I guess there’s only one thing left to do. Wait and see. But I’m not sure how long I can hold out. It’s been weeks since my last lay, and though I’m not one to be led by my libido, this situation was ripe for some shit to go down.
Alone together in the country, with no one to curtail us, except my children and the servants who know better than to mind my business.
Add her penchant for wearing dick hardening shit, and what those beautiful mesmerizing eyes of hers seem to be saying, oh yeah. It’s a breeding ground for debauchery alright, and I’m already halfway there with the shit that refuses to leave my mind.
I’m imagining doing things to her tight little body that she may not be ready for, and it’s for that reason that I’m gonna let her call the plays. Because once I start I’m not gonna stop. I should probably warn her that her pussy was in danger, but how the hell do I go about doing that?
She can’t seem to make up her mind about what it is she wants to do, but she wants something. I’m not that green that I don’t know when a woman is interested.
But what exactly is it that she’s after? I guess time will tell. She only has a few days, at least as far as she knows, before Claudia comes back. Will she make a move before then? Or is it like I said and I’m reading too much into this shit?
Sydney
I didn’t expect to feel this nervous once he started looking at me in that way. That was my whole purpose for being here after all, wasn’t it? But sitting there pretending not to feel his hot gaze on my body was the hardest thing to do.
I felt the heat in my cheeks and knew he must’ve seen me blush, but there was no help for it. To cool myself down, I turned my complete focus on the twins who had found their dolls that they’d obviously left in here before and were playing house.
He sat back there for the longest time not saying a word and my discomfort only grew farther. I was too aware of him, and I was starting to feel like I was losing control of my own scheme.
I have to get this done and over with, there’s no more time to waste. I’d planned on torturing Claudia at least one more night, but there’s something in his eyes, almost as if he’s questioning, seeking.
What kind of man doesn’t just jump on what’s so obviously being offered? Granted from what I’d learned so far about him, he was one of the good guys, but no one is that good.
Still, I’d better not chance it. Since he’s not gonna make a move, then I’ll just have to go with door number two. I hate to do it, but if he leaves me no choice…
Tonight then! I’ll do it tonight, phase one of the grand finale. The thought settled me down somewhat and I was able to relax and enjoy playing with the kids for the rest of the afternoon, knowing that nothing had changed, that everything was still on track.
That night after I put the kids to bed, I showered and changed. I was going to be sitting down across from him for the next hour or so while we shared a meal, so now would be the perfect time to set my plan in motion.
I chose my outfit well. The clingy black wrap dress hugged my breasts and hips to perfection, while accentuating the slenderness of my waist. I’d foregone a bra, because though my breasts are larger than most, they’re still firm.
I placed the chain with the special pendant in the middle of my cleavage, like a morsel ready to be plucked. And felt more confident about the task I was about to undertake.
I checked out my ass in the mirror and smoothed my hands down over the material, watching it contour my body before falling into place again to settle just above my knees.
Slipping my feet into the three inch heels, I dabbed some of my special scent behind my ears and knees and one drop between my breasts as a bonus.
With that done, I gave my waist length fat natural curls one last brush through and watched them shimmer and fall into place.
Most people’s hair goes straight naturally after it reaches a certain length, or so I’ve been told. Mine never did. Another anomaly. The woman looking back at me was ready for anything. He didn’t stand a chance
There was one last thing left to do before I exited the room. I booted up the laptop and awakened the tired woman who looked like she’d aged ten years since I boarded her up in the room in the attic.
“I hope you had a long rest. I did leave you alone all day so that you’d be up tonight. I wouldn’t want you to miss the show.” She had that dazed look like she was already halfway to losing her mind. And the fun hadn’t even started yet.
She started to speak and I shut down the computer. I have no interest in anything she has to say. Had she even changed just a little bit I’m sure now that I would’ve still gone through with my plan.
I took my time and headed downstairs, striding purposefully into the formal dining room where the maid was now getting ready to serve dinner. Just in time.
His eyes came up and glanced over me before meeting mine. I swallowed hard at his gaze before finding my seat and sitting down. My knees had gone weak.
My hand shook as I reached for my water glass to take a much needed sip. I know water’s not supposed to have any taste, but you’re at least supposed to know it’s liquid. I couldn’t tell.
All my nerve endings were suddenly tingling and I was beginning to wonder who was the hunter and who was the prey. I composed myself somewhat just about the time the servant left the room after making sure we had everything we needed.
All I needed now was for him to strike up a conversation about anything at all and I could lead it to wherever I wanted it to go and take it from there. But he said nothing…for five solid minutes, nothing at all.
“How is your steak?” Oh thank you. I was beginning to think I’d have to come up with something else. Then again this was perfect, I’d already eaten more than enough so he wouldn’t become suspicious.
My hand went to the pendant between my breasts and as I knew they would, his eyes followed. I spoke with a soothing cadence that I’d perfected over time as I answered his question and segued onto something else.
