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His Gift

The friendship began at a mundane retail job over ten years ago. There had always been an undeniable mutual attraction as well as some harmless flirting over the years, even though all the while she had maintained a relationship with another man who had transition from boyfriend to fiancée to husband.

Her hands trembled slightly in anticipation of what might be inside. A few days before she had playfully asked what he wanted for his birthday. He texted back saying he had not thought about it as birthdays were not a big deal to him. Then he said he would think it over and let her know.

She looked discreetly around to see if anyone was watching her. She slipped the letter opener inside the flap and slowly slid it the full length of the expensive parchment. She pulled the letter out catching a musky scent from the expensive stationery. It was handwritten in beautiful script.

My dear friend. There are not many things I need nor desire at this point in my life. However, after giving your request serious consideration, I decided there is something I want from you. This may sound a bit odd, and I ask only two things from you as you weigh my request; one is that you decide whether or not you can trust me completely and two, that your participation be free of all guilt from breaking your marriage vows.

If you follow these instructions to the letter, I assume you are assenting to these conditions. If you do not appear, rest assured, our friendship will remain intact. However, you will have missed out on a powerful sexual experience.

I will take a room at the Hotel E. An envelope and package will be left for you at the front desk with the keycard to the room as well as further instructions with a gift. Text me when you have arrived and settled into the room. When I respond, you may open the package you received and follow the instructions contained inside. Do not open it before hearing from me.

Remember, complete trust is paramount.

M~

She read over the letter completely, twice, letting its contents sink in. She found herself gently squeezing her thighs together as she felt her sex moisten, imagining the possibilities of where this may lead. She had never actually betrayed her marriage vows before, though numerous temptations had crossed her path in the past. While she was a highly competent administrator at work and a loving, affection mother to her children, her needs as a woman were often neglected.

Could she go through with this? She remembered once before she had wanted to go to this man, to give herself over to the desires that burned between them just below the surface. He had been hesitant, not wanting to play the role of homewrecker since he was friendly with her husband. Evidently, he had moved past those concerns and was prepared to give into his lust for her. But could she reciprocate?

It was difficult to concentrate on her work the rest of the afternoon. Images of this man and what he planned to do with her kept interrupting her concentration. She found herself periodically looking at photos he had posted on his Facebook profile, particularly the ones after his workouts. He had dedicated himself to getting fitter and it showed. She had complimented him on it from time to time as well. These interactions had led to further flirtations, some getting much more intimate, even downright graphic, in their content.

Finally, she finished the tasks she absolutely needed to get done before the weekend. She slipped away to the ladies' room and checked each stall to see if anyone else was in there before entering the last stall. She pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. She closed her eyes and began sliding her fingers up and down the folds of her pussy.

She thought of his hands on her body holding her tight from behind, kissing her neck tenderly, the rough stubble of his cheek. His hands lifting her skirt, his fingers finding their way inside her damp thong, exploring the folds of her most private place. His hot breath giving her goosebumps as he whispered what he wanted from her directly into her ear. She felt his thick fingers slowly entering her body, exploring her hidden depths. Her pelvic muscles gripped his fingers and squeezed them as tight as she could. This initiated an electric charge which coursed throughout her body, her wetness increasing tenfold as his fingers slid in and out of her sopping womb. Without warning, she felt the fingers replaced by something even larger. His cock now filled her in a way her husband never could. As he picked up the pace and drove deeper inside of her body, she began moaning louder than normal. Her breath quickened. She was close.

Her revelry was suddenly broken by the restroom door opening. She froze, holding her breath, as high heels clicked across the tile floor. Upon hearing the thud of another stall door shutting and being secured, she quickly gathered herself, washed her hands, and returned to her desk. It was close enough to quitting time to justify leaving for the weekend. She slipped the letter into her purse and hurriedly headed out the door. Her sister texted before leaving the parking lot telling her that she was at a nearby brewery and distillery and that she should join. Though her panties were a sticky mess, an adult beverage might be just the thing to help settle her nerves.

