The night air was heavy with humidity and the temperature outside was hovering around 8o degrees, much too uncomfortable to be strolling the streets, so I dashed into a nightclub to relieve myself of the thickness of the heat. As I ambled through the doorway I could feel the coolness from the air conditioning inside begin to creep over my body creating a soothing calm over me.

The lounge was brimming with all sorts of people, a good mix , arduous males, dressed for the hunt, and a brood of ladies, smartly dressed and looking very spry. The bar was full, with those who appeared to be drowning their days woes, engaging in brief, sporadic conversations with those sitting next to them. The tables were engulfed by groups, mostly ladies whom appeared caught up in the latest gossip of who did what to whom, while the amorous males roamed from table to table, strutting as if in a mating ritual display, trying to attract a lucky female.

Outlining the perimeter of the lounge were the booths, large enough to encompass a group of four comfortably, and six if need be. Most of them full ,with groups of four, and mostly mixed couples. I'm assuming that these were the newly matched couples, either newly wed or newly met and trying to find a little solitude away from the hustle of the tables and the dance floor.

The booths wrapped from one end of the lounge by the front door to the back of the lounge near the phone booths and the kitchen door area. The lighting at the rear area was weak and dimly lit, casting a shadow over the last remaining two booths. From any where else in the lounge, one wouldn't be able to clearly see the person or persons that were seated at the last two booths, even by squinting the eyes, merely sihlouettes of human life form.

After spotting what I considered to be the prime seats, the last two darkened booths, I began to weave my way through the crowds of people, drinking in each face, each expression as my eyes flashed as I walked through the table area towards my destination.

Listening to the volume of each persons fleeting conversation, gave me insight as to how long each one had been there that evening. It was nearing eleven o'clock, and those who were speaking in high volume of speech, I assumed had been there since around eight or nine o'clock. They had become either deafened by the sounds of the music or had enough bar cheer in them to cause them to relax, becoming more uninhibited to their speech volume, or both.

As I approached the last two booths, I noticed that one booth was empty, and the other had only one person sitting there. I was aiming for the empty booth, when I cleared the brighter lights of the lounge and entered into the dimly lit area and my eyes adjusted, enabling me to see clearer, that the lone figure in the booth was a female. I quickly deduced that this was unusual for such a crowded, well mixed night spot, that a lady was to be sitting alone without even being circled by the male vultures that were searching for their next rendezvous.

Without hesitation, I smiled and asked if this empty seat was taken. She replied "no, have a seat". It was then that I was able to get a clear view of her, and I was astounded. She was smartly dressed, wearing a skirt that I would guess to be a little higher than mid thigh, that I had noticed as I stood asking about the vacant seat, and a blouse that was a soft white in color and the sleeves were arms length. Over the blouse was a vest that matched the skirt in style and color.

She had blonde hair which was cut on the short side and nicely styled, and a true blonde at that. Her eyes were those of dark sapphires that twinkled with a certain spark that was very enticing. Her smile was bright enough to lighten the dimness of our little dark corner with her pearly white teeth shining against the contrast of the creamy deep red lipstick that coated her full lips.

As my eyes trailed down her frame, I gazed briefly at the opening of her ruffled collared blouse seeing her creamy white pinkish chest, speckled with freckles, giving it the appearance of a light even tan as the freckles blended together. The mounds of her breasts pouted teasingly above the constraint of her bra, which sent my mind to estimating her breast size as about a 36 C, as I sat silently drinking each detail of her body.

I gazed as she lifted her glass to sip her drink, looking at her long slender fingers of each hand while she tilted the glass with one hand and situated the drink napkin with the other. I thought, either a sign of nervousness or that of a perfectionist.

All the while I explored her stunning beauty, I noticed her eyes trailing over my body, giving each part of me a once over. She covered every inch of my six feet , five inch frame and guesstimating my weight as she gazed at me. She kept looking at my hands, as if to be searching for a sign that I may be spoken for, so I obliged by placing my hands flat on the table in front of me to give her the answer to her unspoken question, which was only one diamond ring on my right ring finger.

