An Act of Love
by
Trash
(A Guest Contributor Entry) – Some time ago, I was invited to a lady’s home fairly late at night. She and I often explored our passions in
totally uninhibited and usually strange ways. When I arrived at her place, I parked the bike and knocked gently on her door. I heard her say “come in” from inside. I opened the door and went in. It was dark inside, there were no lights on, but there was soft music playing. I heard her say “Don’t Move!” I stopped dead in my tracks! Then she turned on a reading lamp that was behind a large overstuffed chair. The light was directed on the long plush leather couch that was facing the chair she was sitting in. She sat in semi darkness, the lamp more on the couch and floor in front of the couch than on her. Then I saw that she was wearing a long terri-cloth bathrobe, tied at the waist, but open above and below the belt line. She was completely naked underneath the robe, sitting with her legs slightly spread apart. Her breasts were shiny, with scented oil I think, and she had somehow reddened her nipples. I could clearly see that her nipples were standing straight out, as when aroused! Then I saw that she had a pistol in her hand, a .38 revolver, and she was pointing it straight at me! I started to say something, and she said “shut up!” I shut up. She told me that she was in control, and that I had better do exactly as she told me, without question, or hesitation, or she would start shooting! I have always had a simple policy… if they have a gun, and you don’t, they’re boss! She said, (as if in a growl), “strip, and do it quickly!” I started to go to the bathroom to do as she asked, but she told me that she wanted me to stand in front of the light, and get naked right there. I did as she told me. When I was totally naked, she told me to go into the kitchen and bring back the small plastic tub I would find on the counter. I did. She told me to put it on the coffee table. The glass topped coffee table was between her chair and the couch, quiet low to the floor, and in the center of the lighted area. The small tub was the kind that you would soak your feet in. It was about 3/4 full of warm, soapy, water, and had a large sponge in it and a little holder attached to the side that held a bar of soap, and two plastic squeeze type bottles. She told me that she wanted to watch me give myself a sponge bath. “Use plenty of soap and water, and wash all over, then rinse, dry yourself, then sit down on the couch.” She said. I did as she told me. With plenty of detailed instruction as to where to wash, what to wash, how much rubbing to do, and how
deep to go in a few places, she finally let me dry off and sit on the couch, facing her, and facing the light. She told me to take the squeeze bottle on the left, and squeeze it all over my body, from face to feet, nuts to butt, and everywhere in between. “Use every drop, and leave no part of you unoiled,” She demanded. The squeeze bottle held some sort of scented massage oil which felt smooth, slick, and very, very good! She then tossed me the wide terricloth belt from her bathrobe, and told me to blindfold myself with it. I was able to get a glimpse of her just before I blindfolded myself. She had one hand on the gun, and one hand on her crotch! I did as I was told, and put the blindfold on, and I could no longer see anything. I heard her get up,
take the other bottle from the little tub, and move over to where I was sitting. I couldn’t tell if she was between my wide-spread legs, next to me, or behind me. She told me to hold my hands out, palms up. She then squeezed something into my hands. She told me to rub my hands together a bit, then, with both hands, start masturbating myself! She told me not to hurry. She told me to play with myself slowly, sensually, erotically and not to hold anything back. I couldn’t see her, and had no idea what she was doing, where she was, or what she was looking at, so I did as she said. Blindfolded, naked, on a soft leather couch, in the spotlight, well oiled, sweet smelling, ordered to jack-off with abandon, and, it turned out, the liquid she poured into my hands was self-heating “Emotion Lotion!” It was a high quality sexual lubricant that got warm when you applied it. I have to tell you, this was the stuff of my most erotic dreams! My dick got hard instantly and I masturbated with abandon. All the while, she was sitting…. somewhere, applying more oil… or Emotion Lotion, when needed, and telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to myself. Once or twice I felt…. it must have been…. her lips, or tongue (or something else!) cover the head of my dick, and move up… and down… for an inch or so… softly, barely touching the skin, and then I would feel her ..?? .. move the entire length of my dick and balls… up…down… around, then down over my balls, under them, and on and on, and on and maddeningly on! She seemed to be everywhere, touching everything, in every way, with… what, I did not know! Then suddenly, she told me to stop! I was just at the point of being totally consumed by sexual commitment, the point where I was ready to explode, when my mind could focus only on the madness of my lust, just before I came (of course!)!! But she told me to stop, so stop I did. She told me to put my hands under my butt, raise myself up as high as I could, and then she….. nothing?….I could see, or hear, or feel her do…. nothing!!! …. for at least a couple of minutes or so. I must have looked like I was a serving of “pecker-on-a-platter” to her. There I sat, with my hands behind my butt, holding myself up high, naked, sweaty, on a sexual high, and waiting obediently for her orders. I didn’t know if she was even looking a me, and had no idea what she was doing. This lasted for just a couple of minutes (though it seemed like forever), and my mind filled with wonderful thoughts of what she must be thinking, doing, looking at, or what would happen next.
