Danielle and I

As we entered the hotel room, Danielle said she needed to use the bathroom, and she'd be right out. Perfect! I hurriedly went over to my suitcase, and got both of my neckties out of it. Working quickly before Danielle finished in the bathroom, I tied a necktie to each side of the headboard, leaving almost the rest of the necktie loose. I tucked the free ends underneath the pillows so Danielle wouldn't see them, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

Danielle came out of the bathroom, and walked over to where I was sitting, but before she could say anything, I grabbed her around the waist, and quickly flipped her facedown onto the bed. In an instant I undid the button-snap of her jeans, and quickly pulled them down below her knees. Now her firm, round ass was exposed to me.

She struggled for a bit, but I lightly slapped her on the cheeks of her butt -- no harder than you'd "high-five" someone -- and told her to lie still, she had been a bad girl and was going to be punished for what she had done. Much to my surprise, Danielle immediately quit struggling and quickly complied.

I told Danielle in a serious tone of voice that if she did what I said, I wouldn't hurt her, but if she struggled then I would "blister her bottom". Actually, I would never, ever physically harm Danielle -- or any woman, for that matter -- but she didn't need to know that little detail at this particular moment. Grabbing the back of her jeans, I pulled Danielle over to me and lifted her hips so that she was lying across my lap.

Very lightly, very gently, I began to spank her luscious, round, ass. I'd slap it just hard enough to watch the cheeks of her ass jiggle a little -- not hard enough to leave a red mark, just a light, almost tender, slap.

After administering two dozen or so soft smacks, I stopped for a bit, and what I had hoped would happen had come true -- Danielle liked being spanked! I could smell the unmistakable bouquet of her womanly aroma lightly wafting from between her legs, and I knew she was getting turned on!

I told Danielle to crawl forward on the bed, spread her arms out towards the headboard, and not to look at me or say anything -- and again, much to my surprise, she immediately did so! As she did, I crawled up behind her, and as Danielle extended her arm, I pulled the free end of the necktie from underneath the pillow and tied it around her wrist. I then tied her other wrist to the other side of the bed, so that her arms were tied into place, spread out above her.

Danielle hadn't said anything or struggled, and I moved back to the foot of the bed, and removed her shoes. Quickly I pulled her jeans down her long, tan legs, leaving only her purple thong panties on. I climbed onto the bed, sat beside Danielle and reached underneath her. I unbuttoned her blouse, and undid the hook on her front-snap brassiere. She was just how I wanted her -- almost naked, with her shirt on, but her breasts easily accessible to me.

For the final touch, I took one of the pillows off of the bed, doubled it over, and slipped it underneath her stomach and abdomen so that her round, jiggly rump was raised in the air a little. Danielle hadn't said anything, and I was becoming curious to see how far she'd let me proceed before she said something or began to struggle.

I climbed off of the bed, walked up to the front of the bed so Danielle could see me, and undid my leather belt. Quickly pulling it out of my pants so it made a "Th-p-p-p-p-p-p-t" sound as it went through the belt loops in my pants, I told Danielle again to be quiet and lay still.

Moving back to the foot of the bed where she couldn't see me, I turned off the lights, leaving only the one soft light on the nightstand on. I hurriedly removed all my clothes, and sat back down on the bed on Danielle's blind side.

Again I told her that she had been a bad girl, and was going to be punished for what she'd done to me. I began to gently tug on her panties, until they slipped down her legs and I could remove them.

I lightly brushed my leather belt over the cheeks of her luscious ass, and then ever so gently smacked her with it, while telling her how naughty she was for what she'd done. Again, and again I slapped her tushy with my belt -- just hard enough to make her buttcheeks wiggle.

Danielle was facing the wall with her eyes closed, and I took my hand and began to lightly stroke the insides of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass -- making sure to get close to her opening, but not touch it. Over and over again I gently fondled the cheeks of her ass and the insides of her thighs, until finally I let my finger graze across her labia.

I began to lightly stroke her outer lips, as I rubbed my middle finger up and down her gash, and ever so slightly moved my fingers forward to where her clit was. Danielle moaned softly when I did this, and moved her hips back reflexively. I took the belt, lightly slapped Danielle on her ass, and told her that if she didn't lie still, that the next one would be harder -- and she immediately stopped moving.

