INTRODUCTIONS..PART 2

As they walked out of the bedroom, he kissed her lightly on the cheek and then turned and headed for the bar. He surveyed everything and approved. Then he poured himself a glass of white port (she had ORDERED this just for him!) and poured her a glass of Riesling. When he arrived in the kitchen with wine in hand, she smiled and took the glass from him and handed him a large pan and a pair of ‘turkey lifters’ – giant forks for lifting and moving large cuts of meat. ‘To the grill, sweetheart….. and pleeeeeeeeease don’t forget that I need the drippings for the Yorkshire pudding.’ He took the utensils and headed out the door, laughing. She poured the chowder in the slow cooker and set it on the table, surrounded by bowls, spoons, and a basket of crackers. She set the oven on 450 for the Yorkshire pudding and removed the batter from the refrigerator. The muffin pans were ready so she checked THAT task off her list. Next was a tray of strawberries with bowls of melted chocolate and Roquefort dressing for dipping (do not say ugh – try it!) Grilled peaches and mascarpone cheese with honey, and stuffed dates wrapped in bacon were next.

She began placing other cold cuts, cheeses, breads and salads on the table… nuts and chips were scattered around the rooms. A huge bowl of chilled, boiled shrimp anchored one end of the table, with cocktail and remoulade sauces for dipping. He came in the door carrying the standing rib…. it looked perfectly cooked, the beef/charcoal smell filling the house immediately. He went back for the drippings and to close down the grill. The roast would need to ‘rest’ a bit before carving. The desserts (cheesecake, crème brulee, and ‘death by chocolate’ pie) would remain in the refrigerator until later. The coffee pot was set up and ready on the bar, only requiring the start button to be pushed; cups, cream and sugar nearby. As she stood looking around and making mental notes of things yet to do, he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. As his arms pressed against her breasts, she winced involuntarily and he laughed softly in her ear. ‘Relax, little one – I want you to come to enjoy the pain.’

She turned and kissed him tenderly, just as the doorbell rang. Grabbing his hand, they headed to the door, and the evening began.

He was a wonderful guest of honor and a gracious host, and she smiled as she watched him work the crowd of about 16. And she was right – they loved him. He was friendly and attentive, answering any and all questions, asking ones of his own – and he was amazing at remembering names and knowing who was with whom. He was the center of the evening, as had been her hope and plan, and she stood back and enjoyed watching him. He really WAS an utterly charming man and she was deeply in love with him, but they had issues, not the least of which were age and background. Obstacles to be overcome, hurdles to be jumped…. Who knew where it would lead, but here, now, today – she was mad about him and he was insanely in love with her.


As the evening progressed, several of her girlfriends took her aside with comments like ‘ooooo…. He’s gorgeous!’ or ‘Gawd, I want him if you don’t!’ She simply smiled and sipped her wine. Sometimes he would look her way and she would lift her glass a bit and wink at him. Now his eyes were boring into hers and he tipped his head ever so slightly towards the bedroom, and started walking in that direction. She waited a minute and then excused herself from the group she was talking to and followed him into the room, closing the door softly. He stepped out of the darkness and took her in his arms, pulling her tight to his chest, nearly crushing her. He pressed her ever so gently against the door, kissing her passionately, hungrily… as if he had been starving for her, which he had been. He slid his hands to her shoulders and peeled her dress off and back, exposing her breasts.

Watching her face in the glow of the moonlight, he tightened the clamps on each nipple, hearing her whine at the pain and sensing her legs buckling. He slid the dress back in place and wrapped her in his arms again, leaning down and nibbling her neck before kissing the tears from her eyes. As he stepped back from her, he opened the door and allowed her to leave ahead of him, and a smile lit his face as he watched her regal stride as she crossed the room.

