by Powerone
she not only did as he said, she tried to please him in ways he didn't imagine. He was sure that she was in her bedroom, masturbating. His mind already was racing with thoughts of what he would do to Carrie.
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CHAPTER 9
Second Date
Carrie was ready a half-hour before James was due, nervous at seeing him after her
strip tease. Would he mention it? Should she? She wore a short jean skirt that clung to her hips and ass. A short tee left her stomach naked, her bikini underneath letting her be that much more casual. She wore comfortable shoes for walking, but still was high enough to accent her lovely legs. James came up the steps wearing shorts and a tee shirt, the
clothes fitting him perfectly; even the shorts had a crease in them. He had a good tan, here longer than Carrie, sure that he enjoyed the beach often. She opened the door when he got to it. "Hello."
"Afternoon Carrie. You look ravishing today." His eyes glanced up and down her body, imaging her naked body beneath the clothes.
"Why Sir, you make a girl blush." Carrie giving him one of her Southern girl drawls.
She was sure that his mind was seeing her naked. "You certainly cut a dashing figure."
"I hope you don't mind a little shopping before dinner. I haven't had much of a chance to visit the town's small shops, been too busy with work. I need to buy some things to make my house homier. He was already opening up the door to his car, the top down, the air still warm. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from tangling, already anticipating the top being down. He liked that in her.
His eyes stared at the naked legs stretched out in the other seat as he got into the
car. Her skirt was hiked up high, almost to her crotch.
"I have a bikini on underneath it," Carrie seeing his eyes on her legs. Her legs were slightly parted, a bit unlady-like. She smirked back at him. "Unless you would like me to take it off?" She raised her ass up as if she were going to do it.
James smiled back at her. "No, at least not now. You look great." Tonight would be a different story. James got back into the car and they drove off to town. He parked on the main street; the tourists mostly disappeared by now, just the locals and the few that came off-season.
Carrie felt comfortable as James put his hand on her hip, holding her close to him.
Carrie wasn't surprised to see the number of people that knew James, especially the
women. She sized each one up as though they were competition, sure that some of them
were by the smiles on their faces when they said hello to James. He might be saying hello to them, but his arm was around Carrie. They must have gone into about ten shops,
James always asking her opinion. He bought a number of things, a metal wind chime, a
lovely red vase and a black box, lined in silk. She asked him what it was for, but he
changed the conversation.
They had shopped for two hours, James finding out more about Carrie, their small talk
revealing much about her. They sat down to dinner, a small intimate Italian restaurant tonight. James ordered a bottle of wine, the waiter delivering it and the salad, leaving them alone.
"Are you enjoying Tybee Island Carrie? Much different then when you grew up here."
"It seems each time I visit it gets more interesting. And more demanding of me."
"Do you find that is a bad thing? To let go and do as others demand of you. Many find it very stimulating."
"Do you?"
"I tend to be on the other side, doing the demanding. As you can probably surmise, I'm not much into women's liberation. My philosophies would tend to set it back fifty years.
"And our relationship. You would expect that to be the same way? You making the
demands and I would submit to them?"
"I don't think you would want it to be any other way Carrie." He looked her straight into the eyes, the smile gone from his face. "Take off your bikini bottoms and hand them to me."
She looked at him. Was he serious? She looked around the restaurant, half empty,
fairly dark inside. He gave no sign of wanting nothing else than for her to take them off and give them to her. He was testing her. She squirmed in her chair. She took another sip of wine, her throat suddenly parched dry. He continued to stare at her.
He saw her begin to move, looking like she was fidgeting in her chair. She made a
soft grunt, sure that she was struggling with the task, his smile returning as he saw her attempting to comply with his task.
Carrie looked around the restaurant, no one watching. Her hand slid above the table,
handing James her bikini bottoms. He took them from her and put them in one of the bags of the things he bought. She felt her juices begin to flow. She hated him for being right.
"Did you find that enjoyable Carrie?"
"Enjoyable?" She didn't understand his question.
"Did it make your pussy wet Carrie?
She should have lied to him, but she didn't. "Yes."
"Very good Carrie. Now spread your legs for me." The waiter came over, bringing their food. James could almost smell her arousal, or it was just his imagination. Either way he was pleased with her.
She felt sinful, her legs spread wide under the table, feeling the air blowing up under her skirt to cool her hot pussy. She ate dinner ravenously, not sure if it were her appetite she was trying to fill or her sexual desires. How would their date end tonight? A hard kiss at the door and another note inside? Or would he come inside tonight? And what
demands would he make of her.
James rearranged his cock, his mind conjuring up images of her naked pussy from
last night, her legs spread across from him, naked and aroused for his taking. He felt her foot slipping between his legs, spreading them wider when he felt her toes slipping up his thigh. Her toes reached his balls, rubbing as she smiled at him.
"Do I make you hard?" Carrie slid lower in her chair so she could move her toes up until she felt his shaft. His hard shaft.
