Tuesday, 13 December 2011

A story we didnt get around to sharing

Ella stood fully clothed in the central lounge, she looked just as she felt, incredibly sexy. She knew she was wet in anticipation before they arrived. Her mind drifted back to the evening so far and forward to what was about to happen.
 
She had prepared carefully, new lingerie, her favourite shoes and a tight dress that showed off her slender figure. She enjoyed preparing herself, the wax from the day before left her mound soft and smooth, she took her time shaving her legs as she lounged in a warm bath. As she left the bath and started to dry herself she admired her body in the full-length mirror, touching herself and enjoying the feel of her fingers on her warm skin.
 
She slowly dressed, starting with the new lingerie he had bought for her for the occasion. A small G-string, black lace and sheer enough to make the slit between her legs obvious. A black lace bra the barely covered her nipples and gave her breasts a little oomph. A black lace suspender belt and lace top stockings. She liked the way she looked and knew they would too. She slid into the shoes she knew he liked her in, the ones he liked to fuck her in, the high heels that he said made her butt look so good. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought, “Damn, all I need now is a riding crop”.
 
She took the dress off the hanger and slid into it, silver and shiny, contrasting against the black lingerie and shoes. The dress was short but not too short, the lace tops of the stockings just appeared at the hem but only just. She turned and looked over her shoulder, yes the dress looked great and she smiled as she bent over a little to see how it looked riding up over the tops of her stockings. She wanted to touch herself there and then but hesitated, “I should wait, there is better in store for me tonight”.
 
They drove to the hotel in silence, he was as nervous as she. They had discussed Ella’s fantasy more than once, often while making love. But yet the feeling of actually going through with it was surreal and a perhaps even a little terrifying. What if something went wrong, what if they were aggressive or rude, what if worse awaited her. She bit her lip as she thought through what she was going to embark upon. This was new territory for her, something she had imagined many times but never really expected to experience.
 
They pulled up to the hotel entrance and he handed the keys to the valet, he had chosen well, no expense spared. She carried her small handbag and he a small briefcase. They had packed lightly, makeup, toiletries and nothing else. Little else was needed. They walked through the lobby and straight to the lift, he was prepared too, checked in earlier in the day, no delays, no questions, focus totally on the events that were about to unfold. They traveled up in the lift in silence, purposeful but tense. They reached the top floor and crossed the corridor to the door of the suite. He had chosen well, a 2-bedroom suite, large lounge, bathrooms, kitchen. Tastefully decorated and chic. A large coffee table was centered in the lounge.
 
He handed her a glass of wine, poured from the bottle he had opened earlier. She sipped it and enjoyed the heady aroma of the wine, he had let it breathe and she told herself “I need to remember to breathe too”. She looked around quizzically and before she could ask he said softly, “They will be here shortly Ella, I thought you would like to relax a little first”. He kissed her cheek and gave her a reassuring hug. “Its your birthday sweetheart, this is for you. Relax and enjoy yourself”. “Are you sure its ok?” she asked quietly. “I feel like I’m betraying you”. He looked directly at her and repeated the words, “Its your birthday sweetheart, this is for you”. “Thank you, this means so much” she replied.
 
He started, “As you know I’ve arranged a special evening for you, we will shortly be joined by 6 men, you know none of them, I know none of them and they don’t know each other”. They had discussed this in detail, it was so important that they were strangers and that no one ever spoke of this night. “Each of them has been given some guidelines, rules if you like that we expect them to follow, they will treat you with the utmost respect or they will be asked to leave. Are you ready for this?”. “Yes” she replied trembling slightly.
 
“Ok, then we will begin”. He opened the brief case and took out the black silk scarf and proceeded to blindfold her. “You can take this off if you need to darling but I want you to focus on your other senses tonight”. With that he reached over to his cellphone and pushed send on the text he had typed earlier. It was the cue for the first visitor to arrive.
 
