Chapter 7

Late that night:

To:  Jill Lane

From: Maq

Subject: The Use of Your Photographs

      I thought I was past the age of jacking off to photographs of naked women.  Evidently not.  I looked at you and, because you asked me too, I thought nasty thoughts of you as I stroked myself.

      As I came, I imagined that I was kneeling behind you in that last photograph, the tip of my cock barely touching you as my sperm squirted against your asshole.

      Attached is a picture.

      There.  How is that for losing shyness.

      Jill says:  The photograph is a close up of his cock, wet and shiny from his sperm.  My email to him follows:

To: Maq

From: Jill Lane

Subject: re: The Use of Your Photographs

      Maq,

      You have opened avenues in my mind in ways that continue to shock and pleasure me.

      I got your email last night after I got home late.  I read it quickly before I took a shower.  I thought about it all through the shower and as I got ready for bed.  I did a perverted thing.  I micro-waved a tube of aloe vera gel to make it warm.  I put it next to my bed in a glass of hot water to keep it warm.  I got on my hands and knees on my bed.  I spread my cheeks and imagined the touch of you there.

      Holding my self wide with one hand I used the other to reach back between my legs to stroke my pussy.  It took only a short time until I was on the verge of an orgasm.  I got as close as possible with out tipping over the edge and then I quickly grabbed the tube of warm gel and squirted it against my asshole, pretending it was you.  It ran down over my pussy.  I had one hand rubbing the gel on my asshole.  The other hand was working feverishly against my clit.  My fingers became slick, not only with my secretions but with what I was pretending was yours, and I had what may have been the most intense orgasm of my life.

      Maq, I pushed my finger into my ass as I came.  Have a nice day,

Jill

PS: How's that for losing shyness?

To:  Jill Lane

From: Maq

Subject: Guess what

Jill

I've come again looking at your pictures.  Here is how perverted I am:

I put your photos into Photoshop and created a slide show I could watch while I jacked-off.  The last series of pictures, used as I got closer and closer to orgasm, are cropped from that last photo you sent, the one where you are spreading your ass for me.  I made each one a close up of your asshole, enlarging it a little each time.  I imagined having you on you knees in front of me.  I imagined stroking and licking and feeling you.  I imagined what it would be like to push my cock into the tightness of your ass.  As I came an enlargement of your incredible ass was on my screen.

Thank you.

Maq.

To: Maq

From: Jill

Subject: Re: Guess what

      Maq,

      Once again oh, my God.

      How do you know how to strike these chords in me?

      I will be wet all day after reading how you looked at

me.  How closely you looked.  How I must have looked to you.  How nasty we are.  How exciting it is.

      Jill

      Jill says:  Here is our next chat:

      "Maq, I don't know if it is because I am so deprived or because you are psychic, but you seem to know just how to say things to trigger my lustful imagination."

      "I think we are doing that for each other."

      "Good.  It excited me so much to think about you looking at me the way you said you did."

      "I think perhaps you are a bit of a frustrated exhibitionist.  Well, doing what you do, you're probably not really frustrated, but perhaps lacking opportunity in this particular area.  Being something of an exhibitionist probably helps you in your career."

      "Yes.  I think you're right."

      "In fact, I suspect if you think a moment, you could share with me an exhibitionist fantasy you have had in the past."

      "You're right.  I have had fantasies about showing myself.  In one I am dancing naked, like in a strip bar.  The men watching are kind of course and rough.  I am embarrassed, but for some reason I have to dance.  I have to strip.  I have to let them see me naked.  I have to spread my legs for them.  I have to spread my pussy for them.  They can see that I am wet."

      "Sproing."

      "Laughing.  Would you make me do that if we got together?  Make me show myself to you?"

      "Yes."

      "Good.  In another, I'm called into a room where a man sits.  Again, I don't want to be there, but I have to.  Sometimes I actually think that I'm trying to get a part.  Sometimes I'm being blackmailed.  Sometimes I just fantasize that he has undefined power over me.  He sits quietly and I do what I know I must.  I strip.  I spread my legs for him.  I bend over and show him my ass.  He never says a word but I continue to try to show him every part of me.  Sometimes I end up on my knees sucking him.  Sometimes he watches me masturbate.  I cannot believe I'm telling you this."

      "I enjoy.  It dovetails nicely with some of my kinkier enjoyments."

      "Oh?  Like BDSM?"

      "I'm shocked.  The innocent inexperienced Jill Lane knows about BDSM."

      "Funny.  I do hang out in LA after all.  I do read.  I imagine interesting things even if I don't get to do them.  Well, up to recently anyway.  You have been very interesting."

      "Oh?  I'm blushing."

