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Fortunately, the rest of the flight to Melbourne was fairly uneventful. I used the time to get my senses under control. After we landed, I waited until everybody else had moved off the plane before I disembarked. I slowly made my way to the exit and was greeted by a well-dressed chauffeur holding a card with my name on it. He introduced himself and was clearly happy to have me as a client that day; he couldn’t take his eyes off me. Thankfully, he kept his distance and chatted pleasantly, informing me that we only had a short drive to the hotel.
The walk to the car was excruciating. Those fucking balls were insidious. Initially, I had hardly noticed them, and the thought had crossed my mind that they were over-hyped rubbish. Gradually, they made their presence felt, especially hanging on the outside. I felt like the inner ball was clattering against the outer one, softly hitting against my lips. Honestly, it was starting to feel quite freaky, and by the time I made it to the car, all I could think about were the sensations building up in my vagina. And what was worse – much, much, much worse – was that all this time, gravity was threatening to expel them.
At one point I was convinced that the balls were dropping and I actually stopped and crouched down on my haunches. Again, I tried to ripple my muscles to pull them back, but it made no difference. I looked around furtively and didn't see anyone close by. I quickly pressed my hand up my skirt to poke the ball back into place.
But the fucking thing hadn’t moved. It felt like it was sliding out to join its partner, but it was actually perfectly secure. Fuck! And as soon as I started to walk the damned sensations started up again, like little monsters, tickling and scratching at my insides. Nothing astonishing, nothing over-the-top, but all so unbearable. I was almost screaming, my fists clenched, jaw clamped shut. It was the longest short walk I've ever known. I was exhausted by the time I got to the car.
We were underway in a couple of minutes and I received a text message on my cell: “ Make sure the driver sees your pussy when he lets you out of the car.”
Well, why not? Just about everybody else had seen it or come close to seeing it that day. Besides, it would be a fleeting glimpse, and then I would be safe inside the hotel room. I prepared to let my driver get a good look under my skirt at my pussy in all its glory, with a ball bearing hanging out of it. It was his lucky day.
The car pulled up to the front of the hotel. I spread my legs so that my skirt would ride high enough for his viewing pleasure. He opened my door and his mouth opened in a stupid, slobbering grin. Unfortunately, as I put my hand on the seat to push myself up, I pressed on the fabric of my skirt as well, which forced the garment up to my waste, and the doormen of the hotel got a great sight. Blushing, trying to hold my head high, I smoothed my skirt down, thanked the driver, and walked into the hotel. I could feel the eyes on me. Being exposed like that only served to rekindle my senses and I was off again, nipples and clitoris throbbing like mad.
Room 609 was as neat as a pin with a queen-sized bed at one end and a huge spa bath full of bubbling hot water at the other. Candles danced on the table surfaces, and bouquets of white roses were littered here and there. A blindfold beckoned to me from the bed. Dutifully, I pulled it over my head and waited in the center of the room.
I stood for several minutes, wondering what awaited me next. My pussy was on fire and the moisture swathed the insides of my thighs. The sensation of expectation was intense.
Finally, I heard the door open and close. I heard a click and then the sound of soft, soothing music. I could feel a person moving around the room, coming closer and closer. There was a breath of air on my neck, and then the feel of lips against my ear. A hand brushed my hair back from ears and traced along my collarbones.
I was fully dressed, and stood without any touch to my intimate parts, and yet, I was on the verge of an orgasm the likes of which I had never felt before. Every inch of my body was screaming out to be touched, licked, or kissed. Yet nothing happened; there was only silence…A silence that teased my senses even more. I was trembling, my knees were shaking. I was going to collapse at any minute.
I felt a hand on my jacket. Ever so gently, the buttons were undone. The touch was so soft that the fabric of the jacket hardly moved. The jacket was opened, the silky lining brushing my nipples. The contact to my nipples felt like an electric shock. Then a hand at my skirt, lifting slowly, and then allowing it to drop. An inspection! I was being checked to see that I had complied with all the instructions.
