Amanda got out of her car and lifted the hood, stepping back quickly as a wave of steam escaped the engine compartment. She had known things were going to be bad when the check engine light went from solid to flashing, but she’d hoped she’d be able to make it to the nearby town of Holbrook before that happened. Instead, the car had died three miles out.
Thankfully, she had two things. She was close enough to the town that she had cell service, and she had roadside assistance through her insurance. She called them, gave them her policy number, and her approximate location. They located a garage in town that was actually open on a Sunday, and reported back to her that a guy named Dave would be out to pick up her and her car within an hour, and to just stay put.
April in Arizona wasn’t terribly hot, so the wait wouldn’t be too bad. Mandy had snacks in the car, and water in a cooler in the passenger seat, so she knew she’d be fine. She rolled down the windows to enjoy the breeze, picked up a magazine, and flipped to the crossword puzzle that she’d been saving for that evening, deciding to start it early.
After about 45 minutes, a glint through the windshield caught her attention, and she looked up to see a tow truck heading her way. She placed the magazine aside, and got out to await Dave’s arrival. She pictured that it would be some crusty old dude behind the wheel, so when the tall, broad, dark haired, and blue eyed man stepped out of the cab of the truck, her breath caught just slightly. Then he smiled, and she just about melted.
Her eyes locked with his as he approached, “Amanda?” he asked as he walked up.
“Um, yes...that’s me. And you’re Dave?”
“That I am. What seems to be the problem?”
Her response came out in a breathless jumble, “I guess it overheated? My check engine light came on, and I was hoping to get to town, but then it started flashing, the car stalled, and wouldn’t restart. There was a lot of steam...maybe the radiator?”
“Hmm...could be. I’ll get you and your car back to town and take a look. Why don’t you hop into the cab while I get your car hooked up? Should just take about 10 minutes.” He opened up the passenger door for her, and offered his hand to assist her in getting in. She took it, and could swear she felt a prickle of electricity pass between them and blushed profusely. His smile got a little broader, and he closed the door once she was settled.
“Hot damn,” Dave murmured to himself. His customer was quite the looker. Her cropped copper colored hair, lithe figure, pale skin, and green eyes were already wildly attractive, but add in the smattering of freckles and beautiful smile, and she looked almost otherworldly, like a very sexy pixie.
He hooked her car up to his truck, and he opened his door and slid into the driver’s seat. He glanced over at Amanda, and she met his gaze with a shy smile. “So, I noticed the Illinois plates, where are you from?” he asked.
“Chicago. Doing the whole Route 66 road trip thing.”
“By yourself?”
“Well, my boyfr...I mean, my ex-boyfriend was supposed to come with me, but he decided to break up with me instead. But we’d been planning this trip for months, and I was damned if I was going to cancel it. It’s so weird though...I had my car fully serviced before I left, at a shop I trusted, and they assured me it was in great shape.”
Dave laughed, “Not to bag on your choice in cars, but you do know what we mechanics joke that Fiat stands for?”
She cocked an eyebrow, “No, enlighten me.”
“Fix it again, Tony.”
She tried hard not to laugh, but failed, “Anyway, Holbrook was not a planned stop, and if I’m stuck here overnight, I have nowhere to stay. I hope I can find a room somewhere.”
He shook his head, “Might be rough...this is peak season. Most of the hotels are sold out, and the ones that aren’t you probably wouldn’t want to stay at.”
Her brows knit in aggravation, which he found adorable, “Shoot, if it’s OK with you then, maybe I could just sleep in my car?”
She felt that little zing in her core as he looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, “Well, you could, but I have a perfectly nice couch in the office that would probably be a lot more comfortable. You wouldn’t need to worry about being left alone in the shop. My apartment is in the back.”
“That’s an easy commute.”
He smiled, “That it is.”
They spent the rest of the short trip stealing glances at each other, and when they pulled up to the garage, he directed her inside to the office, while he unhooked the car, and pushed it up onto the lift platform. At that point he popped the hood, and hooked the car up to the shop computer to run a diagnostic on it. After a few minutes the code came up and it wasn’t good.
Dave trudged into the office, where Amanda was on the aforementioned couch, flipping through a “Motor Trend” magazine. She looked up at him expectantly, and she was so lovely that it took all his control not to snatch her up and kiss her breathless.
He winced, and ran his hand through his thick mane, “Well, you have a blown catalytic converter. The good news is that I can fix it. The bad news is that I don’t have the part, and will have to have one shipped here, which might take a day, maybe two.”
Her face fell, “Oh no.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Let me check the internet, and make some calls...see if I can find one fairly close by. Another garage in town might have one, but they’re all closed today.”
He did as promised, but it turns out that all the other places he called were also closed. But he found a dealership in Scottsdale that looked promising, and assured Amanda that he’d call them first thing in the morning.
“So,” he looked at her and grinned, “can I take you to dinner? We’ve got some great Mexican places in town.”
She smiled shyly, “I am pretty hungry...and Mexican is my favorite, so how can I say no? But is there somewhere I can freshen up?”
“Sure. I just cleaned the restrooms this morning, I’ll show you where they are.”
Amanda grabbed her toiletry bag out of the backseat, and followed him. The ladies room was surprisingly nice, and very clean. There was a knock at the door, and Dave was there with a towel and washcloth, “Thought you could use these.”
She smiled gratefully, “Thank you so much! That’s very thoughtful of you.”
He almost looked sheepish at the praise, “The men’s room has a shower, if you want to use it in the morning. I’ll wait for you in the office.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long.” When he left, she wet the washcloth with some cool water, and smoothed it over her skin, feeling almost instantly refreshed. She didn’t have much of a need for makeup, but she washed her face, used some tinted moisturizer, swept on some eyeshadow and mascara, and some lip gloss. She brushed her hair, and fluffed it with a bit of hair wax, and regarded her reflection, and shrugged, “Eh, not bad.”
She went back to the office, and together they headed out. The town wasn’t that big, so they walked to the restaurant, making small talk and getting to know each other a bit. Conversation was easy for them, and Amanda found herself becoming more and more attracted to her companion.
The feeling was mutual. As they chatted, Dave found himself admiring her wit, her humor, and that dimple that showed up on her left cheek when she smiled...something she did often. He found himself feeling disappointed by the thought that she’d be gone in a day, and he’d probably never see her again.
Over dinner and a couple of large margaritas, the conversation started to get a little flirty. Touches occurred that could have been accidental, but probably weren’t. The air around them was electric, and when Amanda reached over to pluck a piece of cheese out of his scruff, he caught her hand and kissed it. She pulled it back slowly, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. He signaled for the check, and paid for dinner over her protests.
“Why don’t we head over to The Corral?” he suggested, “they usually have some good live music, and if not, we can just stop in for a couple of beers.”
She grinned, “Sure! That sounds fun.”
Dave laughed, “Well, as much fun as you can have in a town this small, I guess.”
Amanda cocked an eyebrow at him, “Oh, I don’t know about that…” with that, they stood, and headed to the nearby bar.
Turns out there was a good crowd, but no band that night. Still, someone had queued up a lot of good music on the jukebox, and after a beer, he asked her if she knew how to do the Two-step. She didn’t, so he grinned and offered to teach her. He led her out on the dance floor, but it turned out he wasn’t much of a dancer himself, and they laughed as their feet tangled, and they kept bumping into each other.
