Saturday, August 18, 2012

eLust #39

Photo courtesy of Ava Grace
Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #40? Start with the newly updated rules, come back September 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ Top 3 ~
Never Pinch a Sadist: 50 Shades of Plaid - If you don't know kink, don't feel pressured into it. If you wonder what it is about, join Fetlife and find local event to teach you about it.
Collars & closure & owning myself - there is triumph in realizing that your paths are diverging, repacking your shit, and moving on with dignity and respect.
The Quarry - We agreed to meet up on the weekend and go out to the quarry. It was an old, flooded quarry. I didn’t know it, but the queers had taken it over.

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~
The Pussy Pride Project

~ e[lust] Editress ~
"I can't orgasm without a vibrator" So What? - Embrace it. Bring it in to your partnered sex life. Be happy that you can achieve orgasm whatever way that works for you.

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Erotic Writing
A Guest for Dinner
A Beautiful Need
A Purring Machine
A Hard Man is Good to Find
Chlorine Kisses
In a different world
I Crave You!
Lolita Twenty-Twelve, Part Four
Mojo Back
My 69th Orgasm
Owned Part 4
Sensual room service
Tease Me
The Space Between
The TextThe Wicked Wench of Wupert Stweet
The Desk of Power
Use Me
What I'm thinking about when I'm...
When Frederick Met Camille
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Living with an Alpha Sub
Make Her Cum
Swinging and safe sex
Talking with the Lights Off
The Promiscuous Bisexual
Why Do I Have More Respect For Men Than MRAs?
What not to do for anal sex
Wants, Needs & PolyWifi Sex?
Kink & Fetish
A Boot Scene
Consent as Torture
Mores and Behavior
Pursuit of Squirting
Playing With Lightning
Submissive men: A celebration of beauty
strapping first time
Submission for a Femdom Facesitting Film
Steepedrethinking warmup

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

eLust #38

Photo courtesy of Lucy and Alex of A Couple of Wankers
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~ Top 3 ~
Wrong On Every Level - "If you wouldn't ask them to borrow $20 bucks, how the fuck is it ok for you to ask them to fuck you? Oh right, it's not."
Good Girl - "She nearly melted into me. When I finally released her, she exhaled, she had been holding her breath."
The Three Minute Game - "The timer went off and I breathed out, both a sigh of relief and disappointment that it was over."

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~
Bitch- "I don't let her run the show but she's always around. She's in the background saying: Bullshit"

e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly

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Kink & Fetish
Bondage Blowjob
Filling you up
Learn the rope of knots: Square knot
Public tease
Swinging in Paris
Switch: Between Dom & sub; A BDSM Interlude

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
A Porn and Masturbation Trifecta
Deal breakers
Deborah Sundahl's Class & Female Ejaculation
How my pussy has changed
On Rejection
Outgrowing One-Nighters (At Least in Part)
The Good, the Bad, but Never the Ugly

Erotic Writing
4 O'clock in the Morning
At the Campsite
Brutal Passion
Cold Hot Cold
I want to spoil you
I'm a Bootlicker, and That's Okay
I'll Take Two Please!
In the Soft Morning Light
Lolita Twenty-Twelve
My orgasm
Peter and Sophie on Holiday
Slow tease
Sodden Sheets
The Guide
The First Time Again
Week Night Sex

Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Guest for Dinner

Sophie was just finishing yoga. Friday yoga was always the hardest, an hour and half of intense yoga in an overly warm room. Clearly if she got to choose, she would not choose this class, but she didn't get to choose, so she went faithfully.

In the locker room, wrapped in a towel she was drying her hair, when she heard her phone chime. A text message, right on time. She really was on a very short leash.

“Call me when you are leaving the gym.”

It was a text from Carlos. It was unusual for him to text to her. She had hopped Peter would be back this afternoon.

Finishing her locker room routine and repacking her gym bag, she made her way outside, to walk the 12 blocks back to the townhouse. She and Peter and Carlos had moved into the townhouse about a year ago. Carlos was working from the city more often and she and Peter had solidified their relationship and Carlos had become a part of that as well.

The townhouse had been a duplex at one time, but in the span of 6 months, Carlos and Peter had converted it into a large and spacious house. When she lost her job, due to corporate rightsizing, it had been decided that she would be kept. Carlos and Peter kept her busy and she kept house and in turn, the boys as she liked to privately think about them, kept her in line and objectively speaking, in style.

Stepping into a quiet corner on the street, just outside the gym she dials Carlos's office number.

“Carlos, it is Sophie.”

“Right on time, good girl.”

She blushed.

“There have been some developments. I need you to stop by my office on the way home. Understood?”

“Yes, Carlos, I will be there in about 10 minutes.”

“Don't be late.”

With that he ended the call.

She turned and doubled back and hurried to Carlos's office. Taking the elevator to the penthouse suite, she waived at Bianca, Carlos's assistant as she headed directly to his office. He was on the phone, but motioned for her to come in and shut the door. Then he turned his back, leaving her to stand in the office waiting on him.

Ending the call, he walked to the door, locked it and snapped his fingers. Immediately Sophie sank to the floor, to kneel, her legs spread, palms on her knees, her gaze up.

Carlos walked over to her and gave her freshly washed hair a gentle playful yank.

“So we will be having company tonight and you will be serving us. Peter is delayed and will more than likely miss some of the party, but nonetheless, you will be expected to serve and do us proud. I have rearranged a meeting, but I will just barely make it home in time to see to all the preparations.”

Sophie listened attentively. By preparations, she knew he meant her.

“So we will get the ball rolling now.”

Carlos walked over to his desk, unlocked a drawer and removed a black box, snapping his fingers twice as he did so. Sophie immediately and gracefully bent forward, ass raised high, arms stretched out in front of her, in what could be called a perverted child's pose. Sophie had been careful to make sure her skirt was no longer covering her ass.

She heard Carlos coming up behind her. They she felt him caressing her ass. Gentle strokes, then whack, he smacked her left cheek and then her right, with force.

“Tonight a very special guest is coming over, on short notice. I have arranged for Janet to stay and help with the meal and I am having the meal catered, as there isn't time to plan appropriately. You will be serving tonight and Peter and I are counting on you to be impeccable. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Carlos.”

“You are to go home and go into the Room and remove box 7. You are not to open the box, but have it in your room on the bed and you are to be naked and waiting on me. I am changing my schedule and will arrive home around 4:30 pm.”

