1. Erin and Jonathon's First Date


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: SharkInChardonnay, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    "Beth?" Jonathon was further out of his comfort zone than he’d been all night. “I told her what I’d got planned for you and she didn’t believe me. I hate that, so I’ll show her these.” Erin lied. "You’re joking, right?" he laughed, nervously. “Do you think I’m joking?” she asked, her voice flat, toneless. “Do you think I’m joking about any of this?” He didn’t. “No.” “You don’t want to end it then? You don’t mind me showing her?” He was in turmoil once more. His brain was telling him one thing, but the rising, twitching sensation in his groin was telling him something entirely different. “I can’t stop you.” “Not now you cant, no, but that’s not what I asked.” She watched his erection rising and falling as he struggled with the proverbial devil on his shoulder. She breathed harder. “So, can I?” “If you want.” He couldn’t see but she was beaming. “That’s not good enough.” She knew he’d say it. “Tell me.” “Yes, okay… you can show her.” He felt relief. He felt uncomfortable too, but primarily, he felt relief at having said the words. Hidden from his view, she was silently jubilant. For a moment, she couldn’t speak, holding her excitement in. “That’s right, I can.” She took hold of his swollen and twitching shaft and slid her hand gently up and down. "Either I say what goes and you accept it, all of it, or we stop.” She built the speed in her hand "Right here and right now." As his hips rose to meet her, thrusting into her hand, she watched closely, the head swelling and moving ...
    through shades of engorged red and almost purple. As his body became rigid, ready to tip over the edge, she dropped him to loud groaning. She giggled, enjoying his plight. “You’re sure you want this then?” “Oh, Jesus.” “What?” she giggled. “Fuck.” He grinned. “You like it then? This?” “Oh Jesus, yes.” “Do you want to come?” “Ohhh, like you wouldn’t believe.” “Are you desperate?” She giggled again. “I’m fucking gagging.” “In my mouth? Or inside me?” She almost felt guilty. “Inside you.” His heart pounded ever faster. “Condom? Or… bareback?” He knew the right answer; the sensible answer. “Bareback.” He also knew the wrong answer. He found the word, its coarseness, vulgar and revolting, but the thought of it? He just couldn’t help himself. “Bareback? You want to fill me up?” She bit her lip hard. “Ohhhh, fuckin’ yes.” Composing herself, she asked, “Your come spraying my insides?” “I want to be dribbling down your legs for hours.” Her face flushed, her mind awash with excitement, joy, amusement and a whole host of mixed emotions. For the first time she knew… She could do whatever she wanted. She could literally do whatever she wanted . She felt a rising yearning within herself but she would have him deal with that later. Was the desperation, the need, the same for him ? “I want to bury my cock deep inside you and pour into you.” “And you’ll do anything I tell you? “Yes, anything you fucking say.” “Forever?” “Yes.” She stroked him again, softly and slowly, up and down, barely ...