?” She ponders this for a moment, then says “How about if I give you my garage door opener and you just come in?” That’ll work. She reaches in her purse, pulls out the remote, and hands it to me. I bid her a sultry good bye, return to my duties, and start counting the minutes until close.

Five hours later, I’m rolling into Doctor’s garage, considering what’s awaiting me. Doctor is a small woman - about 5’ 2”, and maybe 120 lbs. But what she lacks in size, she makes up for in strength of personality. She’s bright and energetic, aggressive and confident. She’s older than me, and she’s a doctor. It’s taken me some time to gain my confidence with her and not be intimidated. But at this point I’ve come to understand she enjoys the way I tend to take the lead in the bedroom, and the confidence I’ve lacked most of my life is just starting to unfold for me. And Doctor is the lucky recipient.

I make my way through the mostly dark house, up the stairs, and she speaks to me from the bedroom. I tell her I’ll join her after a shower, and quickly finish cleaning up. I pick my way to the bed in the darkness wearing only shorts, and find she has turned down the covers, inviting me to join her. I slide in beside her and feel her warm body as her arms wrap around me. The fresh smells of her hair and skin mingle with the linens for an intoxicating blend for the senses. My mouth finds hers, my hands slip up under her pajama top and glide across her skin, following the curve of her waist, around to her small, round breast. Doctor has very nice nipples - big and perfectly shaped - and I separate from her mouth to move down for a taste. Her breath is already coming quickly, as our passion for each other is finally being released. My mouth is watering even before it makes contact with the sweet skin of her tit, and I suck it in eagerly. My hand has slid down her belly and under the flimsy waistband of her pj’s, and my fingers are finding paths through the secret garden, seeking the warm prize between her legs.

She throws her head back and lets out a groan as my fingers find the moist heat of her pussy. She is already wet, and I slide my fingers around her clit twice before plunging them slowly inside her. I move my mouth from her nipple back up to kiss her deeply, but she only returns my kiss for a few seconds. Then she uses my body to slide hers quickly down under me so her head is near my rock hard cock. I’m on my hands and knees with her underneath me, and she slides my shorts down, taking my cock deep in her mouth at the same time. She pumps her head up and down on my cock with speed and power, her hands grabbing my ass for leverage. I hold myself still and allow her to work at her pace. She is moaning as she sucks, and I groan my approval.

The heat of her mouth and the energy of her body are incredible. She is cramming her head up with force to take me deep in her throat. I could enjoy this for quite a while, but my urge to fuck her needs to be satisfied. So I reach down to grab her under her arms and slide her up, her face in front of mine. She grabs my head and takes my mouth with hers before I can make a move, devouring my tongue and sucking my lips. My body is between her legs and my dick is raging and ready. I lower myself and find her sex with the head of my cock and push myself inside her. She puts her head back and yells her pleasure, rocking her hips to accept me deeper. I immediately begin fucking her quickly, sliding my full length out and back in with power and force and griding her clit with my body.

She is fucking me with the same intensity that I’m using, her hips rising to meet mine with each stroke, her arms wrapped round me and lifting her body off the bed. We are in tune with each other, our hunger being fed by each others’ heat. I’m growling in time with her yelps, our bodies are thumping on the bed. The covers have fallen and we are completely naked, but there is no chill in the room. We are two sexually young animals unleashing years of frustration with full abandon. The slapping of our skin, the thumping of the bed, the grunts, yells, screams, are like nothing I’ve ever experienced. A woman returning my energy is a revelation. Mutual carnal lust is a wonderful thing.

Doctor gathers her senses for a second and takes charge, pushing me to the side and sitting up. I turn over and lay on my back, my chest rising and falling like I’ve just broken the 4-minute mile. But Doctor is climbing on top of me and sliding her pussy down on my prick, one hand on my chest and one providing guidance for my rod into her body. Once she has fully lowered herself and I’m deep inside, she puts her other hand on my chest and begins bouncing her ass up and down, slamming herself fully against me again and again. She grunts each time my cock fills her pussy, then lifts herself and pounds down again. She looks down to watch her pussy sliding up and down my rod, and I grab her head to kiss her while she continues her motions.