A slow song came on, and he took the opportunity to gather her close. She put her arms up around his neck as his arms encircled her waist, and they swayed together in time to the music. She nuzzled his neck, as he buried his nose in her curls, and breathed in the scent of her. She smelled sweet and fresh, like apples, and fit perfectly in his arms, her curves melting into his harder form.
“I have to be honest,” he murmured, “I’m tempted to pretend to not find the part for your car, just to keep you here a couple of days.”
He felt her smile, and she lifted her head to look into his eyes, “I’m tempted to let you do just that.”
A flash of lust shone in his eyes, “Damn, I want to take you back to my place and do dirty things with you.”
Amanda cocked an eyebrow, and a sly smile curled her lips, “I have an idea,” she leaned in and whispered it in his ear, and he drew back in surprise.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded, “It’s just like playacting, but the payout is generally some really hot fucking.”
He actually blushed, “I’ve never done anything like that before, though.”
Even as he protested, she could feel him getting hard, and surreptitiously rubbed his erection with her hand, “Seems to me like you aren’t unwilling to try though.”
Dave’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed, “Why don’t we get out of here, and finish this conversation in private,” he replied gruffly.
They walked quickly back to the garage, and once he’d locked the door behind them, he gathered her up and kissed her breathless. He looked at her searchingly, “You’re really sure you want to do this?”
“I do,” she whispered, “but hey, if you find you’re not into it, we can stop.”
“OK, go to the office, and wait for me there.”
Amanda smiled, and headed there, and sat down on the couch. After a few minutes, Dave strode in, an angry look on his face. She stood to face him, “Is something wrong?” she asked innocently.
He picked up a random invoice off the desk, “You could say that. The credit card you gave me to pay for the repair was declined. Again. In fact, all your credit cards have been declined.”
She looked down, “I’m sorry...I told you, my sister stole my cards, and racked up all kinds of charges. I disputed everything, but I guess the reversals haven’t gone through yet.”
He stalked over, and grabbed her chin firmly, “You know what I think?” he growled, “I think you racked up those charges, and you’re lying to me. I think you thought you could come in here, get your car fixed, bat your eyelashes at me, and I’d let it slide because you’re so pretty. Well, pretty doesn’t pay my bills.”
“I promise, I’ll pay you one way or another.”
“Oh, you’ll pay me alright. You’re going to stay here until you can, and in the meantime, I’ll take it out in trade,” he leered. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the garage area. He walked her over to the engine hoist, and dumped her on the floor.
“Get up, and get undressed,” he snarled.
She turned on the drama, “But I can’t do this! I have a boyfriend!”
“Well, your boyfriend is going to get to see what happens when his girlfriend doesn’t pay her bills. Now do as I say.”
Amanda supressed a smile...he was playing his role perfectly. She stood, and with some hesitation removed her clothing. She demurely put her arm across her breasts, and the other covered her mound. She heard him gasp as she turned to face him, and when she looked at him he winked. She winked back to let him know she was still on board.
He walked over to the work bench, and grabbed a length of industrial rope, and went back to stand in front of her. “Give me your hands.”
She hesitantly held them out, and he roughly grabbed her wrists and lifted them over her head. He made quick work of securing her wrists to the hook that dangled from the upper bar. Using the hand crank, he raised up the bar until she was on her tiptoes, her arms stretched taut.
He had to admit, having her helpless in front of him like this was a real turn on. Her skin was so soft and pale, her tits so perky, capped with candy pink nipples. She had a neatly trimmed thatch of red curls between her very long legs, and he itched to touch her.
But she’d said she wanted to be punished, and he couldn’t deny her what she wanted.
Amanda’s eyes went big as Dave slowly unbuckled his belt and slid it out from the belt loops. Her eyes flicked down and was pleased to see his erection straining against his jeans. He doubled the belt, and casually walked around her, running the loop up one thigh, across her buttocks, and down the other thigh. She shuddered, and without warning, he smacked her hard on her left cheek with it.
She let out a cry, and involuntarily tried to shift her body away, but she was strung up too tight for that. She heard a swish, and the belt landing firmly on her other cheek. She felt him against her then, his jeans rough on her tender bottom, his cock firm and warm beneath them, “Too hard?” he whispered, his breath warm on her neck.
She appreciated his care with her, but she wanted him to let go, “No. Please...please I want more.” She felt him nod, and he stepped back, landing two more hard swats. She yelped, but she felt the pain from the belt transform into a pleasure that pooled between her legs. She heard him leave for a moment, and then there he was, stuffing her panties into her mouth, “Be quiet,” he ordered, “or it’ll just be worse for you.”
Two more blows brought her out of her haze, and then two more lower down brought tears to her eyes. She was so aroused by this point, she was nearly humping the air. He let go another two swats in quick succession, probably the hardest of them all, and she let out a muffled scream.
Dave stood back, and looked at his handiwork. Her ass was striped with angry red welts, and he could see her shaking. He dropped the belt, and spun her around to face him. He took the panties out of her mouth, and looked into her eyes, noting how blown the pupils were. Spots of pink dotted her cheeks, and her breathing was ragged.
He gripped her chin roughly, and kissed her hard. She strained against him, mewling with the pain and pleasure. He moved his hand down to her neck, and squeezed, making her gasp, then with both hands began to knead her tits, running his thumbs across her nipples. He bent his head and took one of the firm nubs in his mouth, and bit down on it before sucking it hard. He did the same to the other nipple, while his hand moved down between her legs.
He was amazed how wet she was. He easily shoved two fingers into her pussy, crooking them to find her spongy g-spot, plunging them crudely into her, and pulling out. On occasion he’d stop to rub them around her labia, purposely ignoring her clit, causing more tears to spill from her eyes, this time from frustration. He slipped his fingers in her mouth, and she sucked her juices off of them dutifully.
“Do you want to come?” he taunted her. She nodded desperately and he chuckled, “Well, you’re going to keep wanting, because I’m not going to give that to you anytime soon.” He stood back, and slapped her tit hard. She looked at him with a glance full of heat, so he slapped the other one, too. He was a bit surprised by how into this scene he was getting...how easy it was to express this cruelty towards a willing partner; not to mention how turned on he was getting from it.
He lowered her a little so that her feet rested firmly on the floor. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured in her ear, and left her there while he went back to his apartment. He grabbed some lube and went back out to the garage. He spun her around so her back was to him, and squirted some of the lube onto his fingers, and worked two of them roughly up her ass, “I plan on using all of your holes, Amanda, including this one. I hope you’re ready for that.”
She moaned as his fingers invaded her. He was pushing all her buttons, and she couldn’t wait for him to make good on that promise. He thrust them into her a few more times, then smiled as she let out a small wail when he slid them out.
Dave went over and washed his hands in the shop sink, then lowered her even further until she was kneeling on the hard, cold, concrete floor, her arms still extended above her. He leaned down to kiss her, snaking his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it, wanting to show him what a good girl she would be for a chance at his cock. He straightened up, and undid the button and zipper on his jeans, and pushed them down, along with his briefs. His cock sprang out, and he was amused to see Amanda lick her lips at the sight of it. It wasn’t overly long, but it was girthy. He took a step forward, and she opened her mouth dutifully.
He slowly fed her his cock, giving her just the tip, and pulling back, then moving forward to give her an extra inch. Grabbing her short curls, he slowly worked his length into her mouth, and was pleasantly surprised when she leaned forward, and took him fully down her throat. He’d never met a woman who could do that, and he enthusiastically began to fuck her mouth.
