London, 2020 Pt. 03

"You've never had a vaginal orgasm, have you?"

Wow. I'd puzzled for a minute, not quite sure what to say in reply.

"Well...no. But I mean, that's just the way it is. Some women do, some don't - right?"

Kris had smiled at this, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Would you like to be one of the women that does? I can make it happen for you. Trust me?"

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Back to today - warm water, candles and romance. There's a gentleness to everything. Long before my mouth aches, Kris pulls out his cock and then gets in the bath with me, embarking on a long, thorough round of foreplay, massaging and stroking me all over. The water heightens every sensation and it's visually exciting - the contrast between our bodies more apparent in this setting. My skin is darker than his, despite his tan, and we move together seamlessly, every action taking me closer to bliss.

"Let's make you nice and clean, sweetness."

He pulls me to my knees again in front of him and steadies me, placing my hands on the rim of the tub. After a minute or so of delicious anticipation, I feel his body coming closer to mine. His hands caress my bottom and then inch gradually between my spread cheeks. I gasp as he pushes a soapy finger firmly inside my anus. I feel him play, carefully applying pressure and widening my tiny, tight hole gently and gradually. I feel another finger snake inside my vagina and now his thumb is rubbing my clitoris. I'm making tiny noises of pure delight and I can hear Kris moan too - he must love looking at me exposed like this. My breasts are bouncing as I bring my body to meet his probing, thrusting fingers...but he can't resist a tease. He pulls his hands away quickly and I take a sharp intake of breath as my anus pinches close.

The next few moments are a blur of wet caressing skin and mouths, then I'm on the bathmat in his arms. Tenderly he dries me with a soft towel before carrying me to the bed, where he lays me down and opens my legs again, pushing a pillow under my hips. I lie back, ready to relax and let my lover satisfy me. Kris surveys me, flush-faced and needy. But he isn't quite happy with the set up. He leans in for a whispering kiss and then murmurs "Don't move," before he leaves the room. I lie as still as possible, having heard an unmistakable hint of menace in his voice.

He returns with a couple of ties and one of the candles from the bathroom. Oh god. I want so, so much to moan when he deftly ties my wrists to the bed frame but I keep my squeaks behind my lips and wriggle uncomfortably in a display of fear that's half-play-acting, half-real. I can see that Kris adores it. Yes, I'll be the damsel in distress, the gangster's moll, the victim. Anything for the pleasure only he can grant me.

He plays delicately with my nipples, watching me struggle against the ties. He's laughing, enjoying his power.

"Close your eyes, Callie."

I obey. Instantly the darkened world changes everything. Unseeing, I'm more alive to the smallest sensations. The silk against my wrists is tight and cool. His fingertips on my nipples are deft, leaving a trail of bliss against my goose-pimpled skin. My pelvis is heavy with hot juices. I'm ripe and ready for penetration.

He withdraws his touch. For a few seconds the room is completely still - long enough for me to realise I'm too tense. As I slowly let my body relax against the restraints, Kris starts talking in his hypnotic, honeyed tones.

You like being my slave, don't you, beautiful?"

"Yes....yes, Kris."

"And you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"You know I do."

"You need to give in to me, Callie. Can you do that, angel?

"I...I'll try."

"Good girl. Now look and see what I've got for you."

Smiling, I lick my lips as I open my eyes, expecting to see his huge erection inches from my mouth. It's a surprise when I see the candle. It's long and pure white - wider than his finger, narrower than his penis. Kris begins his preparations, ensuring that I get a good view of him coating the candle with a liberal application of vaseline. It doesn't take a genius to know what's coming next, and I'm already moaning hard by the time he starts to lubricate the delicate skin around my anus.

Trust me. The words reverberate in my head as Kris takes his position and pushes the candle into my tight hole. It glides in easily, the shaft feeling cold and smooth and shockingly good.

"Now...remember your exercises, Callie? Squeeze those muscles for me, sweetness."

For several minutes Kris puts me through my paces, using the candle to stimulate me and encourage tighter contractions. I desperately want him to fill my cunt, but don't dare to ask. It's intense and tiring. Eventually he is satisfied and gives me a moment to collect myself before beginning to work on my aching, wet pussy with his hands and mouth. The initial contact makes me scream, then I fast lose the boundaries of sensation, surrendering to the pleasure. There are fingers and a probing tongue and a cold, unyielding shaft in me all at once. Oh god, it's unbearably good. Kris masterfully brings his actions together, pumping and licking very, very fast, then moving his head away as he feels my thighs ready to tense. I shout, my arms pulling at the restraints, and my lower body jerks into messy, uncoordinated contractions. It's barely over before he carefully slides out the candle and then swiftly releases me from the silken ties.

"On your knees. Now."

His voice is thick with urgency. I scramble on to all fours and then - oh god. Oh god. Entering me, pushing into the congested, heavy warmth of my vagina, he's never felt so big. The sensual romance of bath-time forgotten, he fucks me hard, groaning with ecstasy. For a second I think he will come inside me but as always he finds a last ounce of self-control. He pulls out, flips me like a rag doll on to my back and ejaculates on to my body. I lie limply, astonished and dazed, as the drops cool on my hot skin.