When he looked away from my hand and into my eyes I almost stumbled but then his eyes flickered down again and I released the breath I’d been holding.
I turned on the charm, suddenly becoming more relaxed and just a tad bit flirtatious. Not too much, I needed to stay as close to character as possible, even with buffaloes stampeding in my stomach.
I took another sip of the red wine he’d had served with dinner, giving the impression that it was the wine that had loosened me up a little. All the while my fingers played with the pendant as his eyes followed.
When he started nodding his head silently to whatever questions I asked, I became giddy. There was a pulse beating between my thighs and my pussy was getting wet just at the thought of what laid ahead.
This is it Sydney, the moment you’ve been waiting for. I tested the waters by reaching out a hand to cover his and when he didn’t pull away I became emboldened.
My smile grew friendlier, my laugh a little louder and my look just a little bit suggestive. I was amazed at how natural it felt to do this with him. Not at all like the chore I’d thought it would be. Though I’m a little taken aback by how pleasant it felt.
Meanwhile, that pulse became a thumping throb between my thighs and I had to squeeze my legs together under the table. A silent little sound escaped and I bit my lip to hold the rest in check.
Running the fingers of one hand over his knuckles, I kept the fingers of the other wrapped around the pendant. I leaned in just a little, giving him a bird’s eye view of the tops of my firm breasts.
The nipples had already hardened and were pushing against the soft clingy material of my dress, and I had to force myself to remain in my seat. The power of whatever this is I was feeling was overwhelming.
It was the way he looked at me, the way the heat of his large hand penetrated mine and sent shivers to my crotch, which seemed to have gained a heartbeat of its own.
The room grew noticeably warmer, and our breathing seemed somewhat louder in
the room. That throb between my thighs was growing stronger, taking over everything else completely.
When he tugged gently on my hand I let myself be pulled around the table to fall into his lap. When his arms came around me forcefully I gave the barest hint of protest, but that was just for form’s sake. It felt amazing being close to him.
I let him nibble at my lips while the thumb of one of his hands played with the side of my aching tit. Shockwaves went through me and I was helpless to do anything more than feel when he lowered his head and kissed me.
My first real kiss, and it was mind blowing. Everything I knew about sex had been learned in a clinical setting. I’d learned the art of lovemaking the way others learned math. Only by seeing, and calculating.
His tongue, sweet hell his tongue. I didn’t know a tongue could be that soft, that long that thick. I was on the verge of losing myself in the moment so captivated was I by what he was doing, what he was making me feel. In a word, to put it crudely, I was ready to fuck.
I caught myself just in the nick of time. “Not here, what if someone comes in?” He didn’t answer, just pushed his chair back from the table and got to his feet with me held in his arms, close to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat.
I felt…safe, for the first time in a long while. There was something about the way he held me, the way I felt being in his arms. I wanted to cry. I licked his neck and nibbled his flesh instead, to stop myself from looking back.
His arms squeezed around me as he walked slowly up the stairs and down the hall to his room. I kept whispering softly to him, using the same cadence as before as I let my hand slide up his chest.
I went to that place in my head, the place I’d trained myself to go when the time came to lay with him. And now that I had him just where I wanted him, I was free to let go.
“I want you to lay me on your bed and fuck me.” Same cadence but this time loud enough to carry to the little device I’d planted. I felt heat suffuse my face at my bold words, but forged on.
I didn’t give him time to come to his senses, but started unbuttoning his shirt to get to his warm flesh. He helped me, his hands coming down between us to pull the shirt apart, sending buttons flying around the room.
He looked down at me and his eyes made me weak. I have no description for the look I saw there, only that it made me burn with need. And for a second it was just he, and I in the room, no old scores to settle.
For that second I let myself enjoy the sweet rush of pleasure as it coursed through me to all the places it did the most good. Like between my thighs and the very tips of my now hardened nipples.
He pulled me into his chest, still clothed, and pressed me against the warm heat of his flesh. His hand came up to hold my nape while the other rested on the swell of my ass and held me right where I could feel his hardness coming to life.
His mouth wasn’t as gentle this time when he took mine. It was ravenous, hungry, inflamed. He swallowed more than my lips with that kiss, it felt like he was tasting my soul.
I felt myself drowning and fought to hold on. That hand on my ass moved, and pulled me harder against his length. I drew my breath in in shock and something approaching horror.
That…can’t be. There’s no way… He did it again and my knees began to buckle. Hot liquid seeped into the thin crotch of my underwear and onto the crease of my thighs
He was holding me up now with his hands while his lips wreaked havoc on my senses. “Give me more.” His gruff words growled into my open mouth went straight to the growing heat between my thighs.
I rubbed myself against him, suddenly only half acting. There was nothing clinical about this, this was all real. And it was hot and magical and earth shattering and the best thing I’ve ever felt.
It only got worse when he took my dress between his big rough hands and pulled, tearing it from my shoulders and letting the pieces fall at me feet.
