zondag 17 januari 2016

The Walk of Fame

How she loved Tuscany. Not the big cities where everybody went to see the art, following the tourist guides and admire the same things as all the other people. No she was smitten by the little villages and towns in all their splendour and every day life. The locals didn't realise they were living in such adorable environments. She wondered if she would take things for normal if she was living over here permanently. Absolutely not!

She had enjoyed last night very much: drinking great wine outside on a square was not something you could do in their own country. There are no such squares and even so: the weather would never permit it. It had been quite late when they got back to their apartment and they had been so tired that they went to sleep almost as soon as the moment they had reached their bed.

This morning she had expected him to wake her up with being all over her. Until now their mornings had been filled with sex; it was a good thing the hotel changed their sheets daily.
While she had her eyes get used to the daylight, she noticed him singing in the bathroom, having a shower. She decided to have quick wash and get dressed, maybe they could have breakfast on the balcony. To order room service it would be better to be a bit dressed. She would have to open the front door, leading to the street because they had been given an apartment next to the main hotel accommodation. For meals they always had to go on the street to the neighbouring building.

Like every day she started with the lovely lingerie they had bought together a few days ago. She was very aware how he loved to see her in one of the sets, even when it might be more comfortable to wear less under her clothes. He came out of the bathroom while she still only was wearing knickers, bra and stockings. Humming he put on one of his white shirts, stopped while being halfway with the buttons and watched her with that naughty glint in his eyes she knew quite well by now.

"Stop right there!" he said. "Now put on your high heels and show me", he added. She did what he asked, stepped in front of him and turned around a few times. "So lovely", he sighed.
What followed she didn't expect at all. He asked if she remembered that she promised to do everything he would ever ask of her. She nodded with mixed feelings, what weird idea had slipped in his mind?
He demanded that she would walk in front of him to the door. She did this, being sure she used her hips as much as possible to show off to him.

In front of the door he stopped her: "I want you to walk to the end of the street and back like this."
She shook her head in disbelief and because she didn't want this at all. "You promised!", he urged.
The few moments she doubted were enough for him. "I love you!", he said and opened the door.
"On one condition", she tried to win some time, "I want to wear that black jacket and the hat that are hanging over there." She had tried to wear these items before, he had made love to her dressed in only these. Of course he remembered how she had used them to turn him on and he agreed.

After she got ready he pushed her out of the door. It was very quiet in the street, she was lucky this was not happening to her in Rome, Torino or such. "Go on!", he shouted through the closed door.
First she thought of sneaking her way, trying to be as small as possible. Then she felt this should be different: she was lovely and being loved and she was going to show it!
This was not a Walk of Shame but a Walk of Fame.
So upright and proud she walked on, one of the workers of the hotel was outside reading his newspaper, but somehow he had only eye for the news. He greeted her without noticing how she went.

The whole thing was a lot easier than she expected: the only person to be seen in the street was the man from the hotel staff.
When she knocked at the door her lover opened it immediately, grabbing her while closing the door.
He drew her pants down and made her step out of them, went on his knees in front of her. She knew what he wanted and spread her legs a bit. His face went to her crotch and after touching her, opening her lips with his fingers she felt his tongue going on a mission. She thrust her hips forward to meet him a bit more and spread her legs a bit more too. The tongue had found it's goal very soon and he started to lick and suck, only once stopping to announce that she was very very wet. She had pushed his head back: she didn't need to hear this, she knew very well.

When she came she leaned heavily on him to prevent falling. He waited for her to steady herself and then got up. He kissed her and she tasted her sweet self on his lips and tongue.
"Next time I will ask you to walk up and down the street stark naked", he declared. His shirt showed that he had quite a big erection, he was very aroused.
"If you promise that you will not do this, I offer you something else", she reacted. He looked at her questioningly. "You can have me like this on the balcony, if you promise that. Otherwise I will get dressed."

Her hand slid under the shirt and touched his throbbing member. "Okay", he moaned and took her by the other hand and they walked through the room. He opened the French windows, pushed her to the end of the balcony, made her bend over the balustrade and entered her without any further delay.
She could hear in his way of breathing that he would be coming very soon. That moment the French windows next door opened too and she could hear somebody coming on the neighbouring balcony.
She realised they were making a very weird spectacle.

