Some favorite fantasies, a few fond memories...part 4

One Dark and Stormy Night with Pamela

by Gentleman Gene

THE LATE AUTUMN wind rattled the bare tree branches as I made my way up the ladder at the shadowed rear of Pamela's house. I was sweaty with fear of the neighbors calling the cops and with the sweet anticipation of what was awaiting inside. Kinky Pamela said it would be fun to play "The Burgler and the Housewife." Aprehensively I agreed. I slid the second story hallway window open and quietly entered the darkened house.

A light was on in Pamela's bedroom. The other upstairs rooms were dark. From the end of the hall I could see a small lamp and a couple of candles on down in the living room. I slowly entered her bedroom. I could hear sounds coming from the ajoining bathroom: water and soft radio music. Her room was candle-lit, too, about a dozen in assorted sizes were casting a warm hazy glow. Her dark skirt and pumps were scattered at the foot of the neatly made bed. Her white blouse and nylon slip were tossed on the chair near the dressing table. Her pantiehose and white nylon bikini panties were on the floor by the chair. Her 36C bra was hanging over the chair back.

With rising excitment and a stirring cock I took a deep breath. I slipped a black party mask over my eyes and pulled a Luger-shaped water pistol from my jacket pocket. I went to the bathroom door, pushed it open and stepped in.

The spaceous bathroom was candle-lit, too. The humid air was scented with incense and soap and marijuanna smoke. Pamela was sitting in the tub, waist deep in the sudsy water. Her long brunette hair was pinned up accenting her fine features and long neck. Her big blue eyes went wide, her full-lipped mouth openned in a stiffled scream. She dropped the joint into the bath water and a wrapped her arms over her generous fleshy breasts. She pulled her knees up to her chest to further cover her nakedness. Distant thunder muttered in the darkness outside.

I stepped closer, holding the toy gun steady on her. "Shut up! Don't make a sound and you won't get hurt!"

She cowered in the bath, eyes darting around, apparently seeking some way out, but they sparkled with secret anticipation of our game. The water sloshed revealing her gorgeous flanks and thighs. "Yes, OK, OK," she whispered. "Just don't hurt me. I'll give you anything you want..."

"I'll take anything I want, whether you like it or not, lady, " I growled in my most threatening voice. "And I see some things I like." Her smooth, damp skin glowed in the golden candle light. Water drops and patches of soap suds trickled down her shoulders, arms. Stray strands of wet hair were stuck on neck; one hung from her brow and coiled on her high cheek bone. "Put your legs down! Move your arms! I want to see more!"

"Oh, no, please don't make me..." I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back so her wide blue eyes stared up at me.

"You will shut up and do as I say or you will be sorry! Do...you..understand, bitch?"

She whimpered a frightened-sounding "Yes," then lowered her arms. Her heavy breasts were smooth, soapy, glistening in the candlelight. The dark pink nipples were hard. I switched the gun to my left hand, knelt down beside the tub and reached in with my right. I cupped her tits slowly, flicked my fingers over her stiff nipples, pinched them a little, savored the smooth, firm weight of them. The warm bathwater sloshed; the bubblebath suds parted and flowed giving glimpses of her wide hips and shapely legs.

"For someone who doesn't want to do anything, your nipples are awfully hard," I said switching over feel her other tit. The nipple stiffened as I flicked it. She gave a little gasp. I strummed it with the back of my fingers. She leaned forward and sighed. "I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me," she said in a soft voice. "Anything you want."

"You got that right! Stand up!" The warm sudsy water flowed off her full curves, patches of bubbles clinging here and there. Her heavy tits swayed and giggled as she moved. Her smooth, pale skin glistened in the golden candle light, water drops and suds trickling down her rounded curves. Her dark pink nipples were hard, puckered. The dark patch of wet pubic hair was matted and frosted with white soap suds. My cock stirred, pulsing in my pants. "Get out of the tub. Down on your knees."

She knelt on the fluffy blue rug, a vision of candle-lit, naked, submissive beauty. Damp hair in disarray, sleek wet skin glowing with steamy heat and excitement, succulent curves and volumptious flesh quivering, blue eyes wide, full pouty lips parted slightly.

"Unzip me; take off my pants." Quickly, without too much fumbling, she did as she was told. I put the gun back in my jacket pocket, slipped the jacket off and sat down on the toilet. She removed my shoes and socks and slipped my slacks off. I stood up. My cock was now quite hard, a stiff mound inside my black briefs. It was right in front of Pamela's face. I saw her lick her lips and swallow neverously.

