So, this is a true story. It happened between me and a friend Saturday night June 20. The friend with whom it happened with is the writer, and he has given permission for me to post it.

Encounter

8:00 p.m.

I am standing in front of her, allowing my eyes to drift over her slowly. Her posture and expression betray her shyness: we are finally alone, the door closed and locked behind us, and now that the moment has come she is nervous about taking the first step. I take it for her: moving up to her I wordlessly move her hair away from her shoulder where it has fallen, obscuring her neck, and plant slow, gentle kisses – starting from her collarbone and moving to a point behind her ear that elicits a delicious moan. All sense of shyness and trepidation evaporates, as our hands start to explore each other. Clothing is shed, and our lips now frantically seeking each other out we move to the bed still locked in our embrace. She lies on the mattress, and I on top of her. My lips move to her neck again, then downwards: at her breasts I linger, pausing to kiss, and lick, and suck both plump nipples, feeling the first harden under my tongue, and the second already fully erect. My tongue strays lower now, criss-crossing her belly, plunging downwards, but then outwards; tracing patterns on the inside of her thigh, moving tantalisingly close to its target, then drifting away. At a moan of protest, I relent, and all of a sudden I am upon her; my tongue working at her clit, the fingers of one hand working inside of her. My world is now her smell and her taste, and the feeling of her legs wrapped around my neck, and her fingers entwined around my hair pulling me inwards. Two days ago it was to my surprise that she told me that she had never had this before, and while I have plans for her, right now all I desire is to give her all of the pleasure that my hands and tongue can provide. Soon the gentle rocking of her hips becomes a desperate thrusting, and she climaxes with a shout. Shudders travel through her like aftershocks, but I am next to her now, my arms around her shoulders, my hands stroking her hair, gently holding her until the sensations subside. We kiss, her lips meeting mine greedily, and delighting in the taste of herself that still lingers.

9:00 p.m.

I am standing in front of her again, this time all sense of shyness is banished. My hand strokes her cheek, moving her hair out of the way again so that I may see her face clearly. "You told me that you were a good girl, eager to please. Obedient. Are you ready to show me?"

She nods her assent.

"Kneel."

She does so.

"Open."

Her mouth opens, the tip of her tongue protruding just beyond her lower lip. I move closer, and the head of my cock is now resting between her lips. Eagerly she shifts forwards, engulfing me in her mouth, her lips and tongue working on me. I smile inwardly, enjoying both the sensation and her eagerness to please, and let it happen for another ten seconds before speaking again. "And just what the fuck did you think you're doing?" She stops, looking up at me with surprise.

"Get up. Bend over the bed."

She does so, her face betraying confusion.

"You said that you were going to be obedient. Did I tell you to start sucking my cock?"

"No."

"Stay there."

I select a flail for my purposes. Small and light, it terminates in a cluster of dozens of thin rubber strands, and produces a delightful sting. I am standing behind her now, and begin. A rhythmic pattern of light taps against her ass is punctuated by occasional hard strikes; making it impossible for her to predict when the real strikes will come. Ten strikes in this manner, and then constant hard strikes until the seventh such strike in a row forces a sound from her on the borderline between a gasp and a moan. I relent.

"Are you ready to try again?"

She nods.

"Kneel. Open." A pause. "Now, please me."

She does, never stopping in her attentions until the last sticky drop slides down her throat.

9:30 p.m.

She lies on the bed, on her side, with instructions to keep the rabbit vibrator thrumming away inside of her, and to not pause in pleasuring herself without permission. She is unbound, but her obedience keeps her where I need her to be. The blindfold goes on first, a catch in her breathing betraying her excitement as her vision is obscured. I let her lie there for a while, marinating in anticipation. The first clothespin is applied directly to her nipple, eliciting a wince of pain. It's too much for her now, so I compromise: three clothespins to a breast, clustered around her areolas but leaving the nipples themselves free. She bites her lower lip, but finds the discomfort stimulating rather than simply painful. A length of string is wound through the clothespins on her right breast and then I begin. The flail again drums its random pattern of taps and strikes, but this time her whole body is my canvas and I alternate between her thighs, her ass, and her left breast. Short, sharp tugs and long, gentle pulls on the string in my left hand produces a series of gasps from her, and I gradually intensify my treatment. Her breathing becomes shallower and more rapid, and I break my silence. "You'll ask me permission, won't you? When you're on the edge. And you'll ask nicely?" A soft "Yes." is gasped, and we continue. Her breathing becomes gasps, and then moans, and finally she begins to beg."Please may I cum Sir, please?." I wait silently for a slow five-count, then speak. "Cum for me." Her hips are bucking wildly and her hands working the vibrator frantically inside of her. And just as the sensations overtake her, and her back arches, and she reaches the crest of her orgasm and begins to cry out, without warning I savagely pull my left hand back, pulling every last clothespin clear of one breast while my right hand rains blows with the flail on the other, knocking two of the pegs clear. Gratifyingly, her hands still keep working through this treatment, even as her shouts intensify. And as she begins to slow down, her shouts becoming a whimper, I am upon her again, holding her close until her trembling subsides, soothing noises being interspersed with whispers of "Good girl, good girl." Days later, she will tell me of finding a wayward peg on the floor and her nipples tingling delightfully at the sight of it.

