Three's Not A Crowd...Part 1

I smooth my skirt with shaking fingers before I ring the Chandlers’ doorbell. I’m a few minutes early because I know how big they are on punctuality. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. At 15, they were intimidating but that was 5 years ago. I’m in college. I’m an adult. I’m not their teenaged babysitter anymore.

The door opens and Mrs. Chandler stands before me looking perfect as usual in dress slacks and a chiffon blouse. She’s the quintessential white woman – blonde hair, blue eyes. Even now, in her 40’s she’s still a hottie. I can bet she still goes to the gym everyday like she did back then.

“Shannon! So good you could make it Sweetheart”

She pulls me in for a hug and kisses both my cheeks.

“Thanks for inviting me”

I have to admit, I was surprised when she invited me over for dinner. After they sent Jackson off to some private boarding school, I didn’t have much contact with them. Even less since I started college. A few passing hi’s and bye’s whenever I came home for the holidays but that’s it. I’ve always avoided them anyways since I’ve had a crush on Mr. Chandler since I was like, 10. It was hard because my parents made an effort to socialize with them since they were the only other family of color in our neighborhood. My Dad and Mr. Chandler share that black-man-married-to-a-white-woman thing. Mr. Chandler is all kinds of mixed though – black, white, Native American…I think his Grandma was French. He has the most beautiful eyes you will ever see. Sometimes they look blue, other times green. He works out just as much as his wife and the last time I saw him, he looked like a Calvin Klein underwear model.

“Come on in. Jarvis is upstairs finishing up a business call”

She leads me into their gorgeous dining room and I thank my lucky stars that I at least dressed up a little bit. Everything looks so formal.

“I hope you’re hungry”

“Starving. I remember what a good cook you are”

“Oh, thank you Dear. That’s very kind”

Her phone buzzes and she looks down at it, furrowing her brows.

“That’s Jarvis. Seems his call is taking longer than he hoped. He says to start without him”

“Ok”

She sits next to me at the table and we exchange small talk while I eat the most decadent shrimp and lobster dish I’ve ever had.

“How’s school?”

“It’s great. I love my classes and I’ve made a lot of good friends”

“Good, good. And boys?”

I blush as she smiles at me knowingly.

“A few. Nothing serious”

“Don’t be modest. Beautiful girl like you?”

“Thank you…but I’m not looking for serious”

“Well, you have a point. You are young. Although I married Jarvis when I was 22”

Any woman would have married Jarvis. I would have done it at 10.

“What about girls?”

I choke on my lobster. She pats my back as I cough and reach for my water.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s college Shannon. Other than learning that’s what it’s for – experimenting”

Jesus. Are we really having this conversation?

“Ummm”

“Don’t be shy”

“Well…”

“It’s ok. I…dabbled a bit in law school”

If someone stabbed me in the hand right now I wouldn’t feel it. Mrs. Perfect pitched for the other team?!

“As a matter of fact…”

She turns to me with a seductive smile and places her hand on my knee. My heart leaps into my mouth.

“I still do”

I swallow hard, trying to get my heart back into its rightful place. Is Margaret Chandler hitting on me?!

“You do?”

“Hmmhmm”

Her hand slides slowly up under my skirt. I gasp, squeezing my thighs together. She tucks my hair behind my ear and trails her finger down my neck. Shit. My muscles clench.

“Mr. Chandler doesn’t mind?”

“Of course not. In fact…he likes to watch”

Fuck! Who knew the upstanding Chandlers were so kinky?

“Don’t be scared little girl”

I didn’t realize I’d opened my legs until her hand slid further up. She slides her finger along the edge of my panties and then cups my pussy. I bite my lip, close my eyes, and let my head fall back. She caresses me through the soaked material. How did I get this wet so quickly?

“Come with me” she whispers in my ear.

She pulls me up and leads me to the living room couch. She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss at the same time her fingers slip into my panties. Her tongue strokes mine as her fingers slide into my wetness. I moan, grabbing her hip as I grind against her fingers.

“I want to taste you”

She slides off the couch and kneels between my legs. My chest heaves at the sight of her down there…and what she’s about to do. She pulls off my panties and skirt in one motion and spreads my thighs, exposing my pussy to her.

“Pretty little pussy”

She leans in and trails her tongue along my lips. I bury my fingers in her hair, stifling a moan.

