Victoria's Secrets½ Part I by "Sparkle Plenty" Victoria was driving along I-90 in her hot white sports car, when she began resting her right hand on the gear shift. Accidentally, her hand slid down onto the gear shift, and she found herself circling it with her small, dainty fingers. After a few minutes, she realized the similarity between the gear shift and other upright items she was familiar with... and thought immediately of her lover, Lance. After several more minutes, she realized that her box was moistening ever so slightly, and the more she thought about her wetness and the strong, upright item in her right hand, the more her juices flowed! She left I-90 at the Fuller Road Exit, ducked under the overpass, and took the left on Washington Avenue, and re-entered I-90, going back home. It was only during the turns that she reluctantly released her grip on the gear shift. When she was finally heading back home, her grip alternately was tracing the leather seams, pressing the finger grips, and slowly raising her skirt, feeling her stockings where they ended at her garter belt. By the time she had crossed the Patroon Island Bridge, the seat of her car was moistened by her juices, and she was breathing heavily. She pulled into her garage, and immediately began unbuttoning her silk blouse, revealing her satin Teddy, and releasing her now hardened nipples to the cool air. She entered her house, and stopped only long enough to kick off her shoes and slip out of her skirt. As she walked down the hall, she could see Lance sitting on the couch, reading the paper, one hand idly rubbing his member. He looked up to see Victoria standing at the edge of the couch, now only in her satin tap pants and silk lace bra. She was removing her silk stockings and garter belt and his cock immediately grew, pushing up against his slacks. He watched in fascination as Victoria drew her light blue Teddie over her head, revealing her lovely pink nipples. He stood and without a word, lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Victoria now quickly stepped out of her champagne colored tap pants, never taking her eyes away from his hardened, erect cock. Lance reached for her and lifted her off her feet, layed her gently on the couch, opened her thighs and lowered himself to his knees. He feasted on the sight of her dripping, swollen pussy and listened to her low moans of anticipated pleasure. He lowered his face to her pussy, enjoying the scent and warmth of her box, taking tentative licks of the juices now oozing slowly down from her cunt. She spread herself wider, resting her legs on his shoulders as he began moving his tongue slowly across her clit, feeling that pearl swell and harden, ready for him to bring her to passionate release. He placed his hands under her firm ass, lifting her ever so gently to his tongue. The rise and fall of her breathing, her moans, the now quickening motion of his tongue, brought her quickly to her first orgasm. The ooze from her cunt increased and he placed his tongue deeply into her box, lapping the sweet taste and swallowing her juices. She relaxed from that orgasm, and he moved his tongue back up to her clit, now rising to meet his tongue. A short period later, she had her second orgasm, bigger and stronger than the first, arching her back off the couch, holding her breath as the full force of passion engulfed her entire being. The juices now were flowing forcefully from her cunt, and Lance lapped and tasted until his cock was the hardest it had ever been. But he went back to her clit and brought her quickly again to orgasm. This time she cried out in passion, and her thighs trembled, as waves of coming completely overtook her body. He again placed his tongue deep in her box, making the orgasm continue. His tongue returned to her clit again, and she immediately came for the fourth time. He then placed his fingers in her box, feeling the contractions of those strong muscles as they clamped on them. He stood up, lifting her under her arms and lowered her onto his one-eyed god of love, now purple and distended, veins bulging with eagerness for her tight, hot, wet box. He moved her whole body up and down his shaft, her legs gripping him around his thighs, as she moaned loudly with pleasure. As his orgasm started coming, she felt the size of his cock growing larger, filling her completely and she felt the release of her fifth come while his pulsating spear of love spewed hot semen up into her. He lowered them both back down to the couch, never missing a beat, pumping as her hot tightness squeezed every last drop of come from him. When he had again grown soft and she had become quiet, he withdrew, and again knelt to taste their juices mixing together as they flowed from her cunt. His tongue again found her pearl of love and she responded once again with a more quiet, but subdued orgasm. They rested a few more minutes, holding each other, as the after- glow of their passion came to an end. Then Victoria rose from the couch, and while retracing her steps, put on her tap pants, her stockings and garter belt, her skirt and her