Unexpected Events

I was in for a holiday! Working hard all year and no entertainment whatsoever makes me a dull man. So after long working hours and days, I decided I would take a well deserved holiday. I had absolutely no idea where to travel to. Most of the offered destinations didn't appeal to me. I didn't want to be in a touristic place with a bunch of people who were just interested in shopping, taking up the sun and get as red as lobsters on their first day. I see enough of them at the hospital I am working at. People brought in by ambulance with blisters as big as golf balls and screaming out loud in pain of burning injuries by the sun. Seems to be the first thing people leave at home when going on holiday is their intelligence and common sense. The only important thing seems to get a tan so they can say they were on a tropical island for two weeks. The first day they arrive, they go for drinks and the beach, falling asleep in the sun and waking up in hospital.

Dreadful.

What I wanted was to have a quiet place on my own and yes, having a beach and the ocean wash over my body, but being careful with a total screen sun cream. A nice tan is indeed nice to feel and to have, but not at any cost. So, I entered a travel agency and looked through the various offers displayed. A very nice guy came up to me asking if he could be of any help. He has such a nice smile I would have gone wherever he told me to go, as long as he came with me.

But that was not his purpose. Strangely enough (at least today) he seemed to be genuinely interested in finding the perfect holiday for me. I told him what I was looking for and he said it wasn't going to be easy to find it, but that he would do his very best to find a match as close to perfection to what I had in mind. He asked me few more things about what I really wanted and said to give him a few more minutes to search the database of his destinations. He went back to his desk and I saw him furiously typing away on the keyboard of his computer. His face went through a number of emotions going from a big smile to total frustration and back. Finally, after about 20 minutes he came back to me with a face expressing mixed emotions.

• I have some offers, but none is EXACTLY what you're looking for, he said, but let me tell you what I found.

He started to give me a few ideas of what was available with the different tour-operators, but I have to admit that none of them was really to my liking. Seeing my reactions on my face he finally said he had one other idea.

• I can also contact a few people I know who are not really in the touristic world, but who own some secluded places around the globe. Some of those places are just in the center of towns and others are on almost desert islands. As those places are not advertised in any way, I am sure we can find something that suits you right away. The only restriction would be eventual flights and transport but there again I know the right people in the right places.

I said I would love to hear what was on offer and repeated my requests of a secluded place, ocean and sun, but not to isolated that I would have to be on my own the entire time without seeing or meeting a single soul. That man knew his job and was very efficient in finding a perfect place for me : a small island with very few to none tourism. The flight was not to long and with only one change of plane. On the island there would be a rental car ready for me and a local concierge would show me the way to the property and how to access it. He also printed out the weather forecast and it seemed that this was absolutely the perfect spot. He also showed me a few pictures of the house which was simple but with all the necessary amenities and even with a swimming pool. The concierge was also in charge of the cleaning and possible shopping and a local company was in charge of the cleaning of the swimming pool and the maintenance of the gardens. It seemed to good to be true and when he announced the price I had no more hesitations. I could afford it without problems and I was secretly imagining myself on the lounge chairs around the pool. Who knows ? Maybe the pool-boy would be a nice looking man and fuel my fantasies.

To make a long story short, I was boarding the first plane before I actually realized I was on my way. I arrived at the secluded island in the early hours of the afternoon and at the airport I was pleased to see the man of the car rental was waiting for me with a board with my name on it. He was very efficient and soon I was on my way in a nice BMW convertible. The directions to the house of the concierge were very easy to find and soon I followed her beaten up car and we reached an iron fence which opened automatically as soon as she drove up to it. I guessed she had the remote control in her car. She stopped her car in front of the door of the cottage I recognized from the pictures I had seen at the travel agency. The sun was warm but a light breeze was just heaven sent. As she opened the door she explained how the alarm system worked. I thought it was really not necessary seeing that the island was not that big and the house quite secluded and a high iron fence surrounding the property. When she opened the French doors to the terrace I was just in awe ! The terrace gave straight to the pool and just behind it there was a direct access to a beach and the ocean. Oh, I was going to love this place a lot more than I thought.