I broke the ice by introducing myself as Viper, and she replied giving her name as Ann, then I asked curiously, why she had seated herself in the depths of the lounge, rather than being more visible at a different area of the lounge.

She replied, "I came here with someone, but he left abruptly".

I sensed from the quivering in her voice that there had been a rift between her and her companion, and that she was doing some soul searching and possibly some mending, as she sat there alone.

I asked her, "Would you prefer to be left alone?"

She replied, "No, some good company would be nice right about now".

So I nestled back against the booth and flagged a waiter to order a beverage to quench my parched throat and ordered another for the lady.

I then quipped, "Do you think I could be good company?", as I flashed a smile at her.

To which she replied, "I guess we'll find out, wont we" as she returned a smile.

Her next remark not only stunned me but sent a wave of excitement trailing down my spine when she asked, "Your place or mine?"

After quickly regaining my composure, I replied, "Mine, I have a very special place I'd like to take you this evening".

She asked "really, and where might this place be?"

"I'll need to show you, rather than tell you, that is, if you trust me?".

Curiosity getting the best of her, she agreed to go with me, only if I promised that she would be safe. Without hesitation, I assured her that she would be, and would not soon forget this special place. That was all it took for her to snap her purse and stand, waiting for me to take her to this place. This place was the Pit. My very own self designed room, with its sole purpose being nothing more than for sexual desires and pleasures to be lived out.

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The Pit was formerly a basement, a rompus room, that had been converted into my own pleasure dome. Its walls were painted black with a mural of a looming thunderstorm, complete with hues of dark blue and gray clouds and streaks of ominous lightning strikes lacing through them. A sound system that would envy a mediocre sized radio station was installed behind the wet bar in the corner of the room.

In the corner of the ceiling behind the bar was a TV that was mounted on a pedestal. The floors were covered with a thick lush dark burgundy colored carpet that swallowed your feet with each step you took. There were assorted pillows on the floor, some soft and fluffy, others firm and flat. In the center of the floor was a huge white bear skin rug, with fur that was long and fluffy. At the end of the rug was the head of the bear that had been expertly stuffed and preserved, complete with eyes as black as night and teeth that shone brightly as the mouth snarled with a vicious look.

There was a bench, resembling a weight bench, sitting to one side of the room. And a trunk sitting on the opposite side. And a couple of leather easy chairs placed along the walls completed the furnishings.

When I opened the door to the Pit, she walked in and stopped, looking intently at the room and its contents and design. I stood directly behind her, close, breathing in her scent of perfume and of her essence itself.

Her golden hair had the scent of a freshly bloomed flowered meadow. Her heigth I guessed to be around six feet tall, in comparison to my six feet five inch frame. I felt a fire begin to burn deep in the depths of my soul as I gazed at this woman's figure and drank in her beauty.

I then encouraged her to enter further into the Pit and flipped the light switch on, which turned on the ceiling lights that were low wattage to give the room a dim warm glow. As she sat her purse down on the bar and finished her inspection of the room, I lit the candles in the room that were on candle stands, located in all four corners of the room, before turning the lights back off. When the lights went off, the flickering candles gave the mural on the walls an erie reality. The candles were all scented with the aroma of cinnamon, and after they burned for several minutes, they filled the room with their sensual scent.

Now that the room had been readied to my satisfaction, I asked her if she cared for something to drink, and she asked for a glass of red wine. I took the bottle from the little fridge from under the bar and poured the glass three quarters full and handed it to her. She seemed to be getting a little more comfortable with her unusual surroundings.

We talked lightheartedly for about an hour and began a more sexually oriented conversation as the wine began to relax her more and more with each sip. She began asking questions about the room, why I had designed it the way it was, and why I referred to it as the Pit? I replied that it was a room where I could go and become who I was beneath the facade, do things beyond the ordinary.

She quipped "Oh, so you're into the kinky stuff huh?"

I replied, "No, not really, I just like to keep things interesting. It takes a willing playmate to have the most fun here, though." I added.

