by Alison Tyler
“The customer’s waiting,” she said. “She’s gonna be so fucking mad she’ll find a manager and tell ’em what a bad girl you are.”
Stealing the vibe away from my cunt, Levy turned up the power and whacked me with it, square in the clit. I winced, but I wanted more.
She held the vibe against my clit, and I struggled to get away from it. I couldn’t of course, but the pulse was too strong to bear. I tried folding in on myself, but that didn’t work. I was bound open. I couldn’t close.
“Customer’s gonna tell the boss you should be fired.” Levy whacked me in the cunt again, and followed that with a slap—her hand on my tits. The sting of it coursed through me and I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. “Boss’ll come looking, find you strung up in the basement with a massager hanging out of your cunt. You’ll be speaking in tongues, me long gone, you strung up and desperate.”
My mind was melting, and still I said, “That thing would never fit inside my pussy.”
A challenge.
Levy didn’t play any more word games with me. She just slid the vibe down and pressed it up against my slit. My pussy was too tight for that thing, and still I wanted it to fill me. I wanted the vibrations inside of me.
“Ain’t gonna work, little girl.” Levy pushed regardless, and my pussy lips spread wide. The vibrations were everywhere. I could feel them in my asshole, even though nothing was touching it. I could feel them in my toes.
I looped my fingers back around the cage, clinging to the wire. “Fuck me. Put it in. Do it.”
Levy eased the massager up into my slit, but she was daintier about this than she’d been with anything else. Constant pressure. My cunt was so slick, the vibrations so severe, that I thought we just might get there.
She twisted it this way and that, and my pussy hugged that thing, sucking it in. I wanted it. I wanted it. My legs were spread. Little resistance. I told my pussy to be good, be nice, let the big bad toy inside, and by some miracle it worked. The bulbous head entered my cunt and my pussy lips closed around it.
Levy turned the vibrations up to maximum, and I lost it. My whole body was a vibrator, running from within. I rattled the cage, screaming as I bucked back and shook. Fuck, I couldn’t move. So much blood had drained from my hands I could hardly feel them, but I could sure as hell feel the cable ties biting into my flesh. I felt like I was being electrocuted. I could hardly open my eyes, but when I did I saw Levy smiling like the cat that got the canary. She could resist all she liked, but she wanted this just as much as I did.
“You’ve had enough,” she said, when my knees buckled and I couldn’t recover.
“No, no, no!” I tried to right myself, but it was just impossible. I looked down at my skirt pulled up, my panties pulled down. The white massager hung like a cock between my legs, trailing a white cord attached to an orange extension. I could hardly believe this was happening. “No, I want more. I can take more.”
Levy worked the bulb head slowly from my cunt, blowing cool breath against my clit all the while. When it was out of me, the relief was as tangible as anything I could hold in my hand. Levy stared at the gloss of my cunt coating the vibe. She turned it off and then set it to my lips, pressing until I opened them and licked my own pussy juice from the toy.
“That’s good,” Levy said in a lullaby voice. “Good girl.”
When she cut me down, I fell against her and she struggled to grab something soft to kneel on—a plush, toy department hippopotamus with one eye missing.
Levy stayed there on the floor with me and let me lean my weight against hers. My hands got pins and needles, and I shook them out but they hurt like hell.
“You think your customer’s still waiting?” she asked.
“What customer?”
“You came down to ask about a fishing rod, said you had a customer. Unless you were making that up.”
I laughed. “No, that was true. But I’m sure she’s left by now. Hey, maybe I will get fired!” The thought enlivened me somewhat.
Levy pulled a box of mini–chocolate bars off her shelves and tore one open for me. I tried to grab it, but my fingers hadn’t come back to life yet, so she fed it to me bite by bite. I’d never felt so cared for in all my life.
“I’d miss you if you were gone,” Levy said. She ate some chocolate, too, and my belly warmed with sugar and compliments. “It’s my favorite part of the day, you know, when you slide down those stairs in your pretty little outfits and your big-ass shoes.”
I bit my lip but couldn’t keep the laughter inside. She pulled me close on the plush hippo and we ate chocolate together.
“You’re my favorite part of the day, too,” I said, though I was pretty sure she knew it already. “You’re my favorite part of life.”
The customer might have been waiting until the store closed for the night, but I would never know. I spent all that time gorging on chocolate and flirting with Levy, locked away in the cage of her subterranean lair.
BOUND BY SIGHT
J. Sinclaire
I bring men home. Not daily. But often enough for my crotchety landlady to give me the stink eye. She’s in the apartment below mine, an unfortunate circumstance that means she is privy to all sorts of muffled sounds coming from my bedroom at all hours of the day. My needs have no set timetable, and his gaze is upon me no matter the time.
I know he’s there. Comfortably stationed in the building across the way. Watching me. He is the reason I leave the curtains open. It’s an understatement to say it gives me a thrill to know he sees me in these sticky, damp happenstances with whoever has piqued my interest recently.