After showing me the rest of the house and what I would have to know, she gave me a kind of binder with all sorts of information about shopping, restaurants, pubs and clubs, sites of interests and a list of telephone numbers that I could use in any case of any emergency. She said that the fridge was full but if I needed anything, I just had to call her and she would bring it over. Than she left and I was alone in this superb holiday place.

I dragged my suitcase to the bedroom and stripped immediately. As I was alone in this place I didn?t bother to wear any clothes and walked out to the terrace in the nude. The pool was so inviting, I couldn't resist and dove in straight away. The temperature of the water was absolutely divine and I swam a few laps, enjoying the sun and the blue sky and the water caressing my naked body. This was heaven on earth. As I got out of the water I intended to lay down on one of the chairs, but in the corner of my eye I saw something moving and was suddenly face to face with a guy.

• I am here to clean the pool and the filters, he told me and off he was.

I looked at him walking away and thought that in a rough way he was quite attractive. Not a bear, but a muscular hunk without being a body-builder. His muscles were clearly from working hard. Wearing his uniform consisting of shorts and a polo shirt, I could see he was quite hairy being it on his legs , arms and chest as the hair peeked out of the collar of his polo shirt. His face was nice with square jaw and very clear eyes, bluish green I would say although I hadn't have the time to look properly. I stubble of a few days adorned his jaw. Apparently he was not the talkative type of guy, or maybe he was just surprised to find me there and certainly in the nude.

I went inside the house and looked for a drink in the fridge. The concierge had done her work well as all possible soft drinks, beers, wine and Champaign were there. As this was my first day of holiday I decided to open the bottle of Champaign and served my self a flute that I found in the cupboard. I went outside again and laid down on the lounge chair. The pool-man was cleaning out the pool and I saw him glancing from time to time in my direction, but didn't show any other sign of interest. He couldn't possibly see my interest as I hide my eyes behind dark sunglasses.

I was just soaking up the sun and enjoyed the view, being it the ocean and the beach as well as the pool-man working. After about an hour, he came by telling me he was done and would be back the next Tuesday and that I didn't have to worry about anything, that he had the remote- control to get in and the code of the alarm system. In an urge to be friendly and to try to know him better, I offered him a drink but he declined politely saying he had more pools to attend to.

With that he turned around and left without another word.

When the sun started to go down, I had a last swim and went inside to shower and dress and look in the binder the concierge had left to see if I could find a nice little restaurant with local specialties to have a nice dine-out. Soon I was on the road with the top down, of course, and headed into town. Town is maybe a to strong word for this big village and I soon found the restaurant mentioned in the binder. The restaurant was clearly family run. The ambience was nice and the food even better. I let the waitress choose for me, asking for local cuisine and the biggest smile came on her face. Still up to today, I don?t have a clue of what I was eating, but it was very nice. It seemed to be that the news went around the village quite fast that there was a ?tourist? and a lot of locals came in and politely said hello. It felt good to feel welcome. As the journey had tired me, I soon was back on the road to get to the house. On arriving I saw that the lights were on in the garden and the pool. I guessed that those were on a timer and the sight was stunning. I took another glass of Champaign and enjoyed the cool breeze from the ocean.

Soon after that I turned in and had a wonderful sleep till the morning sun woke me up.

As I woke up, I made some coffee (I can't start a day without a good coffee !) and did what I never could do at home : I dove into the pool and swam a few laps. What I could finally do to, was follow the golden rule for a healthy life : have breakfast as a King, lunch as a Prince and dinner like a beggar. I ruffled through the fridge and found everything I needed for a copious breakfast. While enjoying the salmon and the Champaign, the eggs and the sausages, the fresh fruit and the coffee, I read through the binder to see what I could do during this day. I learned that the complete tour of the island wouldn't take me more than three or four hours, so I decided to discover the more close environment and took a walk on the beach. I so came to the conclusion that the nearest neighbor was more than 2 kilometers away. I walked on the shore with the feet in the water felt wonderful with the sun shining directly on my skin. Being out of the property, I had put on some shorts, but nothing else, except for the sun lotion. I felt at peace and relaxed. I just thought for split second that it was a pity I had to live this on my own and had nobody to share it with. I had had only one relationship of importance in my life and it ended because my ex-boyfriend thought that lies could be a way of life. It took me about 3 years to realize he was lying like a dentist. When I realized the lies were more frequent than the truth, I just told him it was not worth anymore. I missed the intimate moments, yes, but they could not compete with the total lack of trust. After that, I had really problems relating to people and believing them when they told me something. I know, I know ? you shouldn't punish a new love because of the mistakes of an old one, but hey, I am human and make mistakes as well. But here I was, alone and missing a nice company.

