My Visit to Sharon

All you read here is true and accurate. Only our names have changed.

Based upon the plan for Saturday in our weekend together, Sharon and I knew the Saturday was going to be busy, sexually. We decided to stay in Sharon's apartment all day, to play and fool around. Whilst we planned it well, I doubt either of us expected Saturday to turn out the way it did.

Saturday.

I woke about 5.15 needing the bathroom. When I returned to the bed, Sharon was awake. "Sorry I woke you."

"No, I want to be awake with you."

She curled up beside me with my left arm around her shoulders. We started to chat about the day before, chatting about how good it was to be in each other's arms again and of course the fucking that we had both yearned for. As we talked, Sharon's hand began to wander, first playing with my chest hair then running her fingers down to play with my thighs. Soon she was feeling my cock, slowly wanking me as well as kissing and licking my nipples. I dug my nails into her back and lightly scratched her. The wanking felt good. Her grip was tight but it was a slow sensuous wank. I was hard. "That feels good."

"Let me make you harder!" Sharon disappeared under the duvet, kissing my skin as she moved down to my groin. She began kissing and licking my cock and then took me in her warm mouth. Her head was sucking mine hard. Her hand wanking stopped, replaced by her mouth wanking me.

"Fuck, that feels good but I want to fuck you!"

With a timely removal of my dick from her mouth, she excitedly said, "Oh you will, you know you will."

She threw back the duvet and came and sat on me, her hands firmly planted on my chest. She gently moved her hips forward and backwards, grinding her cunt over my stiff cock. It was still dark, which made the touching of her body even more enticing. I held her breasts and squeezed her erect nipples. I reached down and grabbed my cock. She lifted her body slightly, ready to take my hard cock deep into her. "Let my cock play with your clit." She now held my cock and started to stroke her clit with it.

"Oh, that feels nice. You're so hard. Let me fuck you."

She fed my tool into her cunt and I pushed up hard as she pushed down on me. Deep inside her, she started to make circle motions across my thighs. "Does that feel good? It excites me feeling your cock deep in me. Now fuck me."

On top, she had most of the control. She started pumping, her hands now on my hips to give her better leverage. She began to orgasm. "Wait for me."

"I can't, this is too good." Her body began trembling and shaking violently. I was fucking her as hard as I could in this position. "Oh fuck yes, oh fuck." I continued to fuck her hard but felt myself beginning to orgasm.

"Stay there, fuck." I groaned as I exploded into her, bringing her to a quick second orgasm. She fell forward onto me, our joint cum warmly seeping across my groin. "Our early morning fucks are so good."

"A little special I think."

I rolled her onto her side and we lay there holding each other whilst kissing. After some ten minutes, I suggested coffee and something to eat. I dressed in a T-shirt and jogging bottoms and went to the kitchen to start preparing the coffee. Sharon came down some five minutes later dressed in tight black lacy babydoll lingerie and a black lace robe. I looked at her, then looked into her eyes and licked my lips. She smiled and kissed me as she got close.

Some weeks ago in one of our Sexdeos I took a photo of Sharon as she lay on her sofa taking the last sip of wine from her glass. Her head was tilted backwards, her hand was gracefully holding the stem of the glass, with her other hand held beautifully poised over the sofa edge. She was wearing a red laced robe which fell from her shoulder and her bodice spaghetti strap was falling over the same shoulder. Her bodice was revealing but not showing her breasts. We talked about recreating that photo as the quality, whilst ok, wasn't great, and wasn't focused, having been taken whilst on FaceTime. I told Sharon, for an even better shot, this time she should be all in black. Hence her walking into the kitchen dressed purely in black lace.

We sat listening to and sharing music, whilst generally chatting about our past lives, the present and where we see the future.

But the immediate future was to recreate the photo of Sharon drinking from the glass. What I call The Last Drop.

We looked at the FaceTime photo, got Sharon into position and took a few shots. Reviewing them we saw clear changes that needed to be made. Again we took some shots. This time, perfect. Everything I wanted the shot to be, Sharon had recreated it. We were hugely impressed we did it so quickly. I spent the next hour or so trying to photoshop the picture but with little success. "I'll do this when I get back to my place." I think throughout that day, I returned to look at that photo several times. It was a really great sexy shot of Sharon, My Whore.