She didn’t make me hold that position for very long, and I had no idea what she was doing for those few minutes. Finally, she put a pillow under my hands, which were still under my butt, holding myself up, and told me to just relax on it. I started to move my hands, but she said that she would tie them behind my back if I did, so I put them back under my butt, essentially tying myself up. She poured something… scented oil I think, allover my naked body, and rubbed it in. Slowly, smoothly, with long, soft strokes and little squeezes here and there. It was maddening! I didn’t know just where she was sitting (maybe between my legs, maybe not), but she could reach every part of my body, touch my .. everything .. and touch “everything” she did. Repeatedly!
She knows that I like my nipples played with. My butt, too. She squeezed my nipples between her thumb and finger, sort of hard, and it hurt .. wonderfully. Then she had me spread my butt cheeks wide with my hands, while she looked at my butt hole very closely, “just to see what such a thing looks like,” She said. She told me to describe, in detail, a few of the things that I would like her to do to me, and to teach her how to do them .. right! She told me to explore every inch of her body. I asked her to spread her legs, open her vagina with her fingers, and let me explore her innermost self with my tongue, while she told me exactly how it felt, where to move my tongue to make her jump a little, where to put a little pressure to make her feel good, and how to find her often elusive clitoris. Especially how to make it perk up and come out all ready to play! I also asked her to spread her butt cheeks with her hands, while I explored her cute little butt hole in depth, both with my lubricated finger (s) and tongue. From a finger in her butt, to a tit in my mouth, to a pussy on my peter, to a hot, wet, eager tongue playing tonsil hockey in her inviting mouth! Hot, sweet and slippery, we both were, and lost to our passion! Nothing was untried that either of us could think of, and it felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before! She put I-don’t-know-what into holes I didn’t know I had, and rubbed me in places I haven’t been able to find since! Amind numbing, all consuming, cosmic cluster fuck was raging, juices were flowing, worlds
were exploding…. oceans rose and fell! Time itself was in on the play! She did what she wanted to do, I was her toy. She used me, and made me use her, until she came, then came, and then came again, and she made me (or couldn’t stop) clean her with cloth and tongue, while she kept me on the edge of passions promised release .. for what .. seemed .. like .. forever!!
Finally, she finished me off with her hands and mouth! It didn’t take more than a few seconds, my having been to the point of cumin for the last thirty minutes or more, and I was exhausted, couldn’t move, couldn’t even take my hands out from under my butt! She brought another tub of clear, warm water, pulled my hands out from under me, removed the blindfold, laid me down, put my feet up on the couch, pointed the light away from me, and gave me soft, warm kisses, loving touches, tender hugs, and another sponge bath, and .. I don’t know what else, ’cause I passed out! I woke up hours later to the smell of bacon and eggs, coffee and buttered raisin bread toast! She was sitting next to me on the couch, and she was smiling contentedly at me.
After we had finished breakfast, she stood up in front of me, handed me the gun (unloaded, I found out!), put her hands up, and with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, said “Don’t shoot, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t shoot!” So, I didn’t shoot her. And ya know what, she was right, she would do anything I wanted her to do!!
Trash
