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Story about Victoria
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Victoria's Secrets
Part I
Victoria was driving along I-90 in her hot white sports car,
when she began resting her right hand on the gear shift.
Accidentally, her hand slid down onto the gear shift, and she found
herself circling it with her small, dainty fingers. After a few
minutes, she realized the similarity between the gear shift and
other upright items she was familiar with... and thought
immediately of her lover, Lance.
After several more minutes, she realized that her box was
moistening ever so slightly, and the more she thought about her
wetness and the strong, upright item in her right hand, the more
her juices flowed!
She left I-90 at the Fuller Road Exit, ducked under the
overpass, and took the left on Washington Avenue, and re-entered
I-90, going back home. It was only during the turns that she
reluctantly released her grip on the gear shift. When she was
finally heading back home, her grip alternately was tracing the
leather seams, pressing the finger grips, and slowly raising her
skirt, feeling her stockings where they ended at her garter belt.
By the time she had crossed the Patroon Island Bridge, the seat of
her car was moistened by her juices, and she was breathing heavily.
She pulled into her garage, and immediately began unbuttoning
her silk blouse, revealing her satin Teddy, and releasing her now
hardened nipples to the cool air. She entered her house, and
stopped only long enough to kick off her shoes and slip out of her
skirt.
As she walked down the hall, she could see Lance sitting on
the couch, reading the paper, one hand idly rubbing his member.
He looked up to see Victoria standing at the edge of the
couch, now only in her satin tap pants and silk lace bra. She was
removing her silk stockings and garter belt and his cock
immediately grew, pushing up against his slacks.
He watched in fascination as Victoria drew her light blue
Teddie over her head, revealing her lovely pink nipples. He stood
and without a word, lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out
of them.
Victoria now quickly stepped out of her champagne colored tap
pants, never taking her eyes away from his hardened, erect cock.
Lance reached for her and lifted her off her feet, lied her
gently on the couch, opened her thighs and lowered himself to his
knees. He feasted on the sight of her dripping, swollen pussy and
listened to her low moans of anticipated pleasure.
He lowered his face to her pussy, enjoying the scent and
warmth of her box, taking tentative licks of the juices now oozing
slowly down from her cunt. She spread herself wider, resting her
legs on his shoulders as he began moving his tongue slowly across
her clit, feeling that pearl swell and harden, ready for him to
bring her to passionate release.
He placed his hands under her firm ass, lifting her ever so
gently to his tongue. The rise and fall of her breathing, her
moans, the now quickening motion of his tongue, brought her quickly
to her first orgasm.
The ooze from her cunt increased and he placed his tongue
deeply into her box, lapping the sweet taste and swallowing her
juices.
She relaxed from that orgasm, and he moved his tongue back
up to her clit, now rising to meet his tongue. A short period
later, she had her second orgasm, bigger and stronger than the
first, arching her back off the couch, holding her breath as the
full force of passion engulfed her entire being.
The juices now were flowing forcefully from her cunt, and
Lance lapped and tasted until his cock was the hardest it had ever
been.
But he went back to her clit and brought her quickly again
to orgasm. This time she cried out in passion, and her thighs
trembled, as waves of coming completely overtook her body. He again
placed his tongue deep in her box, making the orgasm continue. His
tongue returned to her clit again, and she immediately came for the
fourth time.
He then placed his fingers in her box, feeling the
contractions of those strong muscles as they clamped on them.
He stood up, lifting her under her arms and lowered her onto
his one-eyed god of love, now purple and distended, veins bulging
with eagerness for her tight, hot, wet box.
He moved her whole body up and down his shaft, her legs
gripping him around his thighs, as she moaned loudly with pleasure.
As his orgasm started coming, she felt the size of his cock
growing larger, filling her completely and she felt the release of
her fifth come while his pulsating spear of love spewed hot semen
up into her.
He lowered them both back down to the couch, never missing
a beat, pumping as her hot tightness squeezed every last drop of
come from him.
When he had again grown soft and she had become quiet, he
withdrew, and again knelt to taste their juices mixing together as
they flowed from her cunt. His tongue again found her pearl of love
and she responded once again with a more quiet, but subdued orgasm.
They rested a few more minutes, holding each other, as the
after- glow of their passion came to an end.
Then Victoria rose from the couch, and while retracing her
steps, put on her tap pants, her stockings and garter belt, her
skirt and her shoes, and got into her hot white sports car,
buttoning her silk blouse.