After a few thrusts he would pull back and let her breathe, then he’d shove it back in, loving the feel of her lips tight around him, the suction of her mouth, and the feel of her throat as it closed around him. Occasionally she would make a desperate moan, and the vibrations would send shockwaves through him.
Dave pulled back, streamers of spit connecting his cock to her mouth, and pulled on her hair to get her attention. “Take a deep breath,” he warned, “I’m not going to let you up for air until I come. Understood?”
Amanda gasped out a “Yes,” and breathed deep. He shoved his cock down her throat, and gripped the sides of her head tightly and she bobbed her head frantically. He used her roughly, and her little cries of pleasure at his abuse were finally more than he could stand. “Suck good, baby,” he ordered, “I’m going to come, and you’d better not spill a drop.”
He doubled his efforts, beyond caring about anything but shooting his load down her throat. She felt his cock expand, and braced herself. He came with a strangled shout, emptying his balls, and like a pro she drank it all down. He slid his cock out of her mouth, and pulled up his underwear and jeans as she gasped and coughed, and got her breath back. She looked a mess...her makeup smudged, tears coursing down her face, and drool spilling from her mouth.
He jacked her back up into a standing position again, then took off his t-shirt, and used it to clean her up a bit. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, and she breathlessly nodded, “Good. Need something to drink?” She nodded again, and he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the office, and gave her a few sips.
He put it aside, then stood close to her again, his hands wandering idly over her body. “Now what am I going to do with you?” he mused.
“May I make a suggestion?” Amanda asked somewhat hoarsely, and Dave nodded, “In the back of my car is a pink satchel. In that satchel is a blue glittery bag. There may be some things in there to inspire you.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her, and walked over to her car. He found the bag just where she said it would be, and opened it up. He laughed, “You sure do come prepared.”
He came over and let her down, not wanting her arms to get too fatigued, but kept her wrists bound. He led her over the workbench, and bent her over it. He kicked her legs apart, exposing her sopping pussy. He drizzled a bit more lube down her crack, and removed the larger of the silicone butt plugs from the bag. He slid it up and down her wetness to get it nice and slicked up, then slowly began to push it inside her. She groaned as he twisted it slightly as it went in. Then he took out the small bullet vibe and turned it on, sliding it up against her clit.
She jumped as it made contact, and he removed it just as quickly. He played a bit with the plug, pulling it out until the widest part stretched her open, and hit her clit with the vibe again, leaving it there a bit longer, but not long enough to let her come. The desperate noises she was making went right to his cock, which began to work its way out of his briefs as his erection grew.
He let the plug go, and it sank back inside her. He gave her tender ass a swat, and freeing his cock, shoved it inside her. The sudden invasion raised her up, and he smacked her ass again, and planted his hand on her back and shoved her back down onto the dirty surface. With the plug in, she was ridiculously tight, and her pussy walls clenched around him. He slid in and out of her slowly at first, relishing the feel of her warm wet heat surrounding him, but his need to fuck her soon overcame him, and his thrusts became harder...more animalistic.
Amanda went boneless underneath him, the feeling of both her holes being filled decimating her with pleasure. His thick cock touched every sensitive spot inside her, and she became completely overwhelmed. So much so that she didn’t hear the buzz of the vibrator as he maneuvered it around her, at least until it hit her sensitive button, and she came instantly and violently.
Dave hissed as the orgasm overcame her. She gripped him so tightly inside her, he could hardly move. Her walls rippled around him, and her body shuddered and shook beneath him. He stood still, just enjoying it, and when her body calmed down, he slid out of her. He gripped the base of the plug and removed it, setting it aside, then lined his cock up and began to take its place. His cock was far bigger, so he added some lube, and probed her asshole with the head until he managed to slip it in.
Amanada was still so overcome, she barely reacted. As he watched his cock slide into her ass, he took the time to note everything about how it felt. This was the first time a woman had ever let him do this particular act, and it might be awhile until he found another, so he intended to enjoy it to the fullest. Her back passage was smoother, and so very tight. Even with the lube it was a bit rougher going, so he drew out and added a bit more before thrusting into her again.
She finally roused up, and propped herself up on her forearms, the change in position making it a bit easier for him to move inside her. He gripped her ass cheeks hard, digging his fingers into the sensitive flesh, and spreading her wide.
“Oh god,” she breathed, “You feel so good in my ass, baby...let yourself go. I need you to fuck it hard.”
Spurred on by her words, he quickened his pace, and soon he was fucking her ass with abandon, his body slapping against hers, his balls bouncing off her pussy and clit with every thrust. He growled as she rhythmically clenched around him, waves of pleasure massaging his cock. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been this hard, this turned on.
One more squirt of lube, and he began to move like a jackrabbit, his climax building to a peak. He snaked his arm around her, and found her clit, and rolled it between his fingers. She was making these little breathless noises that made his cock twitch, and he bent down to put his mouth by her ear.
“Come for me.”
He wrapped his other arm around her neck, and covered her mouth with his hand as she came with a wail. Unable to hold back any longer, he let out a grunt, and came hard, his cum shooting deep inside her.
They stayed that way for a couple of minutes, his arms around her, soothing her as sobs wracked her body. When his cock softened and slipped out of her, he untied her wrists and led her to his apartment. He propped her against the bathroom wall as he got the shower going, and when it was nice and warm he got in, and helped her join him under the spray.
He washed her hair, and soaped up her body, washing away any grime. She leaned against him, obviously exhausted. He washed himself up quickly, then dried them both off. He found some lotion, and used it on her sore behind, and her chafed wrists, then got her under the covers of his bed, and slid in next to her. She was asleep almost instantly, and he gathered her against him, wanting her to feel safe and secure.
The next morning, Dave got up before she did, and he was famished. He made them both breakfast, and the smell of the coffee brewing had the desired effect, and she padded into the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts. Her curls were in all directions, and she looked small and adorable. They didn’t say much - that post-coital awkwardness was strong - but there were lots of small smiles and stolen glances.
When they were done eating, she offered to do the dishes, so he gave her a kiss and promised to call the dealership about the part for her car. He rang them up, and they promised to overnight it to him, and then he got busy with a couple of customers. Amanda took advantage of the time to grab her things and take a proper shower, and do her hair and makeup. She meandered into the office where he was fielding a phone call, and sat down on the couch.
He couldn’t help but take in those long legs of hers, eyes traveling up them to her short-shorts, and the halter top that bared her midriff and the lovely slope of her shoulders and bare arms. His eyes met hers, and he found them sparkling with mirth. He finished the call, and hung up the phone. “So, the dealership is going to overnight the part to me. Looks like you’re going to be here another night.”
She stood up and walked over to him, and straddled his lap. His hands moved up her back, taking in the softness of her skin, and she leaned down to kiss him.
“Well now,” she asked as she nibbled on his lower lip, “whatever am I supposed to do with all that time?”
With a wolfish grin, he eased her off of him, went to the door, and turned the “Open” sign to “Closed”, and locked the door. He turned to face her, and replied, “Oh, I don’t know...I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Sunday, July 14, 2019
Overtime - Part II
You can find Part I here.
Charles Briggs thought over what had occurred as he drove home. He’d always been attracted to Emily, and was looking forward to growing his relationship with the sweet, intelligent woman who had so willingly exposed herself to him this evening. He licked his lips, still tasting her lipstick, and feeling the way her skin had yielded against his hands and his teeth.