Today it was the grocer’s assistant. The strapping lad who’s still saving up for higher education, despite having finished high school more than three years ago. His blowhard manager regularly reminds him of this. Perhaps a decade my junior but still fair game. Normally too shy to even make eye contact, I managed to draw his attention with well-timed dips and bends for my purchases in flattering outfits. The first few times I let him steal his glances but the last, I met his gaze once he’d raised it past my chest. His blush was immediate and encompassed his entire torso not covered by his uniform. I decided that was the opportune time to make my move.
As the store is only a block from my home, I coerced his assistance in carrying home a last-minute purchase I did not need in the slightest: a case of bottled water. He was hesitant at first, unsure of whether it was allowed, but when he questioned the aforementioned manager, I could tell by his smirk and nod that he realized it would be greatly beneficial for the lad to help a weak little lady like myself with her chores.
My arms full of groceries I did require, I walked beside him at a slow pace, enjoying the tension in the air. My red curls draped over my bare shoulders to touch the hem of my aquamarine strapless dress that seemed to defy gravity as it clung to my breasts. Though petite, I had ample curves and a trim waist, a miracle of genetics that I did nothing to nurture. My pale skin had not yet had a chance to burn this spring and it was a stark contrast to the vivid color of my dress and hair. I caught him watching my body undulate with each step and smiled a bit more.
“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice already breathier than normal from the possibilities running through my brain.
He glanced at my face and then at the ground again, his brown mop of hair covering his eyes. “David.”
I let my eyes wander over him: tall and lanky but with more strength than you’d think by the way he easily propped the case of water on his shoulder. His drab green uniform shirt had lifted a bit to expose part of his stomach, well defined but with a nice layer of bitable chub. His black pants were held up with a well-worn belt, the last notch made by hand yet not quite tight enough as his pants still hung onto his hips loosely. His hip bones jutted out just enough to make me visualize using them as handles while I serviced his cock on my knees.
“Nice to meet you, David.” I responded, exhaling as I said his name. “I’m Audrey. I apprecia
te you taking the time to help me carry that home. I know you’re not supposed to.”
He cleared his throat before replying. “No problem.” He was looking at me but having difficulty meeting my eyes. His tall stature made it even easier for him to stare down my dress, and I smirked again at my obvious influence on him.
We walked the rest of the way in silence, which wasn’t very long at all. As I reached in my purse for my keys, he started to lower the case onto the front step and make his exit. I caught his wrist before he raised it in good-bye and we met eyes.
“Come in. Please. At least for a glass of water.”
He paused for a moment, licking his lower lip nervously before nodding. I smiled and went back to the task of opening the door. He picked up the water again as I let us into the front foyer and then led him toward the stairs up to my apartment. Switching the bags over to one hand, I used the other to grasp the edge of my skirt up to my thigh as we climbed. While helpful in ensuring I didn’t trip over my dress it also showed my shapely legs to David, whose eyes were locked on them with every step. I lifted the hem higher as I reached the landing, turning the corner and pirouetting to face him with one leg up on a step.
“Are you okay? It’s not too heavy?” I queried, certain that in this pose he could easily see my bare lips peeking out beneath my skirt. Maybe even the small tuft of ginger hair at the top of my mound.
He’d frozen on the stairs and was staring at my thighs. Even though he was slightly bent over, I could see the bulge beginning to rise in his pants.
“David?” I prodded when he didn’t respond. He looked up at my face finally, his expression dreamy and bewildered. “Are you okay carrying that up the stairs?” I repeated, and he snapped back to reality, his face immediately flushing red.
“Oh. Uh. Yes, I’m fine.” He didn’t sound fine. He sounded confused but swayed by his erection to ignore the oddness of my behavior.
I smiled at him and continued the climb, reaching the top of the stairs and opening my door quickly lest he try to run again. Glancing over my shoulder at his still bewildered but hungry eyes, I realized that would not be a problem. He followed me into the kitchen, a large space that shared with the living room. As the structure was not originally built for residences, there were large, boxy windows all along one side of the apartment, including the bedroom. Great for natural light and voyeurs. My watcher’s apartment was the only one with a full view of mine though, so at least that possibility was limited.
Dropping the bags of groceries on the counter, I pointed toward an empty spot on the ground near the windows for him to put the case of water before grabbing a glass and opening up the fridge. Pouring him a glass of ice-cold water, I swung the door shut with a quick bump of my hip and walked over to him. Standing close enough to make him back up against the counter, I coyly looked up at his lips as I handed him the glass. His hand was a bit shaky as he took it from me and for a second, I wondered if I was being cruel to someone so seemingly innocent.
The moment passed.
He took a drink and I moved closer to him, my hands on his belt as I started to undo his pants. My touch surprised him and he choked on some of the water he’d barely managed to swallow. Making reassuring sounds, I put one hand on his chest until he calmed again while the other relieved him of his pants. Any doubts regarding his level of interest were assuaged by his erection and the look in his eyes. He stared down at me; pleading, longing, mixed with a bit of bewilderment under a strong foundation of desire. Biting my lip, I ran my palm over him through his underwear from the tip of his head down to cup his balls, watching his reaction as I did so. He did not disappoint. Leaning against the counter, his head tipped back and he arched his body toward me.
