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Bes R. WalkerC. Casey
Feather
 I Was Wild Once-Bes R.
"Grandma, I don't know how to ask this but...." Ellen hesitated, she didn't really know how to ask her grandmother if she was ever tempted to be, for lack of a better phrase, a woman on the loose. "Go ahead Ellie dear, you know you can ask me anything." "Yeah, I know, but you might find this question a bit embarrassing, even inappropriate." "There is nothing that you can ask me that would offend..." "Well, if you are sure." "Of course." "Okay, did you, er, I mean, what I am trying to ask is where you ever a bold woman, with men, I mean?" "I take it that you want to know if have ever had I enjoy the casual use of men sexually? Am I right?" "Yes, but if it an inappropriate question we can just forget about the whole thing." "No Ellie, it is perfectly OK, I guess." "See, I have made you uncomfortable, I shouldn't have asked." "No, I am sure you have good reasons for wanting to know." "Yes...yes I do, and I can't ask mom, you know how straight laced she is and you have always been so, well so free and uninhibited." "I see, would you like to tell your old grandma why this is so important to you?" "Not unless, I have to...oh, well there is some one I really like and I am considering our options, although we haven't really known each other very long and I am not totally sure it is the right thing to do. Maybe I am being silly, you know getting close to a man I have known for so little time." "You shouldn't feel that way at all, I think many women have similar feelings and desires. It is natural you know. You can sense when something has the potential of being the real thing. But of course, you should exercise caution." "Well, that is why I wanted to ask you, I mean, did you go through something like that, you know in your day? I mean he makes me want to...well, be kind of wild and free with him. Did you ever do anything wild, sexually I mean?" "Oh yes! I was wild once in my life you know, in my day as you put it. Just because I am in my golden years, or what should be my golden years, anyway, doesn't mean I have not had my share of wild times." "Really?" "Oh yes child, your grandfather and I were..." "No, I don't mean to interrupt you, but I don't mean in a situation like with you and granddad, I mean in situation where you just kind of let yourself go and got wild -- even though there was no formal commitment?" "I think I know what you are asking, and the answer is more or less yes. All of this was before I met your late grandfather, of course. You see I once worked for a rather erotic party planning company! It was wicked but to be honest, I enjoyed myself." "Gosh, I would have never guessed!" "Of course you wouldn't, even your mom nor your uncle and aunts know about this. And I would appreciate it if you kept it to yourself, deal?" "Deal, but will you tell me what happened, I mean how this all came about...please, please....it would help me decide what I should do. I need some sound advice as I said I don't want to ask mom for advice and I don't want to go to one of my girlfriends." "OK, if you really want to hear the sordid details." "Oh yes, I do. And I know they won't be sordid, that's not like you." "Maybe not sordid, but definitely X-rated." "I am over 20 you know." "Yes, dear I know you will be 21 next December, your old granny never forgets birthdays of loved ones, you can count on that." Ellen smiled, she knew her grandmother was as mentally alert as any twenty year old. "So, where shall I begin...ah...from the beginning, I suppose. My adventure in pursuit of physical pleasure began when I was a year or so older than you are now. I was fresh out of high school when I got married. Although it got off to a good start, or at least what I thought was a good start, it soon soured. You see Frank had problems keeping his hands off other women. Well, not just his hands, but his lips, tongue and the rest of his anatomy. After four years of this nonsense I finally worked up the guts to divorce him. Our divorce was very amiable. I guess Frank wasn't the least bit unhappy about getting out of our marriage and I was, of course, absolutely thrilled. "However, the divorce necessitated me finding a full time job and it wasn't easy given the general economic condition at the time, what with the credit crunch, the market crash and all that stuff you have probably read about in history books. But this gal I knew named Gloria recommended me to a company that she worked for called Specialized Planning, Inc. and I finally got a job. I was so thrilled because if I had not found something I might have wound up on the dole or even worse, maybe homeless or something." "Wow! Where things that bad in your day? I read about the crash of 2009 but I never realized how bad it really was." "That bad and worse, there were tent cities springing up all over the country, people were killing themselves and whatnot, it was really bad." "Jeez, I hope it never gets like that again!" "So do I, no one should have to go through that ever again." "I didn't mean to interrupt you go on with the story..." "Yes, where was I? Oh yeah, I was telling you about my first full time job, with Specialized Planning, Inc.. Well the first thing they did was give me a quick orientation. They told me that the task of a planner is to properly convey the main thematic message of the event's host or hosts, as the case might be. This meant that we helped our clients define and acquire what they wanted, did I mention, we only catered to women?" "Oh wow! I mean that is so cool! It sounds very interesting..." "It was kind of interesting and unusual work...as you say, cool even. But you haven't heard the most interesting part yet, you see the kind of events we did were things like bachelorette parties and the like." "I see." "No, I don't think you do...these were parties and affairs that were, shall we say very explicit." "Oh, I get it." "Yes, we called it the naked Chippendales format." "Chippendales? Naked furniture? I don't get it." "Not Chippendale, not the furniture, the Chippendales were a dance group of sorts composed of bare chested young men. Our clients wanted a lot more than that and we would find men who did, well, who would take it all off, that is if the party sponsors did not already have their own contacts in this area, which many did." "I see, that is so totally rad and way cool!!! After all guys are always hiring naked strumpets to strut around and shake their tushes. Why shouldn't we?" "Yes, that was our take on the matter. And I must say the slut guys were popular with our clients. To continue, so, I started working for Specialized Planning, Inc. and I was assigned to assist Gloria in her projects so I could learn the ropes. I thought I was ready but it took me a little while to get use to what we were actually doing. I mean, lets face it, we were running something akin to a high class gigolo support operation for women...and sometimes with an outright semi-escort service on the side, if you get my meaning." Ellen nodded that she understood. "Gloria gave me my first assignment. 