I walked back to the house, grabbed the keys of the car and went out for a drive around the island. I love driving and this car was just a dream come true. The scenery was as nice as the driving and I enjoyed it immensely . The day was going by far to quickly, but that is always the case when you are on holiday, isn?t it? Soon enough I was back to the house and enjoying a light evening meal. After my meal I got out my iPad and read the latest novel I had downloaded before coming out here. The lights switched on automatically again and I could not feel better than that moment. I went on reading I don?t know how much time, but when the lights went out, I guessed it was time to go to bed. I didn't close the doors to the terrace, I just loved that light breeze blowing through the house and which cooled off the warmth of the day. I just laid down on top of the sheets of this four-poster bed and settled in for a good night sleep after a nice shower. I felt blessed to be able to live such nice holidays and drifted off to a nice restful sleep.

I don?t know how much time I slept, but it was still dark. It seemed to be I was awakened by a noise, but couldn't identify it. I tried to move, but I couldn't. It seemed to be I was tied up to the bed ! I couldn't understand nor realize what was happening. I tried to turn around but it was impossible. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see a thing. My wrists were tied to the bed and my ankles as well. I was tied to the bed spread-eagle. This couldn't be true. I was still dreaming and it was turning out to be a nightmare. But I knew I was awake. This was no dream nor a nightmare : this was reality. I hadn't felt a thing ! How could it be I was tied up and didn't feel anybody doing it ? I hadn't drunk that much to be out in such a way that I could feel that someone was in the house and even less tie me up to my own bed. I tried to see my surroundings and as my sight bit by bit got used to the darkness, I could see there was somebody at the foot of my bed. I couldn't see who it was. What I could see it was a man, not that big, but muscular. My sight got accustomed to the darkness and I focused on that man. He seemed familiar but as I didn't know anybody on this island I guessed it was just an illusion. I knew it had no sense to ask this stranger to let me loose, because he was the one who tied me up ? I guessed. I thought I could just try ?

• Can you please untie me ? If you are here for money, I?m sorry but I have no cash with me. If you want to steal anything in this house, you probably know I am just renting it, it is not mine. If you want anything else, just say it, we can talk about it ?

I felt stupid. This guy could take anything he wanted, do whatever he intended to do, I was hopelessly tied up and couldn't move. I also felt so vulnerable as I was tied to a bed, naked and in the total impossibility to call for any help as the nearest house was more than 2 kilometers away. My mobile phone was on the nightstand, but I couldn't reach it in anyway and I didn't know who to call. I had quickly read the emergency numbers in the binder, but didn't memorize them. What was I going to do ?

The man at the foot of the bed didn't move at all. I even started to wonder if it was just an illusion and an effect of light and shadows, but soon he moved a little and I knew he was real.

• I want you, and ? I have you, said the voice in the darkness.

The voice, once again, sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. The man lit a cigarette and in the glow of the lighter I just got a glimpse of his face : the POOL-MAN !!! I would have recognized those bluish green eyes anywhere in the world. That stubble of a few days was absolutely perfect and turning me on big time.

• I want you and I have you, but ? not the way I want and I am decided to have you my way.

That you agree or not is not important to me. I?ll have you anyway.

Oh yes, he sounded really decided. I didn't understand what he wanted to say because if he had asked me, I would probably have said yes right away. I found him attractive and wouldn't refuse or decline anything to him. Why did he have to sneak into the house and tie me to the bed to have me ? I know, I want to find my Mr. Right and find love. But on the other hand, it has been so long since I had been laid, that I didn't care if it was a one-night-stand or something more meaningful. I was on holiday and wanted to have a good time, even if I have to let go of some of my basic principles. But I still didn't understand what the pool-man wanted. I was at his mercy, totally. He had a total power over me as I couldn't move at all. Now that I knew who he was I was not scared anymore, but I wasn't comfortable either. Was he a serial killer or something like that ? Did he want to hurt me to have it his way ?

