PLEASURE GIVER
I`m a man who loves women. I`m a connoisseur of the fairer sex. I specialize in their
pleasure. I love to please them ... tease them ... make them beg for what they want. And
I never deny them that pleasure.
I love for the first physical contact to be in the back seat of my sedan. The cramped
quarters do not give enough room for stretching out, so I bring the lady, fully dressed,
over my thighs to straddle my lap, facing me. In that position, my hands are free to
touch her and her clothed crotch is vulgarly close to mine. The aroma of her womanly
fragrance begins to fill the air as the warmth of her body becomes evident.
Debra and I had done the cyber and the phone sex thing, so now it was time to get down to
business. We met after work in the parking lot behind the mall and got in the back seat
of my car. The windows were darkly tinted and no one was around, so I had hoped that she
would feel comfortable. She smiled at me as she closed the door behind her and I could
see the blush of anticipation on her throat.
"Are you nervous?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"Yes, a little, Edward."
I reached for her face and gently stroked her cheek with the tips of my fingers.
"Don`t be. You know I wouldn`t do anything you don`t want me to."
She nodded again, but I could sense a bit of indecision. I patted my lap. "Come.
Straddle my lap facing me and we`ll just talk."
She brightened, liking the idea, and eased her right leg over me, then settled down on my
thighs. I gave her a moment to get comfortable, and then put my hands on her bottom to
scoot her closer to my body. Her eyes grew wide, and her blue shadowed lids half closed
as she felt my erection against her pantied-covered crotch.
"May I touch you?" she asked.
Her voice was timid, like a little girl asking permission to have a new toy.
I unfastened the uppermost button of her blouse and eased my fingertip over the top of
her left breast.
"Where is it that you want to touch me?" I asked.
She pursed her lips, as if it were something hard for her to say.
"Your cock," she whispered.
Releasing the next button from its confines, I gently touched her cleavage and insides of
her breasts, and felt a slight quiver.
"You want to touch my cock?" I asked.
She nodded, the words audibly caught in her throat. I smiled at her attempt to conduct
herself both like a lady and a whore.
"Do your nipples get hard when they are touched?" I asked, deliberately
avoiding her question.
She whispered a breathless, "Yes."
I brought my hands to the clasp of her front closure bra.
"Let`s see, shall we?"
As the brasserie popped open, the material moved to the sides to reveal her small, but
lovely breasts.
"Aahh ... these are beautiful," I cooed as I pinched her left nipple between my
fingertips.
She closed her eyes and whimpered, then pushed the right one into my hand. I took it
between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze.
"Do you like that, baby?" I asked.
Another breathless, "Yes."
"I`ll bet they taste even more wonderful than they look."
Without asking for consent, I put my palms under her bottom to pull her tightly to me and
took her right nipple between my lips. A loud moan escaped her throat and she began to
grind her crotch against the front of my pants. My erection rose quickly, giving her a
definite target to push against. As I slowly moved from one breast to the other, I sucked
a bit of the pale tender flesh into my mouth, leaving it cherry and slightly molested.
The more I sucked, the harder she would grind, until I could feel that she was close to an
orgasm. I smiled to myself. She wanted to come, and I, being a gentleman, would never
deny a lady such pleasure.
I took my mouth from her breasts and kissed her lips. She groaned, not wanting me to
stop the attention to her nipples.
"Let`s get a little more comfortable, shall we?" I persuaded her.
Assisting her off my lap, I leaned against the door, parted my legs, and eased her in
between them with her back against my chest. As her head settled back on my shoulder, I
could see that her breasts were heaving in anticipation and her hard pink nipples pointed
straight up.
"May I touch them some more?" I asked.
"Oh yes ... please do."
I smiled at the anxiousness in her voice.
As I reached for her breast with one hand, I moved her hair behind her ear and sucked
gently on her lobe. She purred.
"Is your pussy wet, baby?" I asked.
"Yes, very wet."
I traced a moist trail down the side of her neck with my tongue and felt her shiver.
"May I touch it?"
"Yes ... please."
Holding her tightly against me, and aware that she could feel my erection against the
small of her back, I lowered my hand to the inside of her thigh and slowly moved it up
until my fingertips touched the crotch of her panties. The heat coming from it was hot
enough to burn my fingerprints off. I promptly found her clit and rubbed it through the
material, which quickly began to get damp. After a moment, she groaned.
"Move the crotch to the side," she begged.
"You want my finger right on your clit, don`t you, baby?"
"Yes ... please."
I smiled. It wasn`t going to take much more.
"I have a better idea."
"What?"
I pressed my mouth closely to her ear.
"I want you to lift your skirt in the back and then pull your panties down to your
mid thigh."
"You don`t want me to take them off?" she asked.
"No, baby," I told her, "I just want them pulled down just far enough so I
can touch your pretty pussy."
She didn`t understand my request, but did as I asked and lowered her panties to rest a
few inches above her knees. I put my finger against her hard nub and she immediately
reacted with a little squeal.
"Is that the spot, baby?"
"Oh yes!"
"Does this make you feel like a naughty girl to sit in the back seat of a car with
your skirt pulled up and your panties pulled down?"
She closed her eyes, turned her head, and pressed her face against my chest.
"Yes."
"You`re being a naughty girl, aren`t you?" I whispered.
"Yes," she breathed, "I`m being a very naughty girl."
"And naughty girls like to come, don`t they?"