The sides of my jacket were pushed open further, fully exposing my breasts, and then the garment slid over my shoulders and down my arms. Fingers traced up my ribcage to my armpits, then over my breasts. My nipples were left untouched and aching. I felt his fingers reach inside the waist-band of my skirt, gradually expanding it so it would move easily over my hips. The skirt slid down my legs. I thought back to how I had looked that morning, staring at myself in the mirror dressed only in my bra and shoes – he was now enjoying the same view.
After a moment of inactivity and silence, his hands brushed across my nipples, tracing my skin down over my stomach to my smooth, bare pussy lips where his fingers opened me up, exposing my hard, throbbing clit. Immediately, I felt his tongue on my clit. Oh God, it was good.
I had been waiting for this since receiving my invitation: this orgasm. I could feel the tingling in the lower part of my stomach and I knew it would not be long until I came. Involuntarily, I started moaning and pushing my hips so as to give him easier access. He licked me for only a moment, and then stopped.
He took my hand, leading me to another part of the room. I stopped abruptly when I softly bumped into a piece of furniture, a chair. I felt pressure from his hand in the middle of my back, pushing me forward. Then I realized he wanted me to lean forward, which I did. He guided me until my hands and then my head were touching the seat of the chair. It was then that I remembered the balls inside me, as they rolled forward and settled on the front wall of my vagina. An interesting sensation indeed.
He tied the smoothest of silk to my wrists and then to the legs of the chair. Then I felt his finger on my backside, gently tracing down my crack to my thigh. Oh, that was so good! But he did not stop there. Gently, he pushed on my left leg, forcing it wider, opening me up a little. He tied the same silk to my ankle and secured it to the chair, and he did the same to my right. I was spread wide open, truly exposed, and completely helpless!
He left me like this for what seemed like ages and, whilst I felt a little embarrassment at being trussed up like this, I was also getting hornier, if that was possible. My clit was throbbing, my lips were swollen, and my juices were flowing so much that my thighs were getting wet. I had never done anything like this before and it was exciting.
My anticipation built rapidly. I wondered what happen next? Where would he touch me? What would he do? I felt each slight draft of air as it passed over my wetness. Each minute seemed to stretch into hours, and all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat racing.
The touch directly on my anus was a shock. I gasped out loud as the tip of a finger moved in a minute, circular motion, teasing the sensitive opening. It only took a moment and my bottom began moving with the motion of the finger, undulating almost obscenely, despite itself. The finger paused for a moment, waiting directly in the center of the opening, and I held my breath. It was as though time were suspended, waiting for the next movement. When it came, a moment later, it was a long, firm movement.
His forefinger slid fully into my bottom until it was embedded to the third knuckle. I gasped and arched my back at the sensation of his finger penetrating me. He pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in again. I couldn't believe the sensation. I had never imagined I could get so hot from being touched there. Again his finger withdrew and then plunged into me. This time I couldn't stifle a moan at the feeling.
The finger pulled from me slowly and my anal muscles contracted in a vain attempt to keep him inside me. My breathing was coming in short, ragged breaths now and I knew that if he kept up the violation of my bottom any longer, I would come from that sensation alone.
I whimpered softly as his finger pulled from me. I waited, my back arched slightly. I knew that the position left my bottom pushed out. I imagined how I must look, my bottom and pussy offered from behind to my part-time lover. I waited quietly for whatever he had planned next.
His fingers slid up my thigh, moving slowly closer and closer to my wetness. He cupped my mound gently with one hand and began stroking my pussy lips lengthwise. I waited for him to take me there, but he had other plans. One finger stroked the length of my slit, moving my juices up and across my engorged clitoris. I moaned at the feeling. I felt my anus being touched again – it was cold, lubricated. The object at my rear passage was not a finger, I quickly realized it was too hard. What was it?
The plastic plug slid into me, opening my already slippery bottom. As the plug was inserted, I felt it getting wider and wider. My breathing became ragged, short, sharp breaths as the plastic intruder violated my rectum. Suddenly, the widest part pushed past my sphincter and the plug became very narrow quickly. My muscles pulled the plastic up into me, filling my bottom with it, and I could feel the T-handle lodged against the outside of my anus.
My stomach muscles rippled in the beginnings of an orgasm, and my anus clamped down hard on the plastic plug. One tiny movement of the plug, or his finger on my clit, would be enough to propel me over the edge. But he wouldn't let me yet.