He thought of all the delights he wanted to show her, to corrupt her a little. To gently - then not so gently - violate that sweet nature. To make her his. He wondered what she would think of the item in that box. Her answer to his rather pointed question made him think that she’d be mortified but curious, and that made him smile. Whether she’d do as the enclosed card requested is something he’d have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
The thought that she would, made him have to adjust his cock in his pants. God, she had such an incredible ass. Heart-shaped, with creamy cheeks he longed to mark with his hand prints, and later, with sterner implements.
He had wanted her from the moment he’d interviewed her. But her despicable boyfriend had always been in the way. He’d met the man at an office party, and realized what an insecure boor he was, when he’d taken Charles aside, and basically warned him to keep his hands off Emily, then later on was seen flirting with another attractive female employee, while a humiliated Emily looked on.
When he’d heard through the office gossip pool that they’d broken up, he’d understood the reason she was upset, but had wanted to hear it from her. While he felt a bit guilty for pursuing her so soon after the breakup, while she was still so vulnerable, it was that vulnerability that turned him on.
He pulled into his driveway, and parked the car in the garage. Entering his house, he headed to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a Scotch. He turned the oven on to preheat it for dinner, and went to the bedroom to change. He came back out, found the oven hot, and popped in one of the prepared meals his housekeeper had left for him. Grabbing his drink, he went into the den. He sat down on the overstuffed sofa and sipped his drink as he thought of thought of Emily on her knees in front of him, slowly pulling down his sweatpants to free him, and using her pretty mouth and tongue to worship his cock.
He reached his hand inside his pants and gripped his rapidly hardening cock, stroking it in time with the imagined bobs of her head as she slowly worked his cock down her throat. He wondered if she was trained in that particular skill. He almost hoped not, wanting to be the one to do it. He imagined her crawling up on top of him, straddling his body, and slowly sliding her pussy along his length before raising herself up, and slowly sliding him into her. Gyrating her hips, putting on a show. The strength of this fantasy had him coming just as the timer went off on the oven.
He padded into the kitchen, and grabbing a hand towel, he wet it in the sink and cleaned himself off. He threw the towel into the laundry room, and took his dinner out of the oven. He smiled as he tucked into the delicious food, amused at the effect the thoughts of her were having on him. He couldn’t wait to have her for real.
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Emily’s legs still felt a bit unsteady as she walked down the stairs to the subway station. Her train arrived, and she got on and sat down gratefully. She turned the small box around in her hands, wondering what was inside. Mr. Briggs had said to wait until she got home to open it, but she was so curious. She looked around the train car, and as no one was really around her, she undid the ribbon holding it closed, and took off the lid.
Nestled inside the satin lining was a shiny silver butt plug with a purple crystal decorating the base of it, and a small envelope. She blushed at the sight of it, took out the card, and hastily closed the box. She slid her finger under the flap of the envelope, releasing it, and pulled out the card inside.
“I want this inside you tomorrow.” was all it said. She bit her lip...she’d never had anything bigger than a finger up her ass before, and while this plug wasn’t overly large, it was certainly larger than anything she was used to. When her train got to her stop she got off, and once she reached street level, headed toward the nearby drugstore. If she was going to try it, she knew she’d need some lube. Thankfully she needed a couple of other things too.
She walked in, and grabbed a shopping basket. She picked up the items she needed, then headed toward the feminine needs aisle. She found a small bottle of lube, and tucked it in with the rest of her purchases. Thankfully there was a woman at the cashier’s counter, and she didn’t look twice at what Emily was buying, and rang her up quickly.
After she paid and left, she headed toward her apartment. She was too wound up to cook, so she stopped and got a burger and fries to go from the fast food place on the way home. Once inside she sat down and ate her dinner. After she cleaned up, she slid the box from her bag, grabbed the bottle of lube, and went to the couch.
Emily took out the plug, and contemplated it. It was perfectly smooth, with a rounded tip. The bulb of it was pear shaped, the neck of it very narrow until it flared out at the base. The gem at the end wasn’t cheap plastic...it was cool to the touch, and felt like real lead crystal. It was beautiful in its own way, like a piece of jewelry. She smiled...purple was a favorite color of hers, and she wore it often. It was obvious from the color of the gem that he’d noticed.
She hastily undressed, and knelt on the cushions with her legs spread, gripping the back of the couch. She was still wet from earlier, and newly turned on. She stroked her pussy, delving her fingers inside. When they were good and slick, she slid one of them into her ass. She gasped as she moved it in and out, fantasizing that it was Mr. Briggs behind her, that it was his finger. As she got used to the feeling, she added another finger, stretching her rosebud, and trying to relax it.
She reached down with her other hand for the lube and the plug, and put them on the back of the couch. She grabbed the lube, and unscrewed the lid with her teeth, then reached back and drizzled some down her ass crack. With her fingers nice and slippery, she found herself beginning to ride her fingers, feeling her juices start to slide down her thighs. It began to feel more comfortable, and somewhat amazing. She slid her other hand down her front, and began to stroke her clit as her fingers worked her ass.
Emily imagined Mr. Briggs behind her, leaning over her, plundering her ass with his thick fingers as he whispered in her ear how much he wanted to fuck her ass...to pound his cock inside her until her legs got so weak she couldn’t stand.
She came with a shout, startled at the feeling of her ass contracting around her fingers. She withdrew them slowly, and in a bit of a daze went to the kitchen to wash her hands, and clean herself up a bit. Taking a towel with her, she then went back to the couch and resumed her previous position. She lubed up the plug, and again teased her back hole with her fingers for a bit, noting the angle they were inside her. Taking them out, she wiped them on the towel, then taking the plug she put the tip against the ring of muscle, and slowly worked it inside. It was easy at first, but as the plug widened, she felt herself contract. She forced herself to relax, and took in a deep breath. As she blew it out slowly, she pressed the base of it again, and it suddenly all went inside, until just the jeweled base nestled between her cheeks.
She sat up a bit...it felt so strange inside her. She stood up slowly, and took a few steps, wondering if it would be something she could wear all day. She took a lap around the living room, and while the feeling that it was going to come out finally subsided, she was still very aware that it was there. She imagined having it in all day would leave her in quite a state, which she assumed was the point.
She decided to leave it in until bedtime, and went about her usual evening routine. But no matter what she did, she was constantly aware of it. When it was time for her to go to bed, she was almost relieved. She took it out carefully, washed it thoroughly, and put it on the sink to dry.
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When Charles walked in the office the next morning and went past Emily’s desk, he was amused to see her in a purple blouse, with pretty amethyst earrings peeking out from behind the tendrils of her updo. She glanced up at him and gave him a shy smile as he passed, but didn’t say a word.
Their day went as normal. As she was in and out of his office, he tried to guess from the way she moved if she had the plug in, but he couldn’t quite tell if she did or not. It made waiting for the end of the day - and his cock - that much harder.
When five o’clock came around, and the office emptied, he waited impatiently at his desk for ten minutes before buzzing her phone. When she answered, he gave a curt command for her to come to his office. When she came to the doorway, he gazed at her admiringly. She was so stunning, with her jet black hair and blue eyes, and the purple blouse set off her coloring so well. He waved her in, and she closed and locked the door behind her.
“Close the blinds, too,” he murmured.
She did as he requested, and came back to stand in front of his desk.
He leaned back in his chair, “Undress...and take down your hair.”
Emily’s face was serious as she removed her blouse and skirt, and draped them over a chair. She removed the black lace bra, and before removing her panties, took the combs out of her hair and let it fall in black waves down her chest and back. As she hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, he stopped her.
“Not yet. Turn around first.”