She fucks me wildly, like a woman possessed - a deprived female released from her cage. Her fingers dig into my chest and she breaks off the kiss to vocalize her abandon. Her pace never slows as she rides me to her satisfaction. Then suddenly she jumps up off me and moves her mouth down to suck my slick cock, licking her pussy juice and taking it deep in her throat. She moves her head up and down a few times, matching the speed she used to fuck me, then stops and holds her mouth around the head of my cock. Her hand starts pumping the shaft quickly and she moans through her heavy breathing. She turns her head to one side then the other, her tongue flicking around to tickle my delicate skin. Her hand never stops pumping as she seeks my cum.

My climax had been holding itself calmly at bay during this sexual storm, affording me the luxury of a long, hard, fast fuck without worrying about breaks to prevent and early end to the festivities. But now, with her mouth sucking, her tongue tickling, and her fist pumping, it’s rapidly approaching. My grunts begin to ascend, as the hot, sticky cum rushes to find her throat. My body stiffens, and cum fires itself from my cock, in spurt after spurt, my balls unloading a healthy dose of warm, salty semen for her to gulp down. She consumes it with lust and vigor, moaning and grunting, pumping and sucking until I’ve convulsed the final string into her eager mouth.

She slowly slides her mouth down and up my shaft, and my body flinches at the hyper-stimulation. Her head raises up, my hard cock still in her hand, and she smiles at me - a white glob of cum running from the corner of her mouth and hanging from her chin. “I LOVE it!” she says. She then bends down and gently sucks my meat back into her mouth for one last tickle. Now it’s time for her to clean up, and I’m left panting and recovering while she takes her turn in the bathroom. We put our night clothes back on and lay down to pass the night together. We fucked twice more that night, casting sleep aside, and many times over the next few months, but this night truly marked my sexual awakening.

There’s nothing quite like a big water park - females of all ages in minimal skin-hugging, thin material. Young girls who will grow into lovely women; teens with unblemished skin and tight, newly developed bodies they are just learning to carry with pride; women in early adulthood, bodies still young and relatively unaffected by age, but old enough to view with interest; confident, maturing women, showing some wear that comes with child-rearing; and on and on. The variety of female bodies is paralleled by the variety of swimwear, some complimenting the female form, others designed to keep the eyes away from aforementioned wear. And through the mix of skin and fabric, there is a feast for the male eyes - legs, midriffs, bellies, backs, cleavage, necks…some of it tanned, some fare, a tattoo here, a belly button piercing there, some beautifully unadorned. A man with an imagination is constantly entertained.

But all the fantasies are calmly tucked in the back of the mind. This, after all, is a family venue - a resort hotel with a massive indoor water park. I have my spouse and children, as do all the lovely ladies who are providing my entertainment. Right now I am standing in the edge of the wave pool, watching my kids enjoy the rhythmic motion of the water, and I’m searching for a clock. As I turn to scan the walls, I notice a tall, slender woman in a red two-piece doing much the same as me. We are close enough that when we make eye contact, it’s perfectly normal to speak to each other. “Do you know if there’s a clock in here?” “No, I can’t find one either,” she replies. She moves a bit closer as we discuss what time it might be. She has pale green eyes unenhanced by make-up, and a small face with a light smile. Her strawberry blond hair is verging on red, and is cut about 2 inches above the shoulders. She has very fare skin, slim hips, and is in general a thin woman. She looks to be around 40, but carries her age well. We decide there is no clock, that it must be around 9:30, and we turn our attentions to our kids.

The next day, I am in the water park again, when I spot yesterday’s red head coming my way. I stop and tell her I found a clock. She stops, meets me with her calm smile and tells me she also found it. She’s making nice eye contact and we have a light conversation. She’s a few inches closer to me than I would have chosen, but not so much to pull the fantasies from the back of my mind. We finish our talk and go our separate ways. It’s early in the day, and I spend the afternoon splashing around with my kids and watching them in the wave pool. As the afternoon moves toward dinner time, I realize I need my phone, but I left it in the room. So I tell my wife I’m heading for the room and take the central elevator to my floor.