There was a long pause. A time that seemed endless.
I felt I was now more under control, but the first touch on the plastic plug in my bottom was incredibly intense. I cried out at the feeling and arched my back again as he twisted it slowly inside of me. His fingers grasped the plug and moved it in and out in minute movements. He started to pull the plug from me and I thought I would faint. My pussy gushed more of my juices and I knew that my thighs were soaked with them. I couldn't stop moaning and whimpering as the object was slowly pulled from me. My sphincter grasped at it. I knew my face was beet red, both from excitement and from the humiliation of so exposing myself like this. Then he pulled the plug all the way out, leaving me trembling.
The cock of his head pressed against my anus. He was well lubricated, and my bottom was, of course, completely slippery. I held my breath. He waited until I started to relax, then pushed the head of his cock into me. I gasped. He was in! I had never thought it would be so easy and so, so hot! He held himself there for a moment but I pushed backward, wanting all of him. A moment later, he was buried in me to the hilt.
My body was a riot of sensations, my pussy was still soaking wet and my clit was quivering. My nipples had been hard since I arrived, and now they were so hard they ached. The blindfold helped me focus my attention completely on what was being done to me.
He started to move slowly, in and out, and I rocked with the rhythm. I was getting closer and closer. I heard his breath getting shorter and I knew he'd come soon, just like me. The movements were quicker and deeper. When he paused, leaving only the head of his cock inside of me, I moaned in frustration and tried vainly to push back on him. Then he gave a big thrust, pushing his penis deep inside me.
My orgasm rushed in on me from all sides and as it did, he again plunged back into me fully and deeply. I cried out and felt my rectum squeeze him tight. That was all it took for him and I felt his cum shoot deep into my bowels as I thrust myself hard back onto him.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, cascading over me again and again until he slid out of me, leaving me exhausted and collapsed over the chair, my silk bonds keeping me from falling to the floor.
I lay there like for a long time, catching my breath and trying to regain control of my senses. Then I heard the spa come on. Oh, the thought of a bath was heavenly.
My bonds were untied and I was helped to my feet. This was just as well as my legs would not have supported me at this point. He guided me to the spa and helped me slide into it, the blindfold still over my eyes. The warm, soapy water felt so good on my skin, and it and soothed my throbbing anus. I lay in the bath for a long time, enjoying the warmth and the bubbles around me.
He entered the bath and lifted me to standing. He washed my skin with the softest of sponges. In the afterglow of my orgasm, being bathed made me feel like an absolute princess.
He helped me out of the bath and into a bathrobe, then patted me dry. When I was reasonably dry he removed the robe and dried all my private parts with a towel, making sure no nook or cranny was missed. I felt a cold splash on my pussy lips and under my breasts, and I could smell my favorite perfume.
Hi fingers pressed my pussy lips, and he slid one finger inside my still warm slit, pushing in between my extremely swollen lips. He grabbed the string on the duo balls and gently pulled. The sensation was electric as the balls pulled against my vagina and slid out. He did this all very slowly, teasing me and starting my excitement again.
The balls dropped away, and almost immediately something else was pushed inside me – it was slightly bigger than the balls but singular in nature. His finger slid between my cheeks and, as before, it was cold and wet, but this time the consistency of the lubricant was much thicker. He smeared the stuff around my anus took his finger away.
My leg was lifted and placed through what felt like the leg hole of a soft, lacy thong. Then my right leg was placed through the same, and the lace was pulled up around my hips. He was dressing me. I had been undressed by men before, but never dressed. This was indeed a pleasant, if somewhat unusual, surprise.
Did this mean it was all over? He had not spoken all this time and I dared not ask. He continued to dress me: shoes, bra, skirt, jacket.
My blindfold was removed. He stood before me, stark naked and smiling.
“Hello,” he said simply, “I hope you have enjoyed your adventure so far.”
“Yes, I have,” I replied. “So far? Does that mean there is more?”
“Oh yes, we are nowhere near finished yet,” he said. “It’s lunch time and there’s a table booked for us. I will get dressed and leave you to do any make up or grooming you consider necessary. Please meet me in the dining room.”