Her toes curled around his cock as if they were her fingers. They slid higher up, his
cock jerking from the unexpected pleasure. She began to masturbate him with her toes,
doing an excellent job, sliding low in her chair to reach him. "Not only are you toes exciting, but your submission in itself is arousing." Luckily, for James the waiter returned, begrudgingly Carrie sat up in her chair.
"I'm glad I please you." Carrie was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She made no further attempts to sexually stimulate him, pleased with herself. They lingered over desert, both of them having a cup of coffee. It seemed that he held her closer to him as they left, Carrie gladly cuddling up next to him as they walked to the car. It was early, only nine, but James drove back home. Carrie could only hope that the night would continue.
James helped her out of the car, his eyes on her legs as she got out, his imagination
perked, knowing she was naked beneath the skirt, her bikini bottom tucked neatly in one of the bags. They walked up to the door of Carrie's house. She turned to him.
"Would you like to come in? Or do I have a note waiting for me?" It was the first time she mentioned last nights encounter. Their relationship was moving fast, Carrie not sure where it was going, but eager to go along with it.
James smiled. "I would love to come in." She unlocked the door, turning the light on in the living room.
Carrie was surprised to see it. She still could not anticipate what James would do.
That was one of the things that excited her so much. She picked up the envelope, tearing it open with trembling fingers. She read the short note, putting it back down on the table.
She turned to James. "There's beer in the refrigerator. I'll be back in a few minutes." She left James in the living room as she went to her bedroom. She fumbled with the things in her drawers until she found what she was looking for. She hurried to get ready, her fingers sliding up and down
her slit, her pussy aroused to a fever pitch. She went back into the living room, noticing that James had opened the curtain for all to see what would transpire in her living room. Was it the person that put the note in her house that would get to watch from the darkness? The thought of performing for not only James but the unknown
stranger excited her even more.
James was sitting in the chair, sipping a cold beer he found in the refrigerator. He also found what else he was looking for in the kitchen while Carrie was getting ready. She
pleased him when she came out. She was wearing a very, sexy bra and panties, a pale
blue. He had made specific demands that it not be a thong, wanting to entice his eyes with her lovely ass covered. She wore a pair of three inch heels, her legs perched high up, making her look even more desirable.
She paraded in front of him and the window. God, she had seen her reflection in the
mirror and she couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Or was it just that she was so
aroused by the thought of her doing as James had ordered her. It was as though she was his slave. His sex slave. It was so forbidden. To be treated as a sexual object.
James sat forward in the chair, motioning Carrie to move closer to him. "Very lovely Carrie. Do you like showing off your body?" He could make out the wetness on her panties in spite of just putting them on. She was highly aroused and James would use that to his advantage. "The curtain is open. Anyone out there can see you."
"If it pleases you." In spite of the warm weather, she felt a chill about her.
"Spread you legs wider." He watched as she obeyed, her panties pulling tighter over her mound, James able to see her slit. He had a much better view tonight and he would
take advantage of it to inspect her intimately. Soon he would know her body better then she did. "Show me your pussy, but leave your panties on for now."
She stood before him, his eyes glued to her sex. Her hands moved down her flanks to
the front of her panties. Two fingers pushed between her lips, Carrie spreading her legs wider at the unexpected pleasure of her fingers. She pushed her panties between her lips, her slit highlighted. She pressed each hand on the side of her mound and pushed in until her lips pushed out, the panties still embedded deep in her slit. God, she wished she could masturbate. Or better, that James would do it.
Her pussy was proudly displayed beneath the panties. She had puffy lips that her
fingers pushed out, a deep slit that already had drenched her panties. She aroused easily, an advantage for James, as he would push her deeper and deeper into his life style. "Turn around and do the same for your lovely ass."
Carrie wanted more, but she did as James commanded her. She turned her back to
him, her panties still sticking uncomfortably between her wet pussy lips. She spread her legs for him, wider this time. She knew that he loved a girl's ass and she would do all that she could to please him with hers. Her hands moved behind her, sliding over her cheeks.
She tightened each cheek, making it jerk and jump beneath the tight panties, enticing him with what she could do to excite him if he was inside her. Her fingers crept closer to her crack, digging into her flesh to pull her cheeks apart. She rubbed a finger up and down her crack, a strange fiery feeling between her legs as her finger ran softly over her anus. She had never felt such a thing, even with her own fingers. It was not a place that she
considered erogenous, but that was not James' opinion. She ran her finger all the way
from the top of her crack, pausing on her anus, circling the small hole then moving back down, bending over slightly as her finger crept down to her pussy. She pushed her finger in her pussy, feeling the tight hole opening as her finger tried to force the tight panty material inside her. She could feel the dampness on her finger, her pussy soaking the thin material. She moaned in pleasure, wishing she could play with her clit, needing to cum so bad.
"Turn around and take off your top for me. I want to see those lovely tits." She didn't hesitate, turning around; her hands already behind her back unsnapping the top of her
bikini. She arched her back, James watching as the thin straps gave in to the tension
released when the snap opened. She didn't try to stop the top as it slid off her shoulders and down her arms.