******

Her sister waved her over to a table where she was chatting with a couple of other regulars. She greeted everyone and ordered a glass of wine. She tried to engage with the others, but her mind kept drifting back to the letter, to the man. The mystery of it all was both disconcerting and exciting. Her sister sensed her distance and decided a restroom break was in order. They had always been close and shared everything with one another. After reading the letter her sister handed it back and looked her dead in the eye.

“Well, are you going to do it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Do you think I should?”

“Hell yes,” her sister retorted. “You two have always lusted after one another. And it’s not like your libido couldn’t use a jumpstart. Right?”

“I could definitely use some excitement in that department.”

“You’re always reading stories filled with passion and romance,” her sister reminded. “Maybe it’s time you live it out instead of just reading about it. Maybe he’ll be your Christian Grey, but without the wealth.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m not really into bondage and I don’t think he is either.”

“Well, you never know what might be lurking inside his mind,” her sister pointed out. “That letter is pretty damn mysterious. And he really emphasized trust. Sounds like some D/s stuff could be on the agenda to me.”

“Oh, what do you know about all that? I’ve never been into any BDSM sex. But, I’ll admit, not knowing what to expect is very exciting.”

“Well just think of what you want your ‘safe word’ to be just in case, sis. Better ‘safe’ than sorry!” her sister joked.

After returning to the table and making small talk, she finished her wine and excused herself. She needed to get out of those sticky panties and take a shower. It was hubby’s turn to pick up the kids as well as the Friday night take-out, so the house was empty when she arrived home.

Rather than a shower, she opted for another glass of wine and a bubble bath instead. Settling into the hot, soapy water filling the tub, she took a sip of wine and closed her eyes. It didn’t take long for her fingers to find their way back to her pussy. She had unfinished business to attend to.

******

A little over a week had passed, including his birthday, with no further instructions. She hesitated to reach out to him, not knowing whether or not he may have changed his mind. She jumped slightly when the familiar ‘ping’ alerted her to a message on Facebook messenger. It was him.

“Is there a particular night you can get away alone?” he wrote.

“How long do I need to be away?” she replied.

“Two or three hours should be sufficient.”

She thought for a moment. “I go to a Book Club meeting on Wednesday evenings, but the one this coming week has been cancelled.”

“Does your family know it’s been cancelled?” he asked.

“No. I just got the word today at work.”

“Perfect. What time does the book club usually start?”

“Around seven, finishing up between nine-thirty and ten. Sometimes later if the discussion becomes involved”

“That will work. Be at the hotel no later than seven on Wednesday. Text me when you’re in the room,” he instructed. “Oh, here’s is a preview of things to come. Bye.”

The next message was a nude photo of him. He displayed above average endowment, and he wasn’t even hard. Intrigued, she wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into, but she was willing to let it play out.

******

She made efficient use of the five days before their rendezvous. Saturday suddenly became a spa day for her. She indulged herself with a mani-pedi, then on a whim, requested a Brazilian as well as having her legs waxed. Whatever was possessing her felt deliciously wicked. Walking out of the spa, she never felt more alive or confident as a woman. Preparing her body for a man who desired her was exhilarating to say the least. That her mind, body, and soul were in complete agreement with whatever Wednesday night might bring was certain.

Each evening she continued to indulge herself with a long, hot soak in the tub. When her husband inquired as to why she suddenly decided to take a bath so often, she brushed him off by remarking, “it’s just been taxing at work” without elaborating. She always used lots of bubbles to secure her privacy when he inevitably walked in on her. Additionally, she always took care that he was busy with the kids whenever she was naked, not wishing to discuss why her pussy was looking so sexy with the fresh waxing.