"There, there! Can you see it?", she shouted and pointed vaguely to something in the sky.
"Yes, yes, I see it!", he bellowed behind her and she felt him spurting his load into her.

Photo courtesy of Hera Bell, http://www.glamourmakeoverphotography.com/

woensdag 13 januari 2016


When he got the invitation it had seemed a great idea. It would be a joy to see his best friends Steve, Mac and Justin again and he had known their partners almost as long as they had known them himself. That could not become a problem either. Quite the contrary: he liked these girls a lot. They all had been very nice towards Tiff, from the moment they had met her. Never the name of his ex was even mentioned, they had accepted his new wife like she had been one of the "crew" from the start.

Tiff had been enthusiastic from the moment she had heard about the reunion. They had hired a mansion in the South of Belgium with four bedrooms and an immense living room. One bedroom was downstairs, which Steve had claimed because he was an old man according to himself. So he should avoid walking the stairs. With a big laugh everybody had agreed. The surroundings were great, they had lovely walks in the woods and the weather gods had been very sympathetic towards them.

Until that soggy afternoon. They had been caught by a drizzle that had cooled down the atmosphere, it had even made himself a bit grumpy. The gallantry from his friends towards his wife, who was some years younger than the rest and quite good looking, started to irritate him. Helping her over a fallen tree or down a steep slope even before he could get to her, was a bit over the top. He thought their wives were thinking the same, but they seemed to be trying not to notice it. They were all wearing macs with the hoods covering most of their faces, so it was hard to tell.

When they were nearing the mansion he tried to shake the miserable feeling off. These were good guys and he had known them from the time they were teenagers. Steve and his wife Liz had been a huge support during his painful divorce. Instead of having jealous feelings towards him, he should be feeling guilty for having a secret. One evening when he was really down he had been together with Liz. She had held him while he had a breakdown, was in tears. Things got out of hand: it had led to them having sex on the floor of the living room. They had never talked about it afterwards.

It was good to be back inside, they turned the heating up and Justin started a fire in the fireplace. All the men had a good poke in the flames which caused Liz to exclaim that there was a hidden arsonist in every man. They all had a good laugh.
Mac's wife Belle came in with a bottle of wine, glasses were found and soon they cheered about the lovely time they were enjoying.

What to do in the middle of a rainy afternoon?
Justin suggested to play a game of poker; he had seen a set of cards in one of the cupboards. His wife Tammy pretended to have a big yawn. How boring!
Mac came with the idea of transferring the game in strip poker, that would be fun for the ladies. Liz thought it could be spiced up if the wives would have to follow the men in the stripping. They all laughed, it sounded like fun and not really shocking: they all had seen each other naked before.

Of all the people he had expected the next suggestion the least coming from his Tiff.
"It would be really a challenge if the loser's wife has to be a sex slave for the other men for an hour or such." It was not clear if she meant this as a sort of joke, a sign that she thought the whole idea was silly. But her words were applauded to, Liz literally clapped in her hands and showed a big grin.
He didn't want to be a party spoiler and Tiff didn't blink an eye. It was hard to tell if she regretted her words.

The game was started and soon they were all losing garments. The men were a bit hidden while they were around the dinner table, but the women were sitting in all their splendour around the coffee table. When Tiff lost her bra he could sense his friends to have a good look at her fierce pear shaped breasts. The nipples were hard, it could hardly be caused by the temperature in the room.
Her breasts were so different from the heavy ones that Tammy already had been showing for some time. They were firm too, but gravity was having it's effect.

The end of the game was near, it looked like Steve and Liz were going to lose. Mac was already suggesting to her that she should search in the cupboards for a whip. Maybe they would be using it on her. But all the last rounds were lost by himself; with every piece of clothing Tiff lost, she asked him to improve his play a bit. Her laugh was sounding different now, at least he could sense some nerves entering her mind.