The hotel is very large, and the hallways are extremely long. I’m walking toward my room when I notice, halfway to the end of the hall, red steps out of the south elevator and turns to walk toward me. I am about 200 ft from her when she notices me, and her gait changes just a little. As I approach her, she turns and unlocks the door to her room. She opens her door and turns toward me just as I am even with her, and I stop to say hello. She’s standing in the entrance to her room holding the door open and does not reply to me. But her eyes lock with mine and there is a hunger on her face that speaks volumes. The light smile and bedroom eyes are asking me to join her. She does not motion to me or speak, but she does not close the door. She holds my gaze and takes one step backward into the room, still holding the door open. I glance both directions down the hallway to ensure there are no additional eyes on me, then turn back to hers. She is still wearing the red two-piece swim suit, which covers her top down to just above her belly button. I keep my eyes locked on hers and move forward. She backs into the room still matching my gaze, and I take the door from her, freeing her hands. Her eyes never leave mine, one hand slides down her belly and rests on the fabric of her swim suit. I let the door swing closed.

Before the door clicks closed, she is on her knees, looking up at me. She is 5 feet in front of me, waiting. I move forward until she reaches out and gently grabs the top of my trunks, pulling them down in one quick motion. She turns her eyes to my throbbing cock and attacks it with a fever, like it’s her first food in weeks. She sucks, licks, slurps, fully focused on taking the hard flesh deep in her throat. I savor the feel of her lips, her tongue, the heat of her mouth, sliding up and down on me. The only sounds are of her heavy breathing, her muffled moans, and a soft slurping of her lips. I take her head in my hands, grabbing her hair and subtly guiding her, exploring how deep her throat will take my rod. She’s skilled with her mouth, and holds me deep without a reflex to withdraw. After a few more slow, strong pumps, I tug her hair upward - I’m ready for the next step.

She stands, exhaling deep, staring at me with those soft, fiery green eyes. I grab the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine, kissing her, feeling the lips made softer by rubbing my cock, tasting her tongue. Her breath is coming heavy, and a soft whimper comes from inside her. I break from her and put my hand on her chest, moving her backward toward the bed. She silently complies, first sitting, then slowly reclining until she’s laying with her knees up, legs apart. She hooks her fingers in the top of her swimsuit bottom and slides them down, taking them off to expose the soft, wetness between her legs. Her fair complexion gives way to bright red folds, and her hand is gently rubbing them while her eyes watch me move toward her.

My mouth is watering, anticipating the taste of her, but I know our time may be short. As much as I want to savor her, lick her until she screams and bucks with abandon of pleasure, I put my hands on the inside of her thighs, bend down, and lightly suck her folds into my mouth. I slowly circle her clit with my tongue a few times, and she arches her back, letting out a soft gasp. Her hands have pulled her top off as I am tasting her, and her hands are slowly squeezing her small tits. I raise up and watch her chest rise and fall as she breathes faster and heavier. She lays fully ready for me to take her.

I grab her legs and pull her closer to the edge of the bed. I’m standing now with my cock above her pussy, and I spread my feet apart just enough so I’m at the right height. I touch the tip of my hardon against her opening and start to push. She softly groans as I inch myself deeper inside her. Her head is back and her hips are rocked to accept me, her hands still squeezing her breasts. I’m fully inside her, feeling the heat surround my dick. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed and her mouth slightly open, letting out gasps of air. I slide myself almost all the way back out, then slowly slide my hardness back in. I move the pace up a touch, sliding myself in and out, pressing my abdomen against her legs.