As he spoke he was gently stroking her ass, almost absent mindedly. In the summer, she was prohibited from wearing panties. When they moved to the townhouse, Peter made her get rid of every pair of pants and every pants suit she owned with the exception of a few pairs of jeans and some short shorts. Her pussy was to be clean shaven and lucky for her the laser treatments had worked, she was very smooth and hairless with very little effort these days.

“Before you begin waiting for me, you are to put your hair in two french braids and do your make up. I want tasteful make up, with the exception of your lip stick, that is to be the bright glossy red. While you wait for me, you are to stimulate your nipples. Tug, pinch, rub, repeat and do not stop for any reason.”

As he spoke this time, he smacked her cheeks alternately, for emphasis.

Normally she was prohibited from touching her pussy or her nipples without Peter or Carlos being present. Outside of in the shower, for hygienic purposes, her body was not to be touced by her.

“Yes, Carlos.”

Her face pressed into the carpet she heard Carlos opening something and then she heard the flip of a tube, felt the cold lube on her anus and her pussy, then his fingers invading both holes. She tried to stifle a moan. With Peter gone, Carlos had administered her discipline and had worked with her orgasm control exercises, but he had not fucked her, aside from fucking her mouth last Sunday after her accounting and punishment session.

“Massage your clit, until you are about to come, but you do not have permission to come.”

“Yes Carlos” she said, her left hand sneaking down between her legs. She was already very sensitive and it did not take long. Even though she longed to draw it out, she dared not. It had been too long and her control felt shakier than normal today.

“Good girl. Don't stop yet, just a little more Sophie.”

“Yes, Carlos.” Sophie tried to be gentle but her clit was burning and her pussy was so achy. If she came on accident, she would be in big trouble.

She heard the buzzing before she felt it, the egg vibe. Carlos was pressing it against the sensitive tissue between her pussy and anus and then directly on her pussy and then pressing it against her clit.

“No, no please Carlos.” She was whimpering now, trying so hard to not come. She knew she wasn't allowed to ask, but she really couldn't hold it.

Just when she thought she was going to have an accident, the vibe stopped and then all of a sudden, she felt something being shoved into her ass and her pussy. All. The. Way. In. Then she felt a strap between her legs and a belt being fastened around her waist. She clenched her pussy around the dildo and then decided that was a bad idea. Her fingers ached to rub her clit with her pussy stretched so tight.

“Up you go.” Carlos said with a playful swat to her behind.

Standing was, well interesting with the two dildos in place. Sophie wasn't sure about walking. All the way home.

“So you get going and I will see you at home.” Carlos said by way of dismissal and Sophie grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

From Carlos's office it was at least 20 blocks home. As she walked, she felt very aware of her pussy and just how achy it was. Every step seemed to stimulate her but not enough to actually do anything, other than be annoying.

As she neared the house, her cell phone rang.

“Hello Carlos.”

“Where are you?”

“Two blocks from the house, Carlos.”

“You better hurry Sophie. You don't want your first surprise to happen on the street.”

With that Carlos ended the call.

Hurrying as quickly as she could, Sophie trotted up the next block and bound up the stairs to the townhouse. Letting herself in and stowing her yoga mat in the hallway closet. Taking the stairs upstairs to her room, she tossed her yoga wear in the hamper and hung her bag up in the closet. Just as she was about to head to the kitchen and see what Janet needed help with the preparations, when all of a sudden, the dildos, which had just begun to be less annoying, sprang to life. The insistent buzz stopped her in her tracks and had her gripping the door jam. Shifting trying to take the pressure off her g-spot. She moaned and tried to think about anything but coming.

Just as she was about to give up thinking about the last time she had a root canal and just come already taking the consequences, her cell chimed and the buzzing stopped.

Struggling to not sound winded she answered the phone, “Yes. Carlos.”

“Did you come Sophie?” he demanded.

“No Carlos.”

“Good girl. Remember you aren't to come. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Carlos. It is understood.”

“Did you think about coming?”

“Yes, Carlos. I tried not to, but it was getting very challenging.”

“But you didn't come.”

“No, Carlos. I did not come.”

“Good girl Sophie.”

“I want you to strip do your make up and fix your hair and then to kneel by the bed. Meditate until you are stimulated again. Then once that ends, you are to begin preparing your nipples. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Carlos.”

“Good girl, Sophie. Remember, do not even think of coming.”

Working quickly, she did her hair and then her make up, taking special care with her lips, first lining them, filling them in with pencil and then applying the thick read lip color. Finishing off with the lacquer glossy over coat. She looked like one of those girls in that 80s rock video.

Going to the foot of bed, she knelt and let her mind wander. She wondered what all this was about. It wasn't like she hadn't served at a party the boys had held before. Twice she had offered blow jobs for poker night and once a group of other lifestylers had come over. Never had anyone made such a fuss.

Just as she had calmed her mind, the probes began to slowly vibrate and then as she shifted, trying to find a less difficult position, their speed increased and she sank back onto her heels and simply tried to breath her way through it. The vibration was more annoying that pleasurable, but she felt her pussy clenching all the same. Willing herself not to come, she tried again to think of the most unpleasant things possible. Slowly, with twitches and fits of intense vibrations, it was over.

Being dutiful, she reached up cupped her breasts and began to prepare her nipples as Carlos had instructed her. First she tugged, then she pinched, hard just like Peter had trained her and then she rubbed, pushing her thumb into the soft tissue of her nipples.

Sophie had no idea how long she was at her task. She was sitting so she could not see the clock and she did not dare stop. Not following instructions always landed her in hot water and she had in fact learned her lessons the hard way.

Almost completely lost in her meditative task, she nearly missed the fact that Carlos had entered the room.

“Enough Sophie.”

She opened her eyes, slowly becoming aware of the fact that she had drifted off during her task. She watched Carlos move about the room. He had changed into an all black suit and a white shirt, with his fancy cuff links.

He removed the lid of the box and laid the contents on the bed. She had never seen any of these items. Long leather like sleeves, a very odd looking collar, something clinky and metal, and nipple clamps, which she most assuredly had seen before. Felt before too.

“So tonight Juan Ramirez is coming over. He is a very important business partner for Peter and I. He is also my mentor. He introduced me to all of these wonders. He is very old school and he will expect you to act like the perfect slave. Your training and execution is a direct reflection on Peter and I. Never mind that our training is slightly unorthodox and you are not our slave exactly, tonight you will play the part and all will be well. I will be there and very soon Peter too.”

