Bountiful Sleeping Beauty

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. One has already been written and I am sure you can figure out which one.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way. I already have a list of fairy Tales I am writing but if you have a favorite I could maybe include it.

Bountiful Sleeping Beauty

A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale

Chapter 2

Philip's cock almost burst out of his pants when she asked him for more of what he had given her. Never, even in the movies, had he ever seen a more gorgeous, sensuous or passionate woman in his life and she wanted him to make love to her. He caught his breath and responded, "Emma, there is nothing I want more than to take you to your sexual Nirvana."

Philip took off his shoes and socks, then stood and removed his pants and underwear and when he turned back to look at Emma he froze. Emma was kneeling in a slave presentation position directly in front of him and he felt his heart lurch in his chest with the incredible sight.

She was kneeling, naked with her butt on her heels and her hands were clasped behind her neck. Her back was straight with her breasts thrust prominently forward and her tiny belly sucked in against her backbone. Her golden hair was pulled behind her back ensuring it didn't obstruct her presentation and her eyes were cast downward looking at the floor of the forest. He knew this was a slave presentation position; she was perfect for him but how did she know he was a dominant?

Emma had captured and spent a year being trained by a brutal sorcerer. Her confinement involved hanging from a cross or sitting in a slave presentation position and being sexually tormented until her body quivered with need. For six months she had been kept on the edge of an orgasm but never allowed to climax. The sorcerer forced her to the edge of a climax just before she was sent into exile and her constant companion was her sexual cravings She knew she had to control her body as well as her orgasms and she had hoped that she could be the woman that Philip wanted. Philip was still frozen in front of her, and she wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. She hoped that it was a good thing.

Philip became unfrozen and finished stepping towards her. He squatted in front of Emma scrutinizing every curve of this incredible sight. He reached out caressing her cheek, reveling in the silkiness of her skin and feeling her trembling muscles underneath. His fingers stroked over her face until they came to rest beneath her chin then he lifted her face so he could see her eyes.

Philip looked into Emma's eyes and saw them filled with deep, intense loving desire. Her eyes were also watery with fear etched into her face, but her gaze never faltered. Their eyes stayed locked on each other, and Philip saw what was in her eyes it was not fear of him, but fear of failure and fear she would disappoint him. Philip dropped his hand to her breast; cupping it and feeling its weight fill his palm and with his thumb caressed her nipple.

Emma's breath caught in her chest as he hefted her breast. She gave a shuddering breath as his touch stoked the smoldering fire inside her and when he caressed her nipple, lightning ripped through her. Suddenly it became clear that she hadn't disappointed him, he was very pleased and wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her face gave a momentary glimpse of relief before being replaced by a loving look and the desire to please him.

Philip looked at her expectant face and passion glazed eyes as he said, "Emma thank you for this, it was unexpected, and I am very pleased. This is a slave presentation position, and it means you are mine to do whatever I want. I could torture you, abuse you, make love to you or do anything I wanted to you. Do you really know what you are offering?"

'Yes Master, I know what it means, and I know I want to give myself to you. I have spent all my sleeping time dreaming of my lover taking me and using me anyway he wanted. I want you to take me, use me, give me orgasms beyond my imagination and leave me satisfied." She whispered in a soft but deeply passionate voice.

Philip was sure she didn't really know what she was doing, but her eyes and her body tugged at him. He knew he should walk away, but the temptation she offered was more than he could stand. His thumb and forefinger closed around her nipple and squeezed. Philip stared into her eyes as they popped open wide with a surprised electrifying jolt. Her mouth opened and closed in a silent sensual spasm, but she stayed perfectly still in her presentation pose.

"Very good my Pet, I am impressed. So do you really want to give yourself to me?" Philip said softly.

"Yes Master, from the moment I saw you I have wanted you to take me, over and over. Your eyes dominate me and you already own me; with one look you create passion inside of me and bring me close to a climax. Your touch made me climax over and over and brought me out of the spell I was under. I know I don't really know you, but I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you to be my master and use me as your submissive."