Moving my fingers back down to her center, I slowly slipped my middle finger into Danielle's dripping wetness. I penetrated her just enough to find the little rough spot on her front wall, and began to gently massage it with my fingertip, while delicately diddling her clit with my thumb. Without a doubt, Danielle was thoroughly enjoying this! Her labia were cherry red and swollen, and her insides were hotter than a blast furnace -- in addition to being soaking wet. I noticed a large wet spot on the pillowcase, where some of her juices had oozed onto it -- apparently Danielle was really excited!

I gently masturbated Danielle until I felt the unmistakable signs of her approaching orgasm -- I could feel her steamy tunnel beginning to get even wetter than before, and it softly clenched my invading finger and fluttered around it. A few more gentle strokes with my finger until I knew she was just about to climax -- and I stopped.

Danielle gasped with surprise and frustration, and as before, I took the belt and lightly whacked her on her round derriere, telling her to be quiet. Again, and again, and again I made her ride the roller coaster -- gently stimulating Danielle until I knew she was about to have an orgasm, then stopping, waiting until she'd calmed down, then starting again. Time after time I'd bring Danielle almost to the peak, but I wouldn't let her climax -- making her endure the exquisite torture of not being able to achieve an orgasm.

By this time, I was harder than granite and I figured Danielle had had enough. After slapping her rump lightly a few more times with my hand, I moved in behind her, rubbed the head of my penis up and down her dripping-wet gash, and then slowly sank my rock-hard erection into the center of her teasingly abused femininity.

Danielle let out a loud moan and immediately began pushing back at me, trying to force me deeper inside her. Grabbing her around her waist, I began to forcefully pound her, the blows from my hips making the cheeks of her fleshy ass wiggle and shimmy with every thrust.

Her hot, scalding juices trickled down my scrotum as I thrust into her again and again, while Danielle moaned and wailed with pleasure. I could feel her approaching another climax, and, just like before, I suddenly stopped. Danielle wiggled her hips, but I slapped her rump and told her to be still.

It took all of my self-control not to climax inside Danielle! Her tunnel was spasming and squeezing my shaft, and her juices were gushing out of her like Hoover Dam had broken! We've had some incredible lovemaking sessions, but she's never been this hot, or wet, or tight before!

After several seconds had passed, I felt as if I could continue again. I resumed thrusting inside of Danielle, pulling her onto me as I lunged forward, trying to shove as much of myself into her as I possibly could. Danielle was making nonstop groaning noises as I plunged in and out of her soft and spongy depths, repeating the process over and over -- letting Danielle almost climax, then stopping, cooling down, and starting all over again - denying her an orgasm, until finally after about fifteen minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore.

I slipped my hand underneath her waist, found her swollen and prominent clit, and began to vigorously massage it with my fingers. Danielle began to moan louder than before, and she pushed back at me as I skewered her onto my hardness. My testicles were about to burst with anticipation, and with a final powerful thrust, I buried myself as deeply as possible inside of Danielle's soggy tunnel, and exploded inside of her. Danielle began to shriek with orgasmic delight as she finally began to experience her long-denied climax, and also felt me climaxing inside her.

Hard, long, heavy spurts shot out of my tip and into her blast furnace-like wetness as my penis throbbed and throbbed again. I climaxed with such force, I'm surprised that semen wasn't gushing out of Danielle's mouth or nose! Danielle's whole body trembled and quivered as she repeatedly climaxed, and I could see her strain and pull against where her wrists were tied. I continued my assault on her clitoris, until I felt the pulsations in my testicles diminish, and I knew I'd completely emptied myself into her welcoming vagina.

I became so light-headed from my orgasm, that I had to put my hands on Danielle's hips and support myself to keep from toppling over. After what seemed to be a heavenly eternity, it was finally over. I slipped out of Danielle, gently pulled the pillow out from underneath her, climbed off of the bed, and untied her left wrist. Danielle lay spread-eagle on the bed for several seconds as I flopped down on the bed.

I sprawled on the bed next to Danielle, and moved so that my groin was almost level with her face. Wordlessly, Danielle moved her head over, took my still semi-erect manhood into her mouth, and began to delicately lick and suck upon it. Although it felt wonderful, I knew that I'd need awhile to regroup before I would be ready to go again.