'I want you to coordinate the decorations, make sure that they give the function an erotic yet very sedate, tranquil even, atmosphere,' she said. I did so well that Gloria hugged me and kissed my cheek when she saw my work. I thought to myself that this was going to be easy. "So, Gloria then gave me an at the party assignment too. I was supposed to act as a sort of aide or female valet to the maid of honor and the bride to be. I thought OK, how difficult could that be...but came the night of the party I saw that I had been underestimating the intensity of this events. They had several male waiters serving drinks. These guys were absolutely gorgeous. Long hair down to their shoulders, piercing eyes, chiseled facial features, superhero bodies, I mean they had it all and here is the real bonus, they were nude except for a skimpy thong like garb. I thought that I had died and went to heaven for horny women or something. "And then the stripper came out. He must have been about six feet with shocking red hair and a perfectly toned body. He was a complete Adonis, even putting the waiters to shame. He looked so gorgeous even dressed in a three piece business suit and wearing false eyeglasses, you could just eat him all up. His body was rock solid and even through the severe business attire he wore you could still see his muscles rippling as he moved. God he was so hot. "He positioned himself in the center of the room and began to sensually removed all his clothing until he was down to an even tinier thong that those worn by the servers. You could see his enormous organ straining to get out of the restraints that barely held it out of our view. "I stood there mesmerized, watching this God, when the maid of honor taps me on the shoulder, I turned to face her and she said, 'Take his thong off, its our gift to Elaine,' that was the bride's name, Elaine, well, I was a little surprise at being asked to do this and I glanced over at Gloria, and as if she could read my mind she nodded yes. So I nervously approached this slut guy and pulled the thong all the way down to the floor. I heard the women gasp and he quickly turned around so I could see too. His 9 inch pecker was waving and bobbing up and down mischievously and God forgive me but I wanted desperately to touch it, but then I remembered that I was working and not a guest. Speaking of the guests, the bride to be, the maid of honor and the rest of the guests were simply enthralled by this naked man teasing them. I mean he would walk right up to their face and stick his pecker within inches of their mouths...one woman actually licked her lips in appreciation. 'Then the maid of honor started kissing the guy and grinding on him right in front of everyone. I was flabbergasted I had never seen anything like this before in my life. Not only was she making out with him in front of everyone, including Gloria and I, and the hired help, but, I heard this lusty chanting, like you would expect from cheerleaders at a homecoming pep rally or something, from the rest of the guests, including the bride to be egging her on. One girl shouted out that she should suck him off. "The maid of honor answered, 'That would be fun, but I have a better idea,' and with that,she masturbated the guy and when he came she tried to spray all the guests, but particularly the bride to the be. And the thing is that they were all trying their best to help her spray them with his sperm. After he came, he pulled the bride to be to her feet and started kissing her passionately and she returned the gesture. Then he started grinding against her, and she again returned the favor. Later that evening I overheard her telling the maid of honor that she nearly came grinding and kissing that guy...the maid of honor said she did come when she was with him...in fact I thought about fucking him, the bride replied so did I, I wanted to suck that cock so bad, she added...we should be ashamed of ourselves the maid of honor added, the bride to be laughed softly and said, but we aren't, and then they both laughed. A few minutes later the maid of honor and the stripper went into a closet together and everyone knew from the sounds they were making ... that they making it with each other. Even if you wanted to ignore it, it was impossible because the maid of honor was very noisy, especially when she came. And he was rather loud to...I have to tell you, your old granny was a tad envious of that lucky maid of honor, I guess that is one of the perks of being the maid of honor. "After the event was over, I asked Gloria if this was the way all the events were. She replied nonchalantly, 'Oh no, we didn't want to start you off with anything to raucous.' ":I unintentionally gave her a look of sheer incredulity. "'Oh, don't worry they aren't all this tame,' she replied, clearly she had misjudged my facial expression.. "Wow, grandma you were wild." "Yes, well that is only half of the story. Remember that was just my first assignment. I'll tell you one of the weirdest." "OK, but I don't see how it can beat that first one." Ellen's grandmother laughed softly, obviously her granddaughter was rather innocent. "A month later. I++++++ was given my first solo. I was so excited and a little nervous, I didn't want to screw it up because I needed the steady paycheck you know." "Yeah, I certainly understand that." "Well, It was a small affair for a graduate chapter of this group, well it was sort of a sorority, I guess it