The last hand was played and he ended up with a miserable pair of 7's. Not enough. He sighed and removed his boxer shorts while he saw his lovely Tiff removing her lovely pearly string.
"This is it or is there still a last round to be played", he asked with a dry mouth.
"No excuses, no delays, we are coming for our price!", Justin walked towards Tiff, took her by the hand and almost dragged her towards Steve and Liz's bedroom, followed by Mac and Steve. Tiff looked at him, her eyes expressing her mixed emotions: fun, fear and curiosity.

The men left the door of the bedroom open and while there was a big sudden silence in the living room they could hear everything that was going on.
"Where do you want me?", Tiff asked with a little laughter in her voice. "Like this?"
One of the man grunted something, another, probably Steve, said: "Turn around."
"Please, not over there!", Tiff shouted almost in a sort of panic.
"St, we'll be careful. We'll use plenty of lube", Justin said. Tiff's reaction was not very clear, a sort of mumbling, like her mouth was full of something.

Liz looked at him, he knew by now he probably would be showing his unhappy feelings about this all. She looked at Tammy and Belle: "He doesn't need to be hearing all of this. Agreed? We'll give him some consolation." The women got up and Tammy took his hand. He was sure they all could see that the situation didn't leave him without any feelings. His hard-on was very obvious, Belle could not resist to touch the shaft, which made his penis jump up even more. He had lost all control.

He meekly had himself lead up the stairs to his own bedroom, Tammy tore off the covers of the bed and dropped them in a corner. Liz pushed him gently on his back on the bed, his very stiff dick was like a flagpole and almost hurting.
"Shit, it looks like we don't have any lube over here!", Belle warned. "This should be fun and not hurting."
"No problem", Tammy reacted and she bent over him and took his member in her mouth. She went up and down the shaft a few times, looked him in the eyes and warned: "Don't you dare to come yet!"
He shook his head, but she didn't even see that. She spit on him and covered the whole shaft with her saliva.

"I love it when a good dick fills my mouth completely", she announced.
"See, I told you so, didn't I. He has a lovely dipstick."
His mind tolled around: were they having discussions about his penis? It sounded like they all knew about his little adventure with Liz.
"Help me get me on him", she ordered and Belle guided his flagpole in Liz' eager cunt. She started riding him while Belle caressed his balls and Tammy put one of her immense breasts in his mouth.
He started to suck the nipple like a baby while he felt that his rider was milking him with her experienced muscles.

It was all too much and he had to let go of the nipple to cry out when he came.
He was still in a daze when he heard Liz say: "Wow, I could almost taste his cum! It all was a bit too exciting for our poor loser."
Tammy was looking unhappy at his dick that was slowly slipping out of the cunt above it.
"What about me? It was my turn."
Belle told her that she would solve the problem. She started licking off the juices that even made his pubic hairs wet and then slowly concentrated on the top of his now limp stick. Belle even squeezed the little eye open and licked inside it. Tammy decided to help her, licked his balls and placed her hand near his bum. Then she went up and down between his penis and his arse, stroking and kneading. It all had effect: he was not as stiff as before, but Tammy looked happy enough when she mounted him.

Now things went different: Belle climbed to the head of the bed and lowered herself on his face.
He knew what was required and started to lick her shaven cunt up and down for some time. Then he stuck his tongue between the lips and entered her as far as he could without getting cramps in his mouth. She was very wet and it was almost as if she was slipping away. He held her hips firmly and went for her clit. It was very easy to find, standing erect like a soldier greeting his superior.  
While he was busy with this, concentrating as much as he could, he could feel his erection subsiding and himself slipping out of Tammy.

Who took his dick in her mouth he couldn't see, but she worked miracles. He felt like he was going to burst apart and moaned beneath the eager cunt of Belle. The other two understood the message and he felt his dick being absorbed by that lovely cunt again. The shaking of Belle and her desperate sounds made him close to coming. Feeling that somebody else started to lick his balls again, was too much and he came yelling into Belle's cunt. She came too and fell completely over his face.

He couldn't breath at all and started waving his hands in the air.
It didn't last very long before his mouth was freed.
"You poor thing! You thought we would let you suffocate? Of course not!" Liz exclaimed.
"Come ladies, time to let our stallion catch his breath, take a shower and liberate the lovely slave from the cruel hands and dicks of our husbands."

