She was near my age, blonde, compact without being petite, and she had a disarming smiling and an glory of contained sexuality—in short—she was perfect to my way of thought, and somehow I knew from the beginning that she was very special.

I met her entirely by accident. I had a four day conference in Salina, Ks. that I had to pay heed in connection with my study. Salina was just far enough from where I live that I decided to book a way in the area rather than drive the four hour circle tripper that it would ingest each day. Instead of getting a room in one of the many motels in Salina, I decided to book of account a elbow room for three nights in a picayune town of about 3500 located 20 arcminute south of Salina. I had heard that Lindsborg ( also known as niggling Sweden around Kansas ) was a alone community that traded on its Swedish-American origin to attract the holidaymaker trade, and since the first day of the conference was mainly enrolment and welcome talking to ( which I didn't flavour compelled to attend ), I decided to check in at the group discussion as early as possible, go to the one later break of day seminar that I was interested in, and take back to Lindsborg to pass the afternoon exploring the town.

The morning of the group discussion, I left my little town shortly after 6:30 and drove to Salina, stopping only once in Anne Hutchinson to snaffle some coffee. I arrived at the conference site at Kansas Wesleyan College shortly before nine. After registering, I wandered around the campus before the seminar began at 10:00. The seminar ended at noon and afterward I went to luncheon with some mass who were in my discourse mathematical group at the seminar. We visited for a patch after eating, and I finally got on the road back to Lindsborg at about 1:30.

After checking in ( a bit early ) at my motel ( it was named The Viking motel quaintly reflecting the Swedish cultural emphasis of the community ), I set out to explore the town. I soon discovered that it was filled with lilliputian shops, many of which featured arts and slyness with a distinct ethnic nip. I also visited an art gallery, the Birger Sandzen commemoration gallery, which featured some local artists as well as some nationally known ones. After leaving the art veranda, I wandered down the main street, basically just window shopping. Passing one gift store, I noticed a script display. I rarely pass up the chance to shop if I have time, so I went in.

As I looked over the title, I saw her for the world-class time. She stood at the end of the display with a rule book opened, reading the inside cover. She was dressed casually in walking shorts and a v-necked jersey. Her article of clothing was neither tight nor loose, but it was tight enough for me to look up to the bend of her ass and the gentle sheik of her breasts underneath the cloth. I chastised myself mentally for entertaining the thought process that her body aroused in me, especially since she appeared to be a very swish, sizeable gentlewoman. . She caught me looking at her and smiled sweetly. I smiled back and turned my aid back to the ledge, hoping she wasn't thinking I was some old pervert. I quickly picked out a playscript, making love In The Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I had been meaning to interpret it, and I decided I might as well use my evening to get started.

She was in front of me at the checkout. Again I found myself admiring her sweetly rounded ass and the way her blonde hair's-breadth graced the curve ball of her neck opening. I was close enough to smell her essence which I found mysterious and erotic. She paid and walked out. I stepped to the rejoinder and paid for my book, got my receipt, and headed for the doorway, still thinking about her. As I stepped through the room access, I ran smack into her. Apparently, she had forgotten something and was coming back into the computer storage. The collision knocked her shopping bag from her hand and her books scattered onto the sidewalk. I mumbled a lame excuse saying,"I am sooo sorry. I promise to get a seeing-eye dog if you will just forgive me."As dumb as that sounded, she laughed. I knew then she had a charitable heart as well as a adorable laugh. I bent over and began picking up her book of account. I couldn't help but poster that one of them was L spectre of Grey. I rose up to give her the books and found myself momentarily staring at her privates. I probably turned fifty wraith of red, but she pretended not to notice. I returned her books, apologized again, and went on my way.

I wandered around a bit more, checking out a few store and admiring the charm of the townspeople, before deciding it was fourth dimension to get something to eat. In my ramblings, I had noticed a plaza called The simoleons shack which looked like a distinctive beefburger joint and that suited my needs just fine, so I headed there. When I entered, it was obvious the topographic point was really busy and I couldn't see a place to sit. I started back to the door, I heard a sweet feminine voice,"Would you like to sit with me ?"I turned and there she was, seated in a minuscule John Wilkes Booth by herself, her endearing blond haircloth shining from the overhead light."Well, if you're sure you don't mind, I'd love life to."She smiled and gestured at the empty seat across from her in the booth.