Reaching down, I lazily fondled Danielle's breasts and played with her hard nipples as she licked and lapped our mixed juices off of me. After a couple of minutes, I withdrew from Danielle's mouth, and quickly reached over and untied her right wrist. I stretched out on the bed, and looked over at Danielle.

Danielle rubbed her wrists to get some circulation back into them, then curled up next to me on the bed, with her arm draped over my chest. She looked up at me with her beautiful sapphire eyes, but still didn't say anything -- the look on her face one of supreme satisfaction and exhausted contentment. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my side, and I could hear her breathing deeply, as she slowly regained her senses.

I hugged her close to me for several seconds and kissed her forehead, neither of us saying anything. Finally, after a few minutes, Danielle raised up on one arm, and passionately kissed me. She laid her head on my chest and lovingly told me how incredibly fantastic that was, how being tied up and dominated was one of her deepest, darkest, never spoken of, fantasies, and she wondered how I knew. Danielle said that being submissive to someone was something that she'd always wanted to try, but she never had been with anyone that she trusted enough to let them dominate her so completely.

To this day, Danielle doesn't know how I figured out that she might be receptive to some mild domination. I'm not going to tell her that I didn't know, and that it was a lucky guess -- at least not for awhile. I'll just let her think that I can read her like a book, and keep thinking up different ways to make her love me all the more.

Time seems to pass without notice when Danielle and I make love. We'll get back to my hotel room a little after ten in the evening, disrobe, and begin making love. We'll make love, climax, and rest for a while, make love, climax, and rest for awhile, make love again, climax, rest, then one of us will look at the clock and it will be after two in the morning! Somehow, every moment I spend with Danielle seems to slip by so quickly -- it seems that sometimes I'm leaving Seattle as soon as I get there. The time I spend away from Danielle seems to be almost infinite, the time I spend with her is measured in nanoseconds.

In all my years, I've never met anyone whom I feel so comfortable with, so open towards, so relaxed with! I can tell Danielle anything, and the reverse is true for her. I know for a fact that there are things that she's told me that she's never mentioned to either her best friend Kimberly, or her mother Susan. Danielle and I have no secrets between us -- the only things that are hidden between us, are the topics we somehow just haven't talked about yet.

Earlier this summer I'm back home, and my wife and I go to Kenny and Susan's for dinner one weekend evening. As we have dinner, Susan tells me how much she appreciates me looking in on Danielle when I'm in the area, and how much Danielle enjoys seeing me.

I tell Susan it's my pleasure, that I enjoy seeing Danielle. (Climax! I enjoy seeing Danielle climax! I'm on top of her voluptuous body, making hot, passionate love to her, and just as she's about to have an orgasm, her head arches back, her mouth opens but she doesn't say anything, her eyes are scrunched closed and she stops breathing. Her whole body goes taut - almost like rigor mortis has set in -- and she squeezes both my biceps with her hands... for just a second or two. Then her body shudders, she exhales, and begins to moan with delight. That's what I especially enjoy Susan! I love seeing your little girl have an orgasm -- especially one that I gave her!)

Kenny smiles and says he heard we went to a baseball game. I tell him that we did -- after Danielle picked me up at the hotel, we did a little shopping, had some dinner, and then went to see the Mariners play the Orioles. Kenny says that sounds like a good time, and I tell him it was a lot of fun. (But Kenny, the really fun time was after we got back to the hotel, and Danielle spent the night with me. She was wearing a burgundy-colored silk negligee that we bought at Victoria's Secret when we went shopping. It made her bosom look unbelievably alluring, and it barely covered the cheeks of her round little rump. We were so ecstatic to be together again, that we made love for almost four hours that night!)

Susan asks if that was when Danielle took me to the hospital, and I reply that it was Sunday -- the next day -- when Danielle took me to the Emergency Room. Kenny asks why Danielle took me to the ER, and I tell him that... (The next morning, after we had made love again, we decided to get cleaned up and go to a Sunday brunch buffet. Danielle and I were showering together, and while I was busy lathering up her luscious body and nuzzling the erogenous spot on the nape of her neck, Danielle accidentally dropped the bottle of hotel shampoo. When I stepped back to rinse some of the soap off of me, and get into a better position to have sex with her, I stepped on the bottle of shampoo, and...) I slipped in the shower and when I fell I hit my head on the soap tray. I wasn't seriously injured, but I had a nasty cut on my forehead over my right eyebrow that wouldn't stop bleeding. I figured I needed some stitches to close it, so I asked Danielle to take me to a hospital.

