A Taste of Jazz

     You were laying spread out and lovely on the bed. It was a warm evening and the slight breeze from the open windows only made it slightly more than tolerable as long as the covers weren’t pulled up. Only minutes earlier, we made love; hot, steamy and so damn satisfing and were soon asleep in each other arms, holding onto each other, enjoying the glow of good sex as it sank into our souls as we drifted into the darkness of sleep.

I’d awakened moments earlier with the urge to pee. I sat at the foot of the bed upon my return and looked at you sleeping peacefully. My Great-Dane, Jazz, wandered into the room, tongue wet and drooling, panting slightly; a reaction to the weather. He stood eyeing me, wagging his tail, patiently awaiting my acknowledgement and greeting. I reached out and patted his head as he sat and revelled.

You stirred and rolled over in the bed, showing me your beautiful backside, the delicious curves of your back and ass beginning to make my mouth water for you again. Your movement stirred Jazz to stand and turn in your direction, ears perking up as he wondered at the noise. He approached the bed, sniffing the air surrounding your body and the sheets where our love making had stained them. His muzzle lifted the folds of the sheets as he started to lick and nuzzle the spots on the sheet next to you.

I could tell that he was more than just a little curious. His cock, just a small pink revelation seconds earlier, was now responding to his licking and nuzzling, growing out of its sheath and fast approaching usable proportions! The trail of cum and pussy juice led, of course, to you and I wondered, ‘would he touch you?, would I stop him?, and what would you do?’

I watched and strangely enough started to grow hard at the thought of Jazz putting his tongue on you, and.. well honestly, I just couldn’t think of more that he might do, or more that he should do! This little bit was already driving me crazy. Still, here he was with his nose a milimeter away from that lovely crack of your ass sniffing, finding the cum trail and without another thought, beginning the search with his tongue for the source of that smell.

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A Birthday Bash She Won’t Forget    Tanya smiled; today was her birthday. Every year Daniel surprised her with something new, something exciting. It had been extremely difficult to focus on work- more so than usual. All day she’d wondered just what he had in store for her and just thinking of the possibilities made her wet with anticipation. Opening the door to her apartment, she found the room dark. She reached to flip the switch.

Hands grabbed her arms and bound them behind her, a blindfold was tied around her eyes. Tanya cried out in surprise, but didn’t fight. She was held tightly as her black silk dress and undies were torn off, to be replaced by thick leather straps to bind her limbs and bite into her skin. Strong arms lifted her over to the livingroom and placed her gently on the floor. Lips brushed against her ear, nibbling it a little. She could feel ropes being tied in place, pulling her limbs out so that she couldn’t move. She shivered as something cold touched her calf. It was very smooth and a bit bumpy, sliding slowly up her thigh. Tanya frowned, “Daniel, what is that?”

Fingers traced along her neck to her breasts, pinching a nipple. “Your birthday present,” Daniel answered simply. “Now be a good girl and hold very still.”

Tanya gasped as something flicked out and tickled her upper thigh, just below her pussy. Muscles contracted and expanded as the thing slid further up her body, now crossing her stomach. Her eyes widened beneath the blindfold. It was a snake! And a heavy one at that. She opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by a warning finger. Clamping her mouth shut, she closed her eyes again. It would do her no good to argue with Daniel, so she did her best to relax. The snake began circling her left breast, squeezing tighter and tighter. A tongue flickered around her nipple, and it’s lower body began rubbing against her clit.

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“Scotch on the rocks,” Caroline ordered from the gruffy, bald, old black bartender in the empty bar, “and make that a double!”
“Any particular brand?” Asked the fellow in his 40’s learing, trying to look at her cleavage. It wasn’t everyday one of these gorgous white business types, probably a lawyer by the cut of her clothes, came into his joint. She’s got to be about a 37D-22-34 and either lost, or been dumped, he thought, adding ice to a glass, and what kind of moron would dump such a hot lookig babe like this?
“Glenlevet, if you have it, if not, anything will do. Just hurry it up!”
“Here ya go miss,” he said placing the drink in front of her, “Glenlevet. I don’t get much call for single malts in here, but I keep a bottle just for those special occasions.”
“Yeah, well this is a special occasion all right,” and Caroline swallowed half her drink in one gulp before putting the glass back on the bar. “Yeah, it’s special all right. I just caught my husband in bed with another woman. That bastard! While I’m working on the case of my life, he’s off boffing the 18 year old that lives next door. Wait until I tell her parents! They’ll castrate him!”
With that statement, Caroline downed the rest of her drink, and pointed to her empty glass and nodded. Not that she needed to, the bartender was already refilling the glass with the amber essence.
“They call me Jake,” said the black man casually introducig himself, then glanced up to see that she was staring at him almost as if……and was that another button open?
“I’m Caroline Huet,” Caroline said introducing herself, and downing the entire drink this time, before putting it in front of Jake for another, eyes becoming glassy, “and if you get me drunk…. Say Jake, have you ever had a married white lady before? Want one for a night?”
“Can’t say that you’d be the first, lady, Caroline, nor would you be a lady after I’ve had you,” and he put fresh ice in her glass, and poured once more, before putting the third double in front of her, and seeing another button undone, and half of her work skirt hiked up by the stool she was sitting on showing her garter snaps, and plenty of smooth white thigh above beige stocking tops.

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