"Okay my sultry sub. Your safe word is red and if you feel you can't take anymore say your safe word to stop. You do understand the use of safe words?"

"Yes Master, I do." Emma responded.

Philip listened, realizing that he really did want to be her master; he wanted the gift she was offering. So today, he was going to put her through her pace. He decided to see what kind of passion she was capable of and what if any control she had. He also decided that he was going to give both of them a day they would never forget and see where these unfamiliar feelings took them.

Philip caught himself gazing into those soulful blue eyes, he felt himself captured and her eyes were pulling at him. He felt himself responding to the pleading and begging coming from those eyes. Without even knowing it, his mouth moved towards her and captured her lips in a gentle loving kiss. As the kiss ended, Philip's lips didn't move away but stayed next to hers, almost touching. He could feel her rapidly panting breath bathing his face and he felt his heart imprisoned by her innocent gift. His famous control was eroding as the love in her eyes and her tempting innocent gift cracked the shell around his heart.

Philip's tongue came out and began to gently caress her upper lip as he felt her breath catch and she shuddered in a soft moan. Something about Emma affected him in ways no other woman had and he felt himself wanting to make love to her. He knew he had to reassert control, so he responded by rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He felt a shudder seize her body and her mouth quivered in a breathless moan. Philip smiled as she expelled a quivering breath and slightly arched her back, pushing her nipple further into his fingers. Her begging eyes pulled him, and he forgave her for this minor indulgence.

Philip accepted the invitation in her eyes and within seconds, he was plundering her mouth, trying to extract all the love he could find there. Then he replaced it with all the love he was suddenly feeling in his heart. It was a kiss that both of them felt all the way to curling their toes and it only ended when they were both desperate for air. In the end, both of them were gasping for breath like marathon runners. However, Philip couldn't wait to catch his breath and began lavishing kisses on her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead or anywhere else he could find that tasted of Emma. Emma eagerly offered up her face as a sacrifice to Philip's loving kisses as he began to devour her face with his lips.

Emma's fingernails were digging into her hands in a desperate effort to keep them behind her neck. She desperately wanted to pull him to her and feel his hard body crushed against her. She longed to feel his chest hair tickling her breasts and to feel his body snuggling to her as he took her. Trying to stay in position while his hands were exploring all of her feminine peaks and valleys was excruciating torment, but one she loved. At the same, the torture of staying in position was building the frantic need inside her and she knew she would go insane if he continued much longer.

His other large hand settled on her other breast. It was perfectly filled with her soft, firm succulent breast with her tight thrusting nipple digging into his palm. Philip closed his hand circling her breast then with his thumb and forefinger began to twist and pull her nipple sending bursts of desire throughout her body. Now both breasts and nipples were being lovingly tormented, and Emma was finding it hard to catch her breath.

Emma slightly bowed her back trying to push more of her breast into his grasping hands and she threw her head back in a passionate moan. This exposed her delicate neck to Philip's voracious desire, and he began to kiss and nibble down the sensitive skin of her neck. He could feel her hammering pulse beating just below the skin and felt her life force rushing through her veins just below his sucking lips. As he continued to lick, suck and nibble on her sensitive neck she gave a shuddering moan and surrendered to him.

For only the first time in her life, Emma felt out of control and need consuming her, but this was also deep in her heart. From her lips to her neck and her thrusting nipples her whole body was on fire. Emma was having a hard time catching her breath as everything Philip did to her, forced her body to explode with new sensations. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better, Philip's mouth joined his fingers on her nipples and she arched her back even further.

She quivered as her pussy pulsed with every tug, suck and nibble on her incredibly sensitive, turgid and over stimulated nipples. It was like her nipples and pussy were connected; she was gasping for breath with every new sensation sending shudders through body.