The baths were a way for her to prepare her mind for the upcoming evening. She found her imagination taking her to places she had previously never contemplated. She visualized him fucking her with his big, white cock in every conceivable position. She found herself lifted off the ground with his powerful arms, only to be gently impaled by his member and fucked against the wall. She was on her back in the middle of the bed, legs splayed wide, as he thrust deep and firm, penetrating areas of her sacred space rarely touched. Still other times, she found him slowly and gently thrusting in and out varying the speed, depth, and angle.

Her most shocking fantasy had him plunging into her from behind with deep, rhythmic movement that put her into a trance-like state. She was barely aware when he had pulled out of her pussy and had positioned himself at the buttonhole of her anal cavity. Before she could think about it, she felt him entering her virgin ass, slowly, inserting an inch at a time and then holding for a moment before pushing a little more in. She had never envisioned a man penetrating her in this manner. However, she was so turned on, in no small part due to him continuing to rub her clit, that the enormous pleasure she felt was intensified further by the taboo nature of the act.

Throughout the days leading up their tryst, any hesitation or misgivings she may have had completely evaporated. She was ready to embrace the experience with him fully. She had taken a half day off on Wednesday to do a little last-minute shopping. She wanted to visit the Victoria’s Secret in the mall to pick up some new intimate apparel with him in mind. He would admire such details in a way that was lost upon her husband. If anything, hubby would become over-excited and cum even quicker than normal. She knew this illicit lover would savor how her body looked when dressed in these naughty little things. She tried them on and liked what she saw in the mirror. In fact, everything done leading up to this night made her feel better about herself than she had in a very long time.

It suddenly struck her that while the pretext for all this was to give him a birthday present, the truth was that she was the one feeling extra special. Was this his intent all along?

When she arrived home, she packed a small bag for the evening and placed it in the trunk of the car. She had decided to show up at the hotel an hour earlier than arranged so that she could have one last bath and be as fresh for him as possible. She thought this would also relax her as much as possible given the last-minute nerves she would inevitably have when the fantasy became a reality.

******

She felt nervous as she approached the front desk attendant. She wasn’t sure how to start the conversation.

“How may I help you ma’am,” the attendant inquired politely.

“A friend of mine is staying here, and he sent me a text saying he left a package here for me.”

“What is your friend’s name ma’am?”

She noticed that he noticed she was still wearing her wedding ring. Damn! “His name is Marcus Macalester,” she stammered attempting to recover her composure.

“Ah, Mr. M. Yes, he did leave something for you. Let me grab it.” He stepped into the office behind the desk and returned with a small, elegant looking box and envelope. He noticed her absent-mindedly fiddling with her ring. “Here you go, ma’am.” In a low, conspiratorial voice he added, “We, here at the Hotel E, do our upmost to provide extraordinary customer service, including absolute discretion.” He smiled with genuine warmth and sincerity.

“Thank you,” she replied. “I appreciate that.”

“Of course, ma’am. Have a nice evening.”

She turned away feeling flushed and wondered if the clerk had noticed her embarrassment. She took a seat in a secluded area of the lobby. She looked at the items in her lap. She opened the envelope and found the keycard inside. Room 162. As much as she wanted to open the package and read the instructions inside, she refrained. He had a reason for her to contact him first.

She watched the Front Desk clerk attending to some business on the computer there. When he walked back into the office, she made her way in the direction of the rooms. She was not sure why she felt reluctant to so while the attendant was present. Was she getting cold feet now that this was really happening?

Room 162 was a terrace pool room on the first floor. The door to the room opened into nicely appointed room, dominated by a King Size bed. Spread across the bed appeared to be a large silk covering of some sort. She walked over and lifted a corner to see that several plush beach towels were underneath the silk cover. Hmmm.

Against the wall opposite the bed was a large, dark stained armoire. She opened the large cabinet doors revealing an HD television. On the shelf below the T.V. were two colored glass containers. One red and one blue. She picked one up and swirled the bottle. Although the glass was opaque, it appeared to contain a liquid of somewhat thick viscosity. Massage oil, perhaps? She also noticed two wireless speakers and a small camera next to the bottles. Her heart started racing even faster at the thought he might want to record their encounter. Would she be able to allow that? She noticed that the question unsettled and aroused her.