She drove onto I-90 again, occasionally, lovingly touching
the gear shift, and went to Crossgates Mall, where, while walking
with an easy strut, she thought about the past hour and what a
delicious secret she was enjoying. Victoria's Secrets
Part II
I woke up, and initially felt somehow warmed, like I had been
dreaming something very nice, and good. As I turned on my side, my
satin night shift rubbed against my nipples and I realized that
they were already erect. MMmm, I must have been dreaming something
sexy!
I got slowly out of bed, feeling the coolness of the room on
my hot skin. I changed slowly, fantasizing just what my dream could
have been.
Could it have been about Bob or Art? Both of my lovers could
make me moist. I certainly have enjoyed their cocks immensely (or
was it their immense cocks?). Both knew that I had another lover,
but they didn't know who.
After dressing and having a cup of tea, the doorbell rang and
it was Bob.
He apologized for stopping by without calling first, but I
felt so sexy and wet, I was just glad that he was here. We kissed
and his hand found my still erect nipples. He immediately pulled
up my blouse and gazed lovingly at them before beginning to suck
on them. I moaned with pleasure at his eagerness and reached for
his cock. It was already hard. He slipped his hand down into my
pants and made murmuring noises when he felt how wet I was.
We started up the stairs to the bedroom, eager for each
other's bodies just as the doorbell rang again.
Bob continued up the stairs, disrobing while I went to the
door. Of course, it was Art! Shivers went up and down my spine! My
dream flashed before my eyes! Now I knew why I had awakened so hot!
My dream had been being made love to by both my lovers!
What an opportunity! But I didn't know how either of them
would react to such a desire. They knew me as someone who was
enthusiastic and loving, but I'd never said a word about this
fantasy of having a menage a trois.
As I closed the door behind Art, he was already reaching for
my breasts. He kissed me while his other hand went into my pants
and he, too, found that I was very wet. "Mmm, I guess I got here
just in time!"
I smiled and told him that I had company. His eyes quickly
scanned the living room, and finding no one, and he looked at me
and asked, "Upstairs?" Not knowing what to say, I nodded. Then he
surprised me and asked "Could I watch?"
My box reacted before my brain. My whole being trembled with
desire. I mumbled, "I don't know" as Bob came back down the stairs
wearing just his slacks.
My two lovers stood quietly, looking at each other. The
silence was finally broken when Art repeated his question to Bob.
Bob looked questioningly at me, and I said "I would love it, Bob."
Bob nodded okay and we all went upstairs.
Art undressed me as Bob watched from the bed. He had dropped
his slacks and was now nude, his cock at the ready. I moved over
to the bed and laid down next to Bob, conflicting emotions raging
through my body - anxiety, shyness, strong desire, and uncertainty
in not knowing how this would end.
Art undressed and his big cock stood upright, too. He sat on
the edge of the bed and as if sensing our shyness, began quietly
telling us that this had always been his desire - to see me being
made love to by another man, watching my face as I came, seeing my
orgasms from a different perspective, watching me pleasure another
man as I had pleased him.
I began relaxing and turned toward Bob, who responded
immediately by fingering my box and giving me a long, slow tongue
kiss.
My anxiety now diminished, I moved down to his cock, taking
it fully into my mouth, to both Bob's and Art's moans of pleasure.
Art began moving his hand over my skin, gently teasing me
with his light touch, and moved down my back to my bum, putting his
fingers into my box and feeling the wetness oozing from my pussy.
He took his fingers out and tasted them, and a look of rapture
crossed his face. While my mouth moved slowly up and down Bob's
shaft, Art's big fingers played with my bum, and Bob's fingers
teased my clit. I could feel my pearl hardening under their hands
as my whole pelvis moved in response.
I came quickly and could feel Bob's cock harden even more in
my mouth.
Bob pulled me up to him and gently eased my wet pussy down
onto his rod while I was still coming. My orgasm intensified as Art
inserted a finger gently into my bum.
Waves of orgasm enveloped me. It was as if I'd never stop
coming! I moved up and down the cock until Bob came. His orgasm was
stronger than I had ever felt from him. My pussy pulled all his
semen up into it. All of us moaned with the orgasm.
We began to relax, but my box was throbbing still. My fantasy
had yet to be completed.
