Finally free, I spun my legs off the wedge and sat up, grabbing Sam's arm and spinning him around, so he was facing me. I pulled him hard to me and draped my mouth over his dripping, pulsing member in one smooth motion. Before I could treat us any further, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back in an attempt to remove my mouth from his shaft. I wanted him and was determined to continue, so I clenched his butt cheeks with my fingers and pulled him forward again in an attempt to keep him in my mouth. With only the head of his cock still in my mouth, I continued sucking with purpose when he pulled my hair again this time hard enough to pull my mouth off completely. "I am your master, and you are my subject; you may not do that until I give you permission." I slouched and sat pouting and panting."You may get dressed now, no panties or bra, Wear your short, threadbare cut-offs and a tight white shirt. When you are dressed, come find me, and we will go get a bite to eat." Still slightl

I awoke to the sun's yellow beam casting a strip over my body like a highlighter on a sheet of paper. It was going to be an incredible summer day. I lay there naked in the warmth of the morning sun happy to have the day off.Work had been extremely stressful lately. My new boss was a real bitch; she had been making my life hell since her promotion. But it was a beautiful morning, I had the day off, and John was coming home today. So I pushed thoughts of work aside and focused on enjoying the beauty of the day and my plan for John's homecoming as I stroked my stomach with my hands.The touch woke my skin, and my thoughts turned erotic. I found myself suddenly aroused. My nipples were erect, and my pussy was beckoning my fingers when the chirp of my cell phone interrupted the moment. It was Sarah, the masseuse, who I had hired confirming the time she needed to be at the house this afternoon for her part of my husband John's homecoming surprise.As I turned to replace the phone on the be

It's early afternoon, and you are in town buying a new outfit for our night together. Something very soft and feminine and flowy, because you know how I love a woman; my woman, in summer, kind of short flowing type dress that is short enough to have my imagination at each breeze but just long enough to ensure modesty; something that accentuates your form to it's fullest.I have arranged for us to spend the evening in this great little cottage on the beach. It's quiet and secluded, and the beach is private. The day is hot, and the weather clear. I have also made dinner reservations for us at this very quaint and VERY private restaurant up on the coast highway overlooking the ocean.I am busy preparing your room for you, so when you come home and need to get ready for our evening, everything will be at your fingertips .even me. I can see you coming down the drive, and I meet you at your car door with a fresh cup of coffee I have just roasted the beans for and freshly ground, so the caff

Everyone said Jim Woodset was a nice guy. He was generally acknowledged to be a sensitive, caring human being; kind to animals and fair in his dealings with others. Some thought it strange that a young man, so fit and healthy, should live out here in the wilderness of Alaska so far from the fun, parties, drinking and women with no company with nothing but the wild animals of the forest.He had come to this outpost nearly ten years ago, a young man just barely out of his teens and found work on a highway maintenance crew; then, when the winter season set in and he had lost his summer job, he'd stayed on and earned a meager existence doing odd jobs. After that first winter, Jim was accepted as a member of the community.Since Jim was easily the most robust and handsomest man in the little community, most of the local women's heads were turned at one time or another. For many he was a challenge. Several of the women in the small community had entertained daydreams of some illicit liaison

The waters on the lake were a brilliant deep blue with just a slight ripple over the surface and black at the portions of the shore shaded by the big green pine and fir trees. Overhead and connected to the lake and forest was the azure sky with just a few white cirrus clouds scattered about. It was calm except for an occasional breeze that stirred the ripple on the lake.The silence was broken only by the sounds of the breeze in the trees and far off birdcalls. Occasionally, a branch breaking could be heard. The only evidence of humans ever having been there was the small campsite where David Swenson's campfire burned brightly in preparation for preparing his dinner. The two flattened logs, adjacent to the fire, made for a solid work table and his small bivy shelter with a bed of pine boughs close by completed his camp.It was a good camp, comfortable and efficient, and David, who had been coming here for several years, considered it well worth the two days of canoeing required to get