They went, but before they left the room they picked up the bed covers and put them on top of him.
He had almost dozed off when he noticed that somebody slipped in the bed next to him. His pretty Tiff kissed him and asked if he was okay. He nodded and replied that he had been more worried about her. "No need to", she reacted: "I loved every second of it."
He sniffed: "You smell like sex."
"You too", she laughed. "And now I want sex with you."

"I'm afraid I'm not able to do that anymore. They took it all," he said regretful.
"We'll see about that!", she answered and went under the covers with her head.
When she took his little willie in her mouth and started to play around the head with her tongue, he pushed the covers off. He looked at the scene with a content smile. Oh, how he loved this girl!
He almost knew for sure she could not get him going, but she was not a person to give up easily.
"Lick my finger, make it very wet", she ordered and he did so willingly. The finger tasted like cum, he wondered which of the men was responsible, but couldn't care less.

She looked approving at the finger after she had taken it out and asked him to lift his knees from the bed. Immediately she plunged the finger in his arse. First he felt his muscles tighten but he forced himself to give her her way. She left the finger where it was and started to jerk him off.
And yes, she did it, after a while his dick was half stiff. Licking, pulling, kneading and rubbing she went on. He shouted that he was coming, she rubbed on and had a good look and yes, there was a little cloud appearing on the head.
"I was right! Of course I can make you come. Any time! Because you are mine!"
She licked it off and gave him a deep kiss.

maandag 11 januari 2016


When she got in the real estate office she walked straight on to the door at the end that gave way to the owner of the business. "Madam, you can't just...", one of the workers started. "St, she's the wife of the Boss. She can't be stopped.", somebody reacted. No, she could not be stopped for sure. She already knew what to expect: her husband behind his desk, the secretary in front of it, taking notes.

And yes, it was like that. "We are looking forward to the list of involved properties and..."
He looked disturbed, like the blond secretary with her unbelievable long legs that were properly bend, in a decent manner, as always dressed in a meticulous way. Somehow Grace was almost sure her husband would have had her on his lap, or on his desk a little while before she made her entrance in the room. There had to be a warning system in this office, but how they managed to warn their boss was a mystery to her.

"Grace, darling, what can I do for you?" he asked with that film star smile of him. The secretary looked at her watchful, a bit doggedly. She went up to him and kissed him, a bit of showing to the legged girl who was the rightful person to kiss that smiling mouth.
"I did some shopping, darling and I have all these bags. I don't feel like going back home by bus, wondered if I can take your car home. I could pick you up at 6 or such."
He shook his head, explained her he had to visit a building site in an hour. "Why don't you phone a taxi?" She shrugged and told him her mobile phone's battery was completely dead.

"Just phone a taxi with the phone on Julie's desk. Just press the nine, before you start dialling. You know how it works. And we better get on with that letter, otherwise it's not finished before I have to go." The secretary nodded a bit too enthusiastic.
She was about to leave the room and the secretary already had her pen ready when she suddenly stopped. "Oh, yeah, before I forget. Please don't throw one of these boring surprise parties at me on Friday. You know...Birthday..." He waved the rest of her words away: "Not possible, darling. I have to go to Leeds this weekend for a convention. You are very welcome to join me, of course. We can hit the town after the meetings. And don't look so surprised! I already told you this weeks ago." The long legged girl nodded her head, how irritating! Grace tried to ignore her completely and it was her turn to wave at him: "No way I'm going to wait in a bloody hotel room till you might come to get me for an evening in bloody Leeds!"

She got out of the room with a vague promise of a little holiday somewhere in the next months. She walked to the secretary's desk and took her chair and phoned the taxi. She could not resist trying the drawers of the desk and was lucky this time. They were not locked. The top drawer only had pens and paper clips and such, but in the next one she found a very interesting business card. She took it out and put it in a pocket of her coat. The last drawer had uninteresting papers about meetings and some drafts for official letters.