      "Somehow I can't imagine you blushing.  Well, maybe I can.  You make me blush from time to time but it is good blushing.  So, have you enjoyed BDSM?  Does that mean you want to tie me up and spank me?"

      "Yes, I have enjoyed and whether I would enjoy you depends.  Would you enjoy that?"

      There was a long pause here.  (Maq says: I was not really worried if I'd offended her.  But, I was getting very interested in her answer.)  (Jill says:  I was kind of in a daze.  With Maq I was articulating things from deep within my psyche.  The pause was not intentional, just kind of a daze.)

      Finally, Jill responded: "Yes.  I think I would."

      Another long pause, until Jill said, "Now, who's speechless."

      "It's just that all the blood left my brain for other parts of me."

      "We are both just full of secrets, aren't we?"

      "Yes.  Jill, thank you for sharing so much of yourself with me."

      "My pleasure.  REALLY my pleasure."

      "I know you know this, but your secrets really are safe with me."

      "I know.  Thank you.  And . . ."

      "And what?"

      "And now I know what you can write to tell me about next."

      "Oh?  What that might be?"

      "I assume that you've enjoyed BDSM with Marie?"

      "And others."

      "You naughty boy."

      "Guilty."

      "I want you to make me do things when we get together."

      (Maq says:  Yes I noticed that she said "when" we got together.)

      "Oh?  What kind of things?"

      "I want you to make me strip.  I want you to make me show myself to you."

      "All of you?"

      "Yes."

      "You want me to tell you to spread your legs?"

      "Yes."

      "You want me to make you spread wide so I can see your pussy?"

      "Oh, yes.  This is turning me on."

      "You know after our recent messages, I'd have you turn around so I could see your ass."

     "Yes.  I would do that for you.  I'd turn around so you could see me."

     "I'd tell you to bend over."

      "Yes.  What else?"

      "I'd say Jill spread your ass for me.  Show me your asshole."

      "Oh, God.  Yes.  I would have to bend over and use both hands to spread for you.  It excites me to think of you looking at me there."

      "I'd make you stand still and I'd get close, so I see you in detail."

      "Maq, you are making me so wet."

      "What's making you wet?  Tell me."

      "The thought of me spreading my ass so you can see my pussy from behind and so you can see my asshole."

      "I'd tell you to get a finger wet in your pussy and rub it on your asshole."

      "Yes.  And, I would do it for you."

      "Do you want to know another thing I would want to do?"

      "Yes.  Tell me."

      "Stand with your side to me, your legs spread and your eyes looking down.  I want to be able to put fingers from one hand in your pussy and fingers from the other hand in your asshole."

      "Yes.  I am so horny right now."

      "Eventually I would take your hair in my hands and pull you to your knees."

     "I would get on my knees for you."

      "I want to fuck your mouth."

      "Yes."

     "I want to fuck your mouth until I come."

      "Yes.  I will swallow it for you."

      "And Jill?"

      "I would make you tongue my ass."

      "Yes. Yes.  Oh, God.  I'm going to come right now, Maq."

      "Good.  Come for me.  I wish I could taste you.  I wish I could have my tongue in you while you come.  I wish I was fingering your ass and your pussy while you come."

      After a moment, Jill said, "Wow.  That one was intense."

      "Good."

      "I really got off on thinking about you making me do things."

      "It has me turned on."

      "Would you do that for me someday?"

      (Maq says: I don't know how to convey what it felt like to read that.  I guess all I can do is ask you to imagine the sexiest celebrity you can imagine, one you fantasize about and imagine if that celebrity was to say something like that for real to you.)

      "Yes.  I would enjoy doing that.  But first I would want to get to know you inch by inch, by sight, by touch, by taste, by your scent, and by the sounds you make.  I'd want to take about two hours doing that."

      "Yes.  Me, too.  I would want to stroke you lightly with my finger tips.  I would want to see that hard cock in person.  Up close.  I would want to run my tongue over your nipples (does that turn you on or off?)"

      "On.  Nipples are good."

      "Good.  Allow me to continue.  Looking at the picture you sent of your cock, I had a thought, a fantasy."

      "Yes.  Tell me."

      "I imagined having my hand wrapped around it.  In this fantasy you are standing and I am kneeling in front of you.  Your cock juts out, hard in my hand.  I make little kisses on your stomach and your thighs, but I hold off on kissing your cock.  The tip of my tongue teases you as my hand strokes you.  I press your cock against the side of my face and feel you against my cheek.  Maq, looking at the photo of you, I imagined pressing my face against you, burrowing my tongue through the hair at the juncture of your leg.  I imagine that you would smell warm and musky.  In my fantasy I sink lower on my knees and you press over me until I am leaning back and you straddle my face.  Maq, I am getting so turned on by this."

      "Yes.  Me, too.  Very much."

