“If I was your girlfriend, I wouldn’t want you to give me pre-worn underwear.”
“Lucky you’re not my girlfriend then, isn’t it?”
Leah’s hand hesitated over her bag. She had no doubt he was serious, and she had even fewer doubts that her body was already reacting to the closeness of his presence, but that didn’t make the fact of his girlfriend’s existence disappear.
As if reading her mind, he said, “If I’d lied and said I hadn’t got a girlfriend, would you be trying the undies on by now?”
Raising her gaze to meet his, Leah spoke with a defiant edge. “That’s not the point. The fact is, you do have one. Why else would you buy this stuff? It isn’t exactly the sort of thing you’d buy your mother is it?”
“True.” Sam stood back up. “It is also true that, spoken for or not, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last time you were here, and that I’ve told my partner all about you.”
Leah’s stomach began to turn cartwheels as she forced herself to hold his stare, trying to ignore the feeling that she’d stumbled out of her depth. “You told her what exactly?”
He took a step nearer. “That I’d met a beautiful door-to-door lingerie seller, who I’d like to fuck.”
Her calm exterior broke instantly at his confession. “You told your girlfriend that!”
“It surprises you that she’d rather I told her about encountering women I fancy, rather than keeping it quiet?”
The corners of Leah’s mouth begin to curve as she struggled not to smile in incredulous disbelief. “Your honesty is indeed surprising.” Closing her bag, Leah stood. “I should go.”
Trying not to inhale the delicious aroma of aftershave and sheer maleness that emanated from his creased shirt, Leah was forced to physically shove past Sam to reach the hallway, making her more aware of his height and bulk than ever before. She’d just reached the door when he said, “I haven’t paid you yet.”
Leah knew that if she was going to hold onto her principles, she had to leave now. “There’s an address on the bill, you can post me a cheque.”
“Sarah will be so disappointed.”
Something about his tone made Leah turn to face him. “Disappointed, why? You have her gift.”
“No, I don’t.”
Her hand seemed to have frozen to the doorknob. Leah could feel her nipples hardening beneath her underwear, underwear which she knew was an exact match for the packet of lingerie Sam still held in his hand.
With a dry mouth, she stood there, statue-like. In two strides Sam was right next to her, close enough for her to feel his breath on her flesh.
Pushing her free hand into her jacket pocket and gripping the handle of her bag tightly with the other so that she couldn’t reach out and pull his shirt from his jeans as she longed to, Leah said, “Explain.”
“She wanted me to have you, and then tell her all about it.”
“What?”
Sam put a hand on her shoulder, and immediately Leah felt a treacherous rush of heat flow through her.
“She gets off on it, and naturally, so do I.”
Attempting to deflect her concentration away from the pressure of his palm, Leah spoke with far more defiance than she felt. “And how do I know that you’re not just saying that so you can get your leg over?”
“You don’t.” He stroked a finger across her cheek, sending tiny shock waves through her nervous system. “But I know you want to find out.”
“You’re an arrogant git aren’t you?”
Sam smiled. “Yeah I am, and I still want to see you in that underwear.”
Leah levelled her gaze firmly to his. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it on her terms. “If I do this, I’m not coming back here again. Not ever.”
His eyes blazed with a swift flash of victory, but wisely he said nothing, merely nodding his head.
Throwing her shoulders back, Leah walked back to the living room, ignoring the voice at the back of her head telling her to get the hell out of there, and listening only to her body, that wanted her client’s cock inside her as soon as possible. Girlfriend or no girlfriend.
Determined to rob Sam of his assumed control, Leah thumped her bag onto the coffee table. With her heart beating fast and her hands on her hips, she said, “Right, stay exactly where you are. Do not move.”
Sam looked more amused than put out and obediently stayed in the doorway between the hall and the living room.
“If you want to see me in that underwear, then you can.”
