From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Wendy The Passionate One
Date: 12 Oct 1996 13:08:42 GMT

		       Wendy The Passionate One

	I met Wendy several years ago when she was 19 years old. She'd
answered an ad I had placed in an alternative newspaper for "free,
discreet, but very hot phone calls". Ah, the suspense and excitement
over the next few months was more than I can describe as we explored
our passions, our fantasies and desires. She told me she could fuck
from dawn to dusk and still not get enough. She told me she hardly her
car on the freeway. She told me how much she wanted a 3-some with two
men, and had even gone to a house to try it, but the guys didn't make
their move. She told me of the time when she was a young girl when she
allowed a dog to lick her pussy and the thrills that had given her.
She told me of the different ways she enjoyed teasing a guy, and how
much she craved the power she felt when she was sucking a man's dick.

	Yes, those were hot times, discovering each other in a totally
uninhibited way, desiring to know what each other looked like and
wanting to pursue our fantasies together, but not wanting to ruin the
special relationship we both felt we had. I'll never forget the first
time I listened to her finger herself off while she was listening to
the sound of my voice encouraging her and telling her what I'd like to
do to her. Nor will I forget the times we talked while she fondled
herself in the bathtub, her "most sensual" activity. And I still have
and read the letters she's written while describing her feelings while
pleasuring herself. Even now I'm blown away by the amount of passion
found within one being.

	Eventually, the suspense of not really knowing what she looked
like got the better of me. I knew where she was waitressing for some
extra income, so I stopped off one night to see her. What I saw that
night was a sweet surprise. The uniform hid much of her figure, but
the full, sensuous lips and gorgeous, curvy ass was all I needed to
see. She waited on me and we had a light conversation, but I didn't
tell her who I was. Much later, on the phone, I described her and our
contact, but enough time had elapsed for her not to remember me. From
that time forward, I enjoyed stopping in to see her, watching her work
and imagining what she looked like when she talked to me on the phone.
Then to tell her afterwards that I'd seen her once again, anticipating
the wails of frustration she always voiced. Ah, the power was so
wonderful.

	Through it all, I became very much aware how much this
outwardly confident, take-charge girl loved being the one controlled
by someone else. And finally, one day she admitted her submissive
fantasies to me.

	After a great deal of talking and procrastination, I
eventually wound up one day at her door. She knew I was coming and
knew I was going to tie her up and "have my way with her." It was the
first time she'd seen me, and we had a drink in the living room in a
totally non-sexual atmosphere. But after about 15 minutes, I stood up
and asked her where the bedroom was.

	Once there, I told her to strip. No touching first. No
foreplay. No hesitation on her part. And the glint in her eye and the
smile on her face told me all I needed to know. Only then did I
discover the incredible set of C-cups Wendy had been hiding under her
clothes all along. I quickly tied her hands behind her back while she
was standing in front of me, but I had a tough time keeping her hands
from feeling my hard cock while doing so. Then I had to just stand
back and admire the gorgeous body I'd been longing for for months.

	Those lips and a mouth were made for kissing and sucking cock.
The proud, pendulous breasts standing so high on her chest. God, they
drove me wild with desire! Those long and lovely legs that tapered to
the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen. And yes, a plump, bushy mons,
growing redder by the minute with excitement.

	I reminded her that she was standing naked before a dressed
stranger who she'd never seen until 30 minutes before. I pointed out
that she was tied and powerless to do anything to stop me from what I
wanted to do to her. I told her she was in my power and that I was
going to tease and torment her to the very brink of her existence.
Then I gave her a "code word" as an escape valve and proceeded.

	I knelt behind her to kiss and fondle the soft globes of her
ass. I stood in front of her to lick and suck her tits and hard
nipples. I inhaled the muskiness of her excitement and blew on her
thighs. I kissed her mons and slid my tongue over the folds of her
pussy. All while she stood before me with her hands tied behind her
back.

	Finally I removed my clothes. I let her see my hard cock, but
I wouldn't let her touch it no matter how much she begged. I teased
her with it. I stroked it in front of her. I caressed her body with
it. I made her get on her knees to watch me play with my prick - so
close, but too far to do anything about it. I tickled her hard nipples
with the soft head of my cock and slid it between those lovely, soft
mounds. I cupped them between my hands, meshing my cock in their
softness. And I made her beg to suck me. I made her plead to slide my
hardness into her mouth before I allowed her to do so.

	My god, who was teasing who!? Why had I waited so long? So
fucking good that I couldn't believe it. The technique was superior,
yes, but the hunger, the totally uninhibited enjoyment of sucking cock
that Wendy displayed as I watched my dick slide between those lush
lips. That, I'd never experienced before that moment - nor since, for
that matter.

	I had to stop before I blew my wad all over her face and gave
her the satisfaction of remembering her power. I ordered her up on the
bed on her knees. And from behind I began to tongue a pussy that was
literally running with passion. My tongue parting the musky folds to
slide up and down her seam. Tickling her hole, teasing her clit. She
was so hot, and I remember the pants and moans as she humped her hips
back into my face. My tongue slid into her cunt. My hands teased her
ass. On and on I drove her while she moaned and gurgled into the
pillow, her hands still trapped behind her back. She wanted to cum so
badly, but couldn't do anything about it. Once again I made her beg
for it.

	"Please fuck me."