I chuckled. "You like what you see there? Do you want to see more, you fucking hot bitch?" I slipped the waist band down below my cock and balls. My dick bounced out, hard and ready, swaying bare inches in front of her lips. Her breath was warm on my dick head. Her full, wide lips were soft and slightly moist as they brushed my taut foreskin. She kissed it, touched it with the tip of her tongue. I felt hot chills ripple up through my cock and balls, spread through my whole groin. My cock swelled and pushed at her lips. Her hands fluttered at her sides, she moved one to cup a breast, the other brushed over her furry pussy.

My hips moved with their own accord, pushing my hardness toward the kneeling beauty at my feet. The throbbing shaft brushed over her open lips, bounced against her smooth, damp cheek, pushed along the clean line of her jaw. She sought to kiss me, suck me, but I continued to move, thrusting my prick toward her, bobbing away, teasing her. My arousal grew: the thrill of the tease, the rush of sexual power over this hot, lovely woman, and the feel of her skin against my hard cock all stirred my desires.

Pamela swayed, seeking to take me in her mouth. One hand was busy between her legs, enjoying a stolen moment of freedom. I tried to chuckle evilly. "I want you to take me in your mouth. I want you to suck my cock until I cum in your nouth." Her big blue eyes looked up at me expectantly. "Would you like that, bitch?" Her lips openned; I slide inside.

Her wet tongue carressed my prick head, her moist lips fondled the stiff shaft. I shuddered with pleasure. I moved my hips in slow circles to pump my cock in and around her mouth. She touched my hip to steady herself as her gentle suckling increased in intensity. Her fingers her strumming her clit. She moaned.

"Who said you could touch yourself? Stop it! Pay attention to sucking me off, or you'll be real sorry!" I snapped. Her hand dropped to her side, clenching in frustration. "More pressure with your lips! Less sucking!" I ordered.

Her tongue flickered on the tender underside of my dickhead; her lips pressed around my shaft more firmly. I pumped into her a little, then held still to savor the gift of her tongue. "Ohh!...you're good, so good...!" Her head bobbed up an down my dick. She suddenly stopped then resumed her tongue lashing, lip caressing. I felt my cum rising. I groaned with pleasure and frustration as I grabbed her head and pulled out.

I PULLED HER into the bedroom and made her kneel on all fours on the edge of the bed. I used one of her long scarfs to tie her wrists together then fastened it to the bed post. On her elbows and knees, her broad round ass was a delight to see. I pushed her knees apart to I could admire her pussy. Her fur was damp, her pink lips slightly puffy, a glisten of moisture on them. Her legs trembled a bit as she settled into her position: knees wide, ass high, tits touching the bed, wrists loosely bound, fastened to the headboard. Her dark hair fell down over her face.

I kneeded her smooth, fleshy ass cheeks, feeling them, squeezing them, bouncing them. Her skin was warm, sleek, scented with bath oils. I rubbed my cock around them, between them, both upward over her pink hole and downward over her furry lips. She was breathing harder, a low moan escaped when my dickhead slid over her clitty. Her butt was so perfectly shaped, so perfectly full and rounded. I gripped her wide hips and steadily pumped my cock between her trembling legs, rubbing my length against her pussy, over and over her swelling bud. She started thrusting back against me, trying to get more contact, more rythm with my dick, moaning louder now.

I sucked in a deep breath and stopped, I stepped back with my prick firm and pulsing with need. Pamela gasped, frustrated, flopping down on her tummy, squeezing her thighs tight, seeking those last few strokes toward orgasm.

"God, you're good, bitch," I snarled, grabbing her hips up again. "A real good bitch who needs fucking. Am I right, bitch?"

"Yes! I need fucking! You're right! Anything, just please, fuck me!"

"Sorry, bitch, I don't want to fuck you right now. I fuck you when I say, you suck me when I say, I lick you when I say. You got that, lady!"

"Yes, oh, yes, I do. I do," she whimpered.

"Are you my slutty bitch whore tonight? Are ya?" I emphasized that with a quick slap on her butt.

"OHH!...yes! I'm a whore...a slutty bitch whore who just needs to get fucked!"

