She skipped her run the next day, and for the next few days did not see him. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad about this. She was back to waking up with an aching, wet cunt.
When she did finally see him a few days later, he was a bit cooler to her, giving her a quick wave and nod from his yard, not coming to the street to talk to her or see how her hands were. She even gave him a broad smile and held them up for him to see. All she got was a thumbs-up. And another shitty, dripping morning.
When she finally caught him , walking up on him a few days later after another slight nod and wave, he seemed flustered. She involuntarily struck a sexy pose, noticing the way his eyes traveled down her body. She saw him pause for just the briefest moment on her crotch and then look at his little table. Asking if he minded if she sat for a moment and not giving him a chance to say no, she sat on the edge of the little table, knowing it was sturdy enough to hold her weight. She wanted it to hold her weight. She had decided days before that she was miserable. Even if she wasn't going to have a relationship with Frank, fucking him to at least get past the impasse she was at would have to do. The look of pure lust that passed over his face told her that she was going to get at least part of what she wanted. She knew that he had no problem with the bondage, spanking and assfucking she wanted, but she knew that he didn't know she wanted those things, especially after sharing her experience with him. Why would he think she would want to relive such trauma, even though it wasn't so traumatic?
While she wasn't good at seduction, never having done it before, she just went with her instincts. She picked up his glass of water that was on the little table behind her and drank some, letting a bit dribble down her chin onto her chest. Then she took off the tank she was wearing over the sportsbra to wipe it off. Stretching and making a show of taking off the tank, opening her legs slightly while wiping her chest, brushing over her nipples to make them hard, she did everything she could think of. He finally took the hint, suddenly coming to stand in front of her. He stood her up, holding her by the arms and kissed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, kissing her almost violently, while she stood frozen. When he finally let her go, she stood with her arms locked to her sides, eyes heavy lidded, and said, "Fuck me."
Before she realized it, he had both of her wrists behind her back in one hand, pulling her slightly backwards, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of her bra, the other hand thrust down her pants with his fingers buried in her pussy. He let go of her wrists and cunt long enough to push her back down onto the chair next to the table, almost violently remove her shoes, pants and bra. Bodily picking her back up, he turned her around so that her arms were draped over the back of the chair, dropped his shorts and thrust his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Using one hand to hold her in place at the top of her ass and the other to hold the chair for leverage, he pounded his dick into her, jackhammering her to her first orgasm. While she bucked under him, he reached around and quickly stroked her clit, bringing her to a higher plane. When he felt her sag slightly and relax, he picked her up and before she realized it, he had her wrists cuffed to the little table and the little leather paddle in his hand. Her first instinct was to object; imagining you're being tied up and fucked is very different from really being tied up and fucked. She stammered, "Frank, what are you doing? Let me go! Let me GO!"
"Ah, you know you want this, you know you want me to tie you up, redden your ass, and fuck it"
"No, no, I don't. Please, please, let me go."
"Honey, I'm giving you what you really want. You want me to, let's see, how did you put it, 'tie you up and fuck your spanked ass' and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I never intended to get you so drunk the other night, so drunk that even though I reminded you to lock the door, you forgot. I got about ten minutes out and thought I should check to make sure. Sure enough, you forgot to lock the door, and I heard you moaning. I thought you fell, so I went inside to check. I saw you, spread eagle on the bed, two fingers in your pussy, rubbing your asshole, finally fingering your ass, and calling to me."
Her eyes wide, tears at the corners, all she could do was slowly, almost imperceptibly nod, and whisper, "Please, please, spank me and fuck me. I want you so bad."
Smiling at her, he reached down and fingered her to another orgasm, When she began spasming, he took the little paddle and slowly, gently spanked her, first one cheek then the other. Gradually picking up the pace and the tempo, he reddened both of her cheeks until they were glowing pink and warm to the touch. He put down the paddle and moved behind her, dipping a finger in her wetness. Again, with one thrust he buried his cock deep inside her and stayed, not moving. When he felt her begin to push back to establish a rhythm, he began fucking her at a controlled pace. She pushed back harder and he inserted his wet finger into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She strained against her bindings, inhaling quickly at the unexpected intrusion. He began fingering her asshole opposite the rhythm of his cock, going deeper and deeper until his finger was completely inside her tight, waiting asshole. Then he added another. When she grunted, he picked up the pace, swirling his fingers to loosen her ass for his dick.
Once he got her into a groove between his two fingers and his tool, he pulled both out, and placed the swollen, glistening head at the pulsing star of her ass. He pushed forward, slowly but determinedly, listening to her grunt and groan. She gasped when the widest part of the head stretched her asshole open and again a split second later when the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle. Giving her just a few seconds to get used to it, he began pumping in her tight rear passage, little by little, bit by bit, watching her flesh try to pull his hardness back in as he thrust in and out. He finally got all of his dick buried in her ass up to his balls. He reached underneath her and pinched her nipples, feeling her asshole twitch and tighten with euphoria around him.
"Ohhhhh, Frank, fuck me, fuck my ass, spank my ass."