was actually a sorority but I do not think it was a traditional sorority, because of the length of their name. Of course since I never had the chance to go to college, I don't really know. At any rate these women called themselves Alpha Gamma Omega Gamma Tau. "They told me to rent the largest, most elegant suite in town and arrange to have music from composers like Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin you know the high brow classical stuff, playing. They also said that they wanted a huge seafood buffet and plenty of champagne. The best you can find is how the planning committee members put it. I was very pleasantly surprised as they had not asked me to engage male strippers or anything like that. "So, I did as they asked and all went well. Though it did not turn out as sedate as I had assumed it would, you know given their instructions "If you had walked in on the gathering during the first few hour or so, you would have thought that it was a typical get together of post-undergrads, they all looked at if they were between 24 and 32, sorority women. But as the night wore on I noticed the drinking got heavier and the conversation a lot more randy. Then about two am they started taking turns calling various men they knew and having phone sex with them. Telling them things like they all wanted to blow them and asking them to masturbate so that they could hear them come and things like that. Everyone could hear what was going on with each call as they put the speaker phone on. "A couple of the guys offered to drop by but they were politely turned down. Then as they got drunker they started taking picture of each other and teasing each other. "Suddenly the gal who was the leader of the planning committee announced that it was time to play Questions. I had no idea what that meant, but I soon found out. This is how it went, the woman who instigated the game asks a question and all the rest had to answer. "So, the planning committee chairwoman asked, 'Do you swallow his cum?' That's semen dear. Ellen smiled at the thought that her grandmother didn't think she knew what cum was. Her grandmother continued with her tale. "The first soror said, "Eeeew, God no, not for a billion dollars, I always spit into a tissue and rub it on my boobs.' "Another said she made her men use a condom then she poured it into the toilet. "One lusty soul said that this was a waste of good cum, she told them that, '...you should do something fun with it, at least rub it on your tits like "Several said they didn't mind swallowing, a few others agreed with the first respondent and said they spit it out, and one even said she totally loved the taste of cum, couldn't get enough of it and always demanded that men come in her mouth so she could swallow. "After they had all answered the woman who had brought up the question, walked over to the phone and placed an order for seven large pizzas. I noted that all the other women got very excited upon hearing this. The whole thing was very confusing to me because after all there was still plenty of smoked salmon, shrimp cocktail, lobster medallions and other tasty things to eat. "But about a half and hour later there was this knock on the door and one of the women yelled out. 'Pizza time!' "It turned out that the chairwoman had called this male escort service and had really ordered seven studs for the rest of the evening. I won't tell you all the things that they did that night, but I will say this much I learned a lot watching them. I could not take my eyes off this one guy that the committee chairwoman grabbed before any of the others could get hold of him. He seemed as big as a horse, well maybe a tiny horse, but he was big down there. And really attractive. At first I wondered why he even got into that kind of business but when he started in on the chairwoman, Anna, yeah, that was her name, I haven't thought about her in years. Anyway he rammed himself in and out of Anna like a wild man starting with her mouth, and when he actually entered her, you know her vagina, well, I tell you, she was clawing and scratching at his back, then she started yelling and squeezing him with her legs, until she came. She was very loud too, she seemed to scream at the top of her lungs when she came. Frankly, I think she did that part for show, you know rub it in that she was fu...I mean having sex with this particular stud! "As she lay on the floor exhausted her liquids clinging to his organ, he calmly got up and went over to the next Tau soror who was available. Ellie this man was a virtual Achilles and Don Juan rolled into one. I watched him with the second soror, he waltzed her over to a sofa, roughly removed her panties and just plunged her down onto his lap impaling her with his organ. She screamed and within minutes she came. He still hadn't come. The man was a professional, there was no doubt about that. "I glanced over at the other six men and they too were doing yeoman like service for the Tau women, but none of them could hold a feather to this Achilles-Don Juan ... he went through six more before I had to excuse myself and go to the washroom. As I did, he turned and looked at me, leered is more the word, as if he was saying you want some of this don't you? "Which I did, so, now, don't think less of your old granny because of what I am going to tell you, but I went into that washroom, pretended to pee and pleasured myself. I had the presence of mind to lock the door and turn the faucet on maximum flow before I started of course. Although given what was going on outside the door I doubt that anyone even missed me. "All the while I was playing with myself I kept thinking of that Achilles-Don Juan masterpiece of a man. I could hear the Tau women screaming and cooing loudly, some of them were cursing happily and I swear I could smell their fucking, oops!, I didn't mean to say fucking...sorry I got carried away a bit." "That's OK grandma, we generally call it that these days, you know." "Well, yeah but you are my grand... what am I saying, you're a grown woman! Yeah I could smell their fucking even in the washroom. And it was delicious, not as delicious as getting a piece of that man myself, but I knew that Specialized would can me if I ever did that. But I sure had a lot of fun fantasizing about him