She walked back to the bathroom which was just inside the door to her right. It was not very big, but adequate. She was disappointed to see that there was no bathtub, only a large shower with glass doors. The small camera came to mind as she thought the clear glass partition to the shower would allow them to film their shower together. She smiled to herself realizing that she was warming to the idea of her naughtiness being captured on video. She suddenly realized that she had forgotten her bag in the car’s trunk. She decided to finish exploring the room before retrieving it.

She returned to the bedroom to complete her tour. Against the far wall were ceiling to floor dr*pes. She pulled back the dr*pes to find a private patio. She walked through the French doors admiring the rustic tiled terrace and adobe walls on either side. There were two cushioned patio chairs with a rustic table between them. She noticed a tiled path leading through the lush landscaping on the other end of the terrace. She followed it to discover that it led to a common terrace garden area that was next to the pool and Jacuzzi.

She was overwhelmed by the charm of the place and now wished this was not such a short tryst. Her imagination had begun to run wild thinking about the possibilities of what could be done together in this space. She was about to return to the car to retrieve her bag, but instead, decided to text and let him know she had arrived.

“I’m here!” she wrote.

“I’m glad you came. Open the package and follow the instructions to the letter. I will see you soon,” he replied, apparently terminating the dialogue.

She went back into the bedroom and opened the box. All that it contained was a folded piece of paper and a red silk scarf which matched the covering on the bed. She unfolded the paper to see the now familiar handwriting.

As you are reading this, I am very pleased you trusted me enough to come. I invite you to freshen up with a shower if you like. Afterwards, dry yourself completely. There is no need to put on clothes. Take the red scarf into the bedroom and tie the scarf securely over your eyes. Lie down on the bed on your stomach wait for me to arrive.

I will begin by giving you a sensual, full body massage to further relax and arouse your body. This is not a ther*peutic massage, nor does it involve the normal quid pro quo of two people engaged in sex. You will be in the role of receiver, and I will be in the role of giver. As the receiver, your sole focus will be on being mindful of what is happening with your body. I will be in the role of the giver. My entire focus will be on providing you with a singularly, unique massage designed to give you sensual pleasure as your sexual energy is fully awakened.

I will begin by massaging your back head to toe. Then you will turn over and I will massage your front side in the same manner. I will intentionally prepare the rest of your body before turning my focus towards massaging and honoring your yoni.

I will ask your permission before entering your Jade Fountain with my fingers or tongue. If you do not feel comfortable allowing me to do so, I will not and that is perfectly fine. This massage is designed to give your body what it needs and asks for, not what you or I believe it ‘should’ ask for. I will finish by covering you with an embrace as you feel the energy pulsating and coursing through your entire body.

You, alone, will decide what happens next.

She took a deep breath. This was not what she was expecting at all, not what she had been fantasizing about for the past weeks. But it did sound wonderful. Since she would not be needing her bag after all, she headed straight for the shower.

******

She had no idea how long she had been lying there on the bed when she heard the beep and click of the door opening and then closing. The scarf obscured her vision to the point where she was not entirely sure who the person was who now stood beside the bed.

“Marcus?” she queried.

“You look exquisite.”

“Thank you,” she said softly feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

“Please, remain still while I prepare the oils and myself.”

She felt him move away from her. She heard the rustling of fabric as he undressed. She felt her breath begin to quicken remembering the photo he had sent her.

“Relax and breathe it will only be a moment,” he gently admonished.

How was he able to be in tune with her so clearly? She returned her focus to the breathing and felt whatever tension she was holding in her body slowly dissipate. She became aware of soft ambient music playing. The quiet beating of drums underlying synthetic musical sounds provided the perfect soundscape. Through the soft scarf, she was conscious that the lighting had been diminished as he drew the dr*pes closed.