She raises up on her elbows to watch my cock sliding against her wet skin. I stroke a few more times, then slide my arm around her back. I raise her up off the bed, my cock still deep inside her. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pressing her mouth against mine. Her breath is coming in gasps as she devours my tongue and lips, moving herself up and down on my cock. Keeping my mouth on hers, I lay us both on the bed, my body above hers. I raise up on my hands and begin plunging my cock hard and fast into her. She throws her head back and opens her mouth as if to scream. But she understands the circumstance and holds it in. She’s tensed her whole body and has stopped breathing for a second. I continue pounding, my pelvis pressing her clit with each stroke. She finally exhales hard and bucks her body, pressing herself against me. She wraps herself around me and squeezes my body, the intensity in her telling me she’s cumming hard. I thrust hard one more time and hold myself deep, while her body convulses. When she begins to relax, her breathing is hard and deep. I pull my cock out of her pussy and she quickly moves around to take it in her mouth. She pumps me with her hand and sucks hard on the head. I’m still slick with the wetness from inside her, and her hand slides with ease on my shaft. I’m close to cumming from fucking her, and it only takes a moment for the sweet tingle to climb from my balls to the tip of my cock. I let out a gasp, and my cock starts pumping hot cum across her tongue, into her throat. She softly moans her pleasure and pumps me faster with her hand, gulping between moans. She sucks and pumps until I am empty and looks up with my cock still in her mouth. I look down at her and squeeze her breast, then pull away from her.

I move fairly quickly to get my trunks back on and go back to the bed where she still lays, stroking herself. I bend down and kiss her deep, then hasten my exit. I open the door, peek out, and seeing no one in the hall, leave the room and close the door behind me. This would be one of the parts of my family vacation that I’d carry on my own.

We get out of the car and walk toward the hotel room door, feeling the surge of adrenaline at the anticipation of finally feeding the hunger that brought us to this place. I put my hand lightly on the small of your back and feel the sultry motions of your muscles as your hips sway a hypnotic rhythm. I open the door and let you pass, coming close enough that I can feel the heat of your anticipation. I close the door and draw the curtains so the room is lit just by a few threads of sunlight.

You’re putting your purse on the chair and I walk up behind you. I gather your hair in my hands and draw it to one side, exposing the curve of your neck and the delicate skin behind your ear. The scent of your body intoxicates me and starts a fire that will feed our afternoon. You tilt your head to the side, offering the full length of your neck to my lips, which begin lightly kissing the sensitive skin and move up to suck your earlobe into my mouth. My right hand moves down the side of your body and wraps around your belly, pulling you firmly against my pelvis. I grow hard and press myself between your firm cheeks, and you rock your hips to push against me.

My left hand finds it’s way up under your blouse, the fingertips brushing against the underside of your breasts. I find the clasp of your bra and unfasten it. You’re breathing deeply, your head leaning back as your mouth seeks out mine. We meet and a wave of passion pushes our tongues into a dance, teasing and feeding each other. One of my hands has moved to slip under the waistband of your skirt, while the other explores your breasts and nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze. Your body arches and your breath mixes with faint moans as my hand slides lower down your belly and makes it’s way through the silky hair just above your treasure.

The tip of my finger makes contact with the soft, moist flesh of your womanhood as you let out a soft gasp. I move slowly and gently forward, parting the lips and feeling the warmth and the wetness. You move your legs apart slightly, and my finger slides up inside you. Back and forth I move my hand, slowly and firmly. Your gasps have become moans and you lean your body back against me. As I sense your urgency moving forward perhaps more quickly than we would like, I take my hand away and you turn toward me, locking my gaze with the heat and desire in your eyes.

Your hands lift my shirt up, and you put your face close to my body. Your tongue lightly traces up my stomach, my chest, my neck, until your lips find my mouth and suck my tongue inside. You continue your lustful kissing while you loosen my belt and unfasten my pants, letting them drop to the floor. You move your mouth down my chest and settle on my nipple, sucking hard and taking it between your teeth. Chills shoot through me as you bite harder and squeeze my cock.

Your soft hands slide up and down my shaft and you kneel down in front of me, putting your face close to the heat. The soft silky skin brushes your cheek while you lick the tender skin at the base. You slide your lips up and place the head of my cock between them, and slowly take each inch deeper and deeper into your mouth. You reach around and dig your fingers into the cheeks of my ass, and begin moving up and down slowly, massaging my balls with your hand. Faint groans escape your throat with each movement up my shaft, as you firmly pump your hand right against your lips. Your tongue tickles the underside of my dick when you take it deep in the back of your mouth. My fingers are tangled in your hair and my hand is pushing your head back and forth.