Again we sat listening to music, putting the world to rights, or maybe it was just our world! We followed this by reading some fetish cards from a game Sharon had bought previously. There were all sorts of sexy suggestions; positions to take with each other, suggestive words to speak, kissing parts of the body etc. Whilst we didn't try anything, it did lead to some passionate kissing and erotic touching.

It was almost lunchtime so Sharon fetched some drinks and snacks to eat. We sat and spoke about the new game we had designed, Strip You Naked.

There are 6 challenges based upon the number rolled on the dice. The game could be played between two people or more if you have friends of a similar mindset. Roll a 1, you drink shots. Roll a 2, pick a card and there's some touching with the opposite sex. Roll a 3, choose a card and there's some kissing with the opposite sex. Roll a 4, you kiss the opposite sex passionately for 30 seconds. Roll a 5 and you tell the opposite sex what sexually you would like to do to them. Roll a 6 and the opposite sex decides what item of clothing they shall remove from you. The objective is that you both get naked and anything goes after that.

The game was fun and Sharon won the game due to subtle rule changes halfway through the game. She stripped me of my leggings and sucked my dick for a while. Then she removed my T-shirt, got me naked and had her way with me on the sofa. Having said she won, she did allow me to strip her naked before we fucked.

Prior to Sharon visiting me in January. I told her I had a fantasy of restraining her, bent over a table. We did this during her visit and it was hugely enjoyable, both agreeing it would be fun to do it again. This time I asked her approval to video it. To which she agreed.

Next on our Saturday plan was to tie Sharon to a table again. Before I arrived, Sharon had tied soft rope around the four legs of the table. She went to the bedroom to dress while I gathered the items I wanted to use on her while she was bent over the table.

She came into the room dressed in a very short black leather halter-neck dress. She was wearing black stockings and suspender belt, with long black velvet gloves up to her elbows. Again she must have seen the approving look on my face. Her smile suggested so. "So, how do you want me?"

"First let me blindfold you and then bend over the table, feet spread wide apart."

I tied her left leg and then her right, stopping in between to feel and stroke her pussy. "Give me your hand!" I tied that tight, as I did the other. She wasn't going anywhere.

Through the next two hours, I would video and take pictures of what I was doing to Sharon.

First I stroked her back with my hand and a number of feathers. Then I picked up a marker pen and wrote on her back 'My Whore'. I lifted her dress and wrote on her arse 'Fuck Here', with an arrow going down the crack of her arse. Either of her two holes would do.

I asked what she thought I would do to her.

"I don't know."

"What would you like me to do to you?"

"Anything you want."

I picked up the pen again and wrote on her lower back 'The girl will fuck all day'. Again a photo.

I held the riding crop and hit her hard on the arse. She took an intake of breath and gave a slight moan.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes that and more."

Again, twice, three, four times I hit her hard with the riding crop.

"Is that good My Whore?"

"Oh yes My Lord, punish me."

Again and again I strapped her buttocks. A red glow came to her skin surface. Moving to her back, I hit her shoulder, but not too hard, I wanted to build up to it. I struck both shoulders. "How does that feel Whore?"

"It feels good My Lord." As I saw it, her answer was telling me to go harder. This time I hit her harder, again a sharp intake of breath by her.

"Yes, that feels good My Lord."

I put the riding crop down and caressed her skin where I had hit her. I soothed her skin with some baby oil, and as I rubbed it in, the writing on her started to disappear. But I had the photos. I poured some oil onto her arse crack and watched it trickle down over her asshole and be almost sucked up by her cunt. My hand went to massage the oil around her wide open legs and then moved to her pussy. Fuck she was wet, her juices and the baby oil combining so my hand could glide over her cunt and ass area easily.

My fingers entered her pussy, my longest finger searching for her g-spot. Playing inside her I grabbed the paddle and hit her arse cheeks, Sharon again enjoying the pain I was giving her. Again her groans were asking for more and harder. Now I hit her incredibly hard. Yes, she took in gulps of air but still no stop word. How far could I take her? How far was I willing to go?