And he began, He pulled out until just the head was in and stroked forward. He pumped her like a piston. He watched the ring of flesh around him reach out on his back stroke as if begging him to come back. He started to spank her. He beat a light tattoo on her ass, reddening her cheeks again, harder and harder, feeling them get warm. His balls slapped against her gaping, waiting pussy and her hard nub of a clit. The harder she breathed, the harder he fucked her. He reamed her asshole while she begged him to continue. When he finally felt her shudder with another intense orgasm, he reached down and ground the pads of his fingers against her clit, mashing it into her G-spot, not giving her any choice but to have a fiery, consuming orgasm. He buried his dick in her ass, using his weight to help him rub her clit even harder and when she came, she shrieked his name and he felt her pussy's juices running down his hands onto his balls. When he finally felt like she had enough, he popped his cock out, watching her hole gape slightly then start to close. He undid her bindings and helped her to the chair.
While she sat, he put on his shorts and went to get some fresh, cold water. After she composed herself, he told her that when he saw her running up the block that day, he had every intention of fucking her as he did. He took the time for her to run up to the highway and back to jerk off and get ready for her. After showering and a light snack, he would have his finish, giving her the choice of which hole she wanted him to shoot his hot load into.
The End.
Was She Submissive?
As she came in from a long day at work, she felt tired and went straight to her room. As she started unbuttoning her blouse she heard a noise she quickly looked around but there was nothing there. Continuing with the task at hand she slowly removed the material from her shoulder and dropped the blouse in the clothes hamper and then with her fingertips reached the snaps and she released her ample bosoms revealing hard nipples as the room had a chill. She had a feeling she was being watched but she knew she was alone in the house. The zipper on her skirt got stuck as she tried to unzip it. She calmly worked with the zipper and it began to move. She sli
d the miniskirt down her thick thighs and next the lacey panties and stepped out of them.
She laid down stretching her arms out above her head as she leaned back into the feather bed. She loved her lovely four poster bed it was both beautiful and soft. She closed her eyes and thought deeply about the man she wanted as her lover, he had captured her imagination and now she could not forget him especially as she lay in her bed alone. Soon she was asleep and as she turned onto her back, she heard a sound it was his voice. He whispered "I am here my sweet and now no questions (touching her lips with his finger,) just relax and let me do what I want with your beautiful body." It was him he was there.
The excitement she felt rushed over her as her passion grew and with each gentle touch. She knew she would never be the same again... She watched his eyes, as his face gave no hint about what would come next. She wanted him and knew that he would not hurt her. Though they had not discussed being intimate there was a passion felt by both as they interacted. He was the man she watched weilding power in the office and she was excited by the thoughts of him being in control of her.
He came next to her and told her, "before you see everything you have to know what it is to see to see nothing" and with that he put a blindfold over her eyes. He told her "before I give you any freedom to do as you please, you need to know what it is to be bound and to be bound to me." Her heart began to race with her anticipation growing. He began to tie her to her bed with silk scarves he found in her drawer and told her don't struggle, be a good girl....With that command she held still and waited for him.
He leaned over and kissed her passionately and she knew this was the moment she'd been waiting for. She had been flirting with him for a long time but he never asked her to go out or be with him in any way before. All this time she had dreamed of being his in her bed and here he was standing so close. She couldn't see him or feel him but his cologne lingered in the air and the scent of it was intoxicating to her. Her senses seemed alive as they never had been before. She knew there would never be another first time with him, that she needed to remember everything about this moment of her life. She knew she would never feel the same way about being in contol again.
She wondered where he was in the room and as he moved around tying the scarves to the bed she would feel him caress her face, hands, and then her feet. He spread her feet and hands tied them to the bed. He slowly ran his hands along her inner thighs and then slowly removed them from her body as he got close to her passion zone. She had no fear because she trusted him. She knew he was the one she wanted to have this experience with. He was confident and almost arrogant about his ability to please her and though he had that aire about him somehow she felt he cared about her and her safety.
Then she felt his hands on her arms running his fingertips on her as he moved his hands down her body stopping to kiss her lips and whispering "now I am making you mine." She smiled and then her face was blank. What was about to happen she wondered? His hands moved on down to her rounded breasts and as if he knew her mind. He began to suck on her breasts and pinch, and bite her nipples as she squirmed on the bed. In his deepest voice he said, "I told you not to move." She laid still and his hands continued down her body where he found the nectar, knowing it was his, he certainly started the flow. Lifting her ass up a little and pulling her toward him he began tasting her. He started by licking the outer creases encircling her clit. He watched her face as he had from the minute he started. She began to moan and squirm again but this time the bindings tightened slightly. She was excited and wanting him more than ever before.
She waited to know what would be next would it be a toy? Would he lick her to an orgasm? Would he insert his hardness and allow her to know how it felt to be fucked by the man who owned her mind and body? A free woman but entangled in a thoughts of being his sex slave and giving herself to him. Was she submissive? In this moment all she wanted was to be HIS! He climbed between her legs and teased her clit with his cock and her moans filled the silence. He said tonight is not the night you'll have this inside your beautiful pussy, instead you will service my needs using those sexy full lips. With that he moved closer to her and put the dick into her lips. Fucking her mouth deeply as he held her head. He began to realize how much it turned her on and that she was moaning along with him. Exploding all over her lips and face...She smiled and he began to untie her... He whispered, "This is the beginning of your training." She thanked him as she watched him get dressed... Her submission had begun...