He returned to her side and placed the palms of both hands on the center of her back. She could hear him breathing slowly and deeply and quickly matched his pace with her own. This continued for an indeterminate period of time as she felt herself begin to lose all perception of time and space. She was simply there.

His hands moved away. She lay there on the bed completely exposed to his eyes. She felt herself grow self-conscious about her body as her breath quickened once more, though almost unperceptively.

“Breathe,” he admonished once more. “Your body is beautiful.”

She felt him move away and then return, placing one of the pillows beneath her ankles slightly elevating her feet. Then he straddled her buttocks, though not resting heavily upon her. Rather than his flesh, she felt a silken material. A warm, thick liquid was poured between her shoulder blades. The oil. She heard the small glass bottle being set down on the table, then his hands returned to her skin, slowly spreading the warm lubricant slowly, yet firmly, across her upper back, shoulders, and neck.

His hands felt powerful, though gentle at the same time. As the oil was spread, his hands assumed a slow rhythmic pattern. They travelled outward across her shoulders then halfway down the sides of her back, returning up her spine to where their journey began. His hands rested atop her shoulders on either side of her neck, his thumbs gently pressuring the spine in her neck upwards before separating to either side. Then he repeated the movements, retracing the path previously followed. As his hands continued along her body, they would pass closer to the sides of her breasts with each subsequent trip.

When they finally passed directly to the sides of each breast, he paused, almost cupping what he could reach despite them being pressed into the bed. This act sent a small shiver through her body and a soft shudder escaped her lips. Through the fabric he wore, she felt him begin to stir. After adding more oil, he changed the pattern and followed a similar course in reverse, down her spine and up the sides.

He shifted his position downward coming to rest on the area between her calves and thighs. More oil was added to the small of her back and similarly spread across the lower portion of her back and buttocks. Following the template previously set, his hands pulled her down the sides of her hips, across the bottom of her buttocks and then back up the spine to the middle of her back.

As the hands traveled across her lower buttocks, they were spread wide, pulling the meaty flesh slightly apart. With the upward motion, she felt his thumbs travel along the cleft of her glutes, each time traveling deeper into the crevice, ever closer to her precious rosebud. Finally, he stopped and spread her cheeks wide, undoubtedly taking a prolonged look at her puckered anus. Her mind flashed to the previous fantasy of him entering her there with his thick, swollen cock. She wondered if he was possessed by the same image. An electric jolt fired in her pussy, and she felt wetness accumulating. But the moment passed as he released his grip, adding more oil, and reversing his direction once more.

He stood up and indicated to her to raise her hips before placing another pillow beneath them, slightly raising her hips. He then added still another pillow to her feet allocating one to each foot. He then gently spread her legs wider apart, till they were so wide he could kneel between them which he did coming to rest between her feet. She was acutely aware that in this position he would have freer access to her pussy from behind.

Adding oil along each thigh, he pushed his weight into her as he coated each leg with the warm lubricant before pulling downward, finally taking each foot in turn with both hands coating the entire foot including each toe. Once the oil had been evenly spread, he began the same pattern on each leg he followed on her upper torso.

However, instead of doing both legs at the same time, he focused first on one and then the other. His hands traveled along both the inner and outer thigh simultaneously using his thumbs to provide pressure to her hamstrings. Firm, yet not too hard. As with her breasts and anus before, his pattern brought the fingers and thumb ever closer to the outer lips of her pussy.

Her skin was so soft and smooth that his concentration was truly challenged. But his desire was genuinely focused on her arousal. Having this woman, this friend, open herself up to his touch, allowing him to have his way with her body, deserved his best behavior.

As he sat and looked at her open and inviting sex right in front of him, however, he struggled against a desire to take her right now with the swollen cock throbbing inside his silk robe. His current state, hard and dripping with pre-cum ached to penetrate her, but he understood that waiting until she was fully aroused would benefit them both as the evening progressed. So, he focused on his deep breathing instead.

