Pleasing Polly.

Polly was straight, I was gay. Polly was thin, I was rather large, Polly was a knockout, and me well I was pretty. Everyone loved Polly, men and women alike craved her company, and wanted to be considered her friend. So as you can imagine she quickly became very conceited. Polly began tormenting men, asking them to do things that were humiliating to watch. Like Mike, she made him lick her shoes clean, or Roberto, who she had sit naked bar a pair of red crotchless panties at one of our girly get togethers.1

I too was unfortunately one of those who pandered to her ego, she would say jump and I in my pitiful way would ask "how high?" I hung with Polly, because I was so unremarkable, with Polly I was noticed, invited to parties in the hope that I may persuade her to grace them with her presence. Until I met Helena, she was a wonderful woman, I was only 19, she was 34, and I became so besotted with her that I started to see Polly less and less. The first time Helena and I made love was glorious, we ate at Luigi's an intimate little Italian restaurant, I cannot remember what Iate, just that I did. I could not keep my eyes of her and was longing to touch what I saw. 2

From the restaurant, we strolled over the bridge and watched the stars reflected on the water, and standing right there with people all around us we shared our first kiss. She leant in to me, and brushed a tiny tendril of hair from my lip, I felt like the most beautiful, desired woman in the world, and then her lips were on mine, her tongue probing into my mouth, her breath hot on my earlobe. I wanted her so badly, I almost begged her to take me right there on the bridge.3

Somehow we made it back to my apartment, and our clothes quickly formed a trail on the floor. I made her wait for a moment, whilst I drew the curtains, lit all of my candles, and put some Patchouli massage oil in hot water to warm. Then taking her hand I drew her into my bedroom. I am used to taking the lead in bed, so was pleasantly surprised when Helena pushed me onto the bed. She removed the scarf from her hair and bound my hands tightly against the headboard. She poured some oil onto my stomach straight from the bottle, and slowly tantalisingly began to rub it in. Each time her fingers brushed over my nipples, they strained further, I thought they were going to pop! Then she moved down, sucking on my toes, licking her way up my calves, nipping a path onto my thighs were finally  she circled my clit with her tongue. I came there and then, still bound I was helpless as she immediately began to suck on my clitoris, this time prising open my lips with her tongue before inserting two fingers into my dripping pussy. It was hours later when she finally allowed me to be free and able to touch her, and we made love to one another until we were both utterly exhausted and slightly sore.4

Helena finally left two days later, we'd both called in sick at work on Monday but today she had to go in. We arranged to see each other again on Thursday, and were both bereft at having to part. I went into the bathroom and ran a deep bath, as hot as I could stand it, and added a generous amount of my favourite Molten and Brown bath oil. The doorbell pealed, disturbing my sensuous re-living of the past two days, wrapping myself in my ivory satin dressing gown, I went to the door.5

Polly stood on the doorstep, which was deeply shocking as she never went out of her way to visit anyone, but especially had never been to my apartment before. I invited her in and told her that I was going to finish my bath, and to have a seat. I climbed back into the hot, beautifully scented water, and started to wash. The door banged open and Polly stood before me naked. She was even more breathtaking than I had envisaged. Her coffee coloured skin so smooth and blemish free, her aereola were a perfect dark chocolate, with tiny nipples standing firm, her pussy was waxed bare other than a perfect heart in the centre, I gaasped as I drew a breath. She slid into the water behind me, and started to caress my breasts with the hot oily water. "I want you to please me sugar" she whispered, I" I want you to pleasure me so much that I want to stay with you for ever". Now what you have to understand, is that for years i had secretly lusted after her, could I really give up this opportunity, because of a few days of pleasure with Helena? We aren't a couple really I told myself, and as I flipped over in the water, I decided I was going to show Polly a thing or two.6

"Out of my water now" I told her, "do you really think I want you?" Polly looked at me aghast, no one had ever dared contradict her before. I told her to get on her knees and lick my pussy. "Eat it all up you whore" I was enjoying myself, it felt good to have someone bowing down to me. And more surprisingly was the way Polly reacted, she moaned deep and loud and pushed her tongue between my legs. Pretty soon I was sitting on her shoulders as she fucked me hard with her tongue, and when I orgasmed it strteamed all over her face. I made her lick me dry then, and ordered her to go into my room. I tied her to the bed hands and feet, and slathered her in oil, I slid up and down her body using my breasts and stomach, arms and legs to rub the oil into her. I bit gently on her earlobes, caressed her nipples and stroked all around her cunt, she was begging me to make love to her. I stood up and left the room, and because I was so turned on I masturbated in the lounge, thinking of her tied to my bed, and at my command. I left her there for a shortwhile, then went back and teased her all over again. I did this several times each time leaving it slightly longer before I went back. Then finally I went in and untied her. I made her come within seconds, and gave her my fingers so she could lick her juices from my fingers. And then I told her to go and that I never wanted to see her again. Polly came back everyday day for a month, eachtime bringing flowers, or chocolates leaving notes pushed through my door, begging  on the phone to see me just once. Helena and I eventually moved in together, and to this day are wonderfully happy, and me I'm done with pleasing Polly.7