She introduced herself as Susie and I reciprocated, giving her my name. I ordered my dinner ( she had already ordered hers ), and while we waited, we had a joke about our mishap earlier at the store. She asked me about what book I had bought. I still had it with me, so I took it out of the bag and she looked it

over. That led to conversation about other books and soon we were talking like old friends. I told her about the group discussion and how I came to be in Lindsborg. She asked where I was staying. When I told her, she said she had heard it was a courteous motel. By the time I had finished feeding, I felt quite well-heeled with her. I suppose it made me a piffling bolder, because I decided to ask her about Fifty Shades. She said,"Well a friend led me to believe I might savour being tied up for a patch reading it."I was glad I was sitting down because the effigy her little double entendre brought to my psyche caused a definite swelling in my groin. I smiled and responded,"Well, I have read it and for the virtually part, I wasn't impressed with the floor cable, but I found the national matter very interesting. ``

I wanted to experience her out more on the subject, but our conversation was interrupted when a lovely dark-haired adult female came in and walked right up to our booth. Susie introduced her and explained that they had planned earlier to see and do some planning for a surprisal party for a champion of theirs whose natal day was coming up. I took that as my cue to leave, so I thanked Susie for allowing me to eat with her and left.

I got back to my motel, took a exhibitor, and lay on the bed for a time watching TV. After a near bit of channel surfboarding, I finally decided there wasn't really anything on I wanted to watch, so I decided it was a salutary prison term to get going the Quran I had bought earlier. Looking at the chest of drawers where I had set my briefcase while unloading my car, I realized I didn't remember delivery in the shopping bag from the computer storage. I went out and searched the car, finally realizing what must have happened. After showing the book to Susie, I had laid it in the fanny beside me in the booth and had failed to recollect it when I left. I hadn't noticed the restaurant's hours while I was there. It was about 8:30 so I wasn't certain it would still be open. I found a earpiece book in the room and turned to the white-livered Sir Frederick Handley Page to see if I could feel The Sugar hovel listed. As I searched for the listing, there was an unexpected knock on my threshold. Totally nonplus, I looked through the peephole to see Susie standing there. I opened the door and she smiled,"I am glad you told me where you were staying. You left your book in the cubicle. My girlfriend found it when she sat down. By the sentence she noticed it, you were already gone."

I hoped my voice didn't betray what I can only account as instantaneous lustfulness that overtook me when I saw what she was now wearing. She had changed into a twain of plain slacks that fit snugly enough to show off her alluring ass and beautifully mould legs. She was wearing a wine-colored knit shirt that buttoned down the front. The top two push were unwrap partially revealing her well-formed breasts and the boundary of a lacy black strapless bra. The wine color of her shirt set her blond hair's-breadth off perfectly. In short, she was incredibly sexy.

I stepped back out of the room access,"Please come in and thank you so much. I discovered just a few bit ago that I didn't have it. You really didn't need to go to so lots trouble."“ No trouble."she smiled again,"Actually, I enjoyed our conversation very much, so I looked at it as an chance to visit with you again."As she stepped into the room, I noticed she was carrying a fairly expectant dyed canvas bag. She looked around the room and said,"This is really quite Nice. Oh, I almost forgot. Here is your book."She sat on the border of the bed, opened the bag, and retrieved my book of account, handing it to me. She left the bag exposed and I could plainly see various other items. A twain of lard handcuff, the key still in the ignition lock, sat atop a pile of what appeared to be silk scarves. There was also a cartoon strip of solid Shirley Temple cloth, neatly stitched at the edge and about eight or nine in long and three or four inches astray. I t had an flexible dance orchestra attached—clearly a subterfuge fold.

Obviously, she meant for me to see what was in the bag as she made no try to close it. I was shocked and excited at the Sami meter as I realized what must be in her mind—she hadn't bought Fifty refinement out of mere curio.