Little by little I started to panic. He seemed to be a lot stronger than I was. I tried to remember his muscles when he was cleaning the pool. He was in top shape, that was for sure. I thought about the rippling muscles I saw on his body and the rough way he was acting. Not really what I was looking for as I was a hopelessly romantic who wanted to be seduced and that someone would be taking his time to have me. Sex, and even more making love, was something I craved, yes, but on a equal basis, sharing the moment and the experience. But here I was, tied up and at the mercy of a guy, much stronger than me, wanting to have me HIS way? whatever that was.

I didn't want to give in to my fears, but I couldn't avoid it. I started to sweat and get really nervous. I realized I was at his mercy and couldn't do anything to avoid it. He was the master of the situation and even if I don?t mind to be submissive from time to time, this situation was going out of hand.

• What is it you want ? I asked without really expecting an answer.

But to my surprise he did move and came closer. I half expected to receive a slap in my face with a comment like "I decide here !!!" but none of that happened. He actually sat down on the bed next to me. He stayed silent for awhile just looking me over and over.

• You think you can be a prick-tease laying nude by the pool while I am doing the dirty work ? Do you think you can impress me be saying you are renting this place for a price that is almost 6 month wages for me ? You really think you can get away with all of this ? Well, no ! You can?t ! You don?t have a clue of what it is to live on an island where everybody knows you ? Have you any idea what it is to live among bigoted people who see sex as a necessity in a marriage but sinful out of it ? Well ? tonight I am going to have it my way and nobody will know about it, except you and me.

I don?t know why, but with this last statement I really got scared because what he was telling me was that he could have his way and nobody would know about it. He could even kill me after he had his way and nobody would know about it. But at the same time, to my horror, I was getting turned on and starting to have a hard-on. I couldn't in any possible way hide it ! My penis had a mind of its own and let the blood flow in, getting me erected ! I couldn't believe it ! Here I was, tied up and completely vulnerable and getting a hard-on !

The pool-man stood up. He pulled his belt from his trousers and I was scared to death. He slapped it a few times in the air making that sound that doesn't announce anything good.

• Don't hurt me ! I didn't anything wrong to you ! I screamed.

He just laughed it off. He slapped his belt a few times more, dangerously close to my head and my body. I just wanted to move, but couldn't. He attached his belt to one of the posts to the bed. Than, he searched into his pockets and took out one of those old-fashioned razor blades, one of those you just have to sharpen on ? a leather belt.

• I am going to shave you ! You have far to much hair on your body and I don?t like it. So I am going to shave you in all the right places till you are just like I like it.

I didn't get it immediately. I watched him closely in the darkness of the room. He started to pass the razor blade over the leather belt and I was nothing close to comfortable with it. I don't have that much body hair, but I like it and I didn't want him to shave me close to be a baby skin ! But he had other ideas apparently. He came back to the bed, sitting down close to my crotch. That blade, even in the darkness, looked like pretty sharp to me. He could easily cut off my manhood or my testicles if he wanted. But no, he came close to my crotch and my penis was still showing clear signs of excitement. Throbbing like never before. Surprisingly careful he brought the razor blade close to me manhood and I feared the worst. I closed my eyes and held my breath expecting to feel a sharp cut in my genitals, but none of that happened. I felt his hand taking hold of my penis in a surprisingly soft manner. He actually caressed my manhood and I felt a strange tingle in my lower abdomen. I actually thought I would cum right there and then. It was such a strange feeling of excitement and fear altogether. Suddenly I felt the warmth of his breath next to my crotch ? I couldn't believe how soft he was handling me. The moist sensation of his lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I am not new to blow-jobs, but this was really something else. The mix of fear and excitement of his actions almost brought me over the edge.

With the razor in his hands, I didn't dare to move an inch. His lips and tongue on my genitals were just to good to be true. I couldn't believe the mix of fear and excitement. I wanted to give myself over to him to whatever he wanted, but the fear was overwhelming me. In the dim light that came from outside I could see the sharp razor blade coming close to my genitals. But suddenly he stood up and went to the adjoining bathroom, coming back with my shaving cream.