It was obvious he expected me to not reply, but I was puzzled. “Nowhere near finished yet.” I couldn’t imagine what else he might have in mind for my tortured, yet very satisfied, body.
I got make up bag, and as I walked to the bathroom, the thing he had put inside me moved. I knew whatever he had planned would involve this new invader.
He dressed quickly and left me alone. I was ready quickly, and headed down stairs to the dining room. That new toy rested on the front of my vagina against what had become a very sensitive area, courtesy of all the activities so far. My lips were still swollen and I was very aware of every move I made; walking only seemed to stimulate me even more.
By the time I reached the dining room, my pussy was quite moist and my clit was beginning to throb again. I have to admit, I smiled while I walked, thanks to the thing inside me. The maitre d’ checked the table and escorted me in the right direction.
Before I reached the table, I felt a sensation I would remember for the rest of my life. The thing in my pussy suddenly came alive! It started to vibrate deep inside me and I felt the beginnings of another incredible orgasm. Luckily, I was able to make to my chair without giving too much away to the diners around us, but I knew it would not be long before this orgasm would really hit me.
He greeted me cheerily “Hi, how are you?’
“Fine,” I said
“Anything wrong?”
“Not at all, except that my pussy is about to explode into orgasm in public. What are you doing to me?”
He held up a small remote control and flicked a button. Immediately, the vibrating stopped and my impending orgasm began to subside. That was a relief, but I was still damn horny.
Lunch progressed fairly normally, other than occasionally checking to make sure my jacket wasn’t revealing too much. Judging by the bulge in the waiter’s pants, I was sure he was getting a pretty good view. We were getting pretty good service, and the vibrator would come on every now and then to add a little oomph to the meal.
After my second glass of red wine, I was starting to feel pretty relaxed.
“So how do you like your new thong?” he asked.
I replied, “It’s cute, but not what I would normally wear”
“Oh really? Why is that?”
“It’s a lot smaller than my others,” I said. It was actually so tiny it hardly covered my mound.
“Well if you don’t like it, I will take it back.”
“There’s no need to do that.”
“Yes I will. Give it to me and I will take it back.”
“Okay, if you insist.”
He held his hand out.
“Now?” I asked, a little incredulous.
He nodded. I got up to find the ladies.
“No, take it off here.”
I looked at him and immediately knew he meant it. His was still reaching out.
“Now.”
I looked around. No one was paying any attention to us, so I slowly lifted my skirt up, slid the thong down my legs and handed it to him. Now I felt vulnerable, naked, and hornier than I thought possible. The vibrator and this latest challenge had really done their jobs on me. Despite having had two absolutely mind-blowing orgasms already today, I was desperate for another one. And it felt like it was not far away.
After lunch we made our way back to the room. My pussy tingled from the vibrator and my legs were so weak he had to support me when we walked. When we got into the room we embraced, and I felt his body on mine. He must have been as horny as me – his hard on pressed firmly into my lower stomach. His face was inches from mine, breath wispering against my cheek, and it felt more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced. Suddenly, I was petrified, too nervous to move, my brow icy cold and hands hot. The enormity of what I was doing sunk in.
He bent forward and kissed me. His mouth opened and his breath mingled with mine, while he ran his fingers through my hair, gently pulling me closer to him, increasing the intimacy, tightening the bond.
His hand dropped to my shoulders and onto my back, fingers etching their lust on my spine, writing of passion, desire, tracing their way down the length of my body to my pelvis. Flattening his hand, he slid it onto my hip and then my buttock, which he smoothed, seduced and pulled towards him. Still, our kiss endured, and I was dizzy with desire and lack of air. His hands continued, following the slopes of my flesh, the contours of my body: waist and stomach, upwards, upwards, to my breasts, and then he held them, held me, his thumbs grazing my nipples, over and over, over and over.
Finally we submitted. We parted our breaths and stood nose to nose. He began to unbutton my jacket, so slowly, each button a milepost closer to his goal, and when he reached my stomach he folded the jacket over my shoulders, letting it fall, letting me stand before him, aroused and ready. I slid my skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor. He smiled and nodded, appraising my body, then stood back and began to remove his clothes. I held my breath as he undressed, completely, divesting himself of shirt, tie, and trousers. He was naked before me. His cock was erect and hard. It looked enormous. I remembered that only a little while ago that thing was rammed inside my rectum, giving me some of the greatest pleasure I had ever known.