Carlos snapped his fingers three times, signaling her to stand and place her hands behind her head thrusting her breasts out. Carlos walk towards her with a corset, that left her breasts exposes, but had a built in garter belt like bits of leather hanging off it. With efficient hands, he began lacing her into the corset, pulling the ties, tighter and tighter, until it was hard to breath deeply and her waist looked amazing and tiny. Next came stockings and 4 inch heels which locked to her ankles, complete with little locks.

Carlos snapped his fingers and Sophie sank gracefully to her knees. He began to fit the heavy collar around her neck, the bottom of it slightly cupped her shoulders.

“This is a posture collar. It will keep your head upright. You will not be able to look up or down. Well side to side either.”

He moved around behind and she felt her panic rise slightly as he fastened what sounded like three, no maybe four straps. It felt very tight around her neck and when she tried to turn to see what he was doing, she found that her head was basically immobile, just as he had said it would be.

He walked around in front of her and smacked her left breast. Sophie yelped and gasped for air. Then he pinched and pulled her nipples and quickly attached a nipple clamp. Then repeated the process on her right breast. The nipple clamps were on a chain and there was an O ring in the middle, which was currently laying against her tummy.

“Drop your arms and put them behind your back.”

She did as she was told and the movement caused her breasts to move and she felt it radiate to the points of her nipples.

She felt a sleeve going on and then then the other. The all of a sudden, her arms were being drawn together and back, very tightly. This caused her breasts to stick out more. Then she felt Carlos securing her arms to the base of the corset. It was rather tight and not all together comfortable. Peter had on occasion used some difficult bondage, as punishment, but this was different.

“How do you feel, Sophie?”

“Snug, Carlos.”

“Good. You look like a beautiful package.”

Carlos came around in front of her again and he had a strange metal device in his hand. It looked scary. She would have turned her head away, but she couldn't move it.

“Tonight, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Early in the night, you will be wearing this, so talking really won't be much of an option. Later in the evening, speak only when spoken to. Answer me as you always do – Yes, Carlos or No, Carlos. When speaking to Peter, you will address him as Sir. If Mr. Ramirez speaks to you or asks you a question, you will respectfully reply to him as Mr. Ramirez. Is that clear, Sophie?”

“Yes Carlos.”

Just then there was a buzz on the intercom and the sound of Janet answering the door and handling the formalities.

“They are here. We must finish. Open your mouth, Sophie.”

She did and she felt the cold metal fit into her mouth and Carlos was fastening it behind her head. Two straps. Then she heard a clicking as he seemed to be opening it wider. She felt herself struggling to breath normally and then she felt the first drops of drool drip down her chin.

Without saying another word, Carlos clipped a leash to the O ring in the chain on her nipple clamps, and he tugged gently. Since he had not given her the command to get up, she crawled slowly behind him.

From the play room downstairs, it was a quick cut through the kitchen to Peter's study. Taking her to the corner, where generally an end table stood, Carlos placed the leash over her shoulder and walked out the room.

What could she do, but sit there, knees spread, breasts on display while the drool continued to drip from her open lips, down her chin and onto her chest.

She heard noises from the living room, hushed voices then louder laughs. Conversation in Portuguese and Spanish. More laughing and then she heard Carlos, thank Janet for their drinks and then they made their way down the hallway.

“Please do come in, Peter just rang and he is stuck in traffic, but will be here very soon. You know, air travel just isn't as it used to be.”

“Quiet so.” The accented voice replied.

Two men Sophie did not know filed into the room and Carlos followed, inviting the older one to sit in one of the leather chairs. The other, younger man stood near the door. Carlos took a seat in the other chair and placed his drink on the waiting coaster.

“So Carlos, business is good.” The older man said, waving his arm around indicating the room, with its rich masculine furnishings and then his gaze fixed on her. Sophie struggled to keep her eyes straight ahead under such a naked appraisal.

Carlos and the man chuckle and Carlos said, “Yes Juan, business is very good. As you know, Peter and I have a venture together and separately our work is very profitable as well.”

This train of conversation continues for a while. The older man, Juan, asking questions and considering Carlos's response. Carlos speaking deferentially and politely. It became clear to Sophie, who was feeling slightly spacey from her predicament and trying to be perfect, that Carlos clearly respect this man a great deal. She wanted to reflect well on Peter and Carlos. Once upon a time she would have suffered through these kinds of parties and felt like she needed to participate.

Tonight, she let her mind just be quiet and listen as they talked.

The drool was slowly rolling down her chest, creating a little stream, waterfalling from her red lips down across her creamy white breasts. Sophie wondered for awhile if there was s little puddle on the floor. Wondering about the possibility of a puddle was a nice distraction from the nagging ache building up in her nipples.

“So Carlos, enough with business. Now, now you must tell me about this.” the man says, pointing at her and leveling his assertive gaze upon her.

“This is Sophie, our beloved pet.”

“Might I take a closer look at her? She seems quite lovely and so well behaved, so quiet.”

Carlos rose and came over to her, took her leash and lead her to the middle of the room. Sophie tried to crawl after him as gracefully and as sweetly as she could manage. She was also careful to keep up, desperately not wanting to up the ante in terms of the ache in her pinched nipples.

The man rose and came the the center of the room and proceed to walk around her, occasionally giving her head a pat or her hair a tussle. He stopped in front of her and then slapped a breast, watching it move. The slap had been light, but it caused the nipple clamps to sway, and Sophie tried very hard to not moan audibly.

“She really is quiet lovely. Very obedient and quiet. Well done, Carlos.” he said and sat back down in his chair.
“Peter should get the credit. Sophie is his pet, he has invested much in her training. Given his traveling and my move to the city, he graciously asked me to occasionally look after his pet and then when this townhouse became available, we made the move. At this point, my care for his pet has grown, but make no mistake, she is his pride and joy.”

The man nodded.

They sat there drinking their cocktails and just looking at her for what felt like a very long time. Slowly the new ache in her nipples eased to a warm glow.

“Might I take a closer look again. Perhaps she has a trick or two?”

Carlos nodded and snapped his fingers. Sophie crawled forward and stopped in front of the man. He reached down and removed the leash from the chain connected to her nipples. He placed the leash over the side of the chair. Grabbed the chain and rocked it to and fro, pulling lightly and then harder. He rubbed the outer edge of her left breast and then the right breast. Slapped them gently over and over. Pressed and tugged some more. Sophie wanted to scream, but she knew she would be disappointing if she did so, so she focused on breathing and allowing the man to keep creating sensations.