He applied it generously to my lower parts and than sat down again next to me. The razor blade came in contact with my skin, cold and so threatening. Nonetheless, he was very careful and I felt the razor blade slide on my skin. I couldn't see it, but I imagined my hair coming off of my body. He continued carefully and softly and at each stroke I felt the hair was disappearing. First the shaft and then the pubes. He took his time so teasingly that my hard-on didn't go down. He held my cock upwards and shaved it in such a sensual way that I wondered why I hadn't done it before. All the while shaving my shaft and pubes, he gave little kisses to the head and sometimes even taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. It was the most erotically feeling I had ever felt.

Doing what he did, he could go on for hours if I had any saying in it. He whipped the razor on a towel he had brought from the bathroom and was going for my balls. He took great care of doing it carefully and softly. Hair by hair disappeared from my crotch. I felt even more vulnerable. As I was tied up spread-eagle he had access to that part between my ball-sack and my but. He didn't hesitate a moment to shave the little hairs I had there as well. He whipped away the remaining of the shaving cream and went to the bathroom to get a hot wet towel to wash it all away.

I felt exhausted. The sexual energy was building up at a speed I didn't know I had. My hard-on was almost hurting from pure excitement. I was really on the verge of coming right there and then ? but he paused. He stood up and untied my right ankle, just to tie it up over my left one.

Than he undid my left one and tied it up where my right one was. I felt so twisted ! But soon he did the same with my wrists and I was laying face down on the bed. He than knelt down between my legs and started to shave my butt.. First on the outside, than on the inside. I didn't move at all, far to scared that the razor would cut me near my ass. When he was finished with the razor, he whipped away the remaining of shaving cream. He than took a bottle of baby oil and massaged my butt to start with. His hands felt incredibly soft and pleasant. He even came close to my rosebud and put a little pressure on it. I moaned and the fear was now leaving me. An enjoyable feeling took place and my middle section started to move to his administrations. As he felt that I was starting to enjoying this he gave me two forceful slaps on my butt as if to say he was still in charge and that the pleasure was his and not mine. The sting on my butt hurt ! But at the same time I had to admit I liked it. I felt a strange warmth on my butt and soon his hands were massaging my cheeks again with the soft baby oil. I tried to keep as quiet as possible to avoid further slapping but he had other ideas. His hand came down on my butt once again with a new force and I was sure the marks would stay there for quite some time. But after each slap he massaged them softly with the oil and the feeling was incredible.

This massage was getting so erotic and I could feel his hands caressing my butt cheeks and open them up. His fingers teased my rosebud, coming so very close to my most intimate entrance without going in. He circled the opening, adding more oil and I could feel his fingers slide around my puckered hole. I was so enjoying his ministrations but I also wanted him to push inside, first with his fingers and if possible with his manhood. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see he had removed his shirt and I was in awe at his furry chest. I so wanted to caress him and let my fingers play with those hairs, but I was tied up to the bed. I didn't understand why he had tied me up. If he had asked, I would have agreed willingly. But maybe he didn't want to face a possible rejection as he didn't know me. He wanted me and was not taking no for an answer, so he tied me up. It was almost rape when you think of it, but I couldn't be raped by such a man as I was to eager to comply.

Once again he turned me over switching the ties to the bed posts. While he was standing I watched him closely as my eyes were now used to the dim darkness of the room. I saw him opening his trousers and they fell to the ground. He removed his trainers and socks and was completely naked. I just had a glimpse at his lower belly and saw he was well endowed without exaggeration. He kneeled on the bed and straddle my chest. His cock was only a few inches away from my mouth. His hands came to both sides of my face and he lifted my head a little so that his cock could enter my mouth without a problem.

• Don?t think about using your teeth on this, because I can assure you you?ll regret the day you were born, he said in a harsh voice.