“You like that?”

“Yes” I whisper.

She parts my lips with her fingers and swipes her tongue on my clit.

“Jesus”

You might not think calling His name is appropriate right now but I do. I think I’m in Heaven. She slides her tongue over and between my lips, circling my clit. I press her face into my pussy, rolling my hips.

“So sweet”

She slips her finger inside me and smiles.

“And tight”

She slides another finger inside, massaging my top wall as she sucks on my clit. I grab the top of the couch trying my best not to scream. Between her tongue and her fingers, I’m about to lose it.

“Fuck! Right there…”

I thrash my head from side to side, my body barely holding on. And then she sucks harder, fucks me harder with her fingers.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come”

“Give it to me”

Her thumb replaces her tongue and her hands push me over the edge.

“Fuck!”

My muscles clench around her fingers and my body vibrates in ecstasy. She pulls her fingers out of me and licks my juices from them slowly. I stare down at her, trying to calm my breathing and still not believing what we just did.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?”

~~~~Alana~~~~

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First Time

I glance up at the huge man standing over me. He smiles encouragingly and I avert my gaze. I tap my foot nervously, waiting for him to begin. Sweat trickles down the back of my neck and I lick my suddenly dry lips.

“Ready?”

My head snaps up and I hold his stare. I know he can see the fear in my eyes.

“I guess”

I watch him prepare his…instrument and flinch at the slap of latex against skin. This is it. I’m really doing this.

“Virgin, huh?”

“Yeah”

“Just relax”

Yeah…says the stranger I’m about to let change me, my body forever. He shifts my legs and positions himself between them.  My hands begin to shake and I can hardly breathe. My heart hammers in my ears, drowning out all other sound. He grabs my thigh and then comes the piercing pain. I cry out at the initial shock and he stills.

“You ok?”

I nod and motion for him to continue. I close my eyes because I can’t watch. He moves slowly, trying his best to acclimate me to the feeling. And then, it starts to feel better. My heart is still pounding and my breathing irregular but the pain is bearable. He moves faster now, with sure and steady strokes, occasionally sliding his fingers over my skin. Feigning bravery, I take a peek. His brows are furrowed in concentration and a single drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. He moves in and out, side to side, up and down, working my malleable flesh. Time drags on and it seems to go on for hours. I bite my lip, holding in the sounds trying to escape me. From the look on his face, I’d say he’s almost done. I close my eyes tightly, waiting for him to finish. It goes quiet. I look down and cringe at the sight of my own blood on the latex. He removes it and tosses it into the trash.

“How was that?”

“Not as bad as I thought it would be”

“Is it everything you wanted?”

“Exactly the way I wanted it”

I trace the design on my thigh and smile at Ed.

“See? Your first tattoo wasn’t so bad”

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~~~~Alana~~~~

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Daddy's Girl

“How do you feel Little One?”

I startle at his voice. He moved so stealthily that I didn’t hear him enter. I’m on my stomach, facing away from the door so I couldn’t have seen him either. I smell him though. And I just want to eat him up.

“Good, Daddy”

“Not too tight?”

“No, Daddy”

He sticks his fingers beneath the rope around my ankles before trying the length around my wrists. Satisfied, he tugs on the part connecting my wrists to my ankles. When he’d come in earlier and told me to put my hands behind my back, I wasn’t expecting this. Now I’m lying here bound with my ass in the air and I can’t wait for what’s coming next. He lightly trails his fingers on the bottom of my feet and I want to moan and laugh at the same time. As a matter of fact, the sound that comes out of me sounds like a cross between the two. I wiggle my toes, squirming beneath his touch.

“If at any time this becomes too much for you, what do you say?”

“Red”

“Good girl, Jana”

He moves around me, sliding the tips of his fingers across my skin gently. Shivers rack my body. Everything about this man turns me on. He can reduce me to a hot, quivering mess with just a word so just imagine what his touch is doing right now.

“Your body is my favorite toy. I wish I could play with you all day”

See what I mean? Jesus! He grabs my ponytail and yanks my head back so that I’m looking up at him. His chocolate skin is glistening in the candle light, calling to my fingers. I wriggle them, even more conscious of my bonds. I need to touch him. I need to run my fingers, my tongue along his hard, ripped abs. He leans down and I see the fire raging in his brown eyes. And it just makes me hotter because it’s me that’s doing this to him. It’s my body that’s driving him crazy.

“Would you like that Little?”

“Yes, Daddy…so much”

His lips quirk up in a smug smile.