Ella stood in the center of the room, anxious at what was about to happen but excited nevertheless. She had thought of this for many years and finally it was happening, he had arranged it for her, she knew then how much she was truly loved. A soft knock was heard from the door and he opened it and let the guest enter. “Ella, our first guest has arrived, you will know him as Jonathan. Say Hello”. “Hello Jonathan” Ella stammered. He motioned the man to approach her, encouraging him to kiss her softly on the cheek. Ella brushed her hand against his arm and felt the soft cloth of his expensive suit. He smelt good and she liked his soft yet masculine voice. So far so good.
 
Over a period of 15 minutes the other men arrived, each greeting Ella with a soft kiss. They did not speak to each other, they were there for her and they were clear on the roles they were to play.  Ella relaxed a little, although the prospect of 6 men there for her was daunting she was excited. And then he said it, “Im going to leave you now, I wont be far away but this is for you, not me. They know what to do”. She shuddered and bit her lip again, she hadn’t expected this. “Are you sure?” she said. “Yes completely, I will have my fun with you later”. With that he turned and left. She was reassured to hear the door of the bedroom close behind him, he wasn’t far away.
 
“Let us begin” said the man who had arrived first. “We’ve been given our roles, we will carry them out and then leave. You wont hear from us again. He is close by, you are very safe”. With that he whispered into her ear, “We are now going to take turns at undressing you, one by one”. “Ok, I would like that” she said shakily.
 
The first man brushed Ella’s cheek and swiftly moved around behind her. She felt his fingers caress her upper back and work their way down to the zip on the back of the dress. He was confident, it was clear he had done this many times. He eased open the zip and slid the dress off her shoulders. The dress dropped to the ground and she stepped out of it, more by instinct than anything else. The blindfold was tied tight and she couldn’t see a thing.
 
The man returned to his place, she sensed they were in a circle around her, she was right. The next man stepped forward and told her to sit back on the coffee table. He guided her to the table and she sat at the end of it. He knelt down and gently removed each shoe in turn, caressing her calves as he did so. She knew what he had meant about the senses, the touch, the sounds, the smells of the men. Denying her one of her senses simply heightened the others.
 
The next man stepped forward and asked her to stretch out her legs. He slowly removed her stockings, the right one first then the left. Carefully rolling them down her legs and caressing her thighs as he did so. She felt a gentle kiss on her inner thigh. She shivered but felt herself smile involuntarily. The ritual undressing continued, the next man removing her suspender belt and kissing her hip as he did so. This was followed by the removal of her bra accompanied by a gentle licking of her left nipple and a playful blow of air on it. The last man slowly removed her G-string, pausing to kiss her just above her lips. Each man paused as he finished to whisper “Ella, you are beautiful”.
 
She tried to visualize the men, she wanted to rip the blindfold off and see for herself but resisted. There were little clues in their voices and the brief touches they gave her. They were a variety of heights and ages. She was curious to see but far more curious to see what was to come next.
 
She stood before them naked and vulnerable, beautiful and powerful at the same time. She felt their eyes upon her, examining her, admiring her, wanting her. Her ears pricked at the sound of music playing in the room next door. He knew what was happening and had selected music for the occasion. To remind her that she was so dearly loved and to help her relax. Ella was relaxed, and she was smiling to herself, apprehensive but eager to see what was next.
 
She felt a pair of arms pick her up, this man at least was as tall as her and strong, she felt good in his arms, safe and secure. He gently laid her back on the coffee table, gently letting her head down on the table last. The table was solid timber, perhaps walnut, slightly cold to the touch but substantial. The table supported her weight and would easily have supported another; it was long enough so that just her calves and feet fell over the end onto the floor. The first man stepped back and was replaced by another, Jonathan, the first guest to arrive.
 
He whispered gently in Ella’s ear. “We are now going to begin the next part of the evening. We are going to tie your feet to the legs of the table, securely but not too hard I promise. If you feel unsafe or worried at all we will untie you but we want you to relax and give into us for now. Do you trust us?” “Yes I do, this is hard for me but I trust you” she said.
 
One ankle at a time Jonathan proceeded to tie her ankles to the table legs. He used lengths of fabric, not silk, not as soft and smooth but thicker and luxurious. He ran one of the cloth pieces over her thigh; she shivered at the feel of it, loving the texture. She smiled and thought, he has planned this well.
 