Dropping her jacket to the ground, Leah maintained eye contact with Sam. If she looked away she was afraid that her courage would fail her, or worse, she’d start to think about what she was actually doing. Placing a hand either side of her skirt, she eased it to the floor, giving her solo audience the first indication that she was already attired as per his wishes.
Sam’s arms dropped to his sides as he watched her, and he leant more heavily against the doorframe. Encouraged by the hunger in his eyes, Leah moved her attention to the small pearl buttons of her shirt. As she undid the top fastening, Sam gave an audible gasp, which made Leah speed up, and soon her top joined the skirt on the floor.
The voice at the back of her head was shouting now, telling her how important it was to keep control, to make him wait. Tilting up her chin, Leah said, “So, what do you think of the underwear?”
“Gorgeous.” Sam lurched forward, so that they were stood either side of the coffee table. “I knew it would look better on you than in a lifeless packet.”
Leah moved her hands so that her fingers could trace the lacy outline of her bra. “It certainly feels good to wear.”
He almost whispered, “Are you the same size as Sarah then? I hoped you were.”
“It would appear I am.” She took one hand from her chest and placed a single digit inside the top of her panties and ran it over the belly beneath. “The question is, what do you look like in your underwear?”
Sam’s jeans were off so quickly that Leah struggled not to giggle at his eagerness and shatter the whole ‘in control’ illusion she’d been building up. Observing him closely as crisp black boxers appeared from beneath his trousers, and his shirt hit the table, she felt her crotch twitch with erotic anticipation.
His underwear was smart, designer with three little buttons at the fly, and more importantly, a telling bulge beneath. “Nice.”
“Thanks.”
Neither of them moved, the table acting as a barrier between them.
Leah licked her lips as the tension in the room continued to rise. “Your girlfriend must be a very unusual woman.”
“Sarah is one of a kind. I’m very lucky.”
“And you really are going to tell her how you fucked me?”
“Exactly how.” Sam knocked the holdall and new underwear from the table, sending them flying towards the hall, and knelt on the unyielding wood, reaching his hands out to Leah’s chest. “Action for action, groan for groan, climax for climax.”
With a massive effort of will, Leah took hold of his wrists and lifted his palms from her breasts, stifling the whine of loss she felt when the removal of his exploring fingers left her feeling dangerously neglected.
“And how will she feel when you report that rather than you taking me,” picking up his shirt, Leah twisted it into a long sausage shape, and moved to the other side of the table, “I took you?”
Deftly positioning her client’s unresisting arms behind his back, and tying his shirt around his wrists, Leah instructed him to stand.
Sam, a sly grin on his face, said nothing, but simply waited, presumably curious to see what the saleswoman planned to do next.
“Sit on the edge of the table.” Leah stood between his outstretched legs, glancing at the cock that was evidently stiffening further beneath his shorts.
She’d fantasised about having sex with this man all week, and although Leah hadn’t really believed her dream would come true, she had a good idea of what she wanted to
do.
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she trailed her painted fingernails down each side of his smooth chest, lingering over his stiff nipples, flicking their tips once or twice, watching with fascination as they hardened into peaks.
All the time Leah sensed Sam looking at her, his eyes boring into the top of her head. It wouldn’t have taken much effort for him to break free from his restraints, but he made no attempt to escape as Leah slid her hands further south, exploring the outline of his toned torso down to his navel, which she circled with light scratches of his skin.
Dropping to her knees, she bought her mouth to his stomach. With long lingering laps that made him tighten his muscles further, she tongued his flesh an inch above the elastic of his underwear. Encouraged by the growl Sam wasn’t able to contain, Leah’s kisses grew firmer as she gripped his knees to steady herself, her chest rubbing against the lace that encased it.
Drawing back, Leah shifted her gaze back to his. The ache in her chest was becoming unbearable; she felt as if her breasts were actually inflating. Placing her hands behind her back, she unfastened her bra, freeing her tits from captivity. Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of her creamy freckled chest and large nipples, which were pointing directly at him, as though they were accusing him of something.