as I brought myself off twice before straightening up and going back out to the suite's giant living room. "By the time I returned, the scene had grown even wilder with most of the Tau women taking turns sucking on three or four of these guys and the remaining slut men each had a Tau woman riding their face while another Tau woman rode his cock. It was the wildest thing I had ever seen to that date." "You mean there were things more... umh.... explicit than that?" "Oh sure, but I think you've heard enough, don't you?" Ellen reflected for a few seconds and finally half - heartily answered. "Yeah, I suppose so." "So dear, what is it you are considering doing that is so brazen you had to seek out my advice, eh?" "Well, now I am embarrassed," Ellen stammered timidly. "Don't be I've told you all my deep dark secrets, well a few anyway, that, as I said, I never even told your grandfather or your mom or her siblings for that matter." "It's just that I am going to sound wimpy compared to what you have shared with me." "Oh." "You see, I just wanted to know if it is proper to sleep with a man after only two dates." "I see, well two dates is rather soon, how about two and half dates?" "Thanks grandma, that is perfect advice." "I thought it would hit the spot. I hope he does too." "Oh, I think he will." As Ellen turned to leave, she stopped walked back to her grandmother and told her, "I knew you would understand, I want you to know that Aldon and I are very close, what I am trying to say, is that I think we have deep feelings for each other, so deep that you might even call it love," and then she kissed her on both cheeks. As she walked away, her granny called out to her, "I knew that you loved him even before you told me, why else would you ask me about such things, unless you really loved someone. And I am so glad you believe he loves you." "Yes, he is an angel, but he is so shy, so I have decided to rape him!" Then Ellen laughed. "Don't forget to invite me to the wedding." "I would never forget my mu-ma." This made grandmother Dahlia very happy, it even brought a little tear to her eyes, as she had not heard Ellen call her mu - ma, since she was three years old. It was the name that Ellen had given her when she first started talking a month or two before her first birthday. My Porn Star- C. Casey
My friend Cyndi and I walk into one of the smaller banquet rooms at a very posh hotel. "I hope there's going to be a stripper", Cyndi says as we spot Kelli over by the bar. "Although", she continues, "I doubt a place like this would allow it. Tea and finger sandwiches, I can all most guarantee it." We reach Kelli and each gives her a hug. It's the bachelorette party that her friend Sandy is throwing for her. We exchange some small talk before other guests sweep Kelli away. Cyndi and I order ourselves a drink and look around. There are at least twenty to thirty other girls; some we know some we don't. The room is nicely decorated in the colors that Kelli chose for her wedding. There is a long table covered with food, good music playing and everyone looks like they're having a good time. Cyndi downs her drink, "I hope we don't have to play any of those stupid party games." I set my drink on the bar, "If Kelli appears again, looking nervous. She whispers, "FYI: I ordered a stripper. Keep it to yourselves. He should be here in a little bit. I sip my drink and roll my eyes, "You're always horny. By the way, what is that you have wrapped in brown paper?" She flashes me a grin, "It's a gift for Kelli; a porn flick. Guess who is in it?" She reaches into her purse, pulls out a picture of a very nice looking, naked man. "Julian!" "Who?" "Julian, the porn actor. Isn't it gorgeous?" "It? Don't you mean, isn't HE gorgeous?" "No," she points to his dick; "I mean IT. It's huge. I don't care for the rest of him; too many tattoos, too much with the bad-boy look." "You know, there's more to this picture than a dick. There is an entire man standing there." Now it's her turn to roll her eyes, "Here we go." A little hurt by her remark I reply, "What is that suppose to mean?" "Look, we both know if he walked up to you right now and said he wanted you to take the entire night to fuck his brains out, you would say no." Still hurt, my only reply is a deep sigh. Cyndi holds the picture in front of me again, "When you look at this picture, what do you see?" "Well, I see a nice looking man with a great build that I'm sure he worked hard for. I bet he has a nice smile. And I like his tattoos. So what if I'd rather pick his brains than fuck them." (Well, at first anyway). She shakes her head as she puts the picture back in her purse. "You're odd." "Odd? Why? Is it because I don't find it absolutely necessary to impale myself on every gargantuan dick that happens to walk by? Because I choose to see a person and not an object?" "Object!? He's a porn actor; he's use to it and probably expects it." "Exactly! If you were in his shoes, wouldn't it be nice if once in a while you came across someone who noticed you were a person? Who treated you like a person and not just a walking, talking erection? Just because he's a porn actor doesn't mean he only has one working brain cell that's wired directly to his dick. He must have thoughts that go beyond its tip." It's my turn to down my drink and order another. Cyndi sighs and gives me a sympathetic look, "He's a man. That's all men think about; their dicks." "No they don't. I bet Julian is intelligent. I'm sure he has thoughts, dreams, ideas that have nothing at all to do with what he does for a living." "I guess we'll never know. It's not like we're ever going to meet him." Some of the girls are clearing the center of the room of tables, chairs and other girls. I motion to Cyndi, "Looks like the stripper is here." Pulling out a wad of singles, she says, "We better go and get up in the front." As she starts to walk away, she turns and asks, "Are we all right? You know I don't mean to hurt your feelings." I smile, "You're my best friend Cyndi, of course we're okay." We get the last two seats in front. A police officer shows up and tells everyone that he's gotten complaints about the noise. Obviously, he's the stripper. He's nice looking, blond and his name badge says 'Officer Barry'. Cyndi will be in heaven with this one. Soon the music starts and the stripper begins gyrating and slowly removing articles of clothing, making his way around the room. He seems to be paying particular attention to Cyndi. Maybe she will get her 'behind-the-scenes' action after all. I'm feeling tired and a little dizzy; I don't know if it's the alcohol, the lack of food or a combination of both. I lean over to Cyndi and tell her I'm going back to the bar where it's a little quieter. She asks if I want her to come with me. "No. You stay. Have fun. I'll be fine." I make my way back and order a white soda. I'm starting to get a headache. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. When I finally open my eyes there is a man walking up to the bar near me. He turns to face me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I can’t believe I'm looking straight at Julian. This isn't real. This has to be a dream. I closed my eyes and fell asleep and now I'm dreaming. That's the only explanation. Yet, here he was, looking at me with a smile on his face. I was right; he does have a nice smile. He steps closer so we are only a few inches apart, looking down at me smiling, he says, "Hi." Of course, his voice is nothing but sexy. I look up into his dark brown eyes, my goodness he's tall, "Hello." I can't seem to take my eyes off him, "I see you shaved off your goatee." His facial hair consists of a small 'landing strip' from under his bottom lip to his chin. I wouldn't mind sliding to a halt on that. WHAT AM I THINKING! He runs an index finger down the strip and asks, "You like it?" his smile getting bigger as if he just read my mind. "You're a tease Julian." He chuckles, "I know. You love it." I smile, "I do." STOP IT! I'm a grown woman and here I stand staring and giggling like some schoolgirl. "Your cologne smells nice." Your cologne smells nice? What the hell is that? Of all the stupid things to say, I pick the least impressive. Stepping closer, leaving no space what so ever between us, he leans over and I can feel his warm breath tickle my neck, "Your perfume is nice, very soft. I like it." Good thing there's a barstool nearby to hold on to for support because my legs are so weak I'm not sure I could stand otherwise. Julian notices and puts an arm around my waist, "Are you all right?" he asks. I would love to get lost in those dark brown eyes of his. Giving me a wicked lopsided grin (which I love), he says, "I have a room here at the hotel." I give a sad performance of nonchalant, "Oh, how nice." To hell with the room just bend me over the barstool. I need to CONTROL MYSELF! Deep breaths. Okay. Now, there is an intelligent man standing next to me. Forget those dark eyes, forget all those muscles and forget how your fingers are aching to run through his hair. I should be asking questions to find out what kind of person he is, what he likes and dislikes and what he likes to do when he's not working. After all, he is a thinking feeling person. Granted he's tall and probably a good kisser, but still a person. God, I want to kiss him. I can just imagine his soft tongue playing with mine. Let's FOCUS! "We could go up to my room and you could take a personal tour of my tattoos." Where is the bartender, I need some ice. Wait a minute. Struggling not to get lost in those dark eyes, I ask, "I'm sorry, what did you say? I didn't hear you." He has a diamond stud in his left ear. I guess I won't be nibbling on that earlobe. Damn it! "Do you have a favorite tattoo?" "Favorite tattoo? No, I mean yes. Well, I guess." I feel confused and conflicted. I recall what Cyndi and I talked about and I know exactly what I want to do. With his arm still around my waist and that sexy smile playing on his lips, he asks, "Which one is it?" "Which one what?" "Tattoo." "Oh right. I like the ones on your back and shoulders and the ones on your legs, but my favorite is the sunburst on your stomach." I get another lopsided grin, "Would you like to examine it closer?" YES! But I'm not going to. "Julian, can you do me a favor?" "Absolutely." Did his voice just get sexier? "Turn yourself off." Now he looks confused. In fact, he's cuter with a confused look on his face. "What?" "Turn…….yourself…….off. Stop acting. I would rather be seduced by 'some guy' rather than a 'porn actor'." I can see the cogs and wheels of his brain turning as he processes. I look into those dark eyes and I see a hint of boyish charm, which really makes me weak in the knees. "Your friend Cyndi is right, you are odd, but I like that. Would you like to get out of here and get something to eat? Someplace where we can talk?" "Yes, I'd like that." When the stripper finishes, Kelli rushes over to Cyndi, "Who is that guy Sheri is leaving with?" Cyndi turns in the direction Kelli is pointing, "I don't know. He looks familiar." She pulls out the picture and shows it to Kelli. "It looks like him." Kelli glances at the picture, "Julian the porn actor? It can't be him." Both of them watch as Sheri walks through the doorway first, with Julian close behind. Before he walks through, he flashes them a smile. Cyndi and Kelli look at each other and simultaneously say, "Julian?" Julian offers me his arm and I slip my hand through as we make our way through the lobby and out the front doors into the cool night air. "Where would you like to go?" I think for a moment and remember the place around the corner. "There's a small restaurant around the corner that has a live jazz band playing tonight. They usually play some fairly mellow stuff, so we should be able to talk." He flashes me another one of his sexy smiles, "Sounds great. Lead the way." We spend our time at the restaurant enjoying each other's company and conversation. Julian has a great sense of humor. He talks about football, music, and art, and is intrigued when I tell him what I do for a living. "I work with pearls." "Really? Do you sell them or what exactly do you do with them?" He listens intently as I describe my job and my designs for pearl jewelry. When dinner is over, we make our way back to the hotel. The bachlorette party is still going strong. "I really don't want to go back in there." "We can go up to my room for a drink if you would like." Giving me a wicked lopsided grin, he adds, "I promise I will TRY to behave myself, unless you don't want me to." Why