Just Call Me...Lover. - Sex Stories

Just Call Me...Lover.

... by candlelight and her long-fingered manicured hands stretching her ass open for me to savour.

My arousal was nearly complete and whatever her intentions for this night might have been, I felt a sense of triumph and deep satisfaction at what I was about to do.

I took one of the candles from the candelabrum’s silver arms and held it sideways above her back. I don't know if the change in light alerted her to this, but as soon as the hot wax hit her skin it had exactly the effect I was hoping for. She clenched her ass reflexively in response to the pain causing the pressure to hurtle me closer and closer to orgasm.

After the initial shock, she moaned softly every time I brought the candle close to her, dripping the wax in a new and unexpected spot each time. I dripped it on her ass cheeks last of all, with some dripping onto me. I smiled as again her tight tunnel contracted and choked my cock. With the element of surprise gone, I settled down to fuck her long, deep and hard, imagining myself as the monstrous Minotaur, deep in his dark labyrinth, deflowering one of the hapless Athenian virgins sacrificed to him by the deranged and tyrannical King Minos.

But this woman, whoever she was, was no Athenian maiden and certainly no virgin. I came with a blinding lightning flash of such intense pleasure, pumping more come into her perky ass-hole than I thought myself capable of producing. She responded immediately by milking it out of me with well-trained anal muscles; as ...

... though her thirsty, gluttonous ass needed to consume every drop.

I pulled out of her and as she spread her ass again, I took up the candle and slid the blunt end back into her creamy, dripping hole. She appreciated this and fucked the lit candle for a full minute with hot wax dripping onto my feet. I pulled it out of her finally and showed it to her. Unsurprisingly, she seized it with her lips and fiercely licked my cum off it.

Sometime around 11 am the next day, we woke up in each other's arms with sunlight streaming into the bedroom. She turned to me and uttered a phrase I never expected to hear.

“Mmmm, you were magnificent last night.”

A week later she was gone and I never saw her again.

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One sunny morning, after Jacqueline had returned from posting some letters home, she passed by the local market. I now watched her cooking. She was dressed only in one of my long-sleeved white shirts, with the sleeves neatly rolled up. She had washed it and ironed it only the day before and its crisp, cloud-like whiteness suddenly contrasted in my mind with the black satin and black mesh wrapped around pale flesh that I was once accustomed to. I banished the thought from my mind.

“Oh, I got you one of the English papers. It's about a couple of months old but it's the newest one they had. It's out on the balcony.”

“That was very thoughtful of you, darling. Thank you.”

“My word, you English are so polite.”

I retrieved the paper which turned out to be a copy ...