Why was he saying that ? Didn't he realize that I was as willing as he would want me ? I tried to make it clear to him by opening my mouth and licking the drop of pre-cum that oozed at the tip of his dick. I tried my best to show him the necessary appreciation and opened my mouth wide. His manhood entered my mouth slowly and I wrapped my lips around it. My tongue immediately went to work on it and I actually felt it grow and harden. Yes, I like to give a good blow-job and I intended to give him the best one he had ever had. Over the years I had learned what I liked when receiving a blow-job and mimicked all those things when giving one. I swirled my tongue over the head and sucked with feverish willingness. I was decided to suck every drop of pre-cum and cum out of him. I heard his breathing getting irregular and the strength in his hands on my face moved it to a fucking motion while he was standing still. I let him have it his way but made sure I did my part of the job.

Suddenly he pulled out and I guessed he was on the verge of coming. He breathed deep and heavy and got back a few inches to avoid me to attack his cock again with my mouth. Although I lifted my head as far as I could, it was just impossible to reach his cock head. I relaxed just a second and tried to see what I could do next, but tied up as I was, I couldn't do a thing. He was in charge, wasn't he ? So I gave in to fate and waited to see what his next move was. What happened next came as a total surprise as he leaned down and brushed my lips with his. First it was just a peck but after that he kissed me little more forcefully and with his tongue he was searching entrance to my mouth. I hesitate just a fraction of a second but soon gave in to that kiss. Man ! Could he kiss ! The build-up passion released itself completely as soon as I opened my mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth. It took only an instant to have a dueling fight of tongues. I love kissing and this was sure the best kissing man I had with me in a very long time.

We kissed what seemed for ages. I couldn't get enough of it and apparently he didn't either.

He took my face in his hands so softly and it was a total contradiction to his forceful kissing. I felt like a total opposite side of him compared to how it all started. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck to be sure he wouldn't retract but of course I couldn't. He stopped his kissing but it was just to go nibbling on my ears first, as he was trying to wash them out with his tongue. He used his teeth softly on my earlobes and followed down to that sensitive part between ears and collarbone. He licked and sucked feverishly and I could only moan. This guy was building up the sexual tension as a pro. I couldn't help my body to move under him and his actions. I moaned and groaned. I even felt my orgasm building up. I thought I would come without even touching myself. He felt that and suddenly kept quiet, without touching me.

• I don?t want you to cum yet ! he said

So he got out of the bed and left the room. I just wondered what he was up to but I could feel my sexual tension leaving me. I thought about what just happened and couldn't think of a more exciting moment in my life. Here I was, at the mercy of an almost total stranger and feeling like it was the best moment ever. It took him about ten minutes to come back and I could smell a beer on his breath. Had he just taken advantage of my fridge without bringing me anything ? Jeez, that felt weird and inconsiderate. But he straddled me again, playing with his manhood that had deflated but was coming back to life very quickly. He turned around and I had his dick just above my face. I opened my mouth to receive it. He lowered himself on me and I swallowed him but at the same time I felt a warm moisture on my own cock. He decided we would have a nice 69 and who was I to refuse such a nice initiative ? I swallowed him completely and the head of his cock was entering my throat. I used my throat muscles to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. I could feel my own cock being as deep in his throat as it would go and he was surely not a novice at this. He had swallowed cock before, there was no doubt about that.

We pleasured each other for what seems hours even if it were only minutes. The spit drooled down my shaft and he tried to capture it again. So he let my cock go and licked the shaft. Soon enough I felt his tongue on my testicles and he sucked them into his mouth. At the same time he lifted his hips and came down again, showing me he wanted me to do the same to him. I eagerly did so and was soon sucking on his balls. For the first time he actually moaned and I knew I had touched a sensitive spot. I went to work on his balls, sucking them in and stretching them down before releasing them. Than going back up to suck on them again. I did that several times and the moans became more frequent and louder. Yes, he liked his balls sucked on. I went for them with even more gusto. Licking them, sucking them, rolling them in my mouth as mush as I could.

I was actually in heaven, but he didn't know that.