Leah began to weigh her tits in her palms, easing a single finger up and over each teat, making herself gasp as she caressed her body in front of her semi-bound audience.
* * * * *
Following her every move of Leah’s masturbation, Sam gulped as one hand entered her knickers. He stared as she closed her eyes, the hand obviously manipulating her mound, hidden by the red lace. Sam’s cock dug painfully into his thigh. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more before he would have to have his own underwear removed, plus, although Leah was blissfully unaware of the fact, time was running out.
His breath caught in his throat, as with her eyes still closed, Leah hooked either side of her knickers beneath her thumbs, and edged them to the floor. Ideally he would have liked to see this through, to see what this amazing woman planned for his domination, but he had instructions of his own to carry out.
It took only a matter of seconds to release his hands, and, while Leah was lost in her personal world of pleasure, Sam picked up his shirt and Leah’s blouse, and tearing his eyes away from Leah, stood up.
Sensing movement, Leah’s eyes flashed open, but Sam was too quick for her. In seconds she’d been picked up and pushed, back down, against the large coffee table, a knee pinning her stomach in place, while her right hand was yanked up and attached to a table leg with his shirt.
* * * * *
Shocked by the dramatic turn of events, Leah’s left wrist was already being restrained before her voice came to her. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Taking control.” He stunted any further protests with his mouth, kissing her ferociously. “Trust me. This, you will love.”
Leah’s head spun. She’d been moments from orgasm, and she longed to come. She pulled at her arms, but the bindings held. As he spread her legs wide and attached her ankles to the table, she realised that he’d had as many plans for her as she’d had for him.
Robbed of the ability to move, Leah felt incredibly vulnerable. No one had ever secured her so completely. A natural control freak, she was always the one who did the tying up. This was new territory, and she wasn’t sure if she was thrilled or terrified.
Sam swung a leg over the table, and stood astride the tethered woman, his dick still a prisoner in his underwear. “You look amazing.” He leant forward and freed Leah’s hair from its ponytail, so that she could rest her neck more comfortably against the wood.
Leah was about to speak when he placed his warm lips over her right tit, and her words of protest immediately morphed into a drawn-out mewl. The sensation was increased when a hand came to her other breast, teasing the slightly rough skin around the areole.
A gentle click bought Leah back to reality, and she pointlessly struggled to sit up. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” Sam murmured through his mouthful of breast, and Leah sank back against the table. Her hair was already a mass of knots beneath her as her head moved from side to side in frustration at not being able to touch him, and confusion at her body’s total enjoyment of being entirely at the whim of someone else.
As Sam worked, Leah could feel the climax she’d been denied rise again, increasing in urgency with every lap of his tongue and each flick of his fingers. “Don’t stop, please don’t... I’m so close.”
* * * * *
Sam kept going, listening for the quickening of her breath that would tell him Leah could take no more. He was also listening for another sound, the sound of a packet being opened.
Leah’s back began to arch against the table. “Oh hell Sam, I’m coming, I’m gonna...”
“Not yet you’re not.”
Sitting up abruptly, Sam looked towards the hall, the shift in his weight forcing Leah further against the unyielding surface of the coffee table. “You took your time.”
* * * * *
Leah felt cold, as if someone had pressed the paused button on her orgasm, while her brain struggled to make sense of what her eyes told her was happening.
“You look fantastic sweetheart.” Sam beamed at Sarah, who stood in the doorway dressed in her brand new lingerie.
Blinking, trying to extinguish the vision in front of her, Leah forced herself to digest the knowledge that she should have seen this coming. Horribly self-conscious of her nakedness, she wriggled against her restraints.
“Don’t bother honey.” Sarah swept her stunning red hair from her shoulders as she peered down at the saleswoman. “If Sam has tied you up, he’ll have done it securely enough to make sure you can’t escape.”