Ella was acutely aware that she was now naked and spread in front of 6 men who were complete strangers. She reached down to cover herself but was met with resistance, Jonathon gently grasping her wrist and whispering, “there is no need, you are perfect, please don’t hide yourself”. Ella let her hand fall and lay there knowing what they were thinking. She liked the thought of the power she had, tied, spread and vulnerable but knowing she held all the power. Knowing every penis in the room was erect, knowing they all wanted her.
 
Jonathan stepped back and made way for the next man. “Ella, I’m going to tie your hands together and to the third leg of the table. Do you trust me to do that? You can ask us to untie you at any time but we want you to submit to us. Are you ok with that?” “Yes, I am” she said, more confidently now. She was aware of her erect nipples, the moisture welling inside her, the involuntary arch in her back. She wanted to be touched and satisfied now but knew she had to wait, that would come. As he tied her hand back she felt the brush of his skin, he was naked also. They had undressed as they were undressing her. She felt the hairs on his arm against her face as he finished tying the knots. He had a clean, masculine smell, she loved it.
 
“And now Ella, the fun begins”, those were the last words she would remember for some time. Two of the men stepped forward and knelt either side of her. She felt a pair of lips brush across her left nipple. They were cold and moist. The second man did the same, his lips were warm, almost hot. One clearly had ice in his mouth, the other hot liquid, possibly coffee. They took turns alternating from nipple to nipple, hot then cold, cold then hot. Ella squirmed, this felt good, too good in some ways. The men placed a hand on either thigh and held her against the table. “Trust us Ella, relax and go with this”.
 
Ella’s body was alive and tingling, this was driving her to complete distraction. She wanted to be free, to have one of those penises inside her, to feel full. She knew that wasn’t happening soon. She knew how he operated, that she would have to wait for that. She knew the journey would be worth it but it would take time, she knew there would be surprises along the way.
 
The two men withdrew and a third approached. What would come next, what did this man have in store for her? She felt the table settle with the weight of another body, he was on the table with her, his thighs straddling her waist. She couldn’t see but she knew his erect penis was inches from her lips. She lifted her head and extended her tongue, trying to taste it but was thwarted as he gently but firmly pushed her head back onto the table. “Not yet Ella. Later perhaps” she felt the tip of his penis against her skin, he was lightly dragging the tip over her stomach and across her chest. It was hard and glistening with pre come. Ella groaned, she wanted that inside her. He kissed her neck gently and left the table.
 
There she laid, still vulnerable to them all. Wanting them as much as they wanted her, enjoying the power, enjoying their admiration, knowing she had there complete attention. She could feel a trail of moisture seeping from between her lips, and moved down the table a little to spread wider, dragging her ankles off the floor and up the table legs as far as the ties would allow. Completely open to them, knowing that they were staring openly at her. She heard the tell tale sound of hand on skin and knew at least 2 of the men were masturbating, enjoying the sight and sounds of her, the aroma of her arousal.
 
The last of the men came forward and knelt at the foot of the table between her bound ankles. “Yes” she thought, “my clit is aching”. He reached forward and gently kissed her soft lips, pausing to run his tongue between them, slowly up and down but refusing to go all the way to her clit, teasing her, making her wetter still. He gently kissed her thighs and stood up, backing away to the circle made by the others.
 
By now Ella was wetter than she could remember being, ever. The sensory experience was wonderful, every touch, every sound, every smell made her feel alive. Yet there was one sense she hadn’t experienced, the sense of taste. She wanted to taste them, one by one. She licked her lips in anticipation.
 
And she wasn’t denied. Jonathan once again took the lead and stood behind her on the floor. Feet either side of her he reached forward placing one hand on the table and then the other either side of her hips. He slowly eased his hips down over her face, easing his penis closer and closer to her lips. Brushing the tip against her lips Ella knew instinctively what it was. Her tongue slid out and over the head of his hard, glistening, circumcised penis. The texture was like velvet, she tried to take him into her eager mouth, he resisted, pulling away the closer she got. She loved the taste of him, wanting more as he pulled away.
 