shoes, and got into her hot white sports car, buttoning her silk blouse. She drove onto I-90 again, occasionally, lovingly touching the gear shift, and went to Crossgates Mall, where, while walking with an easy strut, she thought about the past hour and what a delicious secret she was enjoying. Archive-name: 3plus/vicky2.txt Archive-author: Sparkle Plenty Archive-title: Victoria's Secrets - 2 I woke up, and initially felt somehow warmed, like I had been dreaming something very nice, and good. As I turned on my side, my satin night shift rubbed against my nipples and I realized that they were already erect. MMmm, I must have been dreaming something sexy! I got slowly out of bed, feeling the coolness of the room on my hot skin. I changed slowly, fantasizing just what my dream could have been. Could it have been about Bob or Art? Both of my lovers could make me moist. I certainly have enjoyed their cocks immensely (or was it their immense cocks?). Both knew that I had another lover, but they didn't know who. After dressing and having a cup of tea, the doorbell rang and it was Bob. He apologized for stopping by without calling first, but I felt so sexy and wet, I was just glad that he was here. We kissed and his hand found my still erect nipples. He immediately pulled up my blouse and gazed lovingly at them before beginning to suck on them. I moaned with pleasure at his eagerness and reached for his cock. It was already hard. He slipped his hand down into my pants and made murmuring noises when he felt how wet I was. We started up the stairs to the bedroom, eager for each other's bodies just as the doorbell rang again. Bob continued up the stairs, disrobing while I went to the door. Of course, it was Art! Shivers went up and down my spine! My dream flashed before my eyes! Now I knew why I had awakened so hot! My dream had been being made love to by both my lovers! What an opportunity! But I didn't know how either of them would react to such a desire. They knew me as someone who was enthusiastic and loving, but I'd never said a word about this fantasy of having a menage a trois. As I closed the door behind Art, he was already reaching for my breasts. He kissed me while his other hand went into my pants and he, too, found that I was very wet. "Mmm, I guess I got here just in time!" I smiled and told him that I had company. His eyes quickly scanned the living room, and finding no one, and he looked at me and asked, "Upstairs?" Not knowing what to say, I nodded. Then he surprised me and asked "Could I watch?" My box reacted before my brain. My whole being trembled with desire. I mumbled, "I don't know" as Bob came back down the stairs wearing just his slacks. My two lovers stood quietly, looking at each other. The silence was finally broken when Art repeated his question to Bob. Bob looked questioningly at me, and I said "I would love it, Bob." Bob nodded okay and we all went upstairs. Art undressed me as Bob watched from the bed. He had dropped his slacks and was now nude, his cock at the ready. I moved over to the bed and laid down next to Bob, conflicting emotions raging through my body - anxiety, shyness, strong desire, and uncertainty in not knowing how this would end. Art undressed and his big cock stood upright, too. He sat on the edge of the bed and as if sensing our shyness, began quietly telling us that this had always been his desire - to see me being made love to by another man, watching my face as I came, seeing my orgasms from a different perspective, watching me pleasure another man as I had pleasured him. I began relaxing and turned toward Bob, who responded immediately by fingering my box and giving me a long, slow tongue kiss. My anxiety now diminished, I moved down to his cock, taking it fully into my mouth, to both Bob's and Art's moans of pleasure. Art began moving his hand over my skin, gently teasing me with his light touch, and moved down my back to my bum, putting his fingers into my box and feeling the wetness oozing from my pussy. He took his fingers out and tasted them, and a look of rapture crossed his face. While my mouth moved slowly up and down Bob's shaft, Art's big fingers played with my bum, and Bob's fingers teased my clit. I could feel my pearl hardening under their hands as my whole pelvis moved in response. I came quickly and could feel Bob's cock harden even more in my mouth. Bob pulled me up to him and gently eased my wet pussy down onto his rod while I was still coming. My orgasm intensified as Art inserted a finger gently into my bum. Waves of orgasm enveloped me. It was as if I'd never stop coming! I moved up and down the cock until Bob came. His orgasm was stronger than I had ever felt from him. My pussy pulled all his semen up into it. All of us moaned with the orgasm. We began to relax, but my box was throbbing still. My fantasy had yet to be completed. While Bob's cock softened within me, I looked toward Art's still erect member. I moved off of Bob and began licking the ooze from Art's cock. Bob rolled me over onto my back and began lapping our juices as they flowed from my box. Art kneeled