I suddenly felt a surge of wetness on my fingers.
"Oh god ... oh god ... oh god ... yesss!"
"That`s it," I coaxed, "naughty girls need to come."
Grabbing my hand, she forced my fingers inside her cunt, her juices coating them up to
the last knuckle. She bucked against my hand and bit her bottom lip, trying desperately
not to scream out as the orgasm went through her. I smiled. It was undeniably a hard
one.
Our first meeting in a hotel was about a week later. She had called several times,
leaving messages on both my work and cell phones, begging me to meet her. She was
definitely in need of more.
I held her in my arms and kissed her tenderly, doing my best to calm her nerves, and soon
felt her body relaxing. She liked the fact that I had gotten to the room a little early
to light a few candles and chill a bottle of wine. We sipped a couple of glasses of the
bubbly and talked about our day, and I smiled when she giggled at my jokes. Putting the
lady at ease was the most important thing. Setting my glass on the nightstand, I took her
in my arms again.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Yes."
"May I do what I want to you?"
She nodded again, obviously eager to please.
"Good," I continued as I reached for a blindfold, "I want you to enjoy
this."
She looked at the item in my hand.
"But I won`t be able to see what you are doing," she protested.
"I know, my dear," I countered, "but that`s the point. If you cannot see,
your other senses are heightened. Trust me, you will like it."
She swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded again, allowing me to put the blindfold on
her.
"Now, let`s lay you back on the bed, shall we?"
Taking her hands in mine, I eased her backwards until the back of her calves were
touching the mattress, then watched as she got on the bed and stretched out.
"Comfy?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Good," I replied as I reached under the pillow and pulled out the handcuffs,
"let`s just put a little restraint on you so I can make sure you behave
yourself."
Her mouth made the shape that she was about to ask a question, but when she felt the
handcuffs go around her wrists, her body tensed.
"Ed... Edward, I ... I`ve never done this before," she whimpered.
"I know, my dear," I said, "but I want you to trust me. I want to give
you the ultimate pleasure."
She wrinkled her nose, as if she was skeptical, then relaxed.
"I trust you."
"Wonderful," I cooed, "I would never do anything you didn`t want me
to."
I slid her skirt and panties off, then reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse,
smiling as I saw that she had done as I had asked and not worn a bra. As I began to move
the material to the side, the cool air caressed her nipples, encouraging them to become
erect. They were lovely with their dark pink areola and quick response to touch.
She felt the heat from the candle flame before she felt the wax, and I could see her
tense again.
"Ed... Edward? What are you doing?"
"Shhh," I whispered, "don`t question me, baby, just enjoy."
The first drop of candle wax hit her squarely between the breasts and I watched as the
mark turned red.
"Edward!" she squealed.
I quickly brought the piece of ice over the spot to cool it off and she exhaled a heavy
sigh. As the cube melted, I leaned down to suck the water from her skin, and she let out
another intense groan.
"What do you think?" I questioned.
She smiled.
"Yes, yes, more."
I smiled to myself, knowing she would like it.
"As you wish, baby."
I again abused her pale breasts with the candle wax, and as the heat began to sink into
her skin, I cooled it with the ice and drank the water it produced. My tongue lapped at
her titties over and over again as her body experienced both the pain and the pleasure.
She moaned, delirious with lust and never asked me to stop, so by the time I had finished
with her breasts, there were a dozen marks on them.
"Mmmm ... they look so lovely," I commented as I extinguished the flame,
"but I have other things to attend to."
I took her blindfold off so she could watch what I was doing and then quickly undressed
myself. Getting in between her spread legs, I lifted them and held her calves in my
hands; then raising her feet to my shoulders, I kissed her ankles as I touched her pussy
lips with the head of my cock.
"Edward, stop teasing me, please," she whimpered as she pulled against her
restraints.
I pulled her left foot to my mouth and nibbled on her toes, taking each one in my mouth
and sucking on it. She huffed, loving what I was doing, but wanting to feel my cock. I
could feel her arching her hips, pushing a little more of my dick head into her pussy. I
took her little toe out of my mouth and pressed a little more of my stiff shaft into her.
"Damn it," she said impetuously, "would you please..."
"Would I please what?" I said, smiling at her impatience and intolerance of my
teasing.
I entered her a little more.
"Please do this?" I asked.
She moaned. I gave her a little more.
"And this?"
I made her come with the length of my cock inside her and her legs wrapped around my
hips, and again with just the head of my dick against her clit. I released her from the
handcuffs, then moved around behind her, spoon style, and entered her in one fluid motion.
Wetting my fingers with the juices that were running down her thighs, I rubbed it on her
pink nipples.
"What a wet little pussy you have," I whispered in her ear.
She was so hot that just the flow of my breath in her ear could have made her come. She
pushed back on me, wanting me as deep as I could go, wanting to feel my balls brushing
against her ass.
I pushed her up on her knees and entered her from behind, plunging my cock into her tight
pussy, and then taking the tapered candle stick and fucking her up the ass with it. She
bucked against me like a wild stallion, orgasming over and over again.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, "Oh my god! Yessss!!! Fuck
me! Yesssss!!!"
I couldn`t take anymore and finally had to release my cum into her saturated pussy.
I held her close as we collapsed on the bed to cool off and I smiled down at her.
"Mmm..." I whispered as I gently kissed her lips, "I love giving you
pleasure."
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