“I know”

He releases me and makes his way to the chest in the corner of the room. He opens it and stares inside pensively.

“What will it be tonight? Pleasure…or pain?”

“Pain, Daddy. I want the pain…please”

I don’t hesitate because it’s what I want. More importantly, it’s what he wants. He knows my limits and how far he can take me, how much I can handle. I never have to worry about him going too far. He removes my favorite riding crop from the chest and stalks towards me.

“Pain it is”

He stands before me, his crotch right in my face. His hardness tents his sweatpants. He’s such a tease. He knows how much I love sucking him off. Here he is dangling it in my face like candy to a kid. And I can’t do anything about it. I pull at my bonds but they don’t give. Not that I thought they would. He is a master with rope.

He slides the end of the crop along my spine and I moan.

“I know what you want…but not tonight”

He pulls a length of black silk from his pocket and secures it around my eyes. I groan in disappointment because looking at him is half the pleasure. Whether it’s a caress or a spanking, I love to see the emotions on his face, his muscles rippling as he moves. He taps my ass lightly with the crop and I realize that he’s no longer standing before me.

“Are you taking good care of my pussy Little?”

“Yes, Daddy”

Tap, tap, tap. Just light kisses of the crop on my skin. But I know it’s coming soon.

“How?”

“I waxed yesterday and I clean just like you told me to every time I shower. And I only wear the cotton panties you buy me”

“Good girl”

And then the crop lands on the back of my thigh with a crack. I cry out but then his hand distracts me from the pain. He caresses my ass, squeezing my cheek gently. And then another smack to the back of my other thigh. I draw in a breath through my teeth. Before I can recover from that one, another lands on my ass. And another…and another. The next two land just below my ass cheeks.

“Daddy!”

I wiggle my ass, the throbbing between my legs becoming too much to bear. He slides the crop between my thighs and over my pussy.

“Separate your knees”

I struggle with my constraints, spreading my knees as far as they can go. His hand brushes my stomach and my muscles clench. His fingers glide along my wet lips and he chuckles.

“You do like the pain don’t you Little One?”

“Yes, Daddy”

He circles my clit and I moan, moving against his fingers. He withdraws his hand and then it’s the sting of the crop on my clit.

“Aah!”

He lets me have it. Punishing my clit over and over until I think I can’t take it anymore. He stops and sinks two fingers inside me. As his fingers slide in and out of me, the crop bites into my sides, left then right and repeat.

“Yes…fuck me Daddy!”

I feel my orgasm approaching but I can’t come without his permission.

“Please…may I come?”

“Yes. Come for Daddy. Hard”

I push back at his fingers, grinding on them even as the crop keeps landing on my skin. Just at the point of no return, he pulls his fingers out of me and delivers one last, hard blow to my clit with the riding crop. And I come…and come…and come, screaming as my body shakes violently. My ankles fall to the bed so I know he’s released them from my hands. He re-positions me on my side and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I whimper as he slides his dick across my tender, most likely swollen lips. He pushes inside me, stretching me with his big, thick cock and I contract my muscles around him. He grunts, pulls almost all the way out and then slams into me.

“Oh God!”

He pounds into me relentlessly, punishing my already sore lips. But I love it. I know he loves it. This is us. This is what we do. We play hard, we fuck hard, and we come hard…together.

“My perfect Little…so wet…so tight”

He moves even faster, hitting the perfect spot each time. I want to see his face when he comes. I want to grab his ass and pull him into me as he spills himself inside me.  I don’t why he’s denying me tonight.

“Aah!”

He smacks my ass hard with his palm as if he knows what I’m thinking. I should not question his methods. He sinks his fingers into my thigh. That’s the sign. That’s how I always know when he’s about to come. And it always drives me fucking wild. It’s like a message to my brain and my brain sends a message to my body – come.

“Come Jana. Now!”

“Daddy!”

My muscles spasm out of control as he thrusts into me. He growls loudly, sinking so deep inside me that he could be an internal organ. Our heavy breaths fill the room, the air thick with the glorious, musky scent of sex. I go limp, shattered by two of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had.

He pulls out of me and sets to removing my bonds. I blink up at him, allowing my eyes to adjust when he removes the blindfold.

“Hi” he says with a crooked smile.

“Hi there Handsome”

“Stay here. I’m going to run you a bath”

“Yes, Daddy”

He shuffles to the edge of the bed but then turns back to me. He trails his finger down my cheek and places a soft kiss on my lips. And then he says to me what I always treasure...The reason he will forever be my Daddy.

“Thank you”