You pull away and look in my eyes, catching your breath. I pick you up and lay you on the bed, stripping your skirt and panties off while you pull off your top and bra. You’re laying on the bed before me as I strip off my clothes, gently stroking yourself, pinching your clit between your fingers and rolling it to send electricity across your body. I kneel at the side of the bed, eye level with your glistening pink pussy. The scent fires my passion and my eyes flare with desire. I put my hands on the inside of your thighs, moving your legs farther apart, and my mouth waters, moving close to taste your honey.

I hold my mouth a few inches from you glistening warmth and lightly carress the inside of your thighs, moving my fingers to the pink edges of your opening. Your stomach rises and falls with your deep breaths of anticipation, your back arched while you work your nipples between your fingers. My fingers begin to explore the outer folds of warm, soft skin, spreading the moisture between your legs. I slide my thumb up slowly from the bottom of your pussy and pause just under the magic button. I move my thumb in circles around your clit, shooting electricity up your back. Now I reward my watering mouth and replace my fingers with my lips, softly kissing the tender skin, tasting for the first time your sweet nectar. I pull your clit into my mouth and begin slow circles with my tongue. You throw your head back and release a soft moan, as I dip my tongue deep into your honey pot.

I back away and rise up over you, taking your breast in my mouth and squeezing your nipple between my lips, while the tip of my cock touches your aching hot pussy. I hold there, feeling your body rise, begging me to enter and meet your heat. I move my mouth to yours, kissing you deep and hungry. You pull your knees up and spread them wider to open your body, and I push myself slowly, inch by inch, inside you, until the base is pressed against your clit. Your mouth, covered by mine, lets out a muffled scream, and I begin slow, powerful thrusts in and out of your pussy. My pace quickens, and you meet each thrust by raising your hips to meet mine. Each slap of skin presses your clit and adds fuel to your building climax.

I slow my rhythm and focus on feeling the sweet tingle on my shaft. Your hands are gliding smoothly and gently up and down my back, and come to rest on my ass, pulling me deeper inside you. I stop kissing you and begin my rhythm once more, watching your eyes and feeling your chest rise and fall. I can feel your body begin to tense as your climax approaches, and I pull myself out to let you catch your breath. You sit up and move yourself around to take my slick cock in your mouth, setting your own rhythm and working your tongue to send shivers up my spine. You take me deep and I feel my own climax begin to tingle in my balls. So I lift your head and kiss you, tasting your pussy on your tongue.

Now I move you around facing away from me on your hands and knees. I come up behind you and grab you hips, touching the opening of your pussy with the tip of my dick. You move back to take me inside, and I push myself into you, holding myself deep. You groan deep and I slide back a few inches, watching your pussy lips wrap around my shaft. I begin sliding in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed until the slapping of my hips against your ass overwhelms the grunts and gasps from us. My balls begin to tingle once more, and I reach up to take your breast in my hand, turning your nipple between my fingers. Your moans and gasps become quicker and louder, and I sense you about to explode. I grip your hips hard and slam myself deep again and again bringing my climax up as your body begins to buck backward and your head throws back. You shudder as electricity makes your body shake with pleasure, while I slam myself deep one last time and my cock begins shooting warm cum inside your pussy. Waves of sweet pleasure pass over my body as I empty my balls into your body. I hold your ass against me until the last twitches of climax have left our bodies. We lie down and kiss each other, letting our hands glide over our tingling skin, and let the relaxation overtake us.

A song written for the ladies to sing. Sung to the tune of “Love Me Tender”…

Love me roughly, bite me please.
Tie me to the bed.
Bind me till I cannot move.
Force me to give head.

Love me roughly, pull my hair.
Call me dirty names.
Make me whipmer, smack my ass.
Use your whips and chains.

Love me roughly, gag my mouth.
Make me do your will.
Fuck my pussy, ass, and throat
Till you’ve had your fill.

Love me roughly, pin me down.
Your slave I become.
Twist my nipples till I scream.
Fill my mouth with cum.