Keyboards and Kink
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Reese suddenly grabbed her hands, stopping her. “Let me.”
Nervously, she lowered her hands, letting him take control.
Reese paused. Then he gently untied the ribbon holding her mask in place. The concealment fell from his fingers to flutter to the floor.
Hayley kept her eyes on his, her heart pounding wildly as she surveyed his reaction. This man had the ability to break her heart. All he would have to do was reject her. She didn’t think she would ever recover from it.
At first, his expression was stunned. Then he looked nearly anguished with relief. “I thought it was you.” Grabbing her face, he kissed her again, his mouth hard on hers. “You have no idea how badly I wanted it to be you.”
When she could finally pull herself away from his kisses, she gazed lovingly up into his blue eyes. “As badly as I wanted it to be you?” Then her eyes widened in surprise. “You thought it was me?”
He nodded with a chuckle. “Your game of twenty questions was a bit odd. Then the flirting…I almost died of embarrassment.” He grinned and brushed her hair away from her face. “It was your reaction to finding out my name is Ben that got me thinking. Then I saw the bite on your thigh…”
Hayley grinned with delight. “You thought you knew, and you still loved me?”
“I do.” He lowered his mouth to hers for a tender kiss. “Do you still?” His brow arched in question.
“I do,” she assured. “I was a little conflicted at first, but you helped convince me in your truck the other night.” At his sheepish grin, she said, “Now all that’s left to be said is…take me back to your place so I can tie you to the bed and have my kinky way with you.”
He groaned with desire. “Not sure I’ll ever get used to hearing Charlie’s little sister talk like that, but I think I like it.”
“You’re about to like it even more,” Hayley promised with a wicked grin. With that, she took his hand and led him from the club.
The End
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SESSION INTERRUPTED
Raven McAllan
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
“Hey girls, gotta run.” Maggie grabbed her parcel and waved with her spare hand. “Be good, see you all tomorrow.” She dashed out, mentally calculating her timings in her mind.
Twenty minutes to get home, if the Gods were good and the traffic on her side. Ten minutes to shower and dress in something better than running gear, and ten to change keyboards. How the hell she had to buy new ones so often she had no idea. Must have something to do with what she typed, too much hot stuff burning them out or something. She giggled to herself as she finished calculating her timings—and three minutes to start her PC. Loads of time, she hoped. She might even be able to slip a cup of coffee and a biscuit in there somehow. To remind her she’d not eaten since lunch time—hours ago—and that was only a miserly gluten-free salad, her tummy rumbled. She was hungry.
Her clit clenched. Yeah, yeah, she thought, I’m bloody hungry, and not just for food!
Last week she’d been late. By the time she’d logged on, the dismal message flashed across the scene. Session no longer available. She had sat on the floor and cried, and then headed into the bedroom for some hot, heavy, sweaty, but ultimately not very satisfactory play with her vibrator. Yes, she climaxed, but she felt empty. There was nothing like having a thick, hard, pulsing cock inside her—to be precise, one specific thick, hard, pulsing cock—or this weekly period on the computer to make her come in a way to be satisfied. At least until the next time she logged on for her session. She needed these weekly half hours to keep her sane, help her continue. Session better be available this week!
For once it seemed all the gods heard her pleas and decided to humor her. She was home, showered, changed and had fixed her new keyboard well within the time she’d allowed. To her delight, she’d even managed the coffee and a rather stale gluten-free bun, before she logged on.
“Come on, come on,” she muttered, as the screen went through its usual incarnations before the magic words appeared.
Session is about to begin. Please enter your password.
With a giggle, Maggie typed…
Incorrect password. Please recheck.
What? No, no way, please don’t do this to me, Maggie thought as she feverishly retyped.
Incorr…
“Oh shit, bugger and hell,” she said out loud, and rolled her eyes as she carefully deleted comeforme.
And changed it to cumforme.
The screen changed, the cursor hovered.