Seeming intrigued, she continued with her questioning.

"So, what kind of fun do you consider interesting, Viper?" said with a playful giggle.

Instead of explaining it, I took her over to the trunk, and opened it, showing her all the contents of it.

"Well, here are some outfits, one being a tight fitting latex pair of shorts, for her, and a leather thong for him, for starters."

She grabbed the thong and placed them to her nose, and took a deep breath, letting out a long low moan as she exhaled. "I love the smell of leather" she said.

I dug deeper into the trunk and extracted a blindfold, a pair of fur lined leather cuffs with Velcro fasteners for easy access, assorted peacock feathers, a cock ring, and two sets of nipple clips, along with assorted oils and personal lubricants. The look on her face as I pulled each item out was priceless. It was of shock and of that of excitement as she stood there with a devilish grin on her face and hers eyes twinkling with wonderment.

In a flash she reached out and grabbed the shiny black latex shorts and hurried off to the bathroom saying in her rush, "I'll be right back!".

In the meantime, I put on the leather thong, then pulled my tight fitting black levis back on to give the appearance that I was innocent as to what she had gone off to do, not wanting to take for granted what I was deeply hoping that she would do, get ready for an evening of pure raw, lusty sex.

I then turned the stereo on, putting in several CD's , beginning with some soft sexy music, such as mood music like rain falling, a thunderstorm and then graduating to Celine Dion and Amy Grant songs. I then sat the assorted body oils in a bowl of very warm water to get them to body temperature. Satisfied that the mood was set as far as the rooms furnishings, I sat and sipped my glass of Burgundy wine waiting for my guest to reappear.

When I heard the door opening after about 15 minutes of waiting, I peered through the dim glow of the scented candles, and felt my heart begin to quicken as my eyes began to focus on the figure that stood a few short feet from me.

There she stood, wearing a pair of spike heels, and mesh black stockings, the tightly fitting shiny black latex shorts, that let the bottom edge of her cheeks pout out from the restraining material. She wore the same white blouse that she had on earlier with the exception of wearing a different bra now, which seemed to be a size or two too small for her endowment, from the way that her mounds of breast flesh were bulging up from the opening of the blouse.

She accented all of this with a diamond encrusted black velvet choker, which gave a tantalizing contrast against her creamy pinkish white skin. Her short blonde hair had just been combed and lay perfectly around the shape of her beautiful face. Her lips were adorned with a deep red lipstick which made her teeth seem a brilliant white. Her mascara accented her eyes giving them a dark sensual color.

I walked across the room, held out my hand to her, and pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her trim waist. As my bare chest pressed against her straining breasts, I tilted my head down slightly and gave a little lick on the side of her neck, then kissed firmly , the same spot I had just licked. She tilted her head back, opening more of her neck to avail my kisses, and in an animalistic way, showing complete trust by exposing such a vulnerable area. I continued to lavish hot kisses and nibbles all over her tender nape, as my hands now began to softly caress her back, still holding her closely.

Stepping back, Ann looked at me, smiled, and slowly began unbuttoning her white blouse, being very deliberate with each button as her red nailed fingers twisted the buttons from each hole, exposing more flesh with each move. She drew the blouse down over her soft shoulders letting it fall down her arms then removing each arm until the blouse lay at her feet on the floor.

Now standing there with the undersized bra being the only restriction of freedom of her breasts, she reached down between the two straining mounds and unclasped the bra, then slowly removed it from her breasts causing them to expand to their full capacity. I stepped close to her again and took the dangling bra and slid it from her shoulders and arms, then stepped back a step and gazed at the magnificent mounds. Her breasts were like globes, full and round, the areolas were a dusty tan and punctuated with erect nipples the size of pencil erasers.

I reached out and placed my hands on them, feeling their weight, the firmness and the warmth that they exuded. I then leaned down and kissed the tops of them as I began a massage on them as a cat would massage his claws alternately. After kneading them, I leaned down and began drawing a circle around the outer diameter of one using the tip of my wet tongue, spiraling in toward the center until my tongue was dancing on her nipple.