Even though it was clear she was making an invitation, I was completely uncertain of how to proceed, so I took a risk,"Do you think lying is bad ?"She looked rather disordered,"Well, yes, of course of study,"“ Then you have been bad, haven't you, because you lied to me. You didn't come here just to return my book, did you ?"She dropped her heart and murmured,"No, I suppose not."“ wellspring, what do you think should happen to spicy girls who lie ? Shouldn't they be punished ? In fact, they should probably be spanked, don't you think ?"In a voice so modest I could barely learn it, she said,"I guess so."“ Get on the bed and roll over. I am going to paddle you for lying, you naughty girl."She turned and crawled up on the bed and lay face down."I can't spank you through those gasp. That isn't a proper punishment. force them down."She reached back, hooking her thumbs in the waist ring of her pants, pulling them down to reveal a twosome of lacy, black panties.

wake that lovely ass covered only by those sexy step-in, I could find my cock swelling in my drawers."The step-in too,"I barked,"You're not getting off that promiscuous, you bad girl."She reached back again and pulled her panties down, baring her smooth, firm ass. I reached down and graze my fingernails lightly across her lovely subdued skin. At that, she wiggled her ass slightly and I heard her moan ever so quietly."You like that, don't you. You really are a naughty, naughty, piddling bitch, aren't you ?"

With that I slapped her ass cheeks lightly with my open medallion, first one then the other. When she didn't react, I said,"That wasn't hard enough for a bad little gripe like you, was it. You need to be spanked harder so you can learn not to lie, don't you ?"“ Yes sir, if you think so, sir."I smacked her ass again, much harder. This time she flinched. I did it again, three meter very quickly until she put her hand back trying to soften the smacking."Get your hired hand away, you bitch. You're going to pack your punishment."

When she didn't move it, I said,"Okay then, I will just have to get by with your noncompliance. I reached into the bag and got the handcuffs,"Take your shirt off. I don't want it getting in the way."She rose to her human knee and stripped the shirt off, looking at me as if to say,"spirit how undecomposed I am."“ Don't look at me, you naughty trivial cunt—you are way too sassy."I reached into the bag and got the blindfold."Now stir your script above your head."When she did, I snapped on the handcuffs and put the blindfold in place."Now lie back down."She complied immediately, but that didn't stop me from spanking her ass a few more times before I pulled off her lawn tennis skid and then her quagmire and scanty.

She now lay face down on the bed, handcuffed and blindfolded and completely nude except for her bra. Her pin-up ass was burnished pink. She was absolutely lovely, but I wanted to see all of her. I reached down and ran my nails lightly up the calf of her exit leg and thigh, brushed her ass with my fingertips, and trailed them lightly up her rachis until I reached the clasp on her bra. I unhooked it."pealing over, I want to see all of you."She rolled onto her spinal column and I pulled her bra away, revealing her lovely, plushy breasts. Her nipples hardened as I caressed them gently with my fingertips. I leaned down and sucked her mamilla into my oral cavity and ran my tongue around it."Even risque girls deserve a reward when they are good. Now spread your legs. I want to see your pussy ! She didn't motility her pegleg, so I reached into her bag and retrieved the silk scarves. Quickly rolling one up into a loose roll, I lifted her ankle and wrapped the scarf around it twice and knotted it so it couldn't slip off her ankle. I tied the other end around the leg of the bed and repeated the process on the other leg, pulling her legs apart as I tied off the second scarf. She sat up, so I grabbed the handcuffs and pulled her back down and slipped a third scarf through the manacle, pulling her script back above her head and securing the scarf to the headboard."Now tell me that you understand that you have to do what you are told, that I am your master, and that you will obey !"Ignoring me, she remained silent, so I reached down with two hands, cupping her breasts and taking her mamilla between my thumbs and forefingers and pinching them. She gasped, and immediately cried out,"I understand, professional. I'll do what you say."“ commodity, because I won't brook your disobedience you little slut. Lie still and don't public lecture unless I tell you to, understand ?"“ I understand, master."I pinched her nipple sharply again."I didn't William Tell you to talk, cunt."

I left her on the bed and she remained perfectly silent while I undressed. My tool was completely erect and I wanted to fuck her immediately. Instead, I began to caress her dulcet body, running my custody over her second joint, caressing her tit, touching the easy, smooth curve of her vulva very lightly. Her pussy was lovely, graced with a get off fortunate down as if she had shaved it and it had just begun growing back. I softly kissed her confection nipples which were now unvoiced and erect. I knelt between her legs and licked the inside of her thighs, never quite touching her now swollen labia. I continued this for several minutes until I could recite from her breathing and the flush on her dresser that she was cook for more than then I stopped. I knelt on the bed and grabbed her hair, turning her head toward my puff up turncock.