“Does she like cock, Carlos? Most pets do enjoy cock.”

Carlos nodded.

While Sophie couldn't see their eyes, she felt as if their eyes were meeting and many unspoken questions were being answered.

Slowly the man loosen his belt and lowered the zipper, pulling out his surprising large cock. He rubbed it slowly against her cheek, then the other and then the tip of her nose.

“Would you like a taste, little pet. You have been such a good girl, so obedient and patient with a strange older man. Such a well trained and pretty pet deserves a treat, no?”

As he spoke, he slowly rubbed the head of his cock, against her lips and the metal of the gag. Occasionally rubbing his cock head against her chin, in the river of drool. He mused and rubbed his cock and took his time and then just when Sophie thought he wouldn't, he shoved his cock full into her mouth, to the back of her throat. His large hands cupping the back of her head and holding her tightly against him and then pulling back, only to slam forward again and again.

Sophie swayed on her knees, her eyes clouding and her focus centered on staying upright and unresistant. His left hand stayed on her head, pushing her forward with every slam of his pelvis and then with his right hand he gripped the chain suspended between her nipples and tugged firmly in time with his thrusts.

Sophie kept her eyes open, with much struggle and just as the man forced his cock all the way to the back of throat and she fought her desire to gag, she saw Peter come into focus in the doorway, and then the man shot cum into the back of throat and groaned loudly. Pulling his cock out and rubbing it once again on her right cheek and gently slapping her left.

“You are such a good pet.” He said as he adjusted and zipped his pants.

“Now go and be a good and happy pet and greet your Master.”

Slowly Sophie crawled across the floor and carefully bent forward despite her restrained arms and placed her head at Peter's feet.

She finally audibly sighed when he reached down and stroked her hair, saying, “Such a good girl, Sophie.”

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Peter and Sophie on Holiday

 Sophie first meets Peter's friend Carlos, when Carlos comes to visit them while in the States on business. Carlos is a very close friend of Peter's. You can read that story here.  In this story, Carlos hosts Peter and Sophie for dinner, while they are on holiday, near his home in winter 2009.

 Sophie soaked up the afternoon sun, lounging outside the gorgeous cabana. The ocean was so lovely and calm today; the bright sun hanging just perfectly in the late afternoon sky. Peter sat in a nearby lounge chair reading the Financial Times, unable to leave work completely behind. Sophie shifted, to her stomach and rested her head on our arms like a child. Considering a nap, right where she was, she yawned and closed her eyes. Peter shifted a bit in his chair and once he was sure Sophie was asleep, he flipped open his phone and called Carlos.

Sophie stood in front of the bathroom mirror and brushed her hair. She could not believe she had slept for over two hours, thank God Peter had moved the beach umbrella or she would look like a lobster. Instead she had a nice glow and was feeling very refreshed. As she exitted the bathroom, she noticed an outfit on the bed. It was a very pretty navy dress – short navy dress – she amended as she held it up. The fabric was clingy but not trashy. The neckline was modest enough, Sophie thought ruefully. On the floor was a pair of navy blue strappy sandals and on the bed, adjacent to the dress was a navy wrap.

Sophie paced back into the bathroom to once again towel dry her hair and apply some lotion to her sun kissed skin. As she began to dry her hair, Peter stepped out of the shower; his body dripping with more than just water. Sophie turned to look her fill and Peter just smiled as he turned and began to shave.

“What do you think of the outfit Sophie?” he asked as he began to shave, with firm and control strokes of the razor.

“MMM, well I like it Peter, but it also makes me think you might be up to something.” Sophie murmured as she applied her make up with a gentle hand. The few days in the sun had perked up her complexion, almost completely erasing  the winter pallor from her cheeks. 

Returning to the bedroom of their suite, she began to ease the dress on and marveled at the perfect fit and the richness of the fabric. Peter certainly knew how to select dresses. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she buckled the sandals and turned to check her overall appearance in the mirror. She had to admit she looked divine.

As she admired the curve hugging dress and began to obsess just a tad about the drape of the dress over her ass, she saw two large hands on her shoulders. She had been so lost in thought she had not heard Peter enter the bedroom from the bathroom. As his hands closed around her neck, she noted the sterling necklace with the beautiful blue bobble on it.

“The stone is mined near here and very rare, just like you are Sophie.” Peter whispered as he kissed her neck.

“Tonight is going to be very special. I have planned a surprise for you. All you have to do is relax and be a good girl and leave all the worrying to me. Just go with the flow and the experience will be more than you ever dreamed. I will take care of you sweetheart.”

With that, Peter ushered her to the door of their suite and down the long hallway to a bank of elevators. In a cloud, Sophie moved along, her brain processing Peter words and beginning to wonder just what he was up to. Peter liked to cloak evenings such as these in an air of mystery.
Just as the elevator doors shut, Sophie turned to Peter in a bit of a shock. 

“Peter, I forgot panties – there were none on the bed and I was so taken with the dress, I forgot to go and get some from my suitcase.”

Peter smiled. “All that you needed for the evening was on the bed sweetheart. You forgot nothing.”
Sophie blushed. Feeling his strong warm hand on the small of her back, she blushed even more.
As they walked thru the lobby and out to the circle in front of the hotel, she began to wonder if everyone could tell she did not have on panties. The dress was clingy, so she supposed the women would assume a thong and well the men, the men would be too busy starring at her ass to care frankly.

As she climbed gracefully into the back of the town car, she hoped the dress did not hike up too much. She also was wishing that she had not opted for the Brazilin wax at the salon before leaving for their trip, as she was getting a little, no a lot, turned on and was thinking that if she were not careful, everyone might know about that too.

Peter gave the driver the address of another hotel and the driver eased them into the traffic flow and then Peter shut the divider. 

“So Sophie is your pussy nice and wet. Are you feeling naughty, going out in that beautiful dress with no panties?”

Sophie blushed. If she had not developed a bit of a tan, she decided her white skin on her shoulders, her crimson face and her blue dress; she could have been the American flag. Her blush went from the tops of her breast all the way to her hair line but, it did nothing to detract from the wetness building in her pussy.

“I am waiting for an answer Sophie.” Peter said with a tiny hint of sternness in his voice.