wait until we get to the room? There must be a broom closet around here somewhere. HERE I GO AGAIN! I need to keep myself and my thoughts under control. I take a deep breath before giving him an answer. I look up into his dark eyes and my heart skips a beat. Lifting one eyebrow he asks, "Well, what do you say?" "About what?" "Going to my room." "Oh right. Yes, that sounds good." Julian slides his key card through the slot then holds the door open for me. I set my purse down on a table near the door and walk further into the room as he turns on lights. "What would you like to drink?" His voice drawing my attention back to him. "Actually, I really don't want anything." His one eyebrow shoots up and he saunters over to me and stands so close I can feel the heat of his body. Looking down into my eyes, he softly asks, "Then why did you come?" I feel my cheeks start to flush. Why did I come here? He places his fingertips on the pulse beating in my neck. They feel cool on my warm skin as my blush spreads from my cheeks down my neck. He slowly brings his lips to mine for a delicate kiss. I break the kiss to look up into his eyes where I see desire tempered with tenderness. Should I let go and enjoy my night with him? Julian's arm makes its way around my waist. I can feel his hand at the small of my back gently pulling me towards him. Part of me saying, 'NO! You can't do this! He's a person, talk to him!' The other part of me saying 'Just shut up and enjoy it!' When he starts to gently nibble my ear the decision is made. I run my hands up his nicely developed biceps to his shoulders and lean my head back, giving him access to the column of my throat where he leaves a trail of kisses. My skin burning with each sensuous touch of his lips, his hands moving over body as I run my fingers through his soft hair. God, I want to kiss him. As if he read my mind, Julian brings his lips to mine giving me an intensely passionate kiss that sends the heat of my own desire coursing through my body. I no longer have the voice telling me to stop. I break from his lips, smile up at him as I take his hand and lead him over to the sofa. He pulls a condom from his wallet and sets it on the table. I run my hands up under his shirt, feeling his hard muscles and warm skin as I lift the article up over his head. Our lips meet again and I run my hand over his growing erection while he undoes the button and zipper of his pants. Our kiss ends as Julian kicks off his shoes and lets his pants drop to the floor. After kicking them aside he sits down and puts on the condom. I remove of my shoes, slip out of my skirt and slowly unbutton my blouse as if I had all the time in the world, my eyes roaming over his naked, muscled and tattooed body; his eyes burning with lust as they watch each button being undone, a smile curving his luscious lips. I shrug my blouse off and stand before him in my bra and panties. Reaching my arms up, I remove my hair band and shake my hair free, sending the soft dark waves falling around my shoulders. His eyes getting darker with his growing desire, Julian sits forward to kiss my stomach and runs his hands up my thighs to my waist. I run my fingers through his hair; my voice soft as I tell him, "That feels nice." He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly shimmies them down my legs. I step out of them and he inhales deeply of my scent. He sits back and I place my hands on his shoulders as I straddle his hips and sit in his lap. His hands lightly moving up and down my back causing goose bumps to form over my skin. He watches as my nipples tighten and stand at full erection. He sucks one into his warm mouth as his hand cups my other breast, his fingers wasting no time playing with the hardened nub. I close my eyes as a moan of delight slips past my lips. Julian sets the nipple free and I smile at him, "You better take care of the other one or it will become jealous." He softly chuckles before taking the other nipple into his mouth sending little shots of fire through me with each flick of his tongue. Looking into each other's eyes, Julian holds his erection steady as I slowly impale myself on him. I shudder with sheer pleasure at the feeling of having him deep inside me. Our lips meet again in a passionate filled kiss as I slowly start to ride up and down his hard cock, his hands moving over my breasts and playing with my nipples. Julian leans his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he loudly groans his pleasure, his hands gripping the tender flesh of my ass. I kiss and nibble his neck as I concentrate on riding up and down his rigid shaft. With his hands on my hips guiding me and my hands on his shoulders for support, I throw my head back as I continue to ride, "Oh god, you feel good!" My arousal spiraling higher as he brings his hips up to meet mine, our breath mingling with our sighs and moans of intense passion until I reach the point of overload and my orgasm erupts like a volcano sending the lava of gratification coursing through me. Julian's climax shortly follows mine and with a deep groan, he announces its arrival. A few final thrusts and I collapse against his chest. We stay connect while our hearts and breathing return to normal. I slowly dismount and Julian stands, picking me up in his arms he carries me over to the bed. He lays me down gently and as I scoot under the covers. I watch him walk around the room and pick up my clothes, neatly laying them across a chair. When he joins me under the covers, he gives me a big smile and spreads his arms wide in invitation to snuggle up against him. I drift off to sleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat. To see more of C. Casey work go to – www.authorclcasey.com The Errant Sub- Feather
She knew she shouldn't eat it. She held it in her hand and looked at it.
"No chocolate," her Master had said. He had put her on a healthy diet of fresh fruit, meat and vegetables.
"No more junk food," he told her. Six weeks now she had been on the diet. No chocolate for six weeks. She looked at the bar in her hands. She knew she shouldn't have bought it. She had filled her basket in the supermarket with fruit, salad and vegetables, all healthy good food. Then standing in the checkout queue she looked at the chocolate bars on the stand beside her.