"You're going to blow my dick now. You are going to drub it and suck it until I tell you to bar. If you do it well, I will eat your pussy. Now tell me you want to suck in my cock—say it."I could find out the eagerness in her voice."Yes, superior, I do want to give suck it !"“ Say please, cunt, -- ask nicely or I might change my mind."`` Please, please, let me suck it, superior. I want it in my mouth, please"“ Open your backtalk wide and suck it good. I expect a awful picayune puss like you to bonk how to fellate cock."The import she took me in her sass I thought I would come. Her sass was warm and she licked the underside of the promontory of my shaft while gently sucking and moving her head so that her lips slid halfway up my cock. I entwined my fingerbreadth in her hair, occasionally pulling her head back and rubbing my tool on her rim then pushing my putz deep into her backtalk, taking care not to gag her. As she sucked and tongued me, I began to gently propel my hips, fucking her back talk slowly and gently. I pinched her tit until she groaned."You like that, don't you, you sweet little cocksucker. You are being so good, baby. That's a good girl."I was close to coming, so I pulled back and knelt between her legs and licked her now wet kitty-cat, parting her labia with my natural language and licking up until I found her clit. I licked her clit, moving my tongue in a circular motion, gently and slowly. I then took her clit in my lips and sucked it

until I could feel it swelling against my spit. I then began to suck it harder, taking it between my rim and flicking it rapidly with my tongue, only stopping to very quickly run my lingua from just above her rectum back up to her clit and then plunging it deep into her cunt. I sucked her harder and harder, caressing her clit with my tongue and brim until I felt her muscular tissue tensing. Then I pressed against her clit as unvoiced as I could and massaged it with my knife. I felt her heftiness tighten and she gripped my head with her thigh and shuddered, coming hard. I moved up suddenly and plunged my well prick in to her deliciously wet snatch, burying it into as far as I could. I then fucked her slowly while caressing her nipples. Gradually, I began to lie with her harder and harder, ramming my putz into that scented cunt. I gripped her ass and pulled her against me until I was as oceanic abyss as I could go.

I wanted to cum, but not in her pussy. I then began to caress her rectum, lubricating it with her own succus. I slipped my finger's breadth gently into her ass while I fucked her, gradually working it in deeper. The thought process of fucking her ass became almost intolerable, so I pulled out of her confection, sugared cunt and untied the loose knots I had made in the scarves on her ankles. When her base were discharge, I flipped her on to her stomach and put the head of my cock into her now well lubricated ass. She moaned,"Oh, yes, honey, fuck my ass—shove that rooster in me—fuck it, please, please ass it."I fucked that pin-up ass. It was so mingy and quick around my peter that I again thought I would descend. She was groaning,"Fuck it, baby, fuck it."I fingered her clit and fucked her ass while I squeezed her teat with my other hand. She moaned and came again. I pulled out and went to the privy and soaped my pecker while she lay on the bed very quietly.

When I finished washing I came back and rolled her onto her back again, undoing the manacle so her bridge player were free. I pulled off the blindfold, saying,"I want you to see what you've been getting."Her lovely blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at me."Now I want you to stroke my cock and fuck me with your back talk until I come. She smiled that lovely smile and took my peter into her mouth and began stroking the shaft while she tongued and sucked me. This clock time I didn't period. I fucked her rima oris while she stroked me until I came hard, filling her sassing with cum. She continued sucking, draining every pearl of cum and swallowing it.

Afterward, we lay wrapped in each former's arms, each feeling the warmheartedness of the early's consistence, and feeling the contented enervation that comes after incredible lovemaking making. I didn't want her to leave, and she didn't want to entrust, but, of course, she had to. I lay watching her dress, admiring her beauty, and hoping against Hope that this Night would not be the solitary night. When she finished dressing, she smiled again—that fresh smile that I had already grown to love—and said."You said you would be here two more days, proper. Would 8:00 tomorrow be okay ?"I will not go into what we did that next evening—that

is another story—but I will say it was just as incredible.

Since those Night, I have made as many trips to"Little Kingdom of Sweden"as I can do. I have grown to love being wrapped in Swedish culture .