Philip's hand abandoned her nipple and Emma felt disappointed as the hand traveled over her tight belly. His hand nudged her legs apart with her disappointment quickly turning into jubilation as his fingers caressed her clit, then slid through her swollen pussy lips and buried inside her. Once again Emma had trouble catching her breath and her whole body shook when she felt Philip's thick finger push inside her.

Emma let out a raspy moan telling Philip that she loved everything that he was doing to her. "Oh Master... Oh my God Master... Oh Oh."

Philip stopped for a second, pulled his mouth away from her nipples and gazed into her tender smoldering eyes. Her eyes were lit with her internal lusty fire pleading for him to continue and at the same time questioning why he stopped. He felt those eyes pulling at him and he knew he could get lost in her very quickly if he wasn't careful. He shook his head and softly said, "Remember not to speak otherwise I may have to gag you."

Philip's mouth dropped back to her breasts and continued to move back and forth between her nipples nibbling, tugging and scraping her nipples against his teeth. Slowly his finger was sliding in and out of her drenched pussy and her pool of womanly nectar showed how excited she was. After he coated his finger with her essence, he would occasionally slide to the top of her pussy and caress her clit before dipping back between her swollen pussy lips.

Emma felt her passion climbing higher, higher, and completely on their own her hips started rocking forward and backward reaching for more. Philip suddenly stopped everything, and Emma looked at him through a veil of passion and realized her hips were rocking. She concentrated on stilling her hips and when she did, he slid a second finger into her incredibly tight pussy. The stretch of her quim made her mind explode with sparklers clouding her passion-filled eyes.

She tried desperately to control her body's response to his stimulating torment but trying to control her body seemed to make every touch even more intense. She wished he would tie her up then the torture of trying to stay in position would be taken away. Only then she could revel in his touch or kisses. She knew he was testing her, pushing her to see when she would break down and demand satisfaction, but she was determined to make him proud.

With two of Philip's large fingers buried in her pussy, Emma was stretched wider than she had ever been, and it felt so wickedly delicious. She wanted Philip to take her, manhandle her and make her feel love and passion. He had already pushed her pass anything she had ever felt before and now her pussy was stretched, full of Philip. She fought through the waves of impassioned fire roasting her body's sexual core determined to stay in position no matter what he did to her.

Her dreams of being stuffed, stretched and full of Philip were coming true and more than anything Emma wanted him to fulfill her crazy desire. He was giving her pussy the most wonderful stretching workout and her whole body was shaking. The craving he was building in her womb was beyond anything she ever felt, and she slipped as she whimpered let him know it.

"Master... Oh God Master... More Oh God More... Take Me... Stretch Me... Fill Me... Make me Yours."

Philip loved to hear her pleas for more, but he knew he must assert control. He stopped everything and looked into her eyes saying. "Emma my Pet, you must control your body and if you don't, I will have to bind you. Likewise, you must be quiet and control your voice; otherwise, I will have to gag you. Do you understand?"

Emma dropped her eyes in shame and disappointment whispering, "Yes Sir." She had known all of this but trying to control her body and voice in the mist of incredible and overwhelming passion was difficult. Trying to control her body only served to make her more aware of every touch, every caress and every feeling was more intense. She realized how hard this would be, because she had been here before but she was determined not to disappoint the man she loved.

Philip watched her trying to control herself and felt himself becoming intoxicated by Emma's attempts to contain her uninhibited and wild passion. She stayed in her position with her hands still clasp behind her neck, but he could see her muscles rippling beneath her skin fighting to hold her position. Her face was alternating masks of intense concentration and wild jubilant rapture. Normally he would maintain discipline, but increasingly Philip felt himself being drawn in and he wanted to see her shatter in ecstasy.

Emma felt the build increasing like she was going to explode, and she found it harder and harder to breathe. Her hips were reaching higher, lifting further trying to get more of Philip inside her. With two of Philip's fingers firmly embedded in her pussy he used his thumb to start, caressing her clit and that was all it took.