over me, facing so that he could see my cunt being eaten. The sight of these two men would have been enough to make me come, but Bob was expertly flicking my clit and I came, arching my back and exploding my juices into his eager mouth. As I relaxed, Art placed his cock into my mouth. I eagerly took it, sucking with pleasure, feeling the bulging veins, while Bob went down on my pearl of desire. I exploded again - quickly, intensely, holding tightly to Art's cock in my mouth. As I again relaxed, Art took his cock from my mouth and moved to mount me. My hot pussy accepted his cock and I began moving in response to his pumping. Art murmured to me that this was the most exciting thing he'd ever done, that watching Bob and I had given him more joy than he'd ever had before and then he groaned loudly as our orgasms ravished our entire bodies, and as Bob played with my nipples, Art filled my box with his juices. We all relaxed from this intense lovemaking, each of us touching the other. Bob's fingers were lightly playing with my box and clit and I was close to coming again, when he said to Art, "I don't think she's done yet, do you?" Art laughed and responded "No, not at all!" They moved me up to the head of the bed, taking positions with their heads resting on my inner thighs and my men began gently lapping at my pussy and clit and fingering my bum as they brought me to orgasm again and again. So many fingers and tongues - I couldn't tell who was doing what to me. I only knew that I had been loved beautifully by my lovers! And as I lay exhausted by their pleasures, my alarm clock went off and I awoke to find myself very much alone, and I wondered if any of it had been real. -- Archive-name: 3plus/vicky3.txt Archive-author: Sparkle Plenty Archive-title: Victoria's Secrets - 3 Frank nuzzled her neck, his warm body responding to her closeness, his hands seeking her pert ass. Her mind was elsewhere, and she was beginning to feel guilty that she wasn't enjoying this as much as she'd hoped. Frank had initially responded to her BBS biography two weeks ago. His notes to her had been intelligent and showed a sensitivity and warmth that had delighted her. She received at least one note from him each day and found that she was looking forward to his gentle teasing about what their first meeting would be like. They had met in the Mall yesterday. Over coffee, they had assessed each other, and despite her physical desire for him, had made a date for dinner tonight. Her box had been moist with anticipation for this moment ever since that first meeting. Dinner had been very nice. Frank's wit and humor kept them laughing straight through the after-dinner coffee. The sexual tension was like an electrical current between them. Her wetness reminded her continually of how much she wanted him, and she envisioned that his cock was erect through most of the meal. Now, here they were, face to face in her apartment, but she was not responding as she had anticipated. As they moved to her bedroom, she hoped that he would reawaken those hot feelings for him. He must have sensed her anxiety. He began undressing her very slowly, savoring the sights of her silk underwear, kissing her mouth, her shoulders, her thighs, all the while, gently caressing her body, until she was almost panting with desire to feel his cock inside her wet box. "What do you want, Victoria?", he asked quietly. "You! I want you!" she said breathlessly. "In good time," he said, "all in good time. But for now, I want you to enjoy yourself, to let go and enjoy those fantasies you have. What would you like me to do to you?" Without hesitation, she said, "Tease me." His gentle touch became even lighter on her skin as he traced small circles around her nipples and moved slowly down her belly to her moist- ness. He followed his fingers with small, caressing kisses. He gently kissed her between her thighs and slowly turned her over, maintaining contact with her skin with his lips and fingers. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to drift with the delight. She moaned with pleasure as he brushed her ass with his expert touch and hot mouth. What was left of her anxiety vanished completely as she realized that she was being made love to by an expert and that she would always remember his hot touch. His mouth was again by her shoulders and she turned over, unable to quiet her moans of anticipation as he gently moved his hand over and into her box. He had brought her nearly to orgasm with his touch, when she felt his hot breath and tongue on her clit. Within just a few seconds, she came, arching her back, holding her breath as the orgasm exploded inside her. Her whole body trembled as the orgasm subsided, and he brought her gently to another orgasm. At its peak, he mounted her, inserting his cock deep into her welcoming box. As he pumped his juices into her, she continued to come. Her fingernails gripping his arms, pulling him further into her, and she lost all control, letting their waves of come envelope the two of them. They slowly relaxed, kissing each other, caressing each other as the peace