While Bob's cock softened within me, I looked toward Art's
still erect member. I moved off of Bob and began licking the ooze
from Art's cock. Bob rolled me over onto my back and began lapping
our juices as they flowed from my box.
Art kneeled over me, facing so that he could see my cunt
being eaten. The sight of these two men would have been enough to
make me come, but Bob was expertly flicking my clit and I came,
arching my back and exploding my juices into his eager mouth.
As I relaxed, Art placed his cock into my mouth. I eagerly
took it, sucking with pleasure, feeling the bulging veins, while
Bob went down on my pearl of desire.
I exploded again - quickly, intensely, holding tightly to
Art's cock in my mouth.
As I again relaxed, Art took his cock from my mouth and moved
to mount me. My hot pussy accepted his cock and I began moving in
response to his pumping.
Art murmured to me that this was the most exciting thing he'd
ever done, that watching Bob and I had given him more joy than he'd
ever had before and then he groaned loudly as our orgasms ravished
our entire bodies, and as Bob played with my nipples, Art filled
my box with his juices.
We all relaxed from this intense lovemaking, each of us
touching the other.
Bob's fingers were lightly playing with my box and clit and
I was close to coming again, when he said to Art, "I don't think
she's done yet, do you?" Art laughed and responded "No, not at
all!"
They moved me up to the head of the bed, taking positions
with their heads resting on my inner thighs and my men began gently
lapping at my pussy and clit and fingering my bum as they brought
me to orgasm again and again. So many fingers and tongues - I
couldn't tell who was doing what to me. I only knew that I had been
loved beautifully by my lovers!
And as I lay exhausted by their pleasures, my alarm clock
went off and I awoke to find myself very much alone, and I wondered
if any of it had been real. Victoria's Secrets
Part III
Frank nuzzled her neck, his warm body responding to her
closeness, his hands seeking her pert ass. Her mind was elsewhere,
and she was beginning to feel guilty that she wasn't enjoying this
as much as she'd hoped.
Frank had initially responded to her BBS biography two weeks
ago. His notes to her had been intelligent and showed a sensitivity
and warmth that had delighted her. She received at least one note
from him each day and found that she was looking forward to his
gentle teasing about what their first meeting would be like.
They had met in the Mall yesterday. Over coffee, they had
assessed each other, and despite her physical desire for him, had
made a date for dinner tonight. Her box had been moist with
anticipation for this moment ever since that first meeting.
Dinner had been very nice. Frank's wit and humor kept them
laughing straight through the after-dinner coffee. The sexual
tension was like an electrical current between them. Her wetness
reminded her continually of how much she wanted him, and she
envisioned that his cock was erect through most of the meal.
Now, here they were, face to face in her apartment, but she
was not responding as she had anticipated. As they moved to her
bedroom, she hoped that he would reawaken those hot feelings for
him.
He must have sensed her anxiety. He began undressing her very
slowly, savoring the sights of her silk underwear, kissing her
mouth, her shoulders, her thighs, all the while, gently caressing
her body, until she was almost panting with desire to feel his cock
inside her wet box.
"What do you want, Victoria?", he asked quietly. "You! I want
you!" she said breathlessly.
"In good time," he said, "all in good time. But for now, I
want you to enjoy yourself, to let go and enjoy those fantasies you
have. What would you like me to do to you?"
Without hesitation, she said, "Tease me."
His gentle touch became even lighter on her skin as he traced
small circles around her nipples and moved slowly down her belly
to her moistness. He followed his fingers with small, caressing
kisses. He gently kissed her between her thighs and slowly turned
her over, maintaining contact with her skin with his lips and
fingers. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to drift with the
delight.
She moaned with pleasure as he brushed her ass with his
expert touch and hot mouth. What was left of her anxiety vanished
completely as she realized that she was being made love to by an
expert and that she would always remember his hot touch.
His mouth was again by her shoulders and she turned over,
unable to quiet her moans of anticipation as he gently moved his
hand over and into her box.
He had brought her nearly to orgasm with his touch, when she
felt his hot breath and tongue on her clit. Within just a few
seconds, she came, arching her back, holding her breath as the
orgasm exploded inside her.
Her whole body trembled as the orgasm subsided, and he
brought her gently to another orgasm.
At its peak, he mounted her, inserting his cock deep into her
welcoming box. As he pumped his juices into her, she continued to
come. Her fingernails gripping his arms, pulling him further into
her, and she lost all control, letting their waves of come envelope
the two of them.