	"Doesn't sound like you want it bad enough."

	"Oh, I do. I do. PLEASE, give it to me. Put it in me!"

	Still not good enough, so I knelt behind her and slid my cock
up and down the crack of her ass. I slapped her plump cheeks with my
hardness and her wails for sexual relief grew loud enough and
desperate enough to satisfy my desires for submission. At long last, I
slid my cock into the slimy heat of her cunt. I squeezed her asscheeks
in my hands as I began a rhythmic invasion of Wendy's cunt. I slapped
her ass to enhance the pleasure/pain as her howls of delight filled
the room. It didn't take long. After all, we'd had months of foreplay
and 45 minutes of torment. Her sighs and pants of orgasm were music to
my ears as I pounded into her from behind and my cock spit his passion
deep into her inner core.

	But we lost track of each other for a year or two shortly
after that. She went to California for awhile. I received several hot
letters from her along the way, but my two letters never seemed to
catch up with her.

	Then one day, a note to announce that she was back in town and
had purchased a house. Eventually I found my way over there and the
two of us had many conversations about our lives over coffee. The
friendship grew stronger, but the sexual activity had died. She knew I
was married and she didn't want to fuck around with that. Finally, she
surprised me with the announcement of her engagement.

	There were lots of problems with the relationship long before
they tied the knot. She talked, he listened - sometimes. She was
industrious, he preferred to sit around. And most incredibly of all to
me, he preferred jerking off to fucking the sexual animal he was lucky
enough to be marrying. Still, Wendy was convinced this was the way to
go, that it would work with work and she was determined to live out
the fantasy life of love and monogamy.

	One day, while drinking coffee and ogling her free-flowing
tits through her T-shirt, I decided I'd had enough. The knot wasn't
tied yet, she was frustrated as hell, and I was going out of my mind
with desire for her. We were sitting on bar stools at her kitchen
breakfast bar. I came up behind her, took her shoulders in my hands
and said, "Relax and enjoy this."

	With that, my lips moved to the back of her neck. Softly.
Gently. A little tongue around the ear. My hands stroking her arms.
Her head dropped back as she gave herself over to the shivers that
raced through her body. It lasted forever. So slowly. Lips and tongue
all over her neck and shoulders, and the hands just enough to tickle
the hairs on her arms.

	Her breathing got heavier and a low moan escaped her lips
before she stood and faced me. I kissed her, long and hard, my hands
moving under her shirt to caress her back. And then her neck again as
I squeezed and caressed her ass through her jeans. Then up to her ears
while my hands roamed so very slowly over her tummy and up to capture
her breasts. The nipples were hard and Wendy was shaking all over with
desire. Oh how I knew her excitement. So long denied.

	Slipping the front of her shirt up, I gazed at her tits,
surprised at how much larger they were than I had remembered. So full
and exciting. And I buried my face in their softness while I once
again squeezed her ass. My lips encircled a nipple and squeezed. My
tongue flicked against hardness.

	And Wendy just gave herself over to the feelings. She just
stood there, hands at her sides, loudly panting and shaking with
tremors while she ground her crotch on my thigh. Once again I felt the
power over this girl of passion. She was mine to do with as I pleased.
I teased her. I drew it out. Sucking and kissing my way from her lips
to her neck to her ears to her shoulder to her breasts. Running my
hands all over her back and ass, then to her tummy and breasts.

	The passion kept getting hotter and hotter. I slid my hand
down to her pussy and discovered she'd soaked all the way though the
crotch of her jeans. At that she finally moaned that she wanted one
last fling before she was married, but she didn't want it to be this
way. It didn't sound convincing, but I told her we wouldn't fuck
unless she begged me enough. After all, there were other ways. I could
eat her to orgasm or have her masturbate for my pleasure. I knew I had
the power.

	I put both her hands behind her back and held them with one
hand while I attacked her tits with my mouth. I slid my free hand
between her legs and massaged her honey pot through her jeans. Our
lips met in a wild and fevered kiss as our tongues battled for space.
Wendy's hips were moving determinedly against my thigh by now. Her
breath was coming in gasps. And her body was almost in convulsions.

	I moved her to the sofa to get more comfortable. But before we
could get down, we were embraced and all over each other. I grabbed
her hands and put them behind her back once again. She fought this
time, but not hard enough. Mouth to mouth, groin to groin, we fell
over backwards, our hips arched over the arm of the sofa. We began a
hard, dry fuck as we devoured each other with our mouths. Somehow
Wendy freed her hands and put her arms around me to slide her hands
under my shorts and squeeze my naked ass. I remembered her saying how
much she like to do that while fucking a guy. Would we cross the
threshold, after all?

	And we heard a sound at the front door. Instant Shock! Nobody
there, but was there before? To this day we don't know, but it put the
fear of discovery into our blood. Oh, the passion was still there for
both of us, but we knew we had better cool our jets. Wendy had to get
ready to go to work, anyway. So I told her to take her shower and
masturbate and think of me. And I'd do the same while driving home. We
kissed and I left.

	A block down the road I turned around and drove back. I was
filled with the desire to sneak in and secretly watch her masturbate
before joining her in the shower. I got out of the car and got as far
as the door before realizing that was probably taking things too far.
So I left and did what I'd promised while driving down the road.

	Here's to Wendy: The most passionate woman I've known