Her throat had never felt drier, and yet Leah could feel the liquid continue to leak from her pussy as two sets of eyes focused all their attention on her prone body.
Sarah put out a hand and yanked Sam off Leah’s stomach, so that they were next to each other. As if she was a lioness marking her mate, Sarah kissed him deeply, leaving Leah in no doubt as to whom this man belonged to. Then, glancing at Leah again, Sarah said, “You’re right Sam, she is beautiful.”
Leah’s face turned from pink to scarlet as the other woman casually placed a hand, flat and unmoving, between her legs. “Tell me Sam, what’s happened so far? What have I missed?”
Feeling like a thing, a mere object, a sex toy for two lovers, Leah listened as Sam gave Sarah a blow-by-blow account of everything they’d done together. As he told his lover about Leah’s masturbation, she laughed, and Leah felt the blush on her face creep through her and swamp the rest of her shamed flesh.
Attempting to block out the conversation going on above her, Leah shut her eyes, but there was no escape from either the audible replay, or the pressure of the gloriously soft palm that remained fixed in place between her legs.
When Sam eventually stopped talking, Leah cautiously dared to open her eyes. The silence between the three of them was tense, the expressions of her companions unreadable. Leah felt the need to speak, to break the heavy expectant atmosphere that floated around the room. “You look nice.”
Even as she spoke, Leah knew her comment had been rather lame, but Sarah smiled, “Thank you, so do you.” She started to glide her hand gently up and down. “And you feel even better.”
Leah moaned softly as her body leapt a little off the table. Immediately, Sarah removed her hand, making Leah whimper in distress.
Losing another chance to orgasm deprived Leah of the last vestiges of her pride, as Sarah adopted the position Sam had previously held over her hips, placing her hands on her own chest. “Gorgeous, this underwear you sell, but don’t you find that the lace edging is a little scratchy?” Without bothering to let Leah reply, Sarah pulled the bra cups beneath her tits, and began to fondle her nipples. “How badly do you want to suck these I wonder? As badly as you want your own che
st sucked I should think, but perhaps not as badly as you want Sam’s dick in your pussy?”
Leah gazed up at the other woman, her brain racing. She’d been with women before, but not like this, not without some level of power, and not for a very long time.
“No answer?” Sarah continued to play with her breasts. “Perhaps you aren’t that bothered about coming after all?”
“What? No! I have to, please...”
Sarah laughed again, but more kindly this time, as she turned to Sam. “Time to remove those boxers honey, before they cripple you for life.”
Swiftly Sam obliged, and Leah sighed at the sight of him. His cock was as hard as any she’d ever seen.
Sarah pointed, and Sam went to the foot of the table, crouching by Leah’s tethered feet. Then, moving so she stood over Leah’s head, leaning forward so that her breasts hovered just centimetres from Leah’s lips, Sarah spoke bluntly. “Suck me.”
Engulfing the offered right nipple, a zip of electricity instantly shot through Leah at the sensation of having a woman’s breast in her mouth. Then, as she got into a comfortable rhythm of licks and nips, Leah jolted. A tongue was working between her legs.
It only took a few seconds before the orgasm Leah had been denied twice before raced up her throat and along her spine. As her pussy quivered against Sam’s greedy mouth, Leah’s cries of pleasure were muffled as Sarah pushed her teat further into her mouth.
Exhausted, Leah felt the final flutters of her climax escape, and her kisses against Sarah’s peach skin became lighter as the strain in her neck and the ache in her trapped body filled her with sudden fatigue.
Stroking a hand across Leah’s forehead, Sarah wiped away stray strands of hair, before she signalled to Sam to untie their guest. Then they helped Leah to sit up, and allowed her to catch her breath for a moment, before Sam abruptly picked her off the table and laid her on the sofa.
Seconds later, Sarah was astride Leah’s face, and Sam was sat over her hips, his cock pumping in and out of her as Sarah ordered, “Lick me girl. Make me come.”
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