It had seemed so long since she had tasted it. She had looked at it for some time before reaching out and picking up this bar that she now held in her hand. Sitting down at the kitchen table she opened the wrapper and took a bite of the chocolate. It tasted so good. She soon finished the whole bar.
It wasn't until she was standing there with the empty wrapper in her hand that she thought about what she had done. This wasn't just about chocolate and her diet. She was a sub. Her Master had ordered her not to eat chocolate and she had disobeyed. She knew she should tell her Master, but she also knew that if she did she would be punished.
At that moment she heard the door open. Her Master was back early. Instinctively she screwed up the wrapper and held it tightly in her hand, not knowing what to do with it, as he walked into the kitchen. She stood up panicking inside and knowing she should tell him what she had done. But he could see that something was wrong. His knew his sub. He could see the look of guilt on her face.
"Do you have something you want to tell me?" he asked.
"No, Sir," she said, trying hard to put a smile on her face. "Would you like a coffee?" she asked, as she turned and walked over to the kettle.
He walked up behind her and turned her round to face him. He took both her hands in his and looked down at her clenched fist. "Are you sure you don't have something to tell me?" he asked again.
She looked into his eyes. His stern gaze made her bow her head. She couldn't look at him. She had disobeyed him. Slowly she opened her hand revealing the chocolate wrapper.
He took the wrapper from her hand and turned and placed it on the table. Then turning back to her, he took her hand and led her to the table. "Sit down," he said. "I want you to stay there until I return."
She sat on the chair as she was told and watched him walk from the room. She heard him go out of the front door and she sat there wishing she had told him straightaway what she had done. Now her punishment would be twice as bad. After about ten minutes she heard him come back into the house and go into his office. Then he went upstairs. She wondered what he was doing and was getting very nervous. She hoped he wouldn't leave it too long before punishing her, because waiting for the punishment was nearly as bad as the punishment itself sometimes.
He left her sitting there another half an hour before coming back into the kitchen and standing in front of her. She couldn't look at him, but could feel his gaze on her. She felt ashamed. Her Master was good to her and she shouldn't have disobeyed him. He took her hand and led her from the kitchen and up the stairs. He took her into the spare room. This room was hardly ever used, but he had occasionally used it as a punishment room. There was very little in the room, except for an old chest and a dining chair. There was a large mat in the centre of the carpeted floor.
He stood her on the mat. "Kneel down," he said. She did as she was told and knelt in the centre of the mat. "You are to stay on this mat," he continued. You are not to leave it until you are told to do so." He lifted her chin up making her look at him. "Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," she answered.
He then walked over to the chest and picked up some large envelopes. He placed them in a row in front of her at the edge of the mat. He stood behind them facing her. "Inside each of these nine envelopes is a bar of chocolate," he said. "And they are yours, my sub, to eat and enjoy."
She looked up at him, at his smile, but the smile didn't show in his eyes. She looked down again and wondered what he was up to.
"You are to eat one bar for each meal. As you have already had breakfast and lunch you may only have one for your evening meal today and then no more until breakfast." He walked towards her and lifted her chin again. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," she said, still wondering where the punishment was going to come into it.
He bent down and whispered in her ear. "But beware, my sub." Walking back and standing behind the envelopes, he continued, "for inside three of the envelopes are punishments and if you pick one of those you must do the punishment." He stood there for a moment watching her kneeling with her head bowed. "Do you have any questions? He asked.
"How long do I have to stay here, Sir?"
"Until I say otherwise," he answered. "Now stand up and remove all your clothes and then kneel back on the mat."
She did as he said. Picking up all her clothes, he said, "you may kneel or sit on the mat, but you are not to stand up and you are not to lie down." He then left the room closing the door behind him.
She didn't have her watch on, but she knew it must be about 6 o'clock by now. In an hour it would start to get dark. Was he going to leave her here in the dark on this mat, she wondered? She looked at the envelopes. She knew that she had to open one of them and that she had better do it before dark, because if there was a written punishment in the envelope she would need to be able to read it.
She hesitated, wondering which one to pick up. She decided on the middle one. She opened it slowly hoping there would be no punishment inside. She pulled out the chocolate bar and looked inside the envelope, but there was nothing else there. She felt relief, but knew with each envelope she opened her chance of not getting a punishment was less. She didn't really feel like the chocolate. It hadn't been that long since she'd had a bar, but she knew that she would have to eat it. She wished now that she could have dinner instead. When she had finished, she screwed up the wrapper, put it back in the envelope and placed the envelope on the floor behind the others.
Her knees were hurting from kneeling. She sat down and straightened her legs out in front of her, stretching them. She sat there for some time, thinking about what she had done and regretting doing it now. It was almost dark and she was sitting here on this mat when she could have been downstairs eating dinner and enjoying the company of her Master.
She didn't know how long she had been there, but she couldn't get comfortable, she could see very little in the darkness and she was now feeling very cold. She sat on the mat with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms around her legs, trying to keep warm. She wondered how long he was going to keep her here. Was he going to let her go to bed?
Her answer came shortly afterwards, when the door opened and he walked in. "You may go to the bathroom," he said, "and when you return you are to sit back on the mat."