Susan says she's glad I wasn't seriously injured, and I tell her that I had a slight headache for a few days, but that's all. (Truthfully Susan, not only did my head hurt from falling in the shower while trying to have sex with your daughter, but my testicles ached from the nine gut-wrenching orgasms I had during the three and a half days I spent with Danielle. Not to mention, the small of my back was sore from where her heels dug into it when she wrapped her legs around me and tried to pull me deeper inside her. Plus, I think I've got a couple of bruised ribs from Danielle squeezing my sides with those vise-grip legs of hers while she climaxes. I'm not sure if my medical insurance covers sexually-induced trauma, but at the rate we're going -- I need to find out!)

Susan remarks that Danielle has turned out to be a really sweet girl, and I nod my head in agreement. (That's the reason I love having cunnilingus with her, Susan -- she's not salty like some women, she's got a mildly sweet flavor to her juices. Danielle isn't sweet like a peach or an apricot, she's got a delicate sweetness to her -- almost like a fresh pear. That's why I'll lick and feast on her honeypot until she nearly faints from sheer ecstasy -- Danielle tastes so outstandingly delicious!)

I eat dinner, and listen to Susan, Kenny, and my wife talk about the business. A part of me wants to confess the truth -- just go ahead and admit that Danielle and I have been lovers for almost four years now, and let them decide how to deal with it. I'm tired of living a lie, sneaking around and keeping secrets, having a double life -- I love Danielle, and Danielle loves me. To hell with this - let's get it out in the open and be done with it! I look at Susan and tell her... how good the dinner is.

My wife and Kenny have four, six, eight strawberry daiquiris over the course of the evening until it gets late and we need to be leaving. When we get home, my wife is somewhat intoxicated, and that always makes her horny. I'm more than willing to give her a good roll in the hay, and she falls asleep with a contented smile on her face. If she only knew that the reason I'm able to perform so well, is that I've been looking at a picture of Danielle at Susan and Kenny's house, and the memories of that picture make me aroused.

Susan has a framed 8x10 picture of Danielle standing by a waterfall in the Cascades, wearing a red flannel shirt and some khaki hiking shorts, and looking beautiful as usual. I wonder what my wife, or Kenny, or Susan would say if they knew the story behind this picture of Danielle? I wonder what they would say if they knew that less than 45 minutes after that picture was taken, I was trying to give Danielle her third orgasm of the day, she was doing her best to give me my second, and then we almost got arrested?

Earlier that spring I had rented an H2 for the weekend, and after our morning romp, we drove down to the Rose City for some reason -- some papers or a package Danielle needed to deliver to one of her company's materials suppliers - something like that. On the way back, we decided to detour through Mount Rainier National Park and see the sights. After having some lunch, we were driving through the park, when we spotted the waterfall and stopped to check it out -- which is where I took the aforementioned photograph of Danielle.

We were leaving the park, when Danielle asked me to find a place to pull over. I asked her why, and she got a wicked smile on her lovely face, leaned over next to me and whispered, "Because I want you! I want you inside me!" while she eagerly rubbed my crotch.

I've been with Danielle long enough to know that it's pointless to argue, delay, or even attempt to resist. When she gets like this, she's like a bitch in heat -- she wants it, and she wants it NOW! She has the itch, and the itch must be scratched.

I find a pull-off area, and drive the H2 a short distance into the woods. I stop the vehicle, we fold down the back seats and climb in the expansive cargo area. We quickly remove our clothes and go at it. There's no foreplay -- Danielle wants a quickie, not one of our extended sessions of lovemaking, kind of like a candy bar to quell her appetite until it's time for dinner.

I rub the head of my manhood up and down her wet slit, and easily slide it into her warm depths. Danielle mewls with pleasure, and shifts her hips so that I can fully penetrate her. As I stroke my manhood in and out of her wonderful wetness, Danielle gently rakes her fingernails across my chest and lightly pinches my nipples.