"Well, no fucking just yet. I want to see you pussy first...touch it, taste it. Then maybe I'll fuck you"

Kneeling on the floor at the foot of her big bed, I traced the outline of her pussy lips with my finger, touching her slowly, carefully. She gasped, moaned softly, leaked fluid on my finger. Her pink lips were warm, swelling between her damp, matted fur. I played with my cock while I teased Pamela's cunt. A quick stroke or two thru the whole length of her slit. A gentle swirl or two around her openning to slick up my finger. A slow caress over her clit. Then I just cupped her cunt and rhythmically squeezed it.

Soon she was humping against my hand and I was pounding my cock. She started to whimper, small gasps escaping between pantings.

"Please fuck me. Touch my clit. Please...please...anything...."

I quickly swirled my finger between her lips, probing up her wet tunnel once. And I swatted her on the butt.

She cried out in surprize at the stinging. "Shut up!," I snarled. "I'll touch your hot, fucking clit when I'm damned good and ready!"

I stroked her round, quivering ass cheeks as my fingers wiggled into her cunt. A fingertip felt her special inner spot, caressed it, circled it. She cried out in surprize at the ograsmic surge that flashed out from her pussy. Her thighs quivered. She crushed her tits against the bedspread. She flowed hot sexy juice down my fingers, my hand and arm. She graoned into the pillows, her hands gripping the scarf straps. Her pussy muscles clenched on my finger as I continued to gently massage her g-spot.

"See, you nasty, hot slut, you can cum without me touching your little clitty."

Her head thrashed on the pillow, her moaning mixed with gasping for air and begging for me not to stop, to feel her, to fuck her. When I slid my finger out of her cunt, her pussy clamped on it in a desparate attempt to stop me. But her pussy juices were too thick, too slippery: I slowly pulled out. When Pamela started to protest I gave her a couple more swats on those great quivering buns to remind her who was boss here.

With a pleasing whimper and sob in her voice she apologized. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Oh, please, I'm sorry!...anything you want!...anything! please...!" she begged.
"Are you my slut bitch tonight?" I growled.
"YES! I'm your slut bitch! A hot, fucking bitch for you!"

I stood up, roughly pulled her toward me and thrust my cock into her wet cunt. I fucked her from behind, my hips banging furiously against her buns, my thick cock fucking into her leaking wet cunt, my hands gripping her wide, fleshy hips. Our sweaty bodies slapped against each other, her pussy squeezed my cock trying to keep me in, her moaning and begging driving me to pump faster, harder. I felt my cum rising...I pulled out. ...God, that was hard to do!!

She cried out in desperate frustration, her bound hands gripping the pillow, her ass thrashing, trying to get me back into her flowing cunt.

I pushed her down on the bed, flipped her over and fucked into her hard. I held her legs up and out, pumping her, alternating hard and fast with slow and firm. Her big tits flopped up and down with my strokes. She tried to encircle me with her sturdy legs but I held them open. Just a brief few minutes of fucking and I pulled out.

Again she wailed with frustration, moaned with lust, cried with need. I sat on the chair near her dressing table, fired up a cigarette, and watched Pamela writhe on the bed. She squeezed her shapely thighs together and pumped her hips trying to keep pressure on her clit, seeking that last touch that would push her over the orgasmic edge. I enjoyed the site of her full-figured body glowing in the candlelight: the sheen of sweat on her tits, her round belly, her powerful thighs a golden patina of lust.
...>>more to come<< ...

WHEN SHE HAD to pee I made her jill-off before I let her go. She looked so flustered, frustrated, sitting on the pottie with her splendid legs spread, her fingers strumming her clit furiously, pumping in her wet hole still dripping with her juices and my cum. She leaned forward to get her fingers at the right angle to slide up into her swollen-lipped, purple cunt. Her heavy breasts jiggled in time to her pumping hand, the flickering candlelight highlighting the shiny strings of drying cum on them. She gasped, threw her head back, her loose dark hair tossing. She bit her lower lip, eyes closed in concentration on her fingering, panting with the need to cum, grimacing with the effort not to pee. I idly stroked my tingling cock, still spent from the hard fucking I'd given her. She suddenly jerked, stiffened, her hand frozen on her clit. She cried out, pinching her hard, swollen clitty. Her cunt juices flowed, my cum dripped out over her hand, her hot yellow pee squirted into the toilet.

IN THE EARLY HOURS of the morning she tried to fix us a snack... (I made her stay naked) but I kept fingering her pussy... she sucked me off while I ate... we watched sex videos and stroked each other slowly... we used her vibrators and dildoes on each other... as the dim light of dawn showed thru the trees we fell into bed and gently made love one last time before an exhausted sleep.