The evening was ending as the two of them served dessert and coffee to the guests, most of whom had migrated to the porch. The night was cool and there was a mostly full moon lighting the yard and adjacent field, a perfect evening to sit on and listen to the music of the night. He sat in a chaise, leaning back with his legs spread, and she was nestle between them and leaning back against this chest. His arms were wrapped around her and her arms covered his. She shivered and grinned as she felt his hand slide inside the V of her dress front, the movement protected by the darkness. She was talking with a colleague, trying to keep her voice calm when suddenly she felt his fingers teasing and tugging her nipple. When the clamp came free, she gasped, feeling the rush of blood returning, and feeling her pulse pounding between her legs. She pressed her back against him and arched involuntarily, feeling her clitoris begin to throb. She heard him softly chuckle and she knew he knew what was happening. She had completely lost track of the conversation and as she tried desperately to catch up, he began to roll her tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She shifted her arms over his because she just KNEW everyone on the porch could see his hand inside her dress. Her other nipple was on fire, still tightly clamped and throbbing unmercifully. She wasn’t sure she could bear the pain (WAS it pain? What a strange thought!) but she forced herself not to cry out. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, ‘Do NOT cum, little one,’ and as he again kissed the back of her neck, her body shuddered in the darkness. All she could think of was – would these people ever leave!!!!

Almost as if reading her mind, one by one her friends started to stand and carry their dishes into the kitchen. She hopped up and was about to follow them into the kitchen when she realized her dress was stuck to her but thankfully masked by the darkness. She gave a gentle tug and freed itm hoping there was no visible sign of her wetness. Dear Lord, she whispered to herself, and as she stepped forward again she felt him standing behind her. His hand slid into the back of her belt and he guided her towards the door. She let her hand drop causally behind her as they walked, and she brushed it across the front of his trousers, feeling the bulge beneath the fabric, and again she was painfully aware of her aching, sensitive nipple and the throbbing between her legs.

They stood together by the door, bidding each visitor good night as her friends (and now THEIR friends) thanked them for their hospitality and the fun evening. Hugs and kisses all around, each one a torment if her nipple happened to brush an arm or someone’s chest. Suddenly she realized that SHE was the one initiating such contact because of the sensation it caused. They stood together on the front porch until the last car was gone, waving goodbye. He took her hand and they went back inside and she closed and locked the door as he flipped off the outside light.

They grinned at each other and let out a collective ‘whew’ – alone at last! He turned and went into the sunroom and began collecting dirty dishes and glasses while she went to the table and started packaging things for the refrigerator or tossing them in the garbage. She quickly filled the dishwasher in the kitchen and then went into the bar, filling that dishwasher with barware. She poured them each a small glass of brandy and as she walked back into the sunroom, he was coming in from carrying out the trash. She walked to him and held out the glass, which he took from her and clinked gently against hers. Not a word had been spoken since the last guest left. He walked around the room cutting off the lamps, and then he took her hand in his and led her to the couch. He took her brandy glass and set it, along with his, on the coffee table. She was about to sit when he pulled her back gently. ‘I didn’t tell you to sit.’ And she stopped dead in her tracks. He walked behind her and she felt his fingers against her back as he unfastened her belt. He lifted her hair off her neck and caressed her skin with his tongue, whispering to her, ‘Remove your dress…. do it slowly’, and with that, he moved around to sit on the couch so he could watch her.

She stood motionless for a moment, until he repeated ‘DO IT’ and slowly she slid her left hand inside the V of her dress top. Moving her hand up to her shoulder she pushed the fabric away, shrugged her shoulder just enough to free it, and let the fabric slide down and off her arm. She looked down at her tender, bruised nipple and was amazed to see how erect it was. She tilted her head back a little and shook her hair as she reached inside the dress again, this time with her right hand pushing the black silk from her left shoulder, taking extra care not to touch the clamped nipple, which was now white and flat inside the clamp. The elastic at the waist of the dress stopped it from falling to the floor, and as she watched his eyes, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic and slowly, seductively eased the dress over her hips. She released it so that it slid down her legs into a small pile at her feet. ‘Step out,’ he said, and she lifted each foot in turn and stepped back and out of the dress. He picked up the dress and tossed it in a nearby chair. ‘Turn around,’ and she slowly rotated until her back was to the couch and him. She heard, rather than saw her chain belt in his hands, and she felt the cool metal against her naked flesh as he fastened it around her waist again. He took each of her hands and one at a time, fastened a short length of the belt to the gold bracelet on her wrists. She tugged gently to test the bindings and was relieved that she wasn’t tightly restricted. A sudden ‘whack’ on her bare ass caused her to jump – the sound scaring her more than the pain. ‘I didn’t tell you to move, did I?’

‘N-N-No’, she whispered, unconsciously straightening her back and opening and closing her hands.