She gave a knowing smile, and did as he asked. She slid them teasingly down her ass, and bent over to pull them down further, showing that she did indeed have the plug in. He inhaled sharply as it was exposed. Like a shot, he stood up and was around the desk. He spun Emily around, and bent her over the desk, kicking her legs apart. He delved his fingers between her legs, and moaned as he felt how wet she was. He ran his hands up her back, then down to cup her buttocks, marveling at the feel of her silky skin against his palms.
He bent over, and put has hand around her neck, his lips close to her ear, “I want to turn this ass of yours a lovely shade of red. Would let me do this?”
Her breath hitched as she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
He stood up, and expertly smacked her left cheek. She raised up on her tip-toes, letting out a small cry. He smoothed his hand over that spot, feeling the skin begin to warm. He then repeated these actions on her right cheek. He gave her ten spanks, scattering them across her ass, until it was covered in a rosy blush.
He leaned over again, “Before we continue, I need a safe word.”
She let out a ragged breath, “Violet.”
“Noted. I’d like to give you ten more, would that be too much?”
Emily shook her head, “No Sir. Please...I want more.”
He stood up straight, and grabbed her hair, wrapped it in his left hand, and pulled slightly, causing her to arch her back, and lift her ass even higher. He rained down ten more swats, feeling her hot skin, damp with sweat. Her body was trembling, and his fingers explored between her legs again, stroking her clit. She bucked back against him, and he growled, “Stay still.”
She did as he asked, and when he felt her body tense, he stopped. Emily let out a sob...she was taut as a violin string in his hands, and desperate to come. He reached for the base of the plug, and pulled on it gently. She bucked back again, and he gave her ass a hard smack. She moaned, and tried to settle. He moved between the plug and her clit...playing first with one, and then the other.
“What do you want, Emily?” he asked.
“Please, Sir...I want you to fuck me,” she replied breathlessly.
“You don’t want to come?” he teased.
“Yes, Sir! I want to come too!” she cried.
“You’ll have to earn it. Turn around and get on your knees.”
She did as he asked, but instead of feeding her his cock as she was expecting, he sat down in the chair, and undid his pants. Pulling out his cock, he began to stroke it. “Play with yourself. I want you to edge yourself three times. If you can do that without coming, I’ll give you the fucking you’re craving so badly.”
He watched in fascination as she stroked herself, pinching her nipples, and fingering her pussy. Three times she got right to the brink, and he watched raptly to see if she’d climax, but she always stopped just before that happened. Part of him was disappointed. He would have loved to have had her suck him off, and then leave her hanging...desperate, plugged, and dripping. But the other part was thrilled that he’d finally get to own that cunt of hers.
He gripped her arm and hauled her up, once again draping her over the desk. Leaving her there for a moment, he went behind his desk and rummaged in his top drawer, taking out one of the condoms, and some lube that he’d stashed there this morning. He slid the condom on, and dripped a few drops of lube around her back entrance, spinning the plug, and getting it nice and slick. Without warning, he shoved his cock into her pussy, causing her to cry out. And this time when she bucked back against him, he let her. With the plug in, she was so tight, and felt so full.
And she was so very wet. He wrapped his arm around her neck, and pulled her up against him. “Come on my cock,” he ordered as he hammered into her, his fingers stroking her clit. She came almost instantaneously, contracting along his length, and around the plug. He continued to pound her mercilessly, and her hands came up and wrapped around his arm, holding on for dear life. She came a second time, crying out, and he felt her legs start to wobble. He eased her back down onto the desk, and slowed his thrusts. He gripped the base of the plug, and worked her holes. As his cock went in, he pulled the plug partially out. When he pulled his cock out, the plug slid back in.
Emily went boneless, overwhelmed with feeling of being double penetrated, and sobbed tears of joy and pain. When Charles pulled the plug out and put it aside, she assumed he was going to fuck her ass, and she found she was desperate for him to do so. She reached back and spread her cheeks in invitation, but he just chuckled, “Not today, my dear...this was just a preview.”
He picked up his movements again, driving into her, until he came with a groan. He collapsed on top of her, and rested there a moment, relishing the feel of her against him. He kissed down her back as he pulled out of her and stood. He opened the office door and peeked out...all was clear so he went to the men’s room and neatened up. He wet some paper towels, and went back to his office.
Emily was still resting on the desk. She jumped slightly as the damp, slightly rough towels touched her sensitive mound. Charles cleaned her up a bit, and helped her stand. He turned her around, and wrapped her up tightly in his arms. Overwhelmed, she shook as she cried a little. She was suddenly exhausted.
Charles sat her down in the chair, and helped her get dressed. He kissed her gently, “Get freshened up...we’ll go get dinner.” She gathered up her things, and went to the ladies room. She washed the plug, and wrapped it in some paper towels so she could put it in her purse, straightened her clothes, put her hair back up, and touched up her makeup as best as she could. She met him in the hall, and they walked to her desk to get her things. As they got the elevator down, he kept his hand gently on her lower back, and led her to his car once they reached his level of the parking garage.
They went to dinner at a small and intimate place he knew of. The food was simple but good, and they shared a bottle of wine as they ate. They chatted amiably and easily, getting to know each other better. He managed to finally get her to call him by his first name, and by the end of their meal they were laughing and talking openly about many topics. He was charmed by her wit, her innocence and beauty, and felt disappointment at having to take her home.
But he drove her back to her place, and walked her up to her apartment. They stood in the hall, she leaning against her door, him standing close to her, and said their good nights. Before she went in, she looked at him with a little twinkle in her eye, “There is no Benedict Proposal, is there Charles?”
He laughed, and gave her a lusty kiss, “No, there isn’t. Are you OK with that?”
She smiled brightly, “Absolutely. Good night, Sir.”
“Good night, darling. Sleep well.”
Charles Briggs thought over what had occurred as he drove home. He’d always been attracted to Emily, and was looking forward to growing his relationship with the sweet, intelligent woman who had so willingly exposed herself to him this evening. He licked his lips, still tasting her lipstick, and feeling the way her skin had yielded against his hands and his teeth.
He thought of all the delights he wanted to show her, to corrupt her a little. To gently - then not so gently - violate that sweet nature. To make her his. He wondered what she would think of the item in that box. Her answer to his rather pointed question made him think that she’d be mortified but curious, and that made him smile. Whether she’d do as the enclosed card requested is something he’d have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
The thought that she would, made him have to adjust his cock in his pants. God, she had such an incredible ass. Heart-shaped, with creamy cheeks he longed to mark with his hand prints, and later, with sterner implements.
He had wanted her from the moment he’d interviewed her. But her despicable boyfriend had always been in the way. He’d met the man at an office party, and realized what an insecure boor he was, when he’d taken Charles aside, and basically warned him to keep his hands off Emily, then later on was seen flirting with another attractive female employee, while a humiliated Emily looked on.
When he’d heard through the office gossip pool that they’d broken up, he’d understood the reason she was upset, but had wanted to hear it from her. While he felt a bit guilty for pursuing her so soon after the breakup, while she was still so vulnerable, it was that vulnerability that turned him on.
He pulled into his driveway, and parked the car in the garage. Entering his house, he headed to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a Scotch. He turned the oven on to preheat it for dinner, and went to the bedroom to change. He came back out, found the oven hot, and popped in one of the prepared meals his housekeeper had left for him. Grabbing his drink, he went into the den. He sat down on the overstuffed sofa and sipped his drink as he thought of thought of Emily on her knees in front of him, slowly pulling down his sweatpants to free him, and using her pretty mouth and tongue to worship his cock.