They slowly relaxed, kissing each other, caressing each other
as the peace that follows such intensity rolled over them.
But they didn't rest for long before he asked, "What is your
pleasure now, my sweet?" She thought for a moment, and her stirring
loins responded to her fantasy for him.
She got up and walked to her dresser, the butterfly tattoo
on her ass glistening with sweat. She found four silk scarves and
returned to the bed.
"On your back!", she demanded.
Frank rolled over, saw the scarves, and smiled. Victoria
gently took each arm, tied his wrists loosely in the scarves and
tied the scarves to the uprights of her four-poster bed. She
repeated the procedure with his ankles, and stood back to view
Frank, spread-eagle on her bed.
His eyes followed her lean body as she went into her walk-in
closet. When she came out, she was wearing five-inch spike heels,
black net stockings that ended at mid-thigh, and a red lace garter
belt. She stood at the side of the bed for a few seconds, and his
cock began responding to the sight of her. She reached under the
bed and found a four-foot feather. She took the feather and began
teasing his cock and balls with it. His smile widened as his cock
became fully erect and his balls ached with the need to release his
cum.
"Not yet, slave!" she murmured as her box moistened again to
the sight of him. "You have more to do!"
She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself with her
knees on either side of his massive shoulders. He looked at the
tousled hair of her pussy, and could see her lips oozing with their
juices. She moved her box up to his lips and said, "Eat me, Slave!
Make me come!"
His tongue touched her clit immediately and he moved it back
and forth as she responded with more of her juices. Her hips moved
in tiny circles over his face and she found herself coming almost
immediately.
He massaged her box with his mouth and tongue as her whole
body, racked with an overpowering orgasm, pumped up and down on his
face. Her face was contorted with pleasure as the waves rocked
through her.
She moved away from him, saw the glistening of her cum on his
face, and kissed him, placing her tongue deep within his mouth,
tasting what he had been tasting.
He began writhing against his restraints, feeling his cum
beginning, moaning with anticipation for her box.
"Please, Victoria. Please lower yourself onto me, let me come
in your box. Oh, please Victoria, my lovely mistress!" he begged.
She smiled, and moved herself to his cock. She looked at the
glistening head for just a second. He was so erect and so big that
she had to raise her hips high in order to reach his tip. Then she
lowered herself slowly down his shaft, feeling the velvety ripples
of his bulging veins as they massaged her insides.
His wrists were pulling the scarves tight as she rocked
slowly on his cock. She savored the feel of him inside her until
he could stand it no more, and exploded his cum deep within her.
Her orgasm matched his and she quickened her pumping as they
enjoyed the hot juices and their release.
Quietly, they relaxed. She reached up to his wrists and undid
the scarves, and then loosened his ankle restraints, and they fell
asleep in each others arms. Victoria's Secrets
Part IV
"Vicky, I'm assigning you a task today." Victoria looked up
from nuzzling Matt's shoulder, but he was intent on his shaving and
didn't even glance at her. "I want you to go and buy five silk
scarves." His tone and manner indicated that there was not to be
any questioning of this "task", she was just supposed to do it. She
left the bathroom, wondering what this was all about. She busied
herself with making them breakfast and while they ate, they
discussed various things, but he never mentioned the scarves again.
After he left for work, she changed into a silk blouse and linen
skirt and decided that she would go to the Mall for the scarves.
She had difficulty finding a store with a good selection of
scarves. When she finally found some, she began deciding on colors
and sizes. She didn't know why, but she knew that each would
probably have to be a good length, and began selecting only those
that were over three feet long. By the time she'd picked the third
scarf, she realized that her box was very moist. The feel of the
silk and chiffon on her hands had suddenly become very sensual. She
started reevaluating each of the scarves, letting the material
slowly slip through her fingers, enjoying the reaction of her body
to this new pleasure. By the time she had finished making her
selections, her knees were weak with the desire she felt in her
body. She realized that this was probably the most pleasurable
thing she'd ever done with her clothes on!! Confused by her
reaction to such a simple assignment, she became even more confused
when the cashier, upon seeing the five scarves, gave her a knowing
look. Embarrassed for some reason, Victoria was glad to leave the
store after the transaction was complete. Getting in to her car for
the drive home, she realized that her hands were shaking, and that
her legs were still weak. At home, she had difficulty removing the
price tags because of her shaking hands. Matt returned home around
5:30 PM, carrying a small gift- wrapped box. After dinner, he
kissed her and gave her the present. Inside, she found a peach
colored lace garter belt and a pair of peach colored stockings. She
kissed him and thanked him for the presents. Then he asked, "Would
you put those on under your new silk skirt and top?" When she
returned to the living room, dressed in her new clothes, he
indicated that she should sit in the love seat. He barely glanced
at her since he was busy watching the TV. Somewhat mystified at his
inattention, and very confused at this role she was apparently
playing, Vicky still found her box very moist with anticipation.