I used her juices from her cunt to caress and soothe her increasingly reddening skin, stroking it gently while taking photos to show Sharon later.

I took Sharon's pink dildo and stroked her pussy lips with it, teasing her cunt hole by poking her slightly. "How does that feel for you Whore?"

"You tease me My Lord, fuck me with it."

I did. I pushed the dildo hard into her pussy, my spare hand finding her clit and rubbing it. I fucked her hard with her pink dildo, the vibration set at its highest level. "Yes My Lord, yes, fuck, it's so good, oh fuck." She began shaking, her hips almost bouncing on the table. I caught a glimpse of her hand holding and pulling on the rope, the other gripping the table edge. I moved from her clit and fingered the ass. She came violently. Her whole body feeling the excitement from her orgasm.

I stopped for a while and let her compose herself. She was panting hard and groaning words of pleasure.

Still the large pink dildo was in her. Her working pussy muscles holding it in her. I reached for the riding crop. Videoing, I hit her arse and back, harder than before. The words on her back were just legible. Putting the crop down I picked up her second dildo and started to play around with her asshole. Again I started pumping her cunt with the pink dildo and pushed the clear dildo into her asshole. "Oh Jesus yes, oh fuck yes." Both dildos fucked her holes. She began to squeal. Squeals of delight. She wanted this, she was enjoying this moment. Again I videoed what I was doing, what she was wanting.

I put my phone down on her back. I removed the pink dildo from her pussy, took down my leggings, held my stiff hard cock in my hand and began fucking her cunt. The ass dildo was being pushed into her by my lower stomach. In time with pumping her cunt I was fucking her ass with a dildo. My hands on her hips, pulling her, fucking her. She was crying out words of excitement and pleasure. She came. I came. Her cunt and my load feeling hot as I wet her hole further. I stood there for a few seconds, my cock deep in her. Her dildo deep in her ass.

I pulled out of her and pulled the dildo from her ass, grabbed the towel and cleaned her up.

"Before we finish, I want to finger fuck you again."

She said nothing, a sign to continue. I placed my hand across her pussy. She was practically flowing with both our cum seeping out of her. Two fingers went deep into her, she took in air through gritted teeth. I finger fucked her hard once more. I ripped off her blindfold so I could watch her orgasm once more. She moaned with pleasure, and the more she moaned the harder I fingered her. She came to orgasm. I watched her face as she stretched her throat, her hands pulling on both ropes. Yes. My Whore pleases me greatly.

I released her from the ropes expecting her to walk as if she had been in a saddle all day, but she was fine. I got her a drink and we hugged. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"It was so good. Every second, every minute, every touch. I fucking loved it. You spoil me!"

We sat for a while just going over what we had done, reassuring ourselves that all was good, and it was. Something we'll do again we agreed.

Sharon, went to shower while I cleaned and tidied up. Following the shower, we ate some food she had previously cooked, and drank some much needed drink.

We cleared away and sat holding each other, drinking bourbon and talking. One of our playlists was Bluetoothed through a speaker which created a soft warm loving feeling for us both. The mood had us fooling around once more. "Don't ask me why, but I want to fuck you on the floor!"

"Really?" Said Sharon.

"We've never done it there, so why not?"

"Ok."

Sharon released herself from me and stood to remove her panties. I followed suit, removing my leggings. Sharon laid out on the floor and I got down laying on top of her. And there we fucked. Nothing special, fairly vanilla, just a straight forward fuck. "We'll remember that one just as much as all the rest."

"Will we." She said with a grin.

We cleaned up and had another drink that started to put the pair of us to sleep. Sleep had been pretty scarce in the last 24 hours or so. "Why don't we go to bed?"

"It's only seven!"

"So, it's only us, we can go to bed and get up whenever we want. Can't we?"

"I guess, are you sure?"

"Of course, we're both tired, we had a great day, so why not?"

"Ok, if that's what you want. Let's go."

We moved to the bedroom, got into bed and Sharon held me in her arms. I vaguely remember waking up sometime later, finding myself spooning her.

The crazy hour we both woke up the next morning was going to make Sunday a long, long day.