I went on and on but wanted to go for the big prize. I let go of his balls and licked that sensitive area between balls and ass. It happens to be that a lot of men do not know how sensitive that part is and how much pleasure it gives when properly licked and kissed. If he didn't know it, he would soon discover what this little spot could do to him. As I licked it up he suddenly sat up and forced his hips onto my mouth. I took that he was discovering something and was in to show him how good it could be. I licked and kissed and softly bit his tender area and he soon was wriggling his lower abdomen all over my face and mouth. Doing so, his ass came much closer to my mouth and I took the risk and the initiative to let my tongue wander to that intimate area. As I couldn't get his cheeks open (my hands were still tied to the bed) my tongue had some difficulty to go in that muscular ass. Nonetheless, I licked as much as I could and pushed my tongue between his muscle. He sensed what I was trying to do and his hands grabbed his ass cheeks to open them up for me. If that was not an invitation, it sure looked like one. I didn't wait a moment and dove in between those ass cheeks. His musky odor mixed with a faint fragrance of soap was all that I needed to service him real good. I sucked on his puckered hole as if I wanted to suck him inside out. He sat down on my face full force and even if I had some problems to breath I sure was going to give him a good rim job.

He came into the house without thinking of me, but just his pleasure and I just wanted to give him that. His moans and groans turned into Ohhh's and Ahhhh's and as long as he was sitting on my face I didn't intend to stop what I was doing. My tongue tried to enter him but his rosebud was as closed as possible. But I could always lick it and suck it and the pool man just seemed to enjoy it immensely. He just rubbed his ass over my face and I loved it. I couldn't get enough of it. I was going to heaven and back more than a shuttle train to the airport. Pool man was once again on the edge and got up quickly to avoid shooting his load.

Once again he got out of the bedroom, leaving me tied up, and took again about ten minutes to come back. This time he was a little more considerate and carried a bottle of beer with him. He approached the bed and just told me to open my mouth. As I did so, he poured some beer in it and I swallowed. He than put the bottle on the nightstand and went to the end of the bed and untied my ankles. I moved my legs a little as they were strained to much time. As soon as both ankles were freed, he came on the bed and lifted my left leg, bending it over me and over my chest and tied it to the head post of the bed. Than he did the same to the right leg. I thought I was vulnerable when tied spread-eagle, but his time I felt even more exposed with my butt up in the air and my cheeks wide open.

He sat on his knees between my legs and looked at what was exposed. He seemed to doubt about what he was going to do, but soon made up his mind and bent down to sniff at my hole.

He took long drags through his nose and seemed to like what he found. I felt his nose in my crack and soon it was replaced by his tongue. Once again I was going to heaven, but I knew that if he would do this too long, I would cum as this was my most sensitive spot. This time I didn't try to hide my moans and I let him know clearly that what he was doing was really exciting me to the highest point. After licking and sucking me for quite a while, he put his finger in his mouth, wetting it well and introduced it in my hole. I was relaxed and excited enough to let him do that without complaining the least. He entered me slowly but determined. He pushed his finger in and than started to turn it around in my hole, And yes, he soon found my special spot and started to massage my prostate. I oozed pre-cum like a faucet. My breathing was heavy and my heart pounded like crazy.

He seemed to like my tight hole around his finger and started finger fucking me. Slowly at first but soon adding more speed and force. Before I could realize how good it all felt, he added a second finger and twisted them around in my willing hole, I moaned loudly. The excitement was too much for me. My head moved quickly from right to left and back. Once again I thought I was going to cum right there and then, but, of course, he once again felt it and slowed down his pace. Touching me in places I didn't even know I had, I was on the edge but with his careful ministrations it ebbed away a little.

He added a third finger and stretched my hole to its limits. Turning and twisting his fingers in my ass I could really feel those muscles relax and accept the treatment they were receiving. I knew I was soon going to receive his manhood inside me or at least I hoped so. He seemed to want to take his time and went on and on finger fucking me. He felt me inside like no one had ever done.

My sexual tension was going up again and I thought my heart would be bursting out of my chest.

This going to the edge and back was exhausting me in a very pleasurable way, but I wanted him to fuck me! I wanted to feel him inside of me like never before.

• Fuck me, please, FUCK ME!!!! I heard myself say, almost screaming

He did as if he hadn't heard me. He went on working my ass with his fingers and made me writhe and move, limited by my position, but writhing nonetheless. With his free hand he started to stroke my dick softly and with the pre-cum oozing like it was, my shaft was soon slippery and wet. He added even more saliva on it and massaged my cock sensually. I didn't know where he had learned how to do all this, but I was certainly not complaining.