She relished his firm touch and gentle fingers. Each time he passed close to her pussy she yearned for him to slip a finger or two inside of her body. She was fully aware of how wet she had become and that he would slip in very easily. Still, she also enjoyed how her body was slowly building to a sensual crescendo. She had never had a man take such time and care to attend solely to her. More often than not, the men she had been with did just enough to ensure they got theirs, popping off way too soon leaving her frustrated and having to take care of herself.

He moved down to her feet. Massaging them with a grip firm enough to not tickle them, yet not so hard that it hurt. He slipped his fingers in-between each toe making sure that oil coated every part of her most neglected anatomy. He pulled on each toe individually and stroked each one in turn. She found that this act almost put her to sleep it relaxed her so. Yet, at the same time, she found it aroused her as well.

He rose up onto his knees from his haunches. Pouring additional oil into his hands, he slid his hands up the calves, past her inner knees and along her inner thighs till he reached the intersection of legs and buttocks. Using his index fingers he traced the outside portion of her outer labia, moving them slowly up and down. Her increased, shallow breathing betrayed her desire. He intuited she was ready for the next step.

He asked her to turn over now onto her back. Her eyes were subdued, but radiant. He moved the pillows and placed one behind each knee ensuring her legs were spread sufficiently to kneel in between them when the time came.

He moved to above her head and gazed upon the full length of her body. She was beautiful. He took a small amount of oil into his hands and began massaging her temples, then along the sides of her face, her ears, and around her neck area. He reached beneath her head to where the neck and shoulder meet. He pulled back towards himself, rubbing his thumbs in a circular fashion into the soft areas at the base of her skull. He repeated this several times stroking areas of her body rarely attended to.

He gently placed her head back onto the pillow. Pouring the warm oil across the top of her chest and down between her breasts, he used his hands to spread it evenly around the entire chest area. He made a circle by sliding his hands down between her breasts then moving outward beneath them towards the rib cage, then back up along either side of each outer breast. He took care to stimulate the less sensitive areas of her breast. However, with each trip around this circuit, he included more of her breasts each time.

Every couple of circuits he would reverse the direction. He took note that her nipples were hardening which was his cue to begin massaging the breasts more directly. As his hands traveled over each one, they also traveled further down her torso and onto her stomach. His return trip back up traveled up her hips, ending at her shoulders.

After several circuits, he focused on her arms, spreading more oil. Moving now in between her legs, he pulled her arms in a downward motion one at a time. He massaged her hands in a fashion that was similar to her feet. He kneaded her hands pressing his thumbs into her palms. He pulled on each of her fingers in turn. He massaged the skin in between her fingers, pulling each one individually, just as he had done with her toes.

His hands moved back to the top of her chest, lowering them slowly to cup each breast. With his thumbs, he made circles around her areolas before pinching them slightly between his thumb and index finger. Pulling softly before placing both hands directly over the breasts.

He now pulled downward along her hips and onto her thighs on either side of his body. Down the outside of her thighs, then back up her inner thighs, allowing his thumbs to graze the outer parts of her pussy. He continued this for several minutes before sliding down further to attend to her lower leg and feet.

Once done with these areas he stood up, removed the pillows, placing his hands behind her knees, he slowly, but firmly, pulled her down to the foot of the bed until her legs hung off the edge. Placing a pillow on the floor, he knelt down and placed one leg over each shoulder. He brought his face close to her yoni and gently exhaled warm air over the moist surface. She moaned. He smiled.

He placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her slit and delicately traveled its length stopping just below her clit before returning where he began. He repeated this several times till he noticed she was raising her hips so that his tongue would come into contact with her pleasure button. The next time he flattened his tongue pushing it a little deeper into her body and making direct contact with her clitoris. She let out an audible gasp of pleasure and trembled slightly. He became lost in the sensations of her taste and aroma. There was no fragrance he enjoyed more than that of an aroused woman.