This, she told me, made her feel as though I was gathering her nerve endings in her breast and drawing them all to her nipples, making it very sensitive. I then opened my mouth and placed as much of her warm breasts into my mouth as I could, before beginning a light suction as if to extract pleasure from the nipples of each breast.

After coating each one with the warm saliva of my hungry mouth, I pushed the two mounds together in an attempt to suck both of them simultaneously. This was impossible due to the amount of her ample breasts, so I alternated rapidly, sucking each nipple as I held them as close together as I could. A sweet, low moan escaped her deep red lips as I did this.

I fell to my knees in front of her, which placed my face just below her navel. I took my hands, and placed each one on her butt cheeks, rubbing, absorbing the feeling of the shiny, slick latex shorts that confined her, taking in the tautness of her derriere. With my hands there, I pulled her body in toward my face and made a trail of wetness with my tongue around her navel, then pointing my tongue, I slid it into her navel and wiggled it, causing her to giggle and pull away.

Kissing my way down from her tummy, I began to inhale deeper, breathing in the scent that I had been craving, filling my nostrils and head with the aroma of a woman. I relished in the smell of her heat and excitement. I could feel my stiffness become fuller as it began to throb.

I rubbed my face over the shorts she wore, feeling the heat from her body as it radiated through the impervious material, taking in the smooth slickness of it, and feeling the flesh that was restrained under it wanting to escape.

I took a step back on my knees and unsnapped the button that was the release, the escape hatch for her warm flesh to be set free. Peeling down the skin tight shorts was in itself enticing, exposing her nakedness to me, just a few precious inches away. To my surprise and delight, there was no sign of body hair. She had shaved it completely bald, leaving her soft pouting lips exposed to the warm air of the room........... and to me. I leaned my face to within inches of her smooth labia, and took in a deep breath through my nostrils, basking in her scent.

Helping her step out of the shorts, I then stood up and gazed at her shapely figure, clad only in stockings and spike heels now. At this point, she reached out and grabbed the button to my levis, and pulled me in closer to her.

With a twist of her thumb and finger the jeans top sprang open, and she grabbed the zipper and began tugging slowly downward until it had bottomed out. A grin bloomed on her face when she saw the leather thong peeking through the gap of the opened jeans. She tugged on the sides of the jeans lowering them until they lay in a heap on the floor at my feet. I stepped out of them, leaving me standing there with only the small leather thong covering my excited maleness.

My arousal was obvious by the dark pink tip of my swollen member peeking just over the top of the elastic band of the thong. Ann asked me to do a pirouette, as a fashion model on a runway would do, so she could take in the full panoramic view of the fit of the thong as it clung to my hot flesh.

When I had turned my back, she grabbed my bum and stopped my movement, taking in the muscular globes of my butt cheeks. She grabbed each cheek, one in each hand and squeezed, feeling the firmness, before placing her face in close, to breath in the scent of my heat combined with the aroma of the thin leather strap that ran up the center. A loud pleasing moan came from deep inside her throat as she inhaled.

Then spinning me around again, stopping me with my bulging manhood, covered by a thin layer of leather, inches from her face . Ann then placed her lips on my belly just above the band of the thong, as I felt her mouth open slightly, and then felt the leather as it was being pulled down slowly over my throbbing cock and legs.

Once the thong had been removed, Ann commented on the fact that I had no hair on my testicles or the base of my penis. I felt myself blush, as I told her that I liked keeping it shaved for comfort.

Then she asked the question that sent a shiver of excitement through my loins and up my spine, "Can I shave you the rest of the way?"

I stuttered when I replied "Yeah, if you want to".

I retrieved the necessary tools to do the task for her, a shaving mug, brush and a straight razor, complete with a razor strop. She looked surprised, and told me that she had never held a straight razor much less shaved with one. I told her that she would do fine and slapped the razor against the smooth leather strop to put a fine hone on the polished steel blade before handing it to her.
She lathered the brush up with thick hot white shaving cream and generously applied it to my pubic area that would soon be shorn of its hair. She then took the razor and opened it, and held it, after I showed her how to hold it properly, and then placed the razor sharp edge at the line of thick hair inches above my still rock hard manhood.