that follows such intensity rolled over them. But they didn't rest for long before he asked, "What is your pleasure now, my sweet?" She thought for a moment, and her stirring loins responded to her fantasy for him. She got up and walked to her dresser, the butterfly tattoo on her ass glistening with sweat. She found four silk scarves and returned to the bed. "On your back!", she demanded. Frank rolled over, saw the scarves, and smiled. Victoria gently took each arm, tied his wrists loosely in the scarves and tied the scarves to the uprights of her four-poster bed. She repeated the procedure with his ankles, and stood back to view Frank, spread-eagled on her bed. His eyes followed her lean body as she went into her walk-in closet. When she came out, she was wearing five-inch spike heels, black net stockings that ended at mid-thigh, and a red lace garter belt. She stood at the side of the bed for a few seconds, and his cock began responding to the sight of her. She reached under the bed and found a four-foot feather. She took the feather and began teasing his cock and balls with it. His smile widened as his cock became fully erect and his balls ached with the need to release his cum. "Not yet, slave!" she murmured as her box moistened again to the sight of him. "You have more to do!" She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself with her knees on either side of his massive shoulders. He looked at the tousled hair of her pussy, and could see her lips oozing with their juices. She moved her box up to his lips and said, "Eat me, Slave! Make me come!" His tongue touched her clit immediately and he moved it back and forth as she responded with more of her juices. Her hips moved in tiny circles over his face and she found herself coming almost immediately. He massaged her box with his mouth and tongue as her whole body, racked with an overpowering orgasm, pumped up and down on his face. Her face was contorted with pleasure as the waves rocked through her. She moved away from him, saw the glistening of her cum on his face, and kissed him, placing her tongue deep within his mouth, tasting what he had been tasting. He began writhing against his restraints, feeling his cum beginning, moaning with anticipation for her box. "Please, Victoria. Please lower yourself onto me, let me come in your box. Oh, please Victoria, my lovely mistress!" he begged. She smiled, and moved herself to his cock. She looked at the glistening head for just a second. He was so erect and so big that she had to raise her hips high in order to reach his tip. Then she lowered herself slowly down his shaft, feeling the velvety ripples of his bulging veins as they massaged her insides. His wrists were pulling the scarves tight as she rocked slowly on his cock. She savored the feel of him inside her until he could stand it no more, and exploded his cum deep within her. Her orgasm matched his and she quickened her pumping as they enjoyed the hot juices and their release. Quietly, they relaxed. She reached up to his wrists and undid the scarves, and then loosened his ankle restraints, and they fell asleep in each others arms. -- Archive-name: 3plus/vicky4.txt Archive-author: Sparkle Plenty Archive-title: Victoria's Secrets - 4 "Vicky, I'm assigning you a task today." Victoria looked up from nuzzling Matt's shoulder, but he was intent on his shaving and didn't even glance at her. "I want you to go and buy five silk scarves." His tone and manner indicated that there was not to be any questioning of this "task", she was just supposed to do it. She left the bathroom, wondering what this was all about. She busied herself with making them breakfast and while they ate, they discussed various things, but he never mentioned the scarves again. After he left for work, she changed into a silk blouse and linen skirt and decided that she would go to the Mall for the scarves. She had difficulty finding a store with a good selection of scarves. When she finally found some, she began deciding on colors and sizes. She didn't know why, but she knew that each would probably have to be a good length, and began selecting only those that were over three feet long. By the time she'd picked the third scarf, she realized that her box was very moist. The feel of the silk and chiffon on her hands had suddenly become very sensual. She started reevaluating each of the scarves, letting the material slowly slip through her fingers, enjoying the reaction of her body to this new pleasure. By the time she had finished making her selections, her knees were weak with the desire she felt in her body. She realized that this was probably the most pleasurable thing she'd ever done with her clothes on!! Confused by her reaction to such a simple assignment, she became even more confused when the cashier, upon seeing the five scarves, gave her a knowing look. Embarrassed for some reason, Victoria was glad to leave the store after the transaction was complete. Getting in to her car for the drive home, she realized that her hands were shaking, and that her legs were still weak. At home, she had difficulty removing