He reached his hand inside his pants and gripped his rapidly hardening cock, stroking it in time with the imagined bobs of her head as she slowly worked his cock down her throat. He wondered if she was trained in that particular skill. He almost hoped not, wanting to be the one to do it. He imagined her crawling up on top of him, straddling his body, and slowly sliding her pussy along his length before raising herself up, and slowly sliding him into her. Gyrating her hips, putting on a show. The strength of this fantasy had him coming just as the timer went off on the oven.
He padded into the kitchen, and grabbing a hand towel, he wet it in the sink and cleaned himself off. He threw the towel into the laundry room, and took his dinner out of the oven. He smiled as he tucked into the delicious food, amused at the effect the thoughts of her were having on him. He couldn’t wait to have her for real.
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Emily’s legs still felt a bit unsteady as she walked down the stairs to the subway station. Her train arrived, and she got on and sat down gratefully. She turned the small box around in her hands, wondering what was inside. Mr. Briggs had said to wait until she got home to open it, but she was so curious. She looked around the train car, and as no one was really around her, she undid the ribbon holding it closed, and took off the lid.
Nestled inside the satin lining was a shiny silver butt plug with a purple crystal decorating the base of it, and a small envelope. She blushed at the sight of it, took out the card, and hastily closed the box. She slid her finger under the flap of the envelope, releasing it, and pulled out the card inside.
“I want this inside you tomorrow.” was all it said. She bit her lip...she’d never had anything bigger than a finger up her ass before, and while this plug wasn’t overly large, it was certainly larger than anything she was used to. When her train got to her stop she got off, and once she reached street level, headed toward the nearby drugstore. If she was going to try it, she knew she’d need some lube. Thankfully she needed a couple of other things too.
She walked in, and grabbed a shopping basket. She picked up the items she needed, then headed toward the feminine needs aisle. She found a small bottle of lube, and tucked it in with the rest of her purchases. Thankfully there was a woman at the cashier’s counter, and she didn’t look twice at what Emily was buying, and rang her up quickly.
After she paid and left, she headed toward her apartment. She was too wound up to cook, so she stopped and got a burger and fries to go from the fast food place on the way home. Once inside she sat down and ate her dinner. After she cleaned up, she slid the box from her bag, grabbed the bottle of lube, and went to the couch.
Emily took out the plug, and contemplated it. It was perfectly smooth, with a rounded tip. The bulb of it was pear shaped, the neck of it very narrow until it flared out at the base. The gem at the end wasn’t cheap plastic...it was cool to the touch, and felt like real lead crystal. It was beautiful in its own way, like a piece of jewelry. She smiled...purple was a favorite color of hers, and she wore it often. It was obvious from the color of the gem that he’d noticed.
She hastily undressed, and knelt on the cushions with her legs spread, gripping the back of the couch. She was still wet from earlier, and newly turned on. She stroked her pussy, delving her fingers inside. When they were good and slick, she slid one of them into her ass. She gasped as she moved it in and out, fantasizing that it was Mr. Briggs behind her, that it was his finger. As she got used to the feeling, she added another finger, stretching her rosebud, and trying to relax it.
She reached down with her other hand for the lube and the plug, and put them on the back of the couch. She grabbed the lube, and unscrewed the lid with her teeth, then reached back and drizzled some down her ass crack. With her fingers nice and slippery, she found herself beginning to ride her fingers, feeling her juices start to slide down her thighs. It began to feel more comfortable, and somewhat amazing. She slid her other hand down her front, and began to stroke her clit as her fingers worked her ass.
Emily imagined Mr. Briggs behind her, leaning over her, plundering her ass with his thick fingers as he whispered in her ear how much he wanted to fuck her ass...to pound his cock inside her until her legs got so weak she couldn’t stand.
She came with a shout, startled at the feeling of her ass contracting around her fingers. She withdrew them slowly, and in a bit of a daze went to the kitchen to wash her hands, and clean herself up a bit. Taking a towel with her, she then went back to the couch and resumed her previous position. She lubed up the plug, and again teased her back hole with her fingers for a bit, noting the angle they were inside her. Taking them out, she wiped them on the towel, then taking the plug she put the tip against the ring of muscle, and slowly worked it inside. It was easy at first, but as the plug widened, she felt herself contract. She forced herself to relax, and took in a deep breath. As she blew it out slowly, she pressed the base of it again, and it suddenly all went inside, until just the jeweled base nestled between her cheeks.
She sat up a bit...it felt so strange inside her. She stood up slowly, and took a few steps, wondering if it would be something she could wear all day. She took a lap around the living room, and while the feeling that it was going to come out finally subsided, she was still very aware that it was there. She imagined having it in all day would leave her in quite a state, which she assumed was the point.
She decided to leave it in until bedtime, and went about her usual evening routine. But no matter what she did, she was constantly aware of it. When it was time for her to go to bed, she was almost relieved. She took it out carefully, washed it thoroughly, and put it on the sink to dry.
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When Charles walked in the office the next morning and went past Emily’s desk, he was amused to see her in a purple blouse, with pretty amethyst earrings peeking out from behind the tendrils of her updo. She glanced up at him and gave him a shy smile as he passed, but didn’t say a word.
Their day went as normal. As she was in and out of his office, he tried to guess from the way she moved if she had the plug in, but he couldn’t quite tell if she did or not. It made waiting for the end of the day - and his cock - that much harder.
When five o’clock came around, and the office emptied, he waited impatiently at his desk for ten minutes before buzzing her phone. When she answered, he gave a curt command for her to come to his office. When she came to the doorway, he gazed at her admiringly. She was so stunning, with her jet black hair and blue eyes, and the purple blouse set off her coloring so well. He waved her in, and she closed and locked the door behind her.
“Close the blinds, too,” he murmured.
She did as he requested, and came back to stand in front of his desk.
He leaned back in his chair, “Undress...and take down your hair.”
Emily’s face was serious as she removed her blouse and skirt, and draped them over a chair. She removed the black lace bra, and before removing her panties, took the combs out of her hair and let it fall in black waves down her chest and back. As she hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, he stopped her.
“Not yet. Turn around first.”
She gave a knowing smile, and did as he asked. She slid them teasingly down her ass, and bent over to pull them down further, showing that she did indeed have the plug in. He inhaled sharply as it was exposed. Like a shot, he stood up and was around the desk. He spun Emily around, and bent her over the desk, kicking her legs apart. He delved his fingers between her legs, and moaned as he felt how wet she was. He ran his hands up her back, then down to cup her buttocks, marveling at the feel of her silky skin against his palms.
He bent over, and put has hand around her neck, his lips close to her ear, “I want to turn this ass of yours a lovely shade of red. Would let me do this?”
Her breath hitched as she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
He stood up, and expertly smacked her left cheek. She raised up on her tip-toes, letting out a small cry. He smoothed his hand over that spot, feeling the skin begin to warm. He then repeated these actions on her right cheek. He gave her ten spanks, scattering them across her ass, until it was covered in a rosy blush.
He leaned over again, “Before we continue, I need a safe word.”
She let out a ragged breath, “Violet.”
“Noted. I’d like to give you ten more, would that be too much?”
Emily shook her head, “No Sir. Please...I want more.”
He stood up straight, and grabbed her hair, wrapped it in his left hand, and pulled slightly, causing her to arch her back, and lift her ass even higher. He rained down ten more swats, feeling her hot skin, damp with sweat. Her body was trembling, and his fingers explored between her legs again, stroking her clit. She bucked back against him, and he growled, “Stay still.”