“Yes Peter it is and yes I feel very naughty with no panties and the tiniest bit concerned about making a mess.” Sophie huffed hurriedly, a fresh bit of blush creeping into her cheeks. She knew Peter was just playing with her but still, it was a bit over the top, a sexy dress and a short one at that. The potential for exposure was high, she reasoned.

“We will be fine Sophie.” Peter assured her as he slid his hand up her naked thigh and to the edge of her pussy. He made small circles on inner thigh, just where it met the crease of her pussy.
“My, my Sophie, you are all worked up.”

Just as Sophie had begun to relax into Peter’s touch the car stopped and Peter kissed her on the cheek and turned to shield her body from the gaze of the driver as he opened the rear door.

“Graisas, Senior Truman.” The driver said as Peter handed Sophie from the car. He had exited first and then turned to extend her his hand.

Sophie felt a bit off center and floaty as she walked with Peter up the sidewalk and into the hotel. They paused in the lobby by the reception desk and Peter leaned in and spoke with the attendant.
Sophie stood and took in the lobby and what looked to be a bar off to the side. She assumed the bar and restaurant was their intended destination, so she was surprised when Peter steered her to the bank of elevators.

“We will be dining tonight with Carlos. He owns the hotel and lives in the pent house. The view is breath taking.”

The bellhop punched in the code, which would take them to the penthouse. The elevator moved smoothly and Sophie continued to hold Peter’s hand. Peter pulled her close and nuzzled the top of her head.

A pleasant chime sounded and the doors eased open into a well appointed and masculine hallway. Before them, was a set of double doors. Peter walked Sophie forward and knocked sharply on the door. After a brief pause, the door swung open and Carlos answered the door.

“Ah Peter,” and then Carlos paused and looked at her with a very warm smile, “and Sophie.” 

Gracefully he bent and kissed her gently on the cheek.

The man turned to Peter and smiling said, “She is every bit as lovely as always, my friend.”

He shook Peter’s hand and then turned saying, “let’s go to the terrace. It is too lovely an evening to stay inside. The view is breathtaking.”

Sophie and Peter followed Carlos to the terrace, which was the entire left side of the apartment, the view of the ocean was breathtaking and the eating area was set up to be very much something out of Arabian nights, with a low table and a tent like overhang. There was a low bench loaded with pillows for seating around the low table. On the table was a bottle of wine and some glasses.

Carlos motioned for them to sit and Peter and Sophie took a seat on the bench against the wall and Carlos took the smaller seat, adjacent to Sophie. Sophie noted that she was corner between the two men now. Carlos made small talk with her as he poured the wine.

As they drank wine and Peter and Carlos caught up after not seeing each other for awhile, Sophie’s gaze drifted over the skyline, the view of the beach in the quickly fading daylight and listened to the faint sounds coming from inside the apartment and the street many stories below. The breeze was warm and yet it had a hint of the coolness of the evening to come. While she calmly looked about, she heard Peter’s voice and Carlos’s voice, felt Peter’s hand on her thigh and then sensed the presences of the maid, as she brought in the starter course. Sophie reveled in being able to pay attention to the scene around her and not be obligated to listen to the men talk.

As the main course, a selection of tapas and a wonderful salad arrive; Peter and Carlos were making an effort to include her in the conversation. Sophie felt very at ease and just a bit tipsy from the wine, which seemed to flow and flow. Peter’s hand never left her thigh and would creep up to tease her clit every so slightly every now and again. If Carlos was aware of Peter’s wandering hand, he made no comment.

After dinner and the maid returned to clear away the plates, Carlos suggested Sophie investigate the roof top garden, while Peter and he shared a cigar. They would be up to join her. As she climbed the winding staircase, up to the roof above the terrace, she was once again aware that she had not worn panties, the slightly chilled evening air kissing her pussy as she climbed the staircase. Crossing the roof top garden to railing along the far way, Sophie stared down to the street below enjoying the twinkling lights then she shifted her gaze up to the star studded sky and then over the horizon to the beach in the distance. It was stunning to her senses. Like a work of art; a masterpiece in its juxtaposition. Sophie stood by the rail and lost herself in the rhythm of life spread out before her.
So lost in the moment, Sophie did not hear the men approaching her perch, but rather felt Peter’s warm hands upon her shoulders; his warm breathe against her neck as he kissed her, along her neck to her collarbone.

“Come join us for dessert Sophie.” 

Peter followed Sophie across the garden to the large double chase lounger in the middle of the roof top garden. As she walked, he slowly raised the skirt of the clingy dress to revel her lovely creamy ass. Her hand snaked out to drag the fabric back down, Peter told her to leave it.

Carlos was sitting on the edge of the chase, smiling as she walked towards him. Peter smiled from behind her and nodded to Carlos.

“Turn around, Sophie. I want to see that gorgeous ass you have been hiding beneath that lovely dress.” Carlos said as she stopped before the chase.

Sophie paused and blushed. While flattered she was not sure what the guys were up to.

Peter stopped behind her and then his hands were upon her shoulders, turning her around and then his hands slipped down her arms, bending her slightly.

Carlos whistled quietly.

“Lovely.” He murmured as he reached out to touch the round creamy globe of Sophie’s ass. Peter leaned down to kiss her red lips. She leaned into the warmth of his lips and amazingly into the warmth of Carlos’s hands. She fleetingly thought she should be embarrassed, being nearly naked in front of both men, but she was not. She felt strangely exalted.

Peter had been whispering to her about how he longed to unleash her inner exhibitionist. Sophie had scoffed at the idea, but here in this moment she reveled in the feeling of being on display. She soaked up the feeling that she was making Peter proud, that she had the power to please Peter and Carlos, by being naked in the garden.

In a swoop, Sophie found herself in Peter’s arms. He lifted her and placed her on the chase, behind Carlos and then eased the dress up and over her head. The night air kissed her already taunt nipples and her damp pussy. Peter came to sit on her right, his hands on her shoulders, turning her into his embrace. He whispered in her ear, how beautiful she was in the moonlight and how sexy she was and how much he wanted Carlos to see her beauty.

Carlos was now kneeling at her feet. His hand were running up and down her thighs, warming her skin and sending a chill up her spine all at once. His eyes were moving over her from head to toe. His approving glances caressed her and heated her from within. His gaze was both appreciative and hungry at the same time.