Not soon enough, his fingers left my hole and I could feel him move. I didn't want to open my eyes, but rather have the surprise of what was coming. It was not really a surprise to feel him smear his pre-cum straight from his cock onto my rosebud. He rubbed his cock-head between my ass-cheeks and aimed it right at my rosebud. Slowly and carefully he started to push forward. I could feel the first signs of this excruciating pain that goes with a penetration after a long time of abstinence. I set my mind to it to relax as much as possible and as soon as his head passed my sphincter he hold still, letting my ass getting used to the invasion. That burning feeling of the first moment faded away slowly and as soon as he felt I was relaxing enough, he pushed again, penetrating me with his manhood inch by inch, without hurry but without pausing. Soon enough I felt his pubic hairs tickle my as-cheeks. He was completely in and it felt most wonderful. Slowly, without rushing anything, he started to withdraw till only the head of his cock was inside, and than pushing back in. His thrusts were sensual and done with care. Finally he was thinking about my pleasure as well as his. He went in and out with slow, long strokes and moved in such a way that at each stroke, my prostate was well hit. I felt sensations inside me that were completely new. No, I was no novice at all, but this man knew how to pleasure someone. He knew exactly how to move in the right way and give pleasure as mush as taking it. I knew I wouldn't last long with his powerful thrusts. I felt my cum boiling in my balls and wanting to get out, but than again, he felt it to and slowed his pace once again till he was holding still with his cock deeply buried in my bowels. After what seemed like eternal minutes, he started to withdraw and push in again and brought up his speed quite quickly. Soon enough he was plowing me with force. He touched so deep inside of me that I almost fainted. This was really to good to be true. He went in and out of me forcefully and was sweating abundantly. His sweat drops fell on my face and on my lips. I drank them with gusto.

While fucking me like mad, he untied my ankles and I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my ankles on his back, holding him inside of me and pushing him even further into me. As he untied my wrists I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him in for the most passionate kiss I had ever given to any one. Our tongues were dueling in our mouth, his cock was ramming my insides and my own cock was pressed between our bellies. As wonderful as it felt, I knew we wouldn't last long. His hips moved so fast that I was afraid his cock would slip out of my hole involuntarily.

But it didn't. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Suddenly he arched his back, let out a almost inhumane growl and pushed his hips forward even deeper than before. Staying still I could feel the pulses in his cock shaft and I knew he was ejaculating deep inside of me. The sole idea of having his seed inside of me, pushed me over the edge and I had the most incredible orgasm in my life. My cock erupted its seed between our bellies and I knew my ass-muscles would contract with each spurt. These contractions, I knew, he would feel on his cock and he let out another long growl of pleasure as I sensed he was having a second orgasm only a few seconds after the first.

He collapsed on me. I wrapped my body around his and kissed him with heart and soul. Our breathing came back to normal slowly and we both felt that fantastic afterglow of fantastic sex.

• Stay inside of me, please, I whispered in his ear.

I just hate it when some one pulls out as soon as they have come. I want them to go soft slowly and let the cock leave my ass in a natural way by deflating. Far to soon this happened and I felt that awful emptiness after the lovemaking. But he stayed on me and I hold on to him, never wanting him to leave me. He lifted his head from my shoulder, looked in my eyes and kissed me tenderly. In that kiss he put his soul and his heart and if I had known him better, I would have known he was just on the verge of falling for me like I was falling for him. It is strange how feelings of the heart follow so quickly the feelings of the body.

He rolled off of me and laid beside me with his arm over my chest, his lips next to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe tenderly. Strangely enough I felt secure and safe in his arms. I felt totally relaxed and after this intense sex session I dozed off.

When I woke up, I don?t know how long I dozed, I was alone in my bed. I thought it maybe had been just a dream, but the ropes on the bedposts and the soreness of my ass made me realize it had not been a dream at all. I switched on the lamp beside the bed and wanted to call out to ?

Jeez, I didn't even know his name. So, I got up and went to search for Him, but the house was empty. I went out to the terrace and that was empty as well. He had gone, just as mysteriously as he had come.

But, he had to come back to clean the pool, didn't he ?