She did as he asked, and when he felt her body tense, he stopped. Emily let out a sob...she was taut as a violin string in his hands, and desperate to come. He reached for the base of the plug, and pulled on it gently. She bucked back again, and he gave her ass a hard smack. She moaned, and tried to settle. He moved between the plug and her clit...playing first with one, and then the other.
“What do you want, Emily?” he asked.
“Please, Sir...I want you to fuck me,” she replied breathlessly.
“You don’t want to come?” he teased.
“Yes, Sir! I want to come too!” she cried.
“You’ll have to earn it. Turn around and get on your knees.”
She did as he asked, but instead of feeding her his cock as she was expecting, he sat down in the chair, and undid his pants. Pulling out his cock, he began to stroke it. “Play with yourself. I want you to edge yourself three times. If you can do that without coming, I’ll give you the fucking you’re craving so badly.”
He watched in fascination as she stroked herself, pinching her nipples, and fingering her pussy. Three times she got right to the brink, and he watched raptly to see if she’d climax, but she always stopped just before that happened. Part of him was disappointed. He would have loved to have had her suck him off, and then leave her hanging...desperate, plugged, and dripping. But the other part was thrilled that he’d finally get to own that cunt of hers.
He gripped her arm and hauled her up, once again draping her over the desk. Leaving her there for a moment, he went behind his desk and rummaged in his top drawer, taking out one of the condoms, and some lube that he’d stashed there this morning. He slid the condom on, and dripped a few drops of lube around her back entrance, spinning the plug, and getting it nice and slick. Without warning, he shoved his cock into her pussy, causing her to cry out. And this time when she bucked back against him, he let her. With the plug in, she was so tight, and felt so full.
And she was so very wet. He wrapped his arm around her neck, and pulled her up against him. “Come on my cock,” he ordered as he hammered into her, his fingers stroking her clit. She came almost instantaneously, contracting along his length, and around the plug. He continued to pound her mercilessly, and her hands came up and wrapped around his arm, holding on for dear life. She came a second time, crying out, and he felt her legs start to wobble. He eased her back down onto the desk, and slowed his thrusts. He gripped the base of the plug, and worked her holes. As his cock went in, he pulled the plug partially out. When he pulled his cock out, the plug slid back in.
Emily went boneless, overwhelmed with feeling of being double penetrated, and sobbed tears of joy and pain. When Charles pulled the plug out and put it aside, she assumed he was going to fuck her ass, and she found she was desperate for him to do so. She reached back and spread her cheeks in invitation, but he just chuckled, “Not today, my dear...this was just a preview.”
He picked up his movements again, driving into her, until he came with a groan. He collapsed on top of her, and rested there a moment, relishing the feel of her against him. He kissed down her back as he pulled out of her and stood. He opened the office door and peeked out...all was clear so he went to the men’s room and neatened up. He wet some paper towels, and went back to his office.
Emily was still resting on the desk. She jumped slightly as the damp, slightly rough towels touched her sensitive mound. Charles cleaned her up a bit, and helped her stand. He turned her around, and wrapped her up tightly in his arms. Overwhelmed, she shook as she cried a little. She was suddenly exhausted.
Charles sat her down in the chair, and helped her get dressed. He kissed her gently, “Get freshened up...we’ll go get dinner.” She gathered up her things, and went to the ladies room. She washed the plug, and wrapped it in some paper towels so she could put it in her purse, straightened her clothes, put her hair back up, and touched up her makeup as best as she could. She met him in the hall, and they walked to her desk to get her things. As they got the elevator down, he kept his hand gently on her lower back, and led her to his car once they reached his level of the parking garage.
They went to dinner at a small and intimate place he knew of. The food was simple but good, and they shared a bottle of wine as they ate. They chatted amiably and easily, getting to know each other better. He managed to finally get her to call him by his first name, and by the end of their meal they were laughing and talking openly about many topics. He was charmed by her wit, her innocence and beauty, and felt disappointment at having to take her home.
But he drove her back to her place, and walked her up to her apartment. They stood in the hall, she leaning against her door, him standing close to her, and said their good nights. Before she went in, she looked at him with a little twinkle in her eye, “There is no Benedict Proposal, is there Charles?”
He laughed, and gave her a lusty kiss, “No, there isn’t. Are you OK with that?”
She smiled brightly, “Absolutely. Good night, Sir.”
“Good night, darling. Sleep well.”
Monday, May 27, 2019
Overtime - Part I
Emily had been gathering her purse and jacket, and was getting ready to head home, so she jumped slightly when the buzzer on her desk went off, followed by her boss’ voice, “Miss Reed, will you come to my office please?”
His tone was even, so she didn’t feel too much apprehension as she headed to his office. The door was closed when she got there, so she tapped on it two times with her knuckles. “Enter!” came the terse reply.
She opened the door, and peered inside, “You wanted to see me, Mr. Briggs?” He waved her inside, and motioned for her to sit down. She perched primly on the edge of the chair in front of his desk, gripping her fingers tightly as she met his intense gaze. After a few minutes, she looked away slightly, and when she looked back, she noticed the corner of his mouth quirk slightly.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk, “Miss Reed, I wanted to speak to you about your performance recently. It seems as though your usual attention to detail has diminished. Of course this concerns me greatly because the quality of your work reflects back on me, and also because I value you as an exemplary employee.”
She looked at him, and her face crumpled slightly, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Briggs. I know I’ve been a bit distracted lately, I promise I’ll do better.”
His forehead creased with concern, “Is it the job that you’re unhappy with? If you have any issues, you know that my door is always open.”
“No sir, I love working here...I just...I recently ended my relationship with my boyfriend, and I haven’t been sleeping very well.”
He sat back in his chair and tented his fingers as he regarded her coolly, “I see. Well, I also wanted to speak to you about working some overtime this week on the Benedict Proposal. I’m going to need you...focused.”
His pause before that last word caught her attention and she looked up at him, noticing a rather wolfish gleam in his eye. It had been obvious since she’d started working for him that he’d been attracted to her. She had found this interest to be intimidating, but not necessarily unwelcome, as he himself was a very handsome man. Even so, her mouth felt dry as she nodded and replied, “Of course, Mr. Briggs. That shouldn’t be a problem.”
He smiled, “Good. I’m glad to hear that. As such, I’ll need you to clear your calendar. We’ll begin tomorrow. You may go.”
“Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening,” she stood, smoothing her skirt, and hurried out. She stopped by her desk to get her things, and as she stepped into the elevator, let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
The next morning as she was getting ready, she thought about what to wear. She knew a fling with her boss would be the stupidest thing ever, but he was single, and handsome, and it might be just what she needed to finally get over her asshole boyfriend. She knew she was better off without him, and didn’t regret cutting him loose, but still…
She decided that on the outside she’d keep things the same. But underneath she opted for lacy pink underthings instead of the more utilitarian bra and panties that she usually wore for work...for nude thigh high stockings also topped with lace, instead of pantyhose, and slightly higher heels than usual as well. You know...just in case. She spritzed on some perfume, and took a little extra care with her hair and makeup, but the outfit she wore was as prim as always. A simple pencil skirt in a navy wool, and pretty pink silk, high necked blouse, with full sleeves.
Her boss ended up being out most of the day for meetings, but he’d left her a list of tasks to accomplish before he returned. She thought about what he’d said the night before, and paid extra close attention to what she was doing, double checking everything. He’d always been very kind and encouraging to her, and she found herself wanting to please him, and regain his approval.