Maggie mine? How are you? Sorry I had to go before you came last week. I hope you came later, even though we weren’t together. I did.
She smiled even though she knew he couldn’t see her.
Yeah, not very good though, plastic is no substitute for the real thing. I need this session, it makes things so much better knowing you’re there, I can almost forget it’s not you fucking me—almost. How are you?
Doing not bad at all, yeah, sorry about that, you were late, I couldn’t wait. Great poetry eh?
She rolled her eyes. He was no poet, not with words anyway. He hadn’t finished his message.
Did you use the vibrator I sent you? Rub it over your clit? Put it inside your pussy, move it deep inside you, turn it to high, feel the vibrations, pretend it was my cock? Was your butt plug in, filling you every which way, reminding you of what we can do together?
The cursor hovered like a demented gnat.
Maggie blushed. She still wasn’t used to his frank words written down for her to read. She could imagine his voice—deep, dark and gravelly—speaking them. They sent tingles spiraling through her. She shifted in the chair, feeling her arousal increase, her pussy get damp and her nipples peak.
Answer me. Did you? Was it? Did you pinch your nipples, or use the chain? I can visualize it so well. Those gorgeous breasts, with your nipples held firmly in chains, standing up and begging for attention. Your clit rosy, your lips, all of them, red and full. Or was your ass feeling neglected as you filled your cunt with my present?
I’d rather feel it full with his cum, Maggie thought as she felt her juices soak her thong and coat her leg. Or his presence!
He was typing.
Maggie? Do you want this session to finish? Answer me now. My cock is twitching, I want to come. You need to tell me what you did. And what you are doing now? I hope you didn’t put any underwear on, kept yourself open and bare. Did you wax? Am I imagining that beautiful bare cunt properly? Lean back in the chair, let your beautiful hair spill down your back, that gorgeous red streak, a reminder of your glorious lips? Are your legs open? If I was with you, would I be able to see you, bare, open and ready, your juices coating you, making you ready for me?
There was a pause.
Answer me, Maggie or I’m going. Are you fucking yourself as we type? Shall I tell you, my cock is hard, my pre-cum is showing? I’m imagining my fingers in your ass, my cock in your cunt and my teeth on your breast?
She answered him, succinct and to the point.
No—and yes, and oh yesss. Her body shook with the thought of the erotic picture he was painting
There was a pause.
The screen filled again. Large bold letters.
Yes, what?
Maggie groaned and moved her hand from her clit to the keyboard.
I put on the chain; I used my vibrator and made myself come. But it was nowhere near as good as when we come together. Yes I used the butt plug… the small one; I’m not brave enough to use the other one yet. I want to feel you more than that. Yes, my legs are open, yes, I’ve waxed, and yes, I’m wet. Oh shit, I so want to see your face. Watch your expression as you come, as I come. I want to feel you in me. See those deep dark eyes flash as I take you in my mouth and milk you. Spend hours together, comin
g over and over.
Maggie took a deep breath, and her hand strayed to her clit again. Would he understand how much effort it took for her to write so frankly? To bare her soul to him, even in print, and not face-to-face? Not for the first time she was relieved they had no cameras on their computers.
Don’t lie, Mags, you’d love to watch him come, see his cum all over him, imagine you were licking it off him, she told herself. And maybe you’d be so turned on, you’d forget the camera and come for him, just like you would if he was here and not on a screen.
She waited, but the cursor stayed stubbornly in the same place. She put her finger inside her pussy, used her juices to coat her clit, and felt her breath hitch. One-handed, she typed… Getting close.
Nothing.
“C’mon,” she muttered under her breath. Type to me, tell me what you’re doing, let’s come together.
Nothing.
Bugger it; I’m going to come… You’ve made me hot wet and ready…
Still nothing. Then slowly the cursor moved
Session interrupted. Retry later.