"You were wonderful, my angel. And next time there'll be more."

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I eagerly unwrap the box, pulling off a satin bow. Another Thursday afternoon in the apartment; another unexpected surprise. Tearing back the tissue paper, I gasp. It's a beautiful underwear set in glorious emerald green, the colour of boiling jealousy.

Wasting no time, I fling aside my clothes and try it on. The delicate lace bra hugs my breasts, giving me a deep cleavage. I haven't worn a thong for years but to my surprise it's flattering; a matching lacy triangle as bright as a leaf between my legs, which curves into a single string that emphasises my full bottom.

I bounce happily out of the bedroom and throw myself into his arms.

"I love it!"

Kris is still fully dressed but I can feel the tight bulge in his jeans. He's clearly thrilled by the reception of his gift and holds me at arm's length, taking his time to survey my body.

"You look beautiful, sweetness."

Suddenly I feel shy. His glance feels more than merely appreciative; there's a tenderness in his look that argues a deeper emotion. It's a lover's present, of course, but it makes me feel like a girlfriend. He draws me back into his arms and kisses me, making me want to melt like butter.

Kris leads me back to the bedroom. I'm expecting (and hoping) to be used thoroughly, in repayment for my gift, but after swiftly stripping naked he makes love to me slowly and gently, allowing me to lie back and enjoy every moment. Not yet touching my bra, he inches the thong down my thighs and flings it off impatiently. His mouth, tongue and searching fingers are intently focused on my pleasure. By now he knows me well, and he brings me to orgasm with a combination of deep fingering and clitoris tonguing that makes me gasp in amazement and gratitude. Exhausted, I collapse on the pillow while Kris, grinning, wipes the sweat from his forehead. He kisses me, sharing my sharp, tangy juices, and holds me close. I reach down to stroke his cock but he moves my hand away.

"Let's focus on you today, little one."

He's as good as his word. I stay warm under the sheets while he brings tea and biscuits and we chat easily and happily over our little bedroom picnic, until I see the glow of desire light up his eyes once again. Round two. Kris turns his attention to my breasts and proceeds to tease them gradually out of their green lace, before spending long minutes feasting on my nipples. I'm almost sobbing when he's done and my breasts are flushed strawberry pink, my dark rosy nipples hard like bullets after the assault of his mouth. I've given up thinking about reciprocating. I just want this man to make me come. Kris finds my sticky vulva, gently wiping away some of my creamy juices so I'm not too slippery. Then, using only his fingertips, he begins to softly massage my sensitive clitoris. This is uncharted territory. I'm expecting penetration or oral attention but soon realise he is simply masturbating me, just as I would touch myself.

Everything Kris does to me turns me on, everything evokes a different erotic response - but this is something new. The delicate stroking is all there is and the repeated touch starts to resound through my entire body. It's paradise.

I'm usually loud in my excitement but today I retreat into myself, closing my eyes and giving myself up to him. Trusting him. Kris stays thoroughly calm and controlled, allowing my false starts and tension to fade away, guiding me to a higher level.

It's getting closer. I'm breathing deeply and giving slow, long moans as I exhale. He knows now is the time and increases the speed and pressure, matching his circular movements to the throbbing inside my cunt. I wail helplessly as I reach the plateau and thank god that he never stops rubbing over and over, triggering more ecstatic contractions. I'm only dimly aware that I'm shouting for him to take me now; take me hard. I'm still in Eden as he slides into my body.

"I love your cunt, Callie," he gasps, lying heavily on me and grinding to the hilt. I feel drugged; lifeless, but this seems to excite him more. His thick cock is pounding into me, and unbelievably I find a response building inside my body. I'm weak after two orgasms but I feel the unmistakable twitch of my pussy muscles. Before I can fully register what's happening, I'm there; a pulsating climax floods out from deep within my vagina. My loud, primal cries chime with each contraction and then become screams as Kris starts to come inside me, pushed over the edge by the force of my rhythmical squeezes, and for a few fleeting seconds we are locked together in simultaneous ecstasy, our eyes wide in amazed and delighted shock.

I cry for a long time afterwards. The thrill of my first ever vaginal orgasm; the horror that Kris has ejaculated inside me without a condom; the fear that I will never see him again after today. Tenderly, Kris kisses me, waiting for the storm to pass. Once I've collected myself he brings me tea, and I can already see that the glow in his eyes has vanished.

In the bathroom I douche out the sticky semen and get dressed, hiding the beautiful underwear at the bottom of my bag. We exchange a soft kiss of farewell and I thank him for a wonderful afternoon.

"Likewise, Callie," he grins. "Stay safe."

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Outside there are gaggles of teenagers wearing fashionable face masks, strolling along the street. A couple of mums are chatting at a safe but sensible distance, shopping bags hanging from their prams. Four doors down, workmen with takeaway coffee cups are unloading scaffolding poles, ready to start a new job. The familiar London background hum of road and air traffic buzzes in my ear and I can hear sirens in the distance.

It's July.