the price tags because of her shaking hands. Matt returned home around 5:30 PM, carrying a small gift- wrapped box. After dinner, he kissed her and gave her the present. Inside, she found a peach colored lace garter belt and a pair of peach colored stockings. She kissed him and thanked him for the presents. Then he asked, "Would you put those on under your new silk skirt and top?" When she returned to the living room, dressed in her new clothes, he indicated that she should sit in the love seat. He barely glanced at her since he was busy watching the TV. Somewhat mystified at his inattention, and very confused at this role she was apparently playing, Vicky still found her box very moist with anticipation. For what, she didn't know. But she did know that she was afraid that her juices were going to ruin her new skirt, so she ended up sitting on one side of her hips, drawing her feet up under her. Apparently bored with the TV, Matt left the living room and went into the bathroom. Victoria could hear the tub running. When he returned, he was carrying one of the new scarves. "Would you let me blindfold you with this?" he asked. Now her trembling body reacted with fear. But she trusted Matt, she knew that he wouldn't hurt her. But blindfolded!? Whatever for?? She nodded her assent, and she found herself being blindfolded. He took her hand and led her into the bathroom. There, he kissed her, placing his tongue deep within her mouth. Slowly, while both of them enjoyed the touch of the silk outfit on her skin, he began undressing her. When he had removed her outer clothes, he began caressing her breasts, making her nipples erect by gently touching them with his fingertips. While he unhooked the stockings from the garter belt, his mouth found her nipples and he began sucking them, making her box respond even more powerfully. Soon she found herself standing naked in front of him, unable to see, but the touch of him, the slight smell of both of them, the sweet murmurings in her ear, the taste of his skin, made her realize that those senses were dramatically heightened. He helped her into the tub, and she felt the warmth and smell of a bubble bath enveloping her body. He began washing her, using the cloth to stimulate her nipples and clit. She relaxed slightly, enjoying the feel of the rough washcloth and his pampering of her. She reached over to him and began caressing him in return. Her hand strayed to his cock, but he brushed her hand away. "You're being disobedient, Vicky. You may not touch me until I tell you. I will allow this mistake to pass, but further errors and I will have to discipline you!" Although visibly shaking, she secretly smiled at his demand and put her hands at her sides, allowing him free rein of her body as he continued her bath. He then helped her out of the tub and told her to put on the stockings and garter belt, and steadied her while she did that. He then led her into the bedroom and positioned her at the end of what seemed to be a table. She was confused - there hadn't been a table there before. He ordered her to bend down over the table. As she was getting comfortable, she could feel him tying one of her ankles to the table leg with a scarf. Instantly, her body reacted - her ultimate fantasy. She was being restrained! As he busied himself with securing her ankles and wrists to the table, she wondered what was in store for her. The reality of actually being unable to move and protect herself screamed through her awareness. And odd mixture of fear and desire raged through her, causing her body to tremble but her box to throb with anticipated pleasure. She tried to move against her restraints, testing their knots and found, indeed, that she was at his mercy. "My God", she thought, "here I am, bare-assed and vulnerable, unable to do anything to protect myself!" That realization caused her to moan, and Matt commanded her to be quiet. Her box suddenly felt a warm, moist object and her ears responded to the whirr of a vibrator. Matt moved the vibrator over and in her box, but withdrew it before she came. He spread her ass wide with his hands, and she felt his hot tongue flitting in and out of her. Within seconds, she began coming. His tongue stayed with her until her fourth orgasm, and at its peak, he entered her with his cock. He rode her, pumping his fluids into her as she continued coming. When he had finished, she again felt his tongue exploring her as their juices ran down her legs. She lost count of her orgasms - one seemed to be more pleasurable than the last, and there was hardly any discernible time between each of them. He again mounted her and quickly brought them both to fulfilment. Exhausted, he leaned over her and began undoing her wrists from their scarves. He kissed her tenderly all over her body as he finished releasing the ankle scarves, then led her into the bed and gently removed the blindfold. Holding her and caressing her, telling her how much he loved her, thanking her for trusting him in his fantasy of domination, they finally collapsed in sleep, gently cradling each other during the night. --