Gradually each of the men gave themselves to her, positioning himself over her hungry tongue, just enough to delight her yet not enough to satisfy. Different positions, different angles, some cut some not. Ella pleaded for more but wasn’t aware of the rules that had been set out, this was about a taste only, just enough to make her want more. The different taste of each man, the shaved and unshaved, the different smells and textures. Head, shaft, testicles and fingers to suck on.
 
By now her body was aching for more. She pushed her hips further forward still, spreading her legs to show exactly where she wanted attention. “When are they going to get to my cunt, cant they see how bad I want it” she thought. She thought back to him in the next room, just for a fleeting moment, rather than feel guilty she was more turned on than ever. This man wanted her to experience this, to let go and be free with her sexuality, to fly uninhibited.
 
At that moment a voice whispered in her ear “You know have a choice to make Ella, he gave us options, the only rule being your permission. Do you want to know what’s next?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she pleaded hoping that at least one option involved someone’s head, fingers or penis between her legs and soon. “We are going to take turns in giving your pussy some attention and giving you some more of what you just enjoyed. You happy with that?” Ella grinned and simply said “I want that now!”
 
He had planned this well, she didn’t know where the next pair of hands, tongue or penis was coming from or who it belonged to. For what seemed like forever she was licked and fingered and presented with one penis after another while hands touched her body, caressed her legs and her breasts, groped her butt, sucked on her fingers.
She writhed in ecstasy, experiencing feelings she had never felt before. The nuances of taste and touch from man to man, the way one licked her compared to another, the one who knew just how she liked to be fingered.
 
Slowly as the men themselves got closer and closer to coming they stepped back leaving Jonathan to bury his tongue into her gaping pussy. He held her hips firmly to keep her still and drove his tongue as far into her as he could. Finishing by kissing her and having her smell and taste her own juices. She had fingered herself and tasted it once or twice but this was different, the mix of sweat, saliva from the men and her own juices was intoxicating.
 
Ella knew there was one thing she had told him she wanted more than anything else. Would they do that for her, would they surround her and come over her, would they do that with all those other men present, would they be so turned on that they didn’t care? Did she really have that much power over these strangers?
 
Jonathan leaned over to whisper again, by now she knew his smell and knew when he was close. “Do you want it Ella? Do you want the special thing you have never had, the thing you like to watch?” “Yes, I want it!” Ella screamed back at him. “I want it and I want one at a time, I want if on my breasts, in my face, down my throat, in my hair!”
 
So one by one they took turns, looking down at her, tied to the table, spread wide and begging them each to come. They came, one by one until they were all done. Ella loved the hot semen splashing onto her, she knew it was everywhere and she smelled of sex. The one place they didn’t come was on her pussy, that was the place he liked to come. The last rule was just that at the thought and wondered if her would do that for her when they returned home at the end of the evening.
She listened as the men dressed, not bothering to shower and begin to leave. They left smelling of her, the scent of a powerful woman. They each said their goodbyes and left in almost the same order in which they had arrived 2 hours earlier.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Cleaning up some old pictures

Thought you might all enjoy this. It might take a little while but click on the picture and watch closely

Regards

Mark

Monday, 5 December 2011

A parting gift from Ella, Danielle and I

Well everyone its been a fun ride and we've had a ball. Ella and I need to go our separate ways now and move on with our lives. We have a bond that will endure and maybe, just maybe will share some more adventures in the future.

Ella and I talked and we agreed to put up one last video. This is Ella on her recent trip from a hotel in Italy, enjoying a little luxury. The footage is Ella's, taken while alone in the hotel. The editing is mine and the music is Danielle's and holds special significance for her.

We all hope you enjoy. Visit the blog if you are reading this in an email :)

Bye for now

Ella, Mark and Danielle

video

All good things come to an end

All,

just a quick note to let you know that we are closing down this blog. Basically for Ella and I it has run its course and the itch we wanted to scratch has been well and truly scratched.

I may well start up another blog at some stage but for now its bye from us.

Thanks for the support and take care

Mark and Ella