What? That was too unkind. Later would be too late. She needed to come now. Hastily she scrolled back to his last erotic words… Shall I tell you, my cock is hard, my pre-cum is showing? I’m imagining my fingers in your ass, my cock in your cunt and my teeth on your breast?
She thought of the lovely sensation of his cock in her mouth. She could almost taste that special saltiness, as his cum erupted.
The thought was enough, and Maggie came with a shout. Thank goodness no one else was in the house.
Slowly, very slowly, her breathing returned to normal, her color subsided, and her shaking stopped.
She looked back at the screen.
Session required next week?
Chapter Two
“So, what did the lion do, Lissy? Was it scary?” Maggie asked the small girl bouncing up and down beside her. How she loved these kids, enjoyed the time she spent with them.
“Nah, don’t be silly,” she rolled her eyes at Maggie, the way a child responding to a particularly stupid adult did. “It wasn’t real. It was a person in a suit. My mummy said it reminded her of daddy, all big and growly, pretending to be dom-dom-inanny or something but soft inside. I don’t know what she meant but she went pink and sniffy. When will my daddy be back, Aunty Maggie?”
Maggie felt her heart clench. “I don’t know, love. I wish I did.” And she must remember to ask her sister about her dominanny husband!
Lissy sighed. “So do me and Cara and mummy. It’s hard but we need to keep our chins up mummy says, cos at least we have each other. What do you have, Aunty Maggie?”
“Er, you two as well,” Maggie said hastily. Well, she couldn’t say a vibrator, a butt plug and a weekly session!
“Well duh?” The other small girl—Cara—said. “We know that, but why don’t you have little girls as well? They could get into bed with you and do stuff.”
Yes, well, Maggie thought, amused. Probably not the sort of stuff she was thinking about. She ignored the pain the innocent question sent to her heart.
“Ah well, I don’t, which is why I borrow you two every so often. Now look, here’s mummy.” Her sister rushed up, hands full of carrier bags.
“Thanks, hon, I’m a wee bit bagged down here.” She laughed. “How are you?”
Maggie kissed her. “Fine, well as fine as I can be. I hear the lion was like daddy.” She checked to see if the girls were listening. They weren’t. “Dominanny evidently. You been holding out on me, Suze?”
Suze laughed. “Well, you know, Trev is rather well. Er, anyway. How are you managing? Is everything okay?”
Maggie sighed. Would people just stop asking her that? How many ways were there of saying fine? No way could she tell the truth and say… “Well actually, I’m alone, frightened for the future, and worried sick about what’s going on in my life. I’m having a virtual sex session once a week, waking up hot horny and frustrated most nights, and wondering when the hell this will be all be over?” Not when Suze’s husband was in China for three months, and she was left with two hyperactive four year olds to care for. At least Maggie only had herself—and Germaine the cat! Talking of which…
“Gotta dash, the blooming cat hid under the bed this morning, and if I leave him too long, the duvet will look like a shag pile rug. He’s molting.” And tonight was the night to have her session. However, she didn’t mention that.
All the way home she felt her excitement grow. Just thinking about what he might say, might ask her to do had her thong soaked, her nipples chafing the lace of her bra, and her clit tingling.
Once Germaine had been removed from the bed—yowling and scratching his disapproval—she changed the bedding and pampered herself. Soaked in the bath, waxed a couple of stray hairs, and made sure her skin was covered in lotion. She smoothed make up over her eyelids, added eyeliner and a take-no-prisoners mascara, which lengthened her already long lashes to an improbable degree. Colored her lips a deep red, and used nail varnish in the same shade on fingers and toes. As she dressed she blushed slightly at her risqué outfit. Well, he wouldn’t see it, but it made her feel horny, desirable, and wanton.
She was sitting at the computer, with time to spare, when the doorbell rang. Closing down Solitaire she took a quick look at herself and groaned. No way could she answer the door in fishnets and a Basque. Never had a dressing gown been dragged on so fast. She hoped whoever was there wouldn’t notice the fact her nails and lips were fuck-me red.