He stripped the quilt from the bed and we lay on the sheets, side by side, staring and touching, my hand on his cheek, finger against his lip, letting him bite, letting him slide it into his mouth. And we kissed, our faces tilting, mouths reaching towards each other, tongues extended.
"Relax," he said, kissing me once more, running his hand up my waist towards my breast and enclosing it softly. He edged down the bed and began to kiss my neck and shoulders, chest and breasts, finally alighting on my right nipple and teasing it into his mouth. His tongue, so delicate, so soft, so warm, began to draw unknown sensations from me and I felt a shiver slide down my body. I sighed and he looked up in amusement, before falling, once more, onto my nipple.
All the while, his hand was gradually sliding down my stomach, fingers stretched, easing across my skin, spidering towards my mons. He flattened his palm against it and smoothed his fingers across my baby-soft skin, sneaking downwards, ever closer to my sodden pussy. As he touched it for the first time a jolt of energy erupted through me, as though I had been electrocuted, and involuntarily I squeezed my thighs shut, trapping his hand between them. I laughed and ran my hand through his hair, easing my legs apart again and leaving myself open.
His fingers began to probe, flickering across my lips, nails grazing gently against them, then sliding inwards, gathering my juices and slipping easily inside me. Immediately, he drew his fingers up again, running his index finger directly against my clitoris. I squealed as he stopped and placed the tip of his finger against it, pressing and teasing, before beginning to slide round and around it. I started to buck my hips as he elicited deep-rooted sensations from me, my clitoris suddenly bursting to life with its new attention.
Sliding further down the bed, he began to drag his tongue down my chest and belly, following the line his fingers had taken minutes before, leaving a gentle cascade of kisses on my flesh. As his head approached my pelvis my heart began to hammer in my chest, another moment of imminent sexual revelation impressing itself on my senses. I parted my legs as wide as I could and waited for the moment.
And it arrived.
His tongue dragged downwards over my mons towards my slit. He was progressing in slow motion, but finally he reached his goal and I felt his breath on my pussy, then his lips on mine, and then his tongue edging forward, probing gently, purposefully, parting my lips and entering me. I was wetter than I think I've ever been, my body racked by pleasure, muscles rigid and fingers clenched. He began to lick, tracing his tongue up and down my slit, the hot wetness of his mouth leaving me breathless. My clitoris was crying out for attention and I bucked beneath him, trying to manoeuvre myself into position. He quickly took the hint and sealed his mouth around it, sucking it into his mouth, playing his teeth against it, rolling his tongue over and across.
"Just suck," I breathed. "Hard. Suck hard."
He fell onto me once more and did as I asked. My thigh muscles were rigid, calves almost cramping, and my abdomen was tensed to the point of pain. I felt on the edge of a precipice, teetering, on the verge of collapsing into an abyss and not certain whether I wanted to be saved or not. And then I knew. Fluttering, flashing, frenzied sensations were building in my stomach and womb, circling and clashing inside me, building in strength and speed as though readying themselves to be unleashed. I was panting rhythmically, my hands gripping the sheet and twisting it this way and that. He sucked and sucked, occasionally flicking his tongue across the sensitized tip of my clitoris, and finally I succumbed.
With a scream I gave in, my muscles relaxing for an instant as my climax erupted from my womb and sped through every inch of my body. My eyes blazed, sparks of light dancing before them; my ears were popping with the buzz of hysteria; my skin was alive, thrumming with energy. I couldn't keep quiet, the intensity of my orgasm leaving me with no control over my faculties. I panted and moaned and sighed and screamed and I never wanted the moment to end.
We made love for the rest of the afternoon. It was slow and extraordinary. It was warm and precious. It was intimate and breathless. It was magnificent.
It was time to bring this sensational day to an end. We bathed in the spa and fooled around a little but did not start anything. Time was now short and I needed to be back on the plane.
He drove me to the airport and saw me to my plane. I was on my way home. The day had ended but the memory would continue forever.
Originally published February 2009