‘Step forward, one step’ and her obedience was immediate. He stood and walked around to face her, smiled as his eyes met hers. ‘I’m going to take you tonight, little one…. as you’ve never been taken. I will make you mine in the most intimate way.’... and he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He removed it and dropped it on the chair with her dress, and he picked up the brandy glass and held it to her lips. She sipped it and felt a tiny dribble start its way down her chin. He set the glass down, grabbed her head by her hair and bent her it back, licking the wine from her chin. He continued licking, down her throat and over to her shoulder, still pulling on her hair. He cupped her chin is his hand and kissed her deeply before releasing her chin and her hair. ’Kneel, little one,’ he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Again, her obedience was immediate. She knelt, knees apart slightly, sitting back on her feet as she gripped the heels of her shoes in her hands. He stood before her and removed his belt, tossing it on the chair. Then he stepped out of his shoes and moved them aside while he unfastened his trousers and slowly unzipped them. Sliding them down his legs, he watched her eyes as she looked at the bulge in his underwear. Standing on one foot, and then the other, he removed his socks and then slipped his underwear down his muscular legs.

‘Open your mouth, sweetheart, and extend your tongue,’ and she did. He took his thick cock in his hand and gently tap-tap-tapped her tongue. She resisted the urge to close her lips around him – somehow she knew he would tell her to do it if that’s what he wanted. It seemed he didn’t, as he continued tapping her tongue, and then her lips, and then her face with his growing penis. When he finally told her to lick him, she leaned in eagerly, burying her face in his groin and lapping at him, nibbling and licking all over as he gently pressed her head against him. After a moment or two, a growl escaped his throat and he told her to stand, as he began pulling her to her feet by her hair. He guided her around to the back of the couch and pushed her against it, her hips pressing against the cool leather. He forced her forward and forced her head down, bending her at the waist over the back of the couch, her soft, round ass in the air with her bound hands resting on it. With his knee, he nudged her legs apart as he began to caress her… his hands gliding up and down her legs, over them, between them. He squeezed her cheeks, kneading the flesh until it was red. He smiled as he listened to her moans, and every minute or two, he would rub his hand against her mound and press a finger between her lips, feeling her wetness growing. Her breasts were pressed hard against the couch cushions and the slightest movement brought a piercing pain to her left nipple. Had he forgotten the clamp was on her? Should she ask him to remove it? She felt his hips against her bottom as his hands caressed her back and her arms, which were beginning to ache a little. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it between her legs, stroking her throbbing clitoris and listening to her moans increasing. He found her warm wet entrance and in a single hard thrust, rammed his cock inside her and held it deep, her arousal causing her to clamp down on him again and again. He bent his knees and pushed upward into her, now lifting her feet off the floor. He gripped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back as he rammed deeper and deeper into her. In a gentle, urging voice, he groaned to her ‘I want you to cum… little one… NOW!!!!’ And with a mighty thrust he slammed into her, lifting her at the same moment he reached down and pulled the clamp from her nipple. She screamed in pain as her orgasm began and then she cried out in pleasure as he continued moving in and out of her, faster and deeper, until she coated his cock with her cream.

Still slamming into her, he said, ‘Spread yourself for me with your hands…….. do it now… show me!’ and she grabbed her cheeks as best she could and opened herself to him. He plunged into her wetness one last time, withdrew, and placed the head of his cum-soaked cock against her tight puckered opening. ‘Take a deep breath, my darling…… take me… relax and take me’ and he leaned in, yes, steady pressure until she gave way, yes, and took him there, yes, digging her nails into her cheeks as he went deeper and deeper in her, yes, her empty vagina clamping in an orgasmic frenzy. He took her slow and deep, yes, repeatedly, his hands on her hips, pulling her back onto him, yes, burying himself in her. He leaned his head back and let out a guttural moan as he exploded inside her, yes, filling her with his seed, yes! He felt the warm moistness of her next orgasm on his balls as she squirted in release. He smiled as he continued to glide in and out of her, oh yes, until he had been completely drained by her muscles. His cock still deep in her, he reached up and released the chains attached to her bracelets. She dropped her hands to the couch cushion and pushed to lift herself upright. Slowly she straightened her body, still clamping him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back tight to his chest, supporting her as her legs trembled and feeling his own beginning to do the same. Slowly he bent his knees and eased out of her, as she whimpered softly and held on to the back of the couch to keep from collapsing. He turned her just enough to lift her, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. She melted against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her into the bedroom...