I suggested that she visualize seeing the blade gliding easily over the flesh, not applying any pressure, rather using short sweeping strokes as if just trying to sweep the thick cream off leaving nothing but pink flesh.

I then focused my eyes straight ahead not wanting to make her more nervous by watching her every move, even though I had a great deal of trepidation. After standing there for what seemed like a long time, I mustered up enough courage to look down, only to notice her shaving hand trembling. I gulped as I felt the cold steel against my skin and the sweeping motion begin, just as I had instructed.

I couldn't help but imagining the remainder of my life, living as a Eunich. Then I felt that tweak of searing pain as the blade dug too deep into my tender flesh. Looking down with sweat breaking from my brow was an incredible sight. There was my hard protruding cock jutting out from a sea of thick, snow white shaving cream, with a trickle of bright red blood dripping into the contrast of the pure white foamy lather. It was strangely erotic.

She was shaking now, apologizing profusely. I smiled at her and told her to relax. She said that she couldn't do this. I replied with a soft soothing voice that she couldn't just leave me like this, and that she should just take a deep breath and relax. She regained her composure and licked the little trickle of blood from the nick, then proceeded the shave me bare, without injury.

I must admit that it was a strange sight to peer down and see nothing but bare skin and my proudly standing penis with no hair surrounding it. In fact it gave the appearance of making me look larger due to no nesting around it taking away from the length of it.

With the shaving finished, she took the towel and wiped the excess lather off then stood and looked down proudly at her handy work, pleased that all of my body parts were still in tact with only a small nick to prove her inexperience.

I grabbed her and drew her in close to me, as the stereo began to play Celine Dions song, "Seduces Me". I looked into her eyes and saw the excitement that she was having, coursing through her veins in anticipation of what would take place next.

My right hand slid down between the two of us, and I placed it between her legs feeling the wetness that coated her lips and thighs. I lifted my hand back up, placing it to my mouth then slid my two wet fingers into my hungry mouth as she watched with intent. Her mouth fell open when I did this, so I slid my fingers from my mouth and directly into hers, which she accepted eagerly, and began brushing her tongue over them cleaning any residue that I had left.

When I pulled her into me, we could feel our naked and bare loins as they rubbed together, both slightly sticky from the juices that had already escaped in anticipation and excitement.

I stepped back away from her, and walked over to the treasure chest along the wall and peered into, and pulled out the fur lined cuffs, nipple clips, and the peacock feathers. I glanced over at Ann and she had a smirk on her face, as if to say "Don't even think for a minute that you're going to use that stuff on me".

I slung the cuffs, that were connected with a chrome chain, and slung them over my shoulder, then placed the nipple clips between my teeth, and carrying the feathers in one hand, then swiped the Kama sutra oil from the bar with the other hand, and walked to the bench, in the middle of the room , and sat down.

Ann gazed at me for a few minutes, then began stepping towards me as I sat, watching. The music on the stereo had changed from the soft seductive sounds of Celine to a slinky beat of Led Zepplins "The Lemon Song".

As Ann walked towards me, her steps became a strut, as the atmosphere, combined with the sounds and the relaxing effects of the wine overcame her, she began a slow sensual gyrating dance in beat with the rythm of the song.

I watched intently as she gyrated her hips around in big circles, and spinning slowly with the beat of the music, lusting after her with my thoughts and eyes. She made her way over to me and extended her hands out to me, still dancing in tune with the beat of the music. I stood and walked as if hypnotized by her movements, until I was standing away from the furniture and the bench. She then began her slow dance around me, brushing against me with her naked body, sending a rush of heat to my nerve endings everyplace that she touched.

After the song had reached its climax, I grabbed Ann and pulled her close to me, every inch of exposed flesh burning with desire. But now I must take this vixen to heaven, in ways only know to Viper. I walked her over to the bench and sat her down at the end of it, then laid her back onto the bench. I stood at the end of the bench looking at her naked body, covered with a fine mist of perspiration, drinking in her beauty with my hungry eyes.

