Tristin's Fantasy

Tristin's Fantasy It was Friday....late in the afternoon. All the staff had left already. Tristin looked out his office window and pondered the lonely weekend that lie ahead of him. His son had made plans and would be away with friends, so his weekend was his own. He briefly thought of just going to the airport and getting on a plane to Michigan....and spending the weekend in Michelle's arms. His thoughts clouded by visions of this woman whom plagued his thoughts, his dreams, the mere thought of her sweet voice in his ear let alone her touch, had his mind made up. He was going to Michigan.

As he slammed the file in front of him shut, a messenger tapped at this door. "Delivery for you....sign here." the teenager muttered as he stuck a clipboard in Tristin's face. Tristin signed his name quickly, his thoughts on other things and the messenger dropped a small envelope on his desk, as quickly as he came....he was gone. Instantly, Tristin sensed this card was from Michelle, as he tore open the envelope and saw his name scrawled across the paper he smiled. It was Michelle's handwriting. He opened the card, and a hotel key dropped out. On the card a simple message....Tristin, the Plaza, Room 469, NOW LOVER!

The card was signed with her lipstick imprint of her kiss upon it. A smile burned across Tristin's face as he stood up and left the building. Once arriving at the hotel, Tristin's heart skipped a beat in anticipation of seeing his Michelle again. The minx was in his blood like a fever. She drove him wild with her inhibitions and her sensuous nature in ways that Tristin had never thought possible. He could not wait to see her again. He stood outside the door for a moment as he fumbled with the key to the door. The weekend was going to be one to remember, his sex starved vixen would see to it. Michelle stood just inside the door, she knew Tristin....and had been timing him. She was waiting for him to walk through the door so she could pounce upon him. Oh what a surprise he was in for she thought as she glanced knowingly at the bathroom door. She had dressed carefully for him, sexy...yet with an air of innocence. Her hair lay in wild long curls over her shoulders, long fingernails and lips painted a pale mauve and her body lightly misted with Youth Dew under the lacy sheer blouse she wore. Her long muscular legs sheathed in tight denim leggings topped off with five in black stiletto's....she knew she looked wicked. She grinned wickedly to herself as she toyed with the handcuffs she had hid behind her back...waiting for him. She heard the key in the door and as Tristin walked in, she threw herself into his arms showering his face with warm kisses as she pulled him into the room kicking the door shut behind them.

Tristin wasn't really shocked by her enthusiasm to see him. She had always been most attentive of him, and he adored it. What did shock him, was that she immediately had started undressing him....she kept bringing her finger to her lips and saying "Shhhhhh...lover, this is all for you." His body had responded immediately, the heat of her body, the scent of her...the wicked look of abandonment in her jade green eyes. By the time she slid his shirt off of his shoulders he had been ready to throw her down on the bed and show her how hungry he was for her, as he navigated the move though......she let him in on an unexpected surprise. He froze briefly when he felt the handcuffs lock onto his wrists behind his back. "You vamp...." He whispered to her. "Lover, you haven't seen anything......yet." she replied with a look that told him perhaps he should be nervous as she knelt down on her knees to unzip his fly with her teeth. Her hands were all over his chest, teasing...pulling and pinching at his nipples as her sweet tongue worked its magic on his already throbbing cock. What is she up to, he wondered to himself as she slid his trousers down to his ankles and pushed him down into the chair behind him. Once Michelle had Tristin positioned in the chair, she picked up the silk ropes that she had hidden under it and bound his ankles to the chair legs one and a time. He was trapped. She slowly slid her way up his body.....pausing briefly to slowly savor that delicious cock of his before she drew herself up to his mouth.

She kissed him with such hunger, such fever that it was making him wild....but why tie him to a chair? He knew she didn't care for confined spaces and a chair was so limiting. It was then, that he got his answer. The bathroom door was suddenly thrown open, and out stepped a large woman....dressed in leather. She's beautiful Tristin thought to himself as he figured out for the most part what his wild Michelle was up to. The woman, Tristin came to find out was Lacey. Lacey stode up to Michelle and cracked her across her wide ass with a riding crop, ordering her to the floor. While Michelle obeyed this command from this Dominatrix, Lacey leaned over to Tristin, pulled his head back by his silken hair and kissed him. "This bitch has defied me by showing desire for you....." Lacey hissed at Tristin, "And its time for her to pay for being naughty!" Lacey grabbed Michelle by the arm and pulled her up to her feet. She stood Michelle roughly in front of Tristan and slowly ran the tip of the riding crop up and down Michelle's body. "Take your clothes off Michelle!" Ordered Lacey. Lacey watched as Tristin's eyes never left Michelle's body. Michelle had been right, the man had a fire, an unquenchable fire....this was going to be delicious. Lacey ran the riding crop from Tristin's chin to his cock as he watched Michelle undress in front of him. "Beautiful isn't she Tristin?" Lacey spoke softly to him, just look at those breasts straining against that bra....it's a sin to bind something so lovely isn't it?" Tristin nodded his head in agreement to what Lacey had said, as he did so, Lacey reached between her own breasts and pulled out a knife. "Shame, she doesn't undress fast enough to spare her clothes." Lacey said as she slid the knife between Michelle's lush full breasts and cut the bra, her breasts immediately breaking free before Tristin's excited eyes. "Take your panties off NOW Michelle" Lacey ordered as she cracked the riding crop across Michelle's tender ass again.