She sighed and relaxed against Peter, as Carlos eased her legs up and open, bending her knees to allow him some space between her lovely legs. Her pussy was totally exposed. Its naked pinkness glistened in the moonlight.

Peter’s warm hands were on her breasts, massaging, rubbing and every few strokes pinching her nipples gently. Sophie tried to be still, but between Peter’s hands and Carlos’s gaze Sophie found herself arching into Peter’s touch and her hips subtly rising up to great Carlos’s gaze. Sophie felt incredibly achy and needy.

She was about to say something, when suddenly Carlos’s hand was on her inner thigh and just as suddenly his mouth was on her pussy. His tongue circled her clit, Peter’s fingers circled her nipples. Carlos’s tongue licked around her labia and then began to fuck her slowly. His fingers on clit, rubbing. Peter’s hands where on her nipples, circling and tweaking and kneading. Slowly and deliberately, almost in concert with Carlos’s magical tongue.

Sophie was moaning and calling out their names. She was getting edgy and she felt her pussy flexing and contracting. Apparently Carlos sensed this as well, because his fingers replaced his tongue and then his mouth was on her clit. Peter now tweaked her nipples over and over and was whispering in her ear, urging her to sink into the feelings, to ride the waves of sensations. Whispering to her how beautiful she was and how sexy.

Sophie opened her eyes to see Carlos’s dark head between her legs. He glanced up with her and their eyes locked. She felt a shocked and then suddenly his fingers were moving inside her with renewed purpose and his tongue was thrashing her clit and the waves of pleasure came upon her, crashing and dragging her deeper into the sea of pleasure, surrounding them in the garden.

“Let go Sophie. Let go and fly for us. I want to see it. I want to see you as the pleasure sweeps you away. Now Sophie, cum now.”

As Peter’s words reached her ears, she let go and was swept away, grounded between these two strong men, swimming in the sea of pleasure as she had been awash in the sights and sounds of the evening near the railing. Free to float in the sky.


So I have been away. The reasons are varied and many, but I am back. For those of you who have checked in from time to time, thank you so much. I have a new story all set for you which will post tomorrow and I am posting a story here today, which is the prequel, or at least sets the stage, which will help you keep up with the events in this new story.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Party Time

And let's not let it be said that I am not a generous sort. One more story, which might make you think those boring old holiday parties and outings. Sometimes it is all about what you wear!

As Sophie turned off the shower she wondered where they were going tonight. Naked, she toweled dried her hair slowly. The brown curls now hanging well below her shoulders. Peter liked her hair longer.

As she blew her hair dry, brushing it with the rounded brush, she mused that in the year they had been together, much had changed. Her hair, her clothing and her day to day routines. Peter picked out her outfits. Sophie did not mind in the least. She was always sure he would like her dress, when he was the one to pick them out. Each night, while she was in the shower, he would select what she would be wearing the next day. Hung neatly on the back of the bathroom door. Ready for her in the morning. No more frantically trying on outfits and being too late to have breakfast.

As she finished drying her hair. She applied a bit of light make up, and her best red lipstick, she brushed her hair once more and then walked into their bedroom naked.

On the bed was a navy blue corset, with attached garters. The demi cups would hardly cover her nipples and the boning would accent her waist perfectly. The black silk stockings were lovely. Slowly Sophie put the ensemble on. She did not see a dress or anything hanging on the door so she sat down on the edge of the bed and waiting on Peter.

She did not wait long and he strode into the bed room, dressed in his tux. They were to go to a holiday benefit tonight. One of his clients had invited them. It was the kind of event which made her nervous. She much preferred the behind the scenes. That was why she liked her job in stats. She stayed hidden and crunched her numbers.

"Beautiful." he smiled as he looked her over. The look was rich with appreciation and ownership. Sophie acknowledged that that was what blazed in his eyes. Love but under the love, deepening the love was ownership. She was his.

"Come here."

Sophie hopped off the bed without question and walked across the room to him. She looked at him directly as she did so. The eye contact was intense. Him looking at her, with that look. Intense and compelling as she walked to him, step by step.

He looked down at his trousers and she saw the evidence of his desire. He was pleased with the corset. She felt shyly proud. Being shorter, she had never felt all that powerful in her appearance. Not confident. Now she was learning that she was very attractive.

She smiled and tried not to blush. She was half naked and he was fully dressed in his smart black tux.

"Cock, Sophie." was all he said and she stopped in front of him, kissed his lips and sank to her knees. Undid his belt and then his pants, struggling just a touch with the closure of his pants. Sliding his pants open and down slightly she took his cock into her mouth and stroked it with her tongue and lips. She placed her hands behind her back as Peter had instructed. He had done that slowly. Added and suggested rules and positions. Sophie had not noticed it at the time, but it was nice. Not worrying. He told her simply what pleased him. No guess work.

As she curled her tongue around his cock, and moved her head slowly and smoothly around the shaft, she relished the taste that was Peter. It mingled with the soap from his shower and the mint from her toothpaste, but the taste of Peter was there at the heart of it all.

She peaked up and saw him watching her. She knew her lips were bright red around his cock, from the lip stick. In counter point to her moonlight white skin.

His hands were in her hair now, lightly massaging her scalp as he began to guide the movement of her head. Pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Sophie liked the way the head of his cock rubbed against her soft palette. She moved her tongue smoothly along the shaft, as Peter began to guide her head and move his hips.

Peter was tall and therefore, Sophie could kneel in front of him and not be hunched, but her spine almost completely straight. She arched her back just a bit. Wanting closer to him.

She felt squirmy and she knew her naked pussy was wet and dripping. She could feel the moisture on her inner thighs. With no panties on she felt both warm like fire between her legs and the cool air. It combined to make her squirmy. Her pussy ached just a touch. She longed to have Peter's hands there too.

Peter touched her shoulder and stilled her squirming. His quiet reminder for her to focus on his cock. She sucked it in deeper and then moved her head back, tonguing the head of his cock, tracing the curved head and the valley at the tip. She tasted his cum on the tip. The salty and rich taste she adored. Proof that he was pleased with her efforts.

She continued her explorations with her tongue and alternated those with deep gasping swallows. She knew he was close. She could tell by the subtle tension in his limbs.

Abruptly he pulled away and began to stroke his cock, angling it towards her chest and the valley between her breasts.

Sophie looked down, thinking if he came on her breasts, it would ruin the corset.

"Eyes on me Sophie."