This boy just kept making me smile. Releasing his balls, I hooked my fingers into his underpants and pulled them off slowly, lowering myself to pepper his stomach with light kisses on the way down. I took a moment to settle onto my knees and admire his cock. Large, as I’d suspected, though it was truly impressive in girth. Thick and solid, it was an intimidating sight for my jaw. Luckily, my recent succession of gentlemen callers had ensured it was not an impossible task.
Glancing over my shoulder quickly to confirm our positions relative to the windows beside us, I looked up at him and locked eyes before touching his shaft with my tongue. His body shuddered and his grip on the counter behind him tightened. I licked a line from his base to his head, my tongue swirling about the tip before pulling away.
“David, I’d like to suck your cock for a long while but I want you to fuck me after. Will that be a problem?” I was subtly questioning his stamina, not his intentions. He understood and quickly nodded his approval.
My lips enveloped him before he could finish nodding. Sliding just the tip of him inside me forced my mouth open almost completely but after a few strokes down to the hilt, I got used to it. Working him at a steady pace with my tongue, I imagined how he would feel thrusting into my cunt. My body’s reaction was immediate, my pussy flushing hot with desire and with it, words in my mind.
You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You dirty bitch. I could almost hear my watcher’s voice as if he were beside me. His words were potent. I eagerly sucked on David’s dick harder and faster. Sucking dick and aching to be fucked like the slut you are.
I moaned as much as the cock between my lips allowed and moved my hand beneath my dress to my already wet mound. Teasing my clit, I thought of the man that started this all.
He had dark hair and perpetual stubble that made him look rugged but not unkempt. His eyes were hazel and the first thing I noticed when he’d introduced himself. Connor. He’d chatted me up at the coffee shop down the street. Coy, easy flirting that quickly led to dinner plans for that evening. I was not afraid to pursue a man if I was interested in sex, but he was more persuasive and easy to say yes to than most. Dinner was electric, and his hand on my knee for the briefest moment caused such a reaction I was practically dragging him up the stairs to my apartment. By the time we burst through my front door, I did literally drag him toward the bedroom, but he stopped me in the living room.
He kissed me deeply, passionately and calmed my frenzied movements. He was intoxicating and it took me a moment to realize he’d pulled away to look at me. His arm around my waist, he walked us over to the window and pointed to the windows of the building across the way.
“That is where I live,” he stated bluntly and watched my reaction. My confusion and then dawning realization cleared the lust from my mind. Moving out of his grip and with narrowed eyes I replied, “You live in that apartment across from mine?”
He nodded, his expression blank.
I considered the implications. He could obviously see into my home. I barely knew this man. But he intrigued me.
“Do you watch me?” I asked him bluntly and that elicited a smile.
“No. I have seen you in passing, with a man or making coffee, but I have not watched you.”
He paused, not in hesitation but I think for more dramatic impact.
“But I would like to.”
The lust returned full force. It was not a kink I was aware I had, and I was still not sure it would be something I’d enjoy. But based on how easily the idea had turned me on, I was willing to try. For whatever reason, I believed he was honest about not watching me previously. He’d not done anything to send up red flags, though this would obviously need to be handled carefully.
I closed the gap between us before responding.
“I think we should start with touch before we discuss sight.”
His hands were on me immediately and he proved to be very good with the touching. Stumbling into the bedroom, he stripped me down quickly and pushed me onto the bed, going to work with his fingers and tongue. He built my pleasure slowly and methodically until I was begging him for release. I came so hard I nearly lost consciousness...and then I came some more. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my stomach and slid inside me from behind. He fuck
ed me roughly, pinning me down in place, and started asking me questions. Simple ones at first, that became more aggressive the more I complied.
“Does my cock feel good? Do you like it? Are you a good slut who likes to be fucked hard?” I agreed to it all, my orgasms tearing through me, each accusation heightening the pleasure.
By the end of it, I was a wet, obedient mess. I’d had rough sex before but his demeanor, his control of the situation brought me to new heights. The idea of him watching me thrilled me now.
I was coyer when I presented it to him. I walked to my wardrobe and donned my favorite red silk robe before returning to where he was sprawled on the bed.
“You can watch me...but I have terms. I will close my curtains if I need privacy. If I decide to end our arrangement, I’ll hang this robe on the window and you will respect my wishes. If I see you glancing my way after that, I’ll call the cops.”
I was matter-of-fact, and he smiled at my blunt approach.
“Perfectly reasonable. I have a request, if you’d be so kind...”
I smirked at him then nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing between my thighs triggered by the look in his eyes.
“I want to see you fuck. Whomever. Whenever. My business keeps me at home and distraction is always appreciated. Your body is enchanting and to watch it at lustful work...” He trailed off as he eyed my body and then reached for me again.
Lying back on the bed, he lifted me onto his cock so I was facing away from him in a riding position. Grasping my arms behind me, he bound me easily with one hand as he gave me instructions.
“Fuck yourself with my cock. Yes, that’s it. Grind me, push me inside as deep as you can. Faster. Show me how much you want my dick.” He growled the words in my ear. I brought myself to orgasm as I rode him, collapsing against him as I came down. He reached his other hand around me to grasp my neck under my jaw, pulling my lips close against his.