Immediately Michelle responded and slid the paisley silk panty off her body. Tristins eyes ran over her body, her breasts were swelled, nipples so tight and dark he could tell every breathe she breathed was making her crazy, slowly his eyes traveled down her body, he could see how wet she was already....moisture glistening on the little mohawk that she kept her pubic hairs shaved in. God how his cock ached....he could feel his need all the way down his legs. "Now drape your damp panties on Tristin's chest Michelle, he can't touch you....nor you he, but he WILL be able to breathe in the scent of you as he watches me make love to you!" Lacey whispered. Michelle bent over, her hair brushed against his chest as she laid her panties on his chest. Tristin at once could smell Michelle on her panties, between the scent of her and her hair brushing against his head, he moaned out loud.......and the sheer thought of watching another woman dominate and make love to Michelle as he watched.....he suddenly realized, her motives for binding him....he couldn't touch himself at all. She was going to make him wait for her, just as she had teasingly threatened to in the past. Lacey grabbed Michelle by her long dark curls and pulled her up in front of her, drawing her head backwards by her hair, Lacey leaned over and ran her tongue up the taunt muscle of her throat. A low moan formed in Michelle's throat as Lacey's tongue ran up and over her chin to her lips. Michelle's body shook briefly as Lacey ran her fingers through her hair and pulled Michelle's face upon her own...slowly and deliberately kissing her deeply, her lipstick slick against her own, Michelle moaned loudly as she wrapped her own arms around Lacey's shoulders and pulled her closer. Lacey abruptly pushed Michelle down onto the bed. Tristan looked shocked for a moment at the harsh manner with which Lacey was handling his lover. "Bitch, I did NOT give you permission to touchme!"

Lacey hissed at Michelle. "I'm sorry mistress." Whispered Michelle, "I won't let it happen again." With that Michelle dropped her gaze away from Lacey and shifted it to Tristan. She had a burning passionate glow radiating from her body, yet her eyes...she looked so innocent and unfamiliar with the situation with which she now found herself in. Tristan had been sleeping with Michelle and knew her well enough to know that she was a greedy lover, although she occassionally liked to play his submissive little wench.....it was not her nature to take complete domination, and never, at the hand of another woman. She had orchestrated this entire fantasy just for him....god love her. He had whispered his deepest fantasies, his ultimate desires to her one night as she lay in his arms. Michelle was doing this all for his pleasure.....he was overcome with emotion and passion over the mere thought of someone caring that much for him that she'd be willing to appease his fantasies so unabashedly. Lacey towered over Michelle on the bed. One at a time, she slowly tied Michelle's wrists to the headboard, the bindings were so tight that Tristan could see her wrists swelling and turning red. He watched, mesmerized as Lacey slapped each of Michelle's breasts repeatedly. Her breasts heaved with each breath she took, and then Tristan was further shocked as Lacey blindfolded his precious Michelle. Amazed even further by the sight before him, Lacey slowly kneaded Michelle's breasts and sucked on her nipples till they were so taunt Tristan was sure she was in pain. Pain? No, not at that point, but then Lacey clamped little brass nipple clamps on Michelle dark rosy nipples. Tristan body responded out of sympathy perhaps as he watched Michelle's back arch up and a loud moan escape her lips as Lacey did this to her.

Tristan felt a moan pass through his lips as well. Lacey turned to him and leaned far over the edge of the bed, she grabbed his swollen cock mercilessly...and stroked it slow and hard. His toes were curling into the carpeting, although her touch was rough and foreign to him, he could not help but be extremely aroused by what was unfolding before him. "You want her don't you?" Lacey hissed at Tristan. "See how she lays there so helpless, yet so ready, so willing for my every touch. I want you to hear her screams of pleasure at my hand. I want you to know, that she doesn't need a man to make her body sing." Tristan looked intently for a moment at Lacey. She was quite serious, this was no show on her part. Lacey released her hold on his cock, and went back to toying with Michelle on the bed. She took an ostrich feather and ran it all over Michelle's body. Tristan was insane with passion, and could only imagine in his wildest dreams of what Michelle was experiencing. Lacey covered her body with hot wet kisses, and bit into her flesh every now and then just to hear Michelle scream. About the time that Lacey made herself comfortable buried with her face between Michelle's legs, Tristan was burning out of control like a raging fire.....this was more than he could handle. He couldn't take his eyes off of Michelle's face as Lacey brought her to orgasm after orgasm with her wicked tongue. The possibilities of what this woman could and would do to his lover were endless. Tristan felt vulnerable, and yet....so alive at the same time. Abruptly, Lacey got up off the bed, and went into the bathroom. She returned fully clothed as Michelle lay on the bed still bound and blindfolded, and totally unaware of what was going on around her. Lacey knelt over Tristan, and stroked his pulsating cock with one hand while she unbound him with the other.

She whispered into his ear..."Takes a special woman to give her lover something like this....now, go....and make love to her in the manner in which shes accustomed." Tristan stood up, towering over Lacey....he locked the door behind her when she left. All this transpired as silently as possible.....and Tristan went to Michelle and joined her on the bed. He picked up the ostrich feather and toyed with it over Michelle's belly. "Beg for me to touch you lover..." Tristan whispered.... "Tristan?" Michelle whispered, "Is that you lover?" "Oui....C'est moi." Tristan replied. "Lacey?" she questioned. "Lacey, is gone, and now I will ravish you, and torture you for what you have done to me this past hour." Tristan whispered, as he untied Michelle's wrists, yet left her blindfolded as he slid his long hard body between her hungry thighs, impaling her with his cock as she threw her arms tightly around him. She climaxed instantly....and Tristan knew, that the only lover for his lover...was a man.