For what, she didn't know. But she did know that she was afraid
that her juices were going to ruin her new skirt, so she ended up
sitting on one side of her hips, drawing her feet up under her.
Apparently bored with the TV, Matt left the living room and went
into the bathroom. Victoria could hear the tub running. When he
returned, he was carrying one of the new scarves. "Would you let
me blindfold you with this?" he asked. Now her trembling body
reacted with fear. But she trusted Matt, she knew that he wouldn't
hurt her. But blindfolded!? Whatever for?? She nodded her assent,
and she found herself being blindfolded. He took her hand and led
her into the bathroom. There, he kissed her, placing his tongue
deep within her mouth. Slowly, while both of them enjoyed the touch
of the silk outfit on her skin, he began undressing her. When he
had removed her outer clothes, he began caressing her breasts,
making her nipples erect by gently touching them with his
fingertips. While he unhooked the stockings from the garter belt,
his mouth found her nipples and he began sucking them, making her
box respond even more powerfully. Soon she found herself standing
naked in front of him, unable to see, but the touch of him, the
slight smell of both of them, the sweet murmuring in her ear, the
taste of his skin, made her realize that those senses were
dramatically heightened. He helped her into the tub, and she felt
the warmth and smell of a bubble bath enveloping her body. He began
washing her, using the cloth to stimulate her nipples and clit. She
relaxed slightly, enjoying the feel of the rough washcloth and his
pampering of her. She reached over to him and began caressing him
in return. Her hand strayed to his cock, but he brushed her hand
away. "You're being disobedient, Vicky. You may not touch me until
I tell you. I will allow this mistake to pass, but further errors
and I will have to discipline you!" Although visibly shaking, she
secretly smiled at his demand and put her hands at her sides,
allowing him free rein of her body as he continued her bath. He
then helped her out of the tub and told her to put on the stockings
and garter belt, and steadied her while she did that. He then led
her into the bedroom and positioned her at the end of what seemed
to be a table. She was confused - there hadn't been a table there
before. He ordered her to bend down over the table. She was getting
comfortable, she could feel him tying one of her ankles to the
table leg with a scarf. Instantly, her body reacted - her ultimate
fantasy. She was being restrained! As he busied himself with
securing her ankles and wrists to the table, she wondered what was
in store for her. The reality of actually being unable to move and
protect herself screamed through her awareness. And odd mixture of
fear and desire raged through her, causing her body to tremble but
her box to throb with anticipated pleasure. She tried to move
against her restraints, testing their knots and found, indeed, that
she was at his mercy. "My God", she thought, "here I am, bare-ass
and vulnerable, unable to do anything to protect myself!" That
realization caused her to moan, and Matt commanded her to be quiet.
Her box suddenly felt a warm, moist object and her ears responded
to the whirl of a vibrator. Matt moved the vibrator over and in her
box, but withdrew it before she came. He spread her ass wide with
his hands, and she felt his hot tongue flitting in and out of her.
Within seconds, she began coming. His tongue stayed with her until
her fourth orgasm, and at its peak, he entered her with his cock.
He rode her, pumping his fluids into her as she continued coming.
When he had finished, she again felt his tongue exploring her as
their juices ran down her legs. She lost count of her orgasms - one
seemed to be more pleasurable than the last, and there was hardly
any discernible time between each of them. He again mounted her and
quickly brought them both to fulfillment. Exhausted, he leaned over
her and began undoing her wrists from their scarves. He kissed her
tenderly all over her body as he finished releasing the ankle
scarves, then led her into the bed and gently removed the
blindfold. Holding her and caressing her, telling her how much he
loved her, thanking her for trusting him in his fantasy of
domination, they finally collapsed in sleep, gently cradling each
other during the night.
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