He lifted me out of my shoes and pushed one of his large hands between my thighs as he turned to lay me down on the bed. I didn’t have time to make a sound before my panties were torn down my thighs and thrown over his shoulder.
Sydney
I might’ve been the one in control when this started, but his show of masterfulness left me wondering if that were still the case. Everything about him and what he was doing made me want to surrender to him.
I laid there before him, my legs spread wide, naked, and forced myself not to close my legs as he stared down at my waxed sex. The look in his eyes made me tremble with…need?
His nostrils flared as he reached a finger out to trail across my skin that was rapidly heating beneath his touch. “Open!” He didn’t look at me when he said that but I knew I had to obey.
I spread my legs wider for him and accepted his finger as he eased it gently between my folds. The more he fed into my body the thicker it felt, like he was trying to force a log in there. How would he get that other…
“Ohhh…” My hips lifted off the bed as if searching for something. My body was suddenly awash with desires that were fast stripping away my control.
His fat thumb came down to massage my clit and my nipples tingled. I was almost mindless with need by the time he pushed me up the bed until I was in the middle of it, before coming down on top of me to settle between my thighs.
He held himself up on his hands as he leaned over me, just looking down between my wantonly spread thighs and my sex that was now embarrassingly wet, ready…waiting.
He made a movement with his head as if he’d just made up his mind about something, before dropping to his elbows and pressing that hard length into the core of me.
It felt like everything I was, everything I’ve ever been, was centered right there for that one moment in time. My body strained as if on its own accord, to get closer to the hard heat of his length.
He dragged himself down my body until his head was now between my thighs, over that place where I was starting to burn. And when he lowered his head and sniffed my sex I thought I would swoon into darkness.
Too much too soon. My senses were being bombarded with too many new feelings at once; sensory overload. I fought to breathe and then released that breath in a whoosh when his hands clasped my hips and spread me even wider.
I felt fresh liquid leave my body on a slow glide. He swiftly licked it away before bathing my flesh with his tongue over and over again. My body moved against his mouth and I wanted everything he was doing to me, and more. I pulled and tugged at his shoulders, whining in my throat like a needy little kitten, but I no longer cared. There was a fire burning in me and I knew that only he could put it out.
I reached down by his side, tugging on his slacks, trying to get to his zipper, but I couldn’t reach. And he was in no hurry to leave off what he was doing to me long enough to do it himself.
That tongue dipped inside me and I felt so full, and then I remembered his size again and my body went hot and cold. He felt my little shiver of fear and looked up at me.
Why was it that it seemed like he was doing everything in slow motion? Everything seemed so intense all of a sudden. Like the way he looked at me now. I felt like a trapped bird beneath that heated look. And for a second felt real fear.
Not physical fear, but the fear of losing myself in him, in this. I made another one of those sounds in my throat and his eyes flashed before he went back to savoring his meal.
It was good that he’d seen that fear in me, it kept in line with the person I was pretending to be. The person he had taken to his bed. And brought back to mind what it was that I was doing here.
Duty fought with lust and I have no idea which one won. But I knew that I was here now and whatever reasons had brought me here; something else had been added to the mix. Something new and exciting and so unexpected.
I wanted where I didn’t think it was possible. I felt what I didn’t know could be real. And when he lowered his head back to me I cried out as his tongue pierced my body deeper this time.
I was mindles
s, I felt it happening but couldn’t seem to stop myself from falling over the precipice. It was the best of both worlds. I was carrying out my vengeance and at the same time getting something for myself.
In the back of my mind was the thought that this isn’t how this was supposed to be. I’m supposed to be putting on a show, not getting caught up in the act. But I’d gone too far to pull myself back. My body had completely taken over now.
I couldn’t pull back if I tried and I didn’t try. I just let myself be taken under by him and did not let my mind go back to the shadows. To that place where self doubt and recriminations awaited.
I refuse to feel guilty for enjoying this, for taking a little something for myself. Something that I will no doubt take out for many years to come, to relive this moment. This blissful moment in time.
It was the only thing I was taking for myself so why not? Besides, I don’t think it was possible not to enjoy it anyway. He was very good with his tongue.
I got caught up in his ministrations and lost my train of thought when he sucked my sensitive clit between his lips and pulled. I saw stars and lights behind my eyes as an orgasm, the first in my life, rushed through my very being.
I screamed out loud as my body climbed high before crashing into a million pieces, only to go up again because he didn’t stop licking me, didn’t take his mouth away. And I endured the sweet pleasure pain, because nothing has ever felt so good.
Good heavens how can anyone withstand the feelings, the sensations? Is this what makes men and women mindless? The thought reminded me of our captive audience, but even that didn’t seem to tamper my ardor.
I looked into the corner at the little camera as he went down on me. I wanted to smile with victory but I couldn’t. My body was no longer under my own control. But I knew she saw and that just made this all the hotter.
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