      "You know, I have given some blowjobs, but it would probably surprise you how few.  Part of my hang-up, I guess.  I find myself hungering to give a blow-job and taking the time to do it the way I want.  The way it turns me on to think about."

      "Tell me."

      "First, you tell me something.  Earlier, when you were talking about Carol, you said she gave you the best blow-jobs ever.  Tell me about that.  What makes them the best?"

      "Well first is her enthusiasm.  I can tell that she really enjoys the act.  She focuses.  She can focus to the point of being almost oblivious to anything else going on.  In fact, when she gets to a point, she doesn't want the distraction of being touched.  She wants to enjoy giving the blow-job without any distraction.

      "She makes my cock very slick and wet with saliva, and keeps it that way.  The touch of her hand is constant, but light.  Her mouth is silken and she has a way of using her tongue even as her mouth slides down over me... I can't even describe how nice it is."

      "Keep going."

      "Her best blow-jobs are intended to be an act complete unto itself.  In other words, there may have been foreplay, but the blow-job is not foreplay.  It becomes the main event.  She doesn't want the distraction of being fondled herself, but she likes to have a mirror so that I can look at her if I want.  If on a bed, she will get on her knees and spread them so that I can look at her in the mirror."

      "Yes.  More."

      "She licks every square centimeter of my cock and balls.  She takes my balls on the flat of her tongue while her hand strokes me.  As I get closer to coming, she takes more of me into her mouth.  She lets me know by movement and by sound that she wants me in her mouth.  She likes to hear me say that I'm going to come."

     "Do you tell her you want to come in her mouth?"

      "I tell her I'm going to come in her mouth.  She moves her hand faster and somehow makes me even slicker.  As soon as she feels the first spasm and the first spurt of come, she takes me deep.  And then, she pulls back and tries to catch some on the flat of her tongue."

      "She swallows doesn't she?"

      "Oh, yes.  She swallows.  She tells me she loves the taste of me.  She takes all of my come in her mouth and swallows.  Any that escapes she licks up.  And then she sucks me, almost trying to suck more come out of me.  She finishes by slowly licking me all over, as if to clean my cock."

      "God, that is so hot.  You have me so wet again."

      "Wet is good."

      There was long pause here and then Maq said:

      "I wish that I could feel you wet.  I wish I could enjoy your scent.  I wish that I could taste you."

      "I smell real sexy right now."

      "I love that smell."

      "It turns me on."

      "Do you ever taste yourself off of a finger?"

      There was a pause and Maq continued, "Oops, was that too much?"

      "No.  When you asked me that I had several sensations.  All of them good.  And, yes.  I do taste myself.  I like it.  It makes me horny."

      "Do you taste different than your cousin?"

      "Maq!! You are terrible.  I wish I could remember.  I know that one of the things I noticed when I first started messing around with her was that we did smell a little different."

      "I'd love to do a tasting."

      "Laugh.  I bet you would, you pervert."

      "Pervert?  Moi?  You know, you could taste yourself off my cock and then taste her pussy off my cock.  Do your own taste test."

      "Maq!!  You wonderful pervert.  That would be terrifically nasty.  I'd love that."

      We each paused, savoring our own thoughts.

      Maq types. "Would..."

      And then nothing.

      Jill typed: "What?"

      "I can't believe what I almost asked you."

      "What?  I can't believe you stopped.  You know you can ask me anything."

      "Perhaps not that.  It was over the line."

      Jill says:  I had an idea.  I hoped I knew what he almost typed.  What I hoped turned me on.  So, I asked:      "Maq, were you about to ask me if I would mail you a pair of my panties?  Panties that got wet when I wore them?"

      Long pause.  "Yes.  Now who's being psychic?"

      "I will, you know."

      "I'm speechless."

      "It turns me on to think about doing that for you.  And, knowing that you would enjoy the smell of my pussy.  Tell me something."

      "What?"

      "Do you think you would try to taste me from my panties?"

      "Oh, god.  I hadn't thought about it, but now that you mention it, I know I would."

      "I guess I should put them in a zip-lock, huh?"

      "Laughing.  Yeah, that might be a good idea."

      "I'm going to do it.  I will put on a brand new pair.  Get really wet and make sure that they are soaked before I package them up and send them to you."

      "Oh, god."

      "Laughing.  Oh god is right.  If I was wearing any right now they'd be soaked.  I'll send you a picture of me earing them before I send them to you."

      "Oh, god."

      "You keep saying that."

      "Yes."

      "Tell me something else."

      "Yes."

      "Do you think you'll jack-off while you smell me?"

      "Yes."

      "Good."

      Jill says:  I asked for and he gave me his address.  I told him I wanted to overnight them and he agreed to stay home the next Saturday to receive them.