I took the bottle of oil, uncorked the top, and dribbled some oil onto her misted body, from her neck down to her ankles. I then reached down and began to massage the fragrant oil deep into her flesh.

Taking effort not to touch her breasts, I slowly massaged in the oil around her neck and chest then down her arms. When at the breasts, I rubbed the oil all around them, but not onto them. It was enticing to watch the oil that I had dribbled onto her nipples, slowly trickle down the sides of her mounds.

Ann moaned when I avoided her breasts and began to pout when I shook my head that I was not going to touch them ...yet. Instead, I continued my massage down her torso to her tummy, which was flat and firm, using my big hands and fingers spreading and rubbing in the oil. The massage continued downward, to her navel, which I then placed a drop of oil onto the tip of my tongue and slowly slid my tongue inside there to coat it with the warm oil. Slowly moving down with my hands again, I rubbed the oil into her pubic mound, using a firm pressure.

Ann reached up and grabbed my hands to push them into her soft moist crotch. I pulled away, and in a soft whisper said, "in time baby". It was then that I grabbed the fur lined cuffs and placed them around her wrists, taking the chain that connected them underneath the bench that she laid on, preventing her from being able to raise her hand higher than her sides. I finished the massage of the remaining oil into her thighs, making sure that I did not make any contact with her soft wet triangle.

After the massage, I walked back to the trunk and pulled out the blindfold then before placing it over Ann's eyes, I leaned downed and gave her a soft kiss on her still pouting lips.

I asked her in a low soft voice, "Trust me baby?"

She whispered back, "yes".

The blindfold too was made of soft leather, which gave her the ever present scent of leather along with the musk that began to fill the room from the pheromones that escaped from both of us.

With the blindfold in place and her hands restricted, I walked around the bench, and randomly leaned down, placing a kiss here, a nibble there, still not touching her breasts or puswah. After several minutes of this torment, she began talking to me in low raspy tones, trying to coax me into taking her completely and right now. I did not say a word, rather continued my random assault of kisses , now moving in closer to her soft spot and breasts each time I placed a kiss or a lick.

I stood at the end of the bench and looked in between her legs at her soft spot and noticed that the bench there had become wet from the juices that escaped from her. It was then that I leaned down to her breasts and before touching them with my hot tongue, first breathed a hot heavy breath onto them, causing her to moan once again.

Then very slowly, I lowered my open mouth over one of her breasts taking in as much of it as I could before sliding my mouth back up to the nipple, much like eating an ice cream cone. When she felt my mouth take her breast, she began to whimper with excitement. I repeated this on her other breast. After filling my hunger there, I removed the blindfold from her eyes. I still left her hands restricted, but wanted her to watch as I made my way to her wet dripping pussy. I rely a great deal on the eyes when I pleasure a woman, seeing her desires and reactions.

I got on my knees and started at her ankles, one on either side of the bench, and began dragging my tongue up , onto the calf and up to the knees, then continuing up the thigh, stopping at the crease of where the thigh connected to the hip, then repeating the same technique on the other leg and stopping at the same spot.

By this time, Ann was beginning to moan louder and her hips were moving from side to side. I moved in deliberate slow movements as I grasped one hand on either thigh, and pushed her legs apart wider exposing more and more of the soft wet, area that I was about to devour.

I licked my way to the inner part of her trembling thigh, then with one long slow lick, using just the tip of my tongue, licked her right up the center of her softest spot from her rear end up the center of her very being finishing at the top of her mound. As I brushed her swollen clit with my tongue, her legs began to quiver and I knew that she was not far from climaxing, so I concentrated my tongue on other areas of her soft wet mound not touching her love trigger, prolonging her wave of pleasure once again.

Her voice was now a louder tone, seemingly irritated from the torment of endless teasing. I stopped her torture and unleashed her restricted hands, setting them free to roam. Ann had a glaze over her eyes, that were now a dark blue, and her coy grin was replaced with an intense determined look of hot passion, as she quickly got up from the padded bench.