~~~~Alana~~~~

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At His Mercy Pt 2

I eagerly take him into my mouth, staring up at him just the way he taught me to. As I slide up and down his length, his fingers curl into my hair, grabbing a fistful. He pushes my head down, forcing himself deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He keeps me there, watching intently. Just at the right moment, before it becomes too much to bear, he pulls out and lets me catch my breath. While he strokes his thick cock, I lick his balls, pulling one then the other into my mouth. He moans and his head falls back. I slide my tongue up and try to take him into my mouth again but he stops me.

“That’s enough. I want to come inside that sweet pussy of yours”

My muscles clench involuntarily and I feel my juices dripping down my thigh. He hasn’t even touched me yet but my body is strung so tightly that if he breathes on me I might come. He returns me to my previous position and walks away. When he returns, I feel cold steel trailing up my inner thighs. They tremble and my knees threaten to buckle. He slides his fingers below the crotch of my panties and I hear a snip. As soon as the material falls away, he plunges his finger inside me. I come instantly, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“That’s it pet”

This is what he does to me. He plays my body like a classically trained musician. I can no longer support my weight because my bones have turned to liquid. My knees spread wide and the rope goes taut. He grabs my waist and lifts me, supporting me as he positions himself beneath me so that I’m sitting astride him. He releases the hook anchoring me to the ceiling and I fall onto his chest. His strong, musky scent fills my nostrils and gives me new life. I sit up and position myself over his cock and he sinks his fingers into my hips, guiding me. I whimper as he slides inside me, filling me up the way no-one else can.

“So fucking tight. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You. It’s yours Master”

I start to move and so does he, meeting my thrusts with a powerful one of his own. Suddenly, he lifts me and positions me above his lips. A shiver runs down my spine as I anticipate the touch of his talented tongue. He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me down, parting my lips with his tongue.

“Oh God!”

He swirls his tongue on my clit, slurping up my juices. My eyes roll back in my head as he closes his lips around it sucking the way a newborn babe suckles at his mother’s breast. It’s a good thing he likes me noisy. I don’t think I could keep quiet if my life depended on it. Before I can even think, he releases me and is kneeling behind me, pushing my face towards the floor. I lay my cheek against it and that’s when I see the small vibrator and lube lying next me. I wiggle against him in anticipation and he chuckles.

“My eager kitten”

He retrieves them and slides his cock inside me once more. He strokes my anus with his thumb and I feel the lube trickling down. He slowly eases his thumb inside, adding more lube. I push back against him and he growls low in his throat. He begins pumping into me, his cock and thumb working in unison. I whimper as his thumb slips out and the vibrator slides in. He works it slowly into my ass before turning it on. I cry out as he pounds my pussy. While the toy adds another element to our play, I’d rather have his cock any day. He changes the setting on the vibrator and it speeds up. The sensation coupled with his powerful strokes sends me over the edge and I come – hard and loudly. He tightens his hold on my hips keeping me up as he seeks his own orgasm. I tighten my muscles around him and he roars in answer. He gently lays me down on the floor and removes the vibrator then quickly removes the rope binding my wrists. He pulls out of me with a reluctant groan and flips me over to remove the rest of the rope. I stare into his eyes as he lovingly massages my arms. He smiles down at me and then picks me up, taking me to our bed. He sighs as he pulls me into his arms.

“How was the first night of your honeymoon Mrs. Grant?”

“Perfect Mr. Grant. I don’t want it to end”

“Don’t worry my love. With me, every day of the rest of our lives will be just like this one”

“Yes, Master” 

~~~~Alana~~~~

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"They" say love is blind but it should open your eyes. It should transport you to a higher place of understanding of both yourself and your partner. We do not love because we don't see each others' faults. We love despite them. We see the person as a whole and accept them flaws and all. If you can't then you are not truly in love.

~~~~Alana~~~~