In the taxi she took the card out and had a closer look. It was sort of purple, very luxurious but there was a picture on it of a blindfold and a riding crop crossed. A bit like the crossed bones under a skull on a pirate flag. Under this were some words: "www.master.net for all your secret wishes". She put it back in her pocket, not sure what to do with this.
At home she dressed up, wanted to show that husband of her that she was still very attractive, even when she was some 10 years older than that bloody secretary. She regretted this later, he phoned, the meeting at the building site was postponed by an hour. She didn't have to wait for him for dinner, he would have a bite with the owners of the property.

While she was having a quick salad she had to think about the card. She took it out of the pocket of her coat and googled the name of the site on her smartphone. She only found one hit and had a look. It was rather disappointing, there only were a few sentences "We're sorry, this site is under maintenance. For appointments use our address." and an email address.

She thought a bit longer, looking at a site was something different than mailing to somebody. But she felt a bit bored and decided to go for it and asked for an appointment on Friday, added to "party".
It was a bit too optimistic to expect an immediate reaction, she realised after a few minutes. She put her smartphone down and watched tv.

He came home after 11, told her he was completely knackered and went to bed. The dinner with the building people obviously had included some drinks. How he managed to come home, she didn't know. He did this before and she cursed every time he did it, but he always managed to get home in one piece and without any incidents, never had police controls. Sometimes she wished he would run into the police, his behaviour was insane. And he had said nothing about her new outfit. Bastard!

The next day, while having a late breakfast on her own, she could hear she got an email. She checked and her heart skipped a beat. There was a reply from Masternet!
It ordered her to come to an address in the city Friday at 10 PM in her nicest evening gown. "Come by taxi. No parking in front of the mansion. Strictly no underwear, otherwise there will be consequences!" No name under it, not even something like "the Master" or such.

She had lunch with her best friend Lily. She told about the site, showed the message to her and they had a good laugh together. It felt good to not to take it too seriously. Lily even offered jokingly to be her taxi driver. Grace accepted immediately, it would make things for her a bit easier.

That Friday Taxi Lily was nicely on time in front of the house. She whistled and embraced Grace, holding her door open like a chauffeur. When they were seated and drove off, she asked if she really wasn't wearing any underwear under her gown. Grace shook her head: "I do wear a string; it's very small."
Lily frowned and shook her head. "Better take it off. Don't start in a wrong manner."
"You think so?", Grace asked. Lily nodded and she started struggling under her dress to take it off.
Because of the hinder of the seatbelt she had a hard time.
"Wait till we're there", her friend advised.

It was not very far away. In fact Grace knew this place, the old mansion had been for sale through the agency of her husband. The "For  Sale" sign had been taken away. She wondered if it really had been sold.
"Your pants, please!", Lily woke her up. Obligingly she took the seatbelt off and now it was easy to get rid of the little piece of fabric. She handed it over to her chauffeur who smiled approvingly.
"Ready?" Grace had her doubts but nodded. "Off you go. I'll wait till you are indoors."

The almost scruffy door was slightly open, a dim light shone in the hall. She walked in and behind the door she could hear Lily drive away. There was a piece of paper on the wall with an arrow. It pointed at what seemed to have been the janitor's office in better days.
In it was a chair with another piece of paper.
In the dim light she had a bit of trouble reading it. It said: "What a lovely dress! Take it off and walk up the stairs to the landing. Go to the right and walk straight to the last door."

She did what was demanded and put her lovely dress on the chair. Walking up the stairs made her feel more naked than she had ever been before. She had the feeling there were a lot of cameras following her every move. A look around didn't make anything certain. She did notice the very old fashioned chandeliers that took away the darkness and shivered, even when it wasn't really cold at all. Yet she had goose pimples all over her body, her nipples became stiff. She stopped for a second, tried to get an even breath again.

The room was not hard to find; this door was a bit open too, showing the same dim light like that in the hall. She pushed the door open en looked around. The room was very sparsely furnished: it contained a king size bed with a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, a little table with a glass that was half filled next to a riding crop and a chair with a man who was hidden behind a newspaper.

"Put the handcuffs on and get on all fours on the bed. NOW!", the man ordered her from behind his paper shield. Grace didn't do what was told, but walked straight up to him and ripped the newspaper out of his hands.

"I just knew it was you!", she shouted.
He gave her that film star smile, "Happy Birthday, darling."
She was not completely certain if she really noticed him being startled for a second.