She looked at me and a daring voice asked me if I would be as brave and willing as she had been by laying down on the bench for her. I smiled at her devilishly and nodded that I would , and did so.

Ann changed took the blind fold and placed it over my eyes, then removed it suddenly, saying, "On second thought, I want you to see everything that's going to happen to you".

She then cuffed my wrists as I had done hers, taking them under the bench to avoid movement of them. She then picked up the long feathers that lay on the floor and began stroking them down my entire body as if painting me with them. They felt soothing yet tantalizing at the same time. Ann then walked to the bench and with her standing at my head, straddled the bench and my body with her legs directly over my face, but far enough away to prevent me from lifting up and touching her. She then leaned forward placing one hand on either of my thighs, and lowered her head to within an inch of my erect aching manhood, and began blowing softly on it.

The way her body was positioned I was able to see between her leaning body and mine, as she began to trail her tongue all around my shaved pubic area, never touching my engorged cock.

When I shifted my eyes to avoid seeing my torture as well as feeling it, the only sight I had was that of her succulent wet pouting pussy just out of reach of my face and hungry tongue. As I lay there I knew that my torture was being able to see rather than not being able to. Ann began licking all around my freshly shaven groin ,taking great effort not to touch my throbbing member.

She licked on either side of where my cock lay against me, trailing her wide tongue down into the insides of my thighs, then licking across my heavy aching balls to the other side completing the circle of torture around my most sensitive area. After several times of this torment she then placed her mouth directly above my cock, and stretched her pointed tongue out until it made contact with the glistening droplets of excitement that now coated its dark pink head.

I believe that every nerve fiber in my body was all collected in my aching member, because when she made contact, I felt fire race deep into my loins With her hands still placed on my hips for support, she leaned down, and placed the bulging head into her mouth and began devouring every inch of my manhood, moving agonizingly slowly until its entirety had nestled into her hot mouth. I felt the bulbous head as it pressed against the back of her throat, then felt it slip deep into her as she relaxed her throat muscles.

Once there, she paused and I then felt her tongue sliding over the shaft and head in a tongue dance that nearly sent me over the edge, before she began her ascent back up, moving as slowly as she had done going down on it, till her lips pursed at the tip of my drooling cock.

Ann continued this play several more minutes before I begged her to stop, not wanting to end this way. I wanted to feel her heat, inside of her still oozing puswah. When she stood, I got up from the bench and picked up the nipple clips that lay on the floor next to the bench. I commanded her to lie on the bench before me, making sure that her hips were at the end of the bench, allowing me complete unobstructed access to her.

I squatted beside her and took the clips and placed one on one of her nipples. The clips looked like wide, rubber tipped tweezers, with a ring around it to hold the clips in place from the desired pressure applied. As I closed the clip on her nipple, I told Ann to tell me if it was too tight, and she told me that her nipples were very sensitive, and to be very careful not to hurt her.

I assured her that these were designed for pleasure and nothing more. Once the clip was in place on her first breast, I repeated the process on the other one. Now she lay there adorned with a clip on each nipple connected by a silver chain. I reached down and grabbed the chain in the middle and pulled gently, watching her breasts as they lifted together. Ann moaned as I did this, not in pain but in pleasure.

As I stood at the end of the bench and peered down at this hot woman lying on the bench, legs spread and seeing the wetness seeping from within her, I paused, taking in the entire surroundings. The heavy scent of the cinnamon candles, the music playing its sensual beat, the dim lighting from the flickering candles as they cast shadows against the mural of a thunderstorm on the walls, and the scent of sex in the room, all sending shivers down my spine. I muttered to myself, " Now its time to get down to business", happy that my lair was complete.

I lay my body down on top of Ann, relishing in the feel of her soft warm skin against mine, as each inch of flesh meshed together as one. I positioned myself to where my aching cock was pressing snuggly between her hot soft wet lips and began to slide in and up and down motion, sliding my shaft over the outside of her inner lips, noticing her erect clitoris as it massaged the tender underside of my hard cock.