She tilted her head and met his gaze.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Peter." She whispered. Staring up at his eyes. They were brighter now. Lust mixing with the love and the ownership.

"Ask me for it, Sophie. Convince me you want my cum."

"Please Peter. I want your cum, always. I want to drink it down and savor every drop."

"Not this time my little cock slut. Tonight you will wear it."

And then he came on her upraised breasts and she felt the hot sticky cum, dripping slowly and elegantly down the tops of her breast and into the valley between them.

Still holding his cock Peter brought it to her lips, she opened her mouth and licked and kissed and noisily polished off the remaining few drops of cum.

Then he eased himself back, and knelt slightly, took his fingers and wrote his name across the tops of her breasts with drops of cum from the well between her breasts.

He stood, held his fingers to her mouth and she licked them, cleaning off the drops of cum there as well.

He helped her stand, massaged her breasts gently, enough so that the well of cum dripped down between her breasts and coated her tummy. It was sticky and cool now.

Then he helped her put on her dress. Brushed her hair until it was silky smooth again and handed her ,her wrap.

"Now Sophie, we are off. You look beautiful. Quick, touch up your lipstick, or people will wonder."

And out into the night he led her, her beautiful lacy corset showing just enough, over the bodice of the fitted evening gown, to make her wonder. Could people see his name, would it glow in the night? Under black lights at the dance club, she wondered.

Her pussy, wet and tingling, tickled, by the cool air as they stood on the street waiting on a cab. Peter's hand on her back and a proud smile upon his lips. She wanted to squirm, the tingling intensified by the knowledge.

By the knowledge that she was his.

Peter and Sophie Entertain

Since it is the season for being Naughty and Nice and for entertaining, I thought perhaps we should have a story about dinner parties and dessert.

If you are all very good, I suspect there is more Peter and Sophie to be had.


“Sophie, remember Carlos is coming to dinner tomorrow night.” Peter mentioned as they sipped coffee and shared the New York Times.

Sophie nodded. It had been awhile since Carlos had been in town. Carlos was Peter’s closest friend. “Yes Peter.”

“What are you planning for dinner?” Peter inquired.

“I was thinking anti pasta to start, with the nice fresh cheese and the salami you like, from the deli down the street. Then perhaps we could have some veal scaloppini and a green salad or green beans, with sweeten ricotta and raspberries for dessert.”

“Lovely Sophie. That sounds wonderful actually, positively wonderful. You will serve us and remember, Carlos is a very special friend.”

Sophie nodded and added quickly, “Yes Peter.”

As she finished up the meal preparations, Peter entered the kitchen, dressed in khaki slacks and a button down shirt, the sleeves cuffed and his highly polished loafers on. He took the tray of plates and cutlery from her and nodded towards the bedroom, “Go and get ready. I laid out something for you. Hurry Carlos called and he just arrived and should be arriving within the hour.”

Sophie hurried into the bedroom and saw the cute and very feminine dress laid on the bed. Peter had bought it for her when they first were dating. It was a halter style dress, in black and white satin, with a full A-line skirt and some cute lacy petticoats under the skirt for a bit of bulk. At the waist was a red wide-ribbon belt, which set off her tiny waist so nicely. Last spring she had worn the dress to a Kentucky Derby Party at Peter’s boss’s house. She had look stunning.

Given the chill in the air, Peter had also laid out a black cropped sweater and her new string of pearls. Black flats completed the ensemble.

Quickly she jumped in the shower, but skipped washing her hair, since she had done so at the gym that morning, but Peter had been clear about his desires. She was to be clean and fresh, every time she dressed for dinner. Slathering on the moisturizer post shower and a light dusting of lightly scented powder, she pulled her hair up in to an elegant French twist and dressed. Peter had laid out a lacy strapless bra and the tiniest white lacy thong she had ever seen.

Making sure her lipstick was perfect – the red an exact match to the ribbon belt, she walked up the hallway and back to the kitchen only to find Peter opening a bottle of wine and heading out the terrace and the patio table. She heard the click of candle lighter and knew Peter was finishing the table.

She followed him out to the terrace and had to admit she loved this area of their house the best. The ample seating and the lovely water garden; so tranquil and peaceful.

Heading back to the kitchen she felt Peter come up behind, grab her hips and nuzzle her neck. Biting slightly just below her ear. Just enough to remind her who she belonged to.

“You will be a good girl tonight for me. Be polite and do as I ask. Is that understood Sophie?”

All the while he was rubbing her hips with small slow circles. His body pressed against hers.

She nodded her head. Sinking into him, until she left a firm slap against her ass.

“Sophie when I ask you a direct question, how are you supposed to answer me?”

“Yes Peter.”

“Right, now do not get sloppy about it tonight, you understand me?”

“Yes Peter. I will remember.”

Just then the door bell rang and Sophie went into the kitchen to pour the wine and Peter went to open the door. Sophie heard them talking in the foyer and she heard the noise of suitcases and the door to the guest room opening and shutting.

As she finished with the wine and had the antipasti salad plated, Peter and Carlos entered the kitchen and dining room. Peter slyly gave her the motion to stop and come forward to join them. Carlos handed her a bouquet of flowers and she blushed. Carlos, being rather tall, bent to kiss her cheek and Sophie rose up on her tippy toes to meet him.

She had met Carlos once before, but that was before Peter and she had moved in together.

“Carlos you must be hungry. Sophie has the dinner all prepared. So please come out to the terrace and enjoy the meal and relax after your trip.”

They walked out the door and Sophie followed them with the wine and the salads. As the men enjoyed the salads, Sophie sipped her wine and when Peter was almost finished, she excused herself and went inside to finish up the dinner, and plate the meal.

Returning and efficiently clearing the table and serving the dinner, she quietly refilled wine glasses and then took her place opposite Peter and listened to Carlos talking about his latest business deal.

As the meal wore on, she refilled the glasses one last time and then cleared the table.

“Espresso tonight, Peter with the desert?”

“I think just the dessert and another bottle of wine will do.”

Returning with the fruit and the ricotta, and the uncorked bottle of wine, Sophie sat back down and took a bite of her dessert.

Carlos smiled at her and winked.

Sophie smiled.

She had an idea that Carlos might know about or perhaps share some of Peter’s thoughts on relationships. She wondered if Carlos knew about them. The games they played and the way they lived.

“Sophie.” Peter said in his firm tone of voice, that special tone he generally reserved for when they were alone. “Carlos is very curious about what you have on under your dress. How about you pull the chair back a bit from the table and show him.”