She began to undulate her hips, pressing herself firmly into his face. He pulled back enough to involve his fingers and get a better look at her. He spread her lips apart allowing his tongue to begin caressing her clit more directly. He varied his pace as well as the amount of pressure he applied. Her breathing had become labored, and she uttered words of encouragement and direction.

He learned a long time ago that each woman knew her body best and that every woman was different when it came what they enjoyed most during sex. So, he always welcomed their guidance.

“May I enter your pussy?” he asked.

“Yes! I want you inside me.”

She attempted to pull his head up apparently believing he desired to fuck her now. He resisted and instead inserted his index finger. Her ample wetness completely lubricated his finger and ran down his hand as well. He inserted a second finger while applying circular pressure on her clit with his thumb. Adjusting his hands, the thumb of his other hand replaced the first, so it was free to rotate slightly. This allowed him to curl his inserted fingers to stroke the top of her pussy in search of the rougher textured tissue of her G-spot.

Once he found it, it applied light pressure at first. Continuing to pay attention to her clit, he increased the pressure on the spongey tissue slowly, while simultaneously stroking it in a ‘come hither’ fashion. The combination began sending waves of electricity throughout her body. Her mouth opened and she began a kind of lustful panting as the sexual tension continued building within her body. He sensed she was close to climaxing and stopped without withdrawing his fingers.

She let out a groan of exasperation. He waited a moment, then began again, replacing his thumb on her clit with his tongue, moderating speed, direction, and pressure upon her pleasure spot. He randomized the pressure, on her G spot as well. She began to gyrate her hips under this dual stimulation.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!! I’m really close!!! Please!!!!” she implored loudly.

He stopped again and she began bucking her hips and pelvis to replication his finger manipulation, but to no avail.

“Please don’t stop, Marcus. I need this so bad. I feel so close…,” she pleaded.

Without a word, he started again, but alternated between stimulation of her clit and then, her G spot. He pursued this course for a good two minutes before combining both areas again. He kept taking her to the edge of orgasm, a little closer each time, pausing at just the moment she thought she would explode.

She felt like this was going on for an eternity while it may have actually been fifteen minutes or so. All the pent-up sexual frustration she had been feeling was oozing out of her a little at a time. She loved what she was enduring, still she begged for total release. Since this was his first time with her and perhaps the first time she had ever been edged, he decided to honor her request. He resumed with renew intensity. She lost all conscious thought for anything besides cumming. Desire had completely consumed her.

Suddenly, she felt like she had to pee.

“Stop for a moment, I have to go to the bathroom,” she shuttered.

He acted as if he did not hear her.

“Please let me go, I’m about to pee!!” she begged.

Again, her request fell on deaf ears. If anything, his intensity increased.

“My God, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, it’s coming…”

Her sentence was interrupted by an eruption of fluid spewing from her pussy as her hips bucked wildly. He did not move his face, in fact, he opened his mouth to catch as much of the fluid as he could. It seemed to go on forever, as wave after golden wave of ecstatic emotion consumed her entire being. She had never cum so hard, so long, so completely in her entire life.

As he withdrew his fingers, it felt to her like lightning bolts were flowing from his fingers back into her body. It was more likely that the lightning was originating in her body. He simply held on to her legs, his damp head cradled between her thighs as he kissed her beautiful, wet pussy tenderly as she came down from an encounter wrought with sensations and emotions she had never known before.

As she began to pass out of the fog-like state of consciousness, she looked down at him so tenderly. He returned her gaze with an equally gentle expression. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, but it was the most amazing thing ever.

“That wasn’t piss, by the way,” he finally said, “It was amrita, ‘drink of the gods which grants them immortality.’” She grabbed him by the head and pulled. “I want you inside me. Now.”

“Should I wash my face first?” he asked with a smirk.

“No,” she said intensely.

He climbed up from the floor and onto the bed. She spread her still trembling legs, he slowly entered her with his erect lingam, she wrapped her legs around him pulling him in as deep as possible and the sex began.