Emma's whole body bucked, arched backwards with her head thrown back and her body froze in a muscle clenching, body consuming orgasm. For a few seconds Emma couldn't breathe as her whole existence revolved around the sensation centered in her pussy. Her eyes were pointing behind her with her breasts pointing at the sky and all her muscles locked in her rigid arched expression of euphoria. She lost the ability to see with fireworks exploding behind her eyes and the euphoria she felt was unlike anything previously in her existence.

Emma's breath came back in a shuddering gasp, but her orgasm wasn't over yet. Philip rapidly flicked her clit with his thumb as he rammed his fingers back deep inside Emma's spasming cunt and her orgasm blazed anew. Her eyes were stunned open in a sightless stare with her face a cloak of unbelievable blissful agony. Emma's neck and chest were as red as a strawberry as her heart hammered blood through her body. Her body clinched again in a tight bowed arch as she silently screamed her ecstasy for her master to perceive.

Her mouth opened wide as she locked her vocal cords and no sound escaped, but in her head she screamed. "AGAIN... MMMAASSTTEERR... OH MY, OH MY GOD MASTER... AAGGAAIIN... OH GOD."

Philip was memorized by Emma's explosive expressions, loving how passionate and responsive she was. As her body contorted in her expression of rapture, Philip stared, watching the most erotically powerful sight he had ever seen. Every muscle of her athletic body was rippling in a glorious spectacle of bliss that elevated her already stunning beauty to goddess levels. He had never seen such awe-inspiring beauty and it humbled him.

Her eyes were wide with awe, bliss, love, wild joy showing in her eyes. Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream with all the veins and chords in her neck extended in expressions of elation. Her arms flailed, while her legs and hips quivered vigorously and her flat taut belly was knotted in a beautiful six-pack. Her breasts swelled and vibrated with her explosive breaths and her nipples were like batons conducting a symphony of ecstasy.

He was proud of her control, especially with her having already climaxed twice. He was just getting started and today he was determined to make up for all she had been put her through by giving her a day of unbelievable pleasure. He scooped her writhing, spasming, pleasure-consuming body into his arms and quickly carried her to a bed of leaves. He arranged her on the leaves stretching her arms above her head and ordered her to hold onto the trunk of a sapling.

Her hands latched onto the sapling with a death grip with her knuckles turning white. He pulled on her ankles to stretch her in a taut line on the bed of leaves then spread her legs, so her feet were hanging off the sides in the grass. Philip stood and looked at this tempting vision. Her lines were sleek and athletic with the perfect amount of womanly curves. He could see all the quakes trembling through her entire body, forcing all her muscles to quiver under her skin.

Philip's eyes traveled over her widespread trembling legs to her womanly mound glistening with her orgasmic essence. Her taut belly shuddered erotically leading to her full wobbly breasts and hard, passion engorged nipples, but her face was what captured his attention. Her lips quivered trying to express her feelings, but her face said it all with a look of awed, incredulous bliss. Her face was glowing with the rapture he had embedded inside her, but her eyes were truly the window into her heart.

Emma's eyes sparkled with deeply abiding love and hope. Her eyes showed a desire and need to give all of herself to him. She believed and trusted in him, her desire for him was plain, displaying her innocent belief in love and making love. He had seen love in her eyes and heart the first time their eyes met and now she was bearing her heart and soul to him. Her eyes summoned him, breaking down the shell around his heart and offering him all that she was. She was Aphrodite personified and he couldn't resist the love her heart was offering. He quickly kneeled between her widespread and beckoning thighs.

For Emma this was the first real look she had at the man that had captured her heart from the moment she laid eyes on him. In her mind 's eye, she had fantasied about this moment and dreamt about what he looked like as he stood over her poised to ravish her. Her heart pounded in her chest as he stood naked above her and she shivered in breathless anticipation. Even her imagination didn't come close to the real thing.