Sophie blushed.

Peter leveled her a stare. A stare that said she had better hurry up and do as he had asked.

She rose gracefully and moved the chair about two feet back from the table, then a bit more and then stood in front of it and began to raise her skirt, inch by inch, until the tiny white lace thong was visible. Her bare pussy barley hidden by the lace. Her creamy white thighs and curve of her ass visible to Peter and Carlos in the muted waning daylight and the flickering candle light.

“Peter, I think your little one is slightly embarrassed.” Carlos chuckled, never taking his eyes off of her. Scanning her up and down.

Peter was beaming with pride. “She is a tad bit embarrassed but I would also wager she is aroused as well. While she does not like to admit it, she rather enjoys being admired.”

Sophie could feel herself blushing pinker and pinker because Peter was correct. They had talked about this one night when Peter fucked her. He had asked over and over, about being watched and they had woven a delicious story together that had sent her screaming over the edge.

Sophie stood there, with her skirt up as Carlos and Peter talked about normal stuff and drank some more wine. The air was cool on her skin and she could feel her pussy tingling in the cool air.

“Do you suppose she is wet and warm, Peter. Standing there like that. Or do you suppose she is cold.” Carlos mused as he swirled the wine around in his glass.

Peter smiled and looked at Sophie. Sending a chill down her spine. She blushed. She just knew what was coming, realizing now that Peter had set up the scene from their little story.

“Well perhaps we should have her check. Or better yet maybe she could show us.”

With that Peter rose and Carlos followed suite and they walked around the table and over to where she stood, like an elegant garden statue.

Peter took her hand and led her into the house and into his study, where there were two over sized leather chairs. He turned on the desk lamp and the bookcase lighting and then both he and Carlos took a seat she left her in the middle of room.

“Sophie, now that we are comfortable, please show us your lovely panties again and this time revolve slowly. I would like to see that delicious ass of yours.”

“Yes Peter.”

Sophie slowly and with elegant movements lifted her skirt and then slowly turned in a circle. Pausing so that Peter could admire her lovely ass.

“Remove the panties and bring them to me.”

“Yes Peter.”

And Sophie with as much grace as she could muster, still holding her skirt up, slowly removed the panties, dipped to the floor gracefully to retrieve them and then walked towards Peter, placing them in his outstretched hand.

“Thanks you. Please go back to the center of the room and remove your shoes. Then you may go and fetch your stool.”

Sophie took off her shoes and then skirt still held high, she walked to the closet and retrieved the black lacer bar height stool and brought it to the center of the room.

“Good girl. Now tell Carlos about your stool, Sophie.”

“When I am to be punished or if Peter feels I have been catty or sulky, I have to sit on the stool and think and ponder the reasons for my cattiness or sulkiness. Peter calls it my recentering stool.”

Carlos nodded. “Does that work Sophie?”

“Yes it does, most of the time.”

“Why do you suppose Peter asks you to sit on the stool?”

“Because a sulky or catty Sophie is not pleasing to him.”

“Ah yes, well no I can see how a sulky or catty Sophie would not be pleasing. Do you like being pleasing?”

Sophie nodded and then quickly added, “Yes. Yes I want to be pleasing.”

Peter looked at her and said, “Sophie, please sit, bare ass on the stool and raise up the front of your skirt and spread your legs.”

Blushing Sophie settled herself on the stool and did as Peter asked, spreading her legs as wide as the stool would allow.

“Peter, I would say you are correct. I believe your little Sophie is rather enjoying this. If I am not mistaken, I would say her pussy is wet.”

“I would say you are correct. Sophie please touch yourself for us and let us know if Carlos’s suspicions are correct.”

Slowly Sophie snaked her fingers down and touched her pussy, sighing deeply and enjoying the whisper of her fingers on her hairless and very wet pussy.

“Now show us.”

Sophie raised her hand and it was clear in the low light that her fingers were wet and glistening.

“Taste for us.”

Blushing she complied and moaned a bit.

“Do you want to play, Sophie?”

“Yes Peter.”

“Then by all means, But be quiet about it and no coming. You know the rules.”

The rules were she had to ask first. No coming without permission. This had been a hard rule to follow, but she was getting better about it.

As Peter and Carlos talked business and watched her intently, Sophie let her fingers touch and rub and play with quiet abandon. She was careful to not touch her clit too often.

“Sophie, please, if you are going to play, do so with some focus.”

This was Peter’s way of telling her she was wise to her game.

Focusing now, she began to circle her clit. And with each stroke she almost forgot that Carlos was there. Lost in the sensation and in the delight of being on display. It felt much as she had imagined it would. She was shy but a part of her longed to be an object of desire. To be on a pedestal and on display.

Feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge, she whimpered slightly and she could feel the tightening of her pussy and the ache building deep inside. She whimpered again.

“Sophie, I said quietly. Do we need to stop.”

“No Peter.”

“Good girl.”

And that phrase sent her closer to the edge yet and she knew that was why Peter had said it. He knew she loved being his good girl.

Feeling the edge more and more specifically now she struggled to be quiet. And to remain poised on the stool, but her hips seemed to be rocking very much on their on accord.

“Sophie, is there something you would like to ask Carlos? Perhaps you would like to ask him if you can come. Do you suppose he might enjoy seeing that?”

Sophie was shocked. She had expected him to tell her to come or to ask her if she needed to. But she had not excepted him to tell her to ask Carlos.

She blinked and then she felt the tremors beginning.

“Carlos. May I please… May I please come.”

“Do you think you need to Sophie. Couldn’t you wait just a bit longer… you are lovely to watch…” Carlos’s voice trailed off and Sophie could feel herself right on the edge.

“Please. Please may I come now.”

Silence and she knew if she came without permission Peter would be se disappointed. Especially because Carlos was here. She clung to that thought as her fingers continued to rub and dance along her pussy and rub her clit.

Off in the cloud of pleasure and desire, desire to both feel the sweet release and to please Peter, she heard Carlos’s slightly accented English saying, “Now Sophie, Now you may come, share the rapture with us.”

And then she saw stars and felt her orgasm pour out from her, staring from deep inside her and continuing to flow out from her limbs and as she slowly swam up to the surface and back to reality, she found herself nestled in Peter’s arms, in the oversized leather chair, while he and Carlos continued to sip their wine and ever so often mention quietly that she was such a “good girl.”