10:30 p.m.

She is crouched between my thighs, one hand on my cock, the other below that, gently circling a well-lubricated finger around my ass. I nod, and she begins to work it into me, marvelling with delight at the reaction that she is producing from me. A second finger soon joins in. This is as much as I've ever taken, but tonight was always about exploring boundaries. At my behest she takes out a slim plug, and before I know it it's inside of me; the flared base nestling gently against my ass, its tip giving me a pleasant sensation of fullness, and she takes me into her mouth. As I lie back, enjoying the sensations, my eyes light upon the collection of toys on a nearby shelf.

"Stop."

She looks at me quizzically.

"I want that one."

The G-spot stimulator lying on the shelf is long, and curved, and has a bulbous tip roughly the same size and shape as a small hen's egg. She raises an eyebrow at me but, covering it in a well-lubricated condom, presses it against me.

"Slowly. Gently."

I open up to receive it, gradually accumulating my body to its presence. I cannot see what is happening, and have no idea how far I have left to go, but just before I relent and cry that it is too much, the widest part passes into me and the rest of the head slides in easily. With a mischievous smile she turns the knob at the base of the vibe, and a slow thrum becomes a buzz, and then a powerful roar; much stronger than I had anticipated. Leaving the vibe in place, the bottom of the bulbous tip just nestled against the inside of my ass where the nerves are the most sensitive, she goes to work again on me with hands and lips and tongue. The double stimulation is amazing, and soon my hands are gripping the sheets tightly and I begin to writhe. My moans become more frantic, and sensing what is approaching she takes me deep into her mouth. The feeling builds, and builds and builds, and once it reaches the familiar level that usually heralds orgasm it continues to peak. Finally, when I feel like there is no limit to how high the tension can get, my orgasm comes in waves. I feel myself spasm as the pleasure then builds again. Something's wrong; it has never felt like this before, and at that moment I realise that she is still sucking and licking in a frenzy, oblivious to my orgasm. I dimly realise that I've come, but that her mouth is somehow empty, and she does not know to stop. Before I can say a word, another, harder orgasm comes crashing down upon me, but instead of subsiding it just keeps going. I lose control, completely and utterly. I begin to writhe uncontrollably, and then harsh shouts erupt from me that quickly turn to whimpers. She looks up at me quizzically, her hand replacing her mouth and never slackening the pace, and I don't know whether to be thankful for that or not. A string of babbling intersperses my whimpering.

"Please… it's so good… it's so fucking goooood… oh fuck… FUCK… I can't stop… I…" and then I scream, losing all pretence of restraint as the final tremors of the orgasm rip through me and I collapse, utterly spent.

7:00 a.m.

Our bodies drifted towards each other during the night, and we woke intertwined shielding each other from the morning's Winter cold. Good morning kisses became slow, languid caresses, and our hands explored each other's bodies. I brought her off twice with my hands, noting the point after her orgasm's crest where her moans of pleasure developed their harsh edge as her sensitivity intensified, but going no further. For my part, I denied her access to my cock, telling her to be patient, and her patience will now be rewarded. I am inside of her; and am all slow, deep thrusts and firm, passionate kisses. My lips stray to her neck and breasts as I maintain my rhythm, and then I raise up slightly, smiling down on her and watching with interest the expressions playing across her face. Her eyes open and she looks at me hungrily. My hand strays to the nearby shelf and I select a vibrator. Switching it to maximum I toy her clit for a while as I maintain my thrusting, and then I lay it down vertically from the top of her labia to just above where I am penetrating her, and lay forward again – holding it in place with the pressure between my hips and hers. She moans, and I begin to thrust harder: this is no longer languid lovemaking, I'm fucking her, hard, and the double stimulation of the vibe and my cock is doing its work. She comes. I don't relent. And when her sensitivity increases and she starts to squirm, I hold her down by both wrists and grind my hips into hers as hard as I can; continuing to thrust as the vibrator is pressed even more firmly against her clit. She whimpers, and struggles, and tries to break free, but her safeword is tellingly unused even as she reflexively protests against what I am doing. Finally I relent, and the vibrator is cast aside and the thrusting stops, though I am still deep inside her as she holds me tight. "Bastard." she whispers to me, grinning, when her breath returns. My response is five long, hard, deep thrusts inside of her without warning. "Serves you right." I reply. We stay clasped together for a while, kissing, quietly talking, and I occasionally tease her by a shift of my hips or a quick thrust. And then it is my turn: she lies back on the bed with her head off the edge, and I thrust in and out of her mouth; alternating between rapidly playing the head of my cock between her lips and eager tongue, and slowly fucking the length of her throat. As I come I bid her not to swallow, to hold it in her mouth instead. She does so. I tell her to show me, she opens her mouth, and I see my stickiness coating her tongue, and then finally I tell her to swallow, which she does with a mischievous smile. "Good girl. Gold star." I kiss her deeply, we lie on the bed for another while silently holding each other, and then I rise and dress.

8:00 a.m.

I drive my car down the winding country road from her house, squinting slightly at the early light. We have said our goodbyes, I may not ever see her in person again. My mind plays upon the night and the morning's events, and I silently mouth two words into the chill of the morning air. "Thank you."

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