Maggie opened the door as far as the chain allowed. A package and a pencil were thrust through the gap to her.
“Sign here.” The guy on the other side of the door mumbled around the chewing gum in his mouth, without even looking at her. So much for her allure! Or her worrying. With earphones so deeply embedded it looked as if they were a permanent fixture, and the faint sounds of a football match seemingly coming from inside his head, Maggie reckoned she could have danced naked in front of him, and he’d only be concerned about scoring a goal, not scoring with her!
She was smiling as she handed his pencil back and closed the door, looking carefully at the parcel in her hand. It was simply addressed, To Maggie, for your Session.
She chuckled, and wondered what it was. She opened the box, and blushed. From boobs to clit and back again, via her pussy and her ass.
A camera and microphone with instructions how to attach them to the PC.
Maggie glanced at the clock. Forty-five minutes and counting. Dare she? Her mobile pinged to signify a text. Walking to the table she picked the phone up and looked at the text.
Do it for me, Mags.
No contest, she was taking off the protective wrappers as she walked.
Simplicity itself, the camera was fixed, and she had it angled, just as she wanted it, the mic worked and she was all set.
She logged on and waited.
Session denied.
What? No not that, never that, please. Maggie sat and stared at the screen. How could they? It was so not fair. This short interlude meant so much to them both.
She tried again.
Session denied. Session corrupted. Session locked out.
High heels were not the best things to be wearing in a temper, especially ones with four-inch rapier heels. One went flying towards the screen.
There was the tinkle of smashed glass. Maggie opened her eyes in horror, having closed them when she let fly with the shoe. Luckily her aim was as crap as ever. She’d hit a particularly ugly crystal vase that had belonged to her godmother. It was no loss.
Her phone pinged again.
Try now, use this code. Ignore cameras, lights, actions, mics, just get on it. Please. Oh but if they are all ready, good. I’ll look forwa…
Shit, that was it? With fingers hitting the wrong keys in her haste, Maggie logged in with the code she’d been given.
And could have cried.
Session available.
Gaunt, pale and tired looking.
It was him. His normally bright eyes were dull. His hair, over long, just as she liked it, straight, no hint of its normal curl. But it was him.
“Maggie? This is short and sweet.” The beloved voice was hoarse. “I have ten minutes, a promise of no interruptions. Show me how you look. Come for me, please?”
“Oh God.” She was crying as she stood so he could see her. “It’s really you.” A thought struck her. “Are you sure no one can see me except you?”
“I’m sure. Do you think I’m prepared to share that sweet, hot-for-me body with anyone else? I’m no swinger, you’re all mine. If I could, I’d show you how my cock is standing up, hard and waiting to be touched, preferably by you, but accepting it will be me. Sadly, I can’t angle the camera, so you’ll have to come by looking at my face. Touch your clit, Maggie, fuck yourself, let me see, let me hear. Let me imagine I’m there with you. Sitting in the big chair in the corner of the bedroom, watching you lie on the bed, legs apart, hands on your clit, plug and vibrator keeping you ready for me. Watching you fall apart and shouting my name. Then putting my cock in you, filling you with my cum…” his voice lowered. It sounded anguished. “Making babies.”
Shit, he should have kept his mouth shut. He’d put out her fire in two short words. Maggie knew she couldn’t say anything. She kept her smile on her face, and moved a hand to her clit.
“Fuck yourself,” she said, determined to be upbeat, and get him excited. He liked her to talk frankly, and she was getting better at it. “If we’ve only got, er, seven minutes now, you better get going, love. If I touch my clit, you touch your cock. Deal?”
I can’t believe I’m making myself come on camera, even if it is for his eyes only, Maggie thought as she began to tingle, feeling his eyes on her. It was like he was touching her soul. She felt her juices gathering, and knew she didn’t need a vibrator when he was looking at her.