As my shaft rubbed in between her, Ann began a low growling moan. I gazed down at her, and noticed that her eyes were closed. I leaned down to her ear and whispered in a hot whisper, " open your eyes baby, and let me see into your heart". When her eyes opened, they were very dark and glazed with passion. We never lost eye contact after that moment, as we peered deeply into each others eyes.

After several minutes of sliding between her wet lips, Ann looked at me in a desperate way and whimpered, "Fuck me, NOW". To remind her who was in control, I tilted my head down and grabbed the chain of the nipple clips between my teeth, and as I inserted just the tip of my glazed cock head, I tilted my head backwards enough to cause the clips to pull her breasts up some by her nipples.

Ann let out a loud moan, and I felt her nails digging into my back, and then felt the tip of my cock as it was being clamped down on by her contracting pussy opening as Ann climaxed her first time.

After feeling her first wave subside , I released the chain from between my teeth and let it fall back down between her still heaving breasts. I pressed my body back down against hers completely and began slipping my manhood into her dripping opening inch by inch moving ever so slowly. The feel of her searing pussy around my aching member was electrifying. It resembled a very hot wet soft engulfing velvet glove.

Once completely inside of her I paused to enjoy the feeling of her wrapped around me, and the warmth of her ass cheeks as my hairless balls lay against them.

I began a pumping motion, going completely in then out each time, only to insert again and dive in as deeply as I could. My motion became faster, still using full length strokes, as Ann wrapped her long legs around my thrusting waist. My pace changed from long strokes to short chopping strokes, making sure to bump her clit with each down stroke, only to revert back to the long deep strokes getting harder and faster as we went.

At one point due to the intensity of the thrusting, I became aware by feeling my balls as they bounced against her butt cheeks, which prompted me to whisper to Ann in a raspy voice if she too felt them slapping her there. At this point all she could muster was a moan.

After about ten minutes of hard deep and fast thrusting, I felt the familiar tingling in my loins and told Ann that I would soon spill my hot sticky seed. She moaned loudly this time, "Cum with me".

I began talking more nasty words to her such as, "You want to feel my white hot heat baby? Do you want it deep inside of you or on you?".

She did not answer, rather moaned and whimpered her delight with either thought.

I felt the hot syrup rising up the shaft of my fleshy piston as I plunged hard and deep. When the hot sticky cum began to jet from the tip of my convulsing cock head, I buried it deeply into her and watched through slitted eyes at her face as her womb became filled with my heat.

Once my spasms eased, I withdrew and watched as the last spurts splashed onto her pubic mound. I watched intently as Ann began rubbing the cum into her body where it had splashed, stopping to stick her fingers into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of my juices.

I couldn't resist kneeling down at her still exposed pussy and stretching my tongue out as far as it would go, and dipping it inside of her spread lips tasting the unique mixture of both of our juices. Ann grabbed my hair on my head and pulled my face into her when I did this, and climaxed once again, flooding my snaking tongue with more of her essence.

I made my way to my feet and the sight of her still quaking body twisting on the bench before me sent a renewed fire deep within my loins. My manhood never lost any tinsel strength, and remained as rigid as a steel spike.

I helped Ann to her feet and we stood face to face when she grabbed each side of my juice covered face and began licking me as a mother cat would clean her baby kitten. With each lick, she moaned in delight, savoring the taste.

Reaching down with her free hand now, she grasped my erection, and smiled devilishly at me once more, saying, "I want some more of this!"

Unfortunately we had both lost track of the time and when she saw that it was 6:00 a. m. on the digital clock on the VCR, she gasped and said that she had a business meeting at 8:00 a.m. that could make her company millions of dollars. I told Ann where the shower was located and the fresh linens and she gave me a deep kiss, then rushed out of the room.

I wrote Ann a short note with my cell phone number on it and left it on top of her purse telling her next time that she was in Chicago, that I'd look her up, if she wanted, and signed it Viper. With that I jumped into my car and drove off, searching for the next rendezvous. Need more prey!