The End.
Surprise Visit
Making me feel better is my lovers favorite thing to do, and today was no exception.
It's 5, time to shut down the office and I'm dreading the trip home tonight.
Life can be draining, but I never want to let the 'problems' cloud my point of view. That just robs your soul of thrills and delights that lay hidden among the thorns of life. Taking my own advice is not as easy as dishing it out however. It's lonely sometimes and when I have to cancel plans to please my uncaring husband it's hard to remember there is more than just thorns.
"Hey Jenn, how was your day?" I ask. My friend from the other office is leaving too. She's so pretty. She inspires me. 36 years old and looks 18. Pretty Asian girl. Blue contact lenses, false eyelashes, tattoos all over her body. She wears spiked heels and sexy dresses all the time – and today is no exception. She offers to light my cigarette and I stop to chat. We love to have fun conversation while we wait for our ride home. It has been a good day, but so busy and demanding. I don't know why I feel so bad, but suddenly I just feel so envious of her and so sad for me. That is so selfish. Not like me at all. As I look at her my green eyes fill with tears as I anticipate the question her eyes ask...
"Are you all right Beth?" how can I lie to those eyes. She sees through me. It's not nice to lie, but the truth hurts so much. I start to cry.
"Ohhh, excuse me." I smile and my tears are forgotten as my bra buzzes from the vibration of my cell phone. Couple short and a long buzz, not a call. A text message. I pull my phone from its hiding place in my bra and open the text.
"BOO", is all it says. It's a text from 'Harley', my secret lover.
"AWWW" I respond out loud. He reads me. He is a country away and he knows my every move. We must have been lovers in another life. I straighten my composure to not let on how this man turns me inside out and upside down...
"What are you doing tonight? You going to your class?" Jenn asks as I snap back to reality.
"No, I'm going home. No ride on the pole tonight for me I'm afraid. I'll take the next session." I reply with shaky breath. My six week beginner pole dancing class was to be my freedom gift to myself, and slowly even it was being stripped away. I couldn't take much more!
My phone buzzes again – 'GOD he's so frisky, the devil', I pant out loud. My lover is nothing but thrills, roller coaster ride to ecstasy. Since we met I have come alive. Between our texts, email and online chats we have a secret life. And it's so good. We have filled the empty spot our sexless marriages have dealt us.
'Can I come over tonight?' he asks with little winkie marks in his text (he has a hot Winkie I long to eat!).
mmm... my dimples deepen and Jen smiles with me as I type back: 'Sure' I respond knowing he is a time zone away and could never really get here.
Suddenly I hear the purr of a Harley. My knees get weak. Oh my GOD. It's a fucking purple Harley, no blue, no... God, it's his!
"No bloody way. George!?" I beam as I turn to the sound of the engine. Jenn pinches my arm and reminds me that my husband will be pulling up soon and I better get my tongue back in my mouth.
"Oh Jenn, when he gets here, tell him I got a ride with 'Joyce'! He will understand!" my eyes shoot fire and laughter as I run to the edge of the parking lot and drop my purse.
"Hi baby! I just had to be here in person to tell you that you are wonderful just the way you are. Don't let anyone tell you differently. It is almost over and then you will be free to be you; to spread your wing
s and soar like an eagle." He says as he holds my face in his hands.
I look down at the eagle on his Harley emblem. He was meant for me. I inhale his scent and a life force so deep flashes and burns in me to my core.
"Hi Baby." George says,
"Hi to you too." I reply
"How is my baby?" he asks with concern as he squeezes me.
"Good! Better! I truly can't believe you are here." I gush.
"I hope you feel better, I'm going to make sure you don't let him and his bullshit get to you. Hop on, now! No questions. Just be with me." He says.
"Kiss me! If you expect me to get on this bike you had better kiss me." I tease.
"You are wonderful and should always remember that. I will make you." He promises.
"I need to feel you George." I pant.
He comes over and hugs me.
"God I need to feel your arms around me... mmm baby.... get on this bike!" he demands with a smile on his tanned face. His teeth are so white. He is so handsome.
We get on the bike and ride off to the hotel across the street. My heart races. I feel his warmth rush through me as we hug so close on the quick trip. I wonder how many times I have looked over at that hotel, and wished he was there with me...
He parks and helps me off the bike. We are just standing there in the parking lot hugging. As he tightens to me I feel him giving me some of his strength. So quiet and tender. No hurry. I'm just warm and safe with him. His touch shows me he will always protect me. Take care of me.
"Mmm, ohh baby. I feel so safe in your arms!" I tell him.
"Never worry baby. Never be scared." He says as he wraps his arm around me and leads me into the hotel, putting a room card in my hand and smiling at me with those mischievous green eyes that make me so wet. Suddenly we hear a familiar song as we enter the elevator. 'I need You Now', by Lady Antebellum. Oh how we long for each other. Our love makes songs make sense. Whenever we hear this one we think of each other, and now we are able to hold each other.
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