She did as she was told and on returning knelt down in the centre of the mat. The light from the landing shone into the room and she watched as he opened the chest and took a cushion and a blanket from it. He placed the cushion on the end of the mat and handed her the blanket. "You may now lie down," he said, "but you are to keep on the mat. Goodnight, my sub."
"Thank you, Sir," she said. "Goodnight." He closed the door and the light was gone again. This was going to be a long punishment, she thought. She would rather have a quick whipping and have it over and done with. She didn't like this. She lay down and put the blanket over her. At least she was warmer, but the floor was hard and she couldn't stretch out or her feet would have gone off the edge of the mat. It was going to be a very uncomfortable night.
She had somehow managed to get comfortable and warm on the hard floor and awoke to find her Master standing over her. "I have brought you some fresh water," he said.
"Thank you, Sir," she said, as she tried to wake herself up.
"I hope you slept well. Now get up please and fold your blanket and give it and the cushion to me. Then you may go to the bathroom."
She felt stiff as she stood up, but did so as quickly as she could. She folded the blanket, picked up the cushion and handed them both to her Master. He walked over to the chest and put them away.
"You may sit or kneel again," he said, as she returned from the bathroom "And now you may have your breakfast."
"Thank you, Sir," she said and waited for him to leave the room. But he continued to stand there, watching her.
"Are you not hungry?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," she replied and picked up the jug of water and poured a glass. She found she was very thirsty and drank half a glass in one go. She then picked up one of the envelopes and tore it open. She pulled out the chocolate, but wrapped around it was a piece of paper. She looked up at her Master, but he said nothing.
She felt very humiliated, having him standing there watching as she was about to read the punishment. She slowly opened out the piece of paper and read the words: 'You are to go and sit on the chair, with your legs spread apart, your feet on the ground, your hands resting on your thighs. You are to take nothing to the chair with you. You will remain there, in that position, until told to move.'
She put down the note and chocolate and stood up. She couldn't look at her Master, but knew his eyes were on her as she walked to the chair. She sat herself down in the position he had ordered. She sat there with her head bowed and waited.
Her Master walked over to her and stood in front of her. He bent down and whispered to her. "I see you have found one of the punishments, my sub." He put his hand down to her shaved cunt and pushed two fingers inside her. He pushed them in and out making her wet. She looked up at him. She needed him. He pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, sucking her juices from them. He then squeezed her clit gently and rubbed it between his thumb and finger. She struggled not to move from the position she had been ordered to sit in. She closed her eyes as he continued rubbing her clit and felt close to coming, when he stopped.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He had that devious twinkle in his eye that she knew so well. "I see you weren't hungry after all," he said, as he looked towards the chocolate bar on the floor. "Maybe, you'll be hungry by lunchtime." He turned around and walked from the room leaving her wet and hungry, but not for food. She needed to be fucked.
Her Master hadn't closed the door behind him when he had left and now a strong smell of bacon was coming from downstairs. How she wished she hadn't had that chocolate bar. She missed her Master and she missed eating proper food. She wanted to be downstairs with him, kneeling at his side and knowing that he was pleased with her. But he wasn't pleased with her, which is why she was sitting here on this uncomfortable, hard chair, unable to move or stretch.
By lunchtime she was very hungry and very uncomfortable. She needed to move and stretch. She needed to get out of this room. Her Master came in and told her again to go to the bathroom. This time he followed her though. She was never allowed to close the bathroom door, but usually he left her to go alone. Occasionally however, he would go with her and watch her as he did now. She found this humiliating and embarrassing. He walked up to her as she started to piss. He pushed her knees wide apart and stood there watching.
On returning to the room, he again made her sit on the mat. He then left and it was some time before he returned with a plate of food. She felt relief. She was going to be allowed to eat. He placed the food on the mat and then sat down and began to eat it. He had a piece of quiche and some salad. "I thought we could have lunch together," he said. "You may eat the bar of chocolate you have already taken from the envelope."
"Thank you, Sir," she said, disappointed not to be eating the quiche, but grateful at least that she didn't have to open another envelope.
On finishing, he again left her sitting on the mat. It seemed a very long time that she was left to sit there. She changed position time after time, but could no longer get comfortable. She was bored and had had enough of this punishment. She wondered how long it would go on for. Surely he wouldn't keep her here another night, she thought. It would soon be dinner time, time to open another envelope. She hoped she wouldn't find another punishment.
After what seemed like an eternity, her Master entered the room again. He handed her black dress to her. "You are to put that on, tidy yourself up and then you may come down to the dining room."
"Thank you, Sir,” she said, with a big smile on her face. He left and went downstairs and she went to the bedroom to make herself presentable. She put on the dress and went downstairs. She found him sitting at the dining table with a plate of steak and chips in front of him. "You may sit," he said. She sat down, but in front of her was a large slice of chocolate gateaux. He watched the smile go from her face as she looked at the cake.
"What's the matter, my sub," he asked. "I thought you liked chocolate. I bought it especially."
"Thank you, Sir," she said, "but I really don't feel like chocolate any more."
He rose from the table and picked up her plate and took it to the kitchen. He returned and placed another plate in front of her. This time, a plate of steak and salad. She looked up at him and smiled. "Enjoy, my sub," he whispered.
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