Her nipples tingled as the bikini top slipped over them to fall at her feet. She looked down, her nipples already hard and swollen. Her fingers could not resist, sliding
underneath to cup her breasts, offering them up to James. Her fingers pinched her
nipples, arching her back and moaning from the delicious pleasure that raced from her
nipples to between her legs. She had to step back when James got up, Carrie not sure
what he was going to do. She waited patiently as he slowly began to take off his clothes.
She had not expected that. He folded his clothes neatly on the couch, down to his shorts, his cock pushing hard to escape from the constraining garment. She couldn't help licking her lips when his cock popped out, Carrie able to see it much clearer than the night with Candy. It had to be at least eight inches long. The head was a darker red, Carrie almost able to taste his sperm, the head glistening in the bright light of the room. His balls hung heavy beneath his cock, his sack covered with his abundant hair. God, she never wanted a cock as bad as she wanted his, but she waited for him.
James sat back down in the chair, sitting close to the edge, his balls resting on the
seat, his hand holding out his cock in front of him. "Kneel down in front of me."
Carrie almost fell to the floor. Would he put it in her mouth, her tongue making her lips wet as they swiped over them? Her head was only inches from him, but she restrained
herself.
"Put my cock between your tits. Titty fuck me." James felt her breasts engulf his cock in a soft blanket, her hands gently folding her firm tits around his shaft, the head of his cock sticking obscenely out from between her cleavage. He settled back a bit, making
Carrie move forward, her chest pushing her tits out. She began to move her upper body
slowly, Carrie spitting down between her breasts until his cock began to slide on her
saliva. Her fingers tightened her tits, a gentle rocking back and forth, the head of his cock disappearing back and forth into her deep cleavage.
She had never done such a thing before, but she obeyed him without question. Her
hard nipples tingled each time they rubbed against his cock, rasping over the head of his cock, igniting a lust between her legs that she couldn't extinguish by clenching her thighs together. It was rather obscene, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her beautiful breasts crushed by her own hands, clasped tightly around his cock. And his cock, pushing out the top of her cleavage, Carrie fighting the urge to engulf it in her mouth. She fucked her tits up and down his cock.
James was enjoying her lush tits wrapped around his cock, but he wanted more, he
wanted her mouth. He saw the way she looked at his cock, licking her lips in anticipation.
"You can stop now." He saw the look of disappointment in her eyes, but she obeyed without question, leaning back, his cock released from their pleasurable pillow. "Would you like to suck my cock?"
Carrie looked down at his throbbing member, her lips wet, ready to engulf it. He
wanted her to beg. "Yes."
"Yes what Carrie."
"Yes, I want to suck your cock."
"You can do anything, but don't put it in your mouth yet. I want to savor that." He sat back as she moved forward. He rose up in the seat when one hand slid under and cradled his balls. Her tongue was already out of her mouth, as she leaned forward. Her other hand grabbed his shaft, her silky hands making it jerk in her grasp, her fingers tightening to control it.
Her tongue made a broad stroke over his cock, starting at the base, moving her hand
so she could swipe it all the way up the shaft. Her tongue lingered at the h
ead, her hand holding it from jerking away, her tongue fluttering just under the rim back and forth. She couldn't resist, lapping at the drop of pre-cum that leaked out the head, the thick, salty creme permeating her mouth. She didn't particularly like the taste of sperm, but her
arousal got the best of her, eager to do anything to please James. She was eager for him to let her put his cock in her mouth. She rubbed his cock on her face, unable to get
enough of it, her hand sliding up and down, her tongue always eager to lap at it. Her other hand gently squeezed his balls, feeling them floating almost invisibly in his ball sack as if they were trying to escape from her. Her head slid lower, down the shaft, running her
tongue over his ball sack. She gagged the first time his hair entered her mouth, picking them out, but failing to deter her from continuing her oral massage of his wrinkled sack.
Her other hand continued the gentle masturbation of his cock, her fingers gripping the shaft tightly as it slid up and down his slippery flesh.
She was good, her tongue licking every bit of his cock and balls, but he wanted more
from her before she would earn the privilege of sucking his cock. He slid lower in the chair, his ass rising up. "Lick my ass." His cock jumped when he saw the look on her face, the look of disbelief. He saw her hesitation. "I don't say things twice. Obey or you will be punished."
She couldn't believe that he wanted her to lick his ass. She had never done such a
thing before, nor had such a thing done to her. But she knew James was very anal and
she would have to submit to all of his demands if she wanted to continue in this perverse relationship. She looked down, his anus peeking back at her, the wrinkled hole a darker brown, nestled between his cheeks. Tiny hairs circled the opening. Her tongue lapped at his perineum, her hand holding his cock tight, not letting it move as she complied with James' perverse demand. She inhaled the musty smell, closing her eyes, as she was