He came back to the office about 4:00, and closed himself in his office. At 5:00 most everyone left for the day, but she stayed at her desk even though she’d finished everything he’d given her. At 5:10, the buzzer on her desk summoned her to his office. The door was open, and she hovered there a moment until he looked up.
The smile that crossed his face caused the tension in her shoulders to release. “I’ve reviewed the work I left you today. Very good, Miss Reed, very good indeed.”
She beamed, “Thank you, Mr. Briggs. I took to heart what you said yesterday, and really tried to apply myself.”
He nodded, “It shows. Please, you don’t have to hover in the doorway, come in and sit down, and close the door behind you.”
She did as he requested, and took a seat in the same chair as yesterday, and asked, “So what will we be working on tonight?”
He looked at her thoughtfully, “Tonight I thought we might do a little ‘team-building’”, he turned his chair, and motioned to the floor in front of him, “Please come and stand here.”
“Holy shit,” she thought to herself, “was I right about this?” She stood, and walked around the desk to stand in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and very frankly looked her up and down.
“You are a lovely young woman, Miss Reed. Or might I call you Emily?”
She blushed a bit, “Emily would be fine,” she replied shyly, looking down at her toes.
“I knew you were in a relationship, and I always respected that and kept our relationship work only, as you know. But now...I feel things between us could change.”
Emily looked at him shyly through her lashes, and he stood, moving closer to her. He twisted one of her curls around his finger, and looked at her searchingly for a moment. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken electricity. He released her hair, and stroked a finger down her cheek. He leaned in, and she thought he might kiss her, but he moved back a step instead, and sat back down.
“I feel from you a desire to please. Is that true, Emily?”
She nodded, “Yes. I’ve always enjoyed what I do, and have always wanted you to be happy with my work. I was crushed last night when I found you weren’t.”
He smiled and nodded, “And if I made other requests of you, would you be as willing to work hard to please me? Things of a sexual nature?”
She let out a little laugh of shock, surprised by his boldness, but intrigued all the same. She thought about it a moment, and realized that she could feel herself getting wet at the thought. “Well...I...I suppose that might be possible.”
“I want to assure you, that if you don’t want to do this, we’ll forget it with no hard feelings, and move on. It will in no way have any bearing on your job status. I don’t want you to feel pressured, or that I’m blackmailing you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
Emily nodded, “I understand. I want this too.”
He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, then ordered, “Take off your skirt.”
Silently, she reached back and pulled down the zipper. Then hooking her fingers at the waist, shimmied out of it, and draped it over the end of the desk. As she stood back up, she heard him gasp quietly, but fought to keep her expression neutral. He reached out, and ran his finger tips down her hip and thigh, then pulled his hand back.
“And now your blouse.”
Emily slowly undid first the buttons at her wrists, then down the front. She could feel his eyes devouring every movement, as he took in every bit of the skin exposed. She shrugged her shoulders back, letting it slip down her arms, deftly caught it, and placed it on top of her skirt.
He was silent for a moment, then murmured, “Turn around, my dear.”
She did as he asked, and silently waited to see what he’d do next. She let out a little gasp when she felt his hand cup her butt cheek, the warmth of his touch suffusing through the thin lace of her panties. He moved it around her, and pulled her back until she was standing between his legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, and slowly pulled them down, and she felt his lips brush against her bare skin, stippled now with goosebumps. She let out a mew of delight as his teeth playfully bit down on the plump roundness, and he sucked on her skin, leaving a red spot ringed with teeth marks.
“Have you ever had your ass fucked, Emily?”
His question startled her out of her reverie, “N...no, Sir. I haven’t.”
He smiled at her reply, loving the slight change in her tone as “sir” became “Sir”. His thumb rubbed the spot left by his mouth, “We’ll have to work on that then, if you’re willing.”
She nodded, “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.”
Putting his hands on her hips, he turned her body, and moved them so her ass was against the edge of his desk. He took his thumb, and moved it slowly between the juncture of her thighs, skimming past her clit, and feeling how wet she was. He looked up, catching her looking down at him, and he smiled, “It seems as though you would.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked away shyly. He moved his thumb back to her clit, and began to stroke it...gently at first, then when her mouth opened slightly, and her breathing became more labored, with a bit more force.
“I want you to come for me, Emily. I want you to look at me when it happens.” His words seemed to spur her on, and she gripped the desk as he brought her closer to climax. “Come for me!” he demanded, and with a cry she did so, shudders wracking her body, her knuckles white as she held on. Her eyes closed for just a moment, but she forced them open and kept contact with his as he’d ordered.
He put his thumb in his mouth, tasting her juices as she caught her breath. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, but ignored it for now.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
She smiled, “Thank you, Sir.”
He rolled his desk chair away, releasing her, “Get dressed now, my dear.”
Emily pulled up her panties, and moved to put her skirt and blouse back on. As she dressed, he pulled a box out of his desk drawer. When she finished, he stood and handed it to her, “Open this when you get home. We’re done for this evening...you did very well.”
She took the box from him, and this time when he leaned in, he did kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist. When she felt breathless, he let her go. “Goodnight, Emily.”
“Goodnight, Sir.”
His tone was even, so she didn’t feel too much apprehension as she headed to his office. The door was closed when she got there, so she tapped on it two times with her knuckles. “Enter!” came the terse reply.
She opened the door, and peered inside, “You wanted to see me, Mr. Briggs?” He waved her inside, and motioned for her to sit down. She perched primly on the edge of the chair in front of his desk, gripping her fingers tightly as she met his intense gaze. After a few minutes, she looked away slightly, and when she looked back, she noticed the corner of his mouth quirk slightly.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk, “Miss Reed, I wanted to speak to you about your performance recently. It seems as though your usual attention to detail has diminished. Of course this concerns me greatly because the quality of your work reflects back on me, and also because I value you as an exemplary employee.”
She looked at him, and her face crumpled slightly, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Briggs. I know I’ve been a bit distracted lately, I promise I’ll do better.”
His forehead creased with concern, “Is it the job that you’re unhappy with? If you have any issues, you know that my door is always open.”
“No sir, I love working here...I just...I recently ended my relationship with my boyfriend, and I haven’t been sleeping very well.”
He sat back in his chair and tented his fingers as he regarded her coolly, “I see. Well, I also wanted to speak to you about working some overtime this week on the Benedict Proposal. I’m going to need you...focused.”
His pause before that last word caught her attention and she looked up at him, noticing a rather wolfish gleam in his eye. It had been obvious since she’d started working for him that he’d been attracted to her. She had found this interest to be intimidating, but not necessarily unwelcome, as he himself was a very handsome man. Even so, her mouth felt dry as she nodded and replied, “Of course, Mr. Briggs. That shouldn’t be a problem.”
He smiled, “Good. I’m glad to hear that. As such, I’ll need you to clear your calendar. We’ll begin tomorrow. You may go.”
“Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening,” she stood, smoothing her skirt, and hurried out. She stopped by her desk to get her things, and as she stepped into the elevator, let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
The next morning as she was getting ready, she thought about what to wear. She knew a fling with her boss would be the stupidest thing ever, but he was single, and handsome, and it might be just what she needed to finally get over her asshole boyfriend. She knew she was better off without him, and didn’t regret cutting him loose, but still…
She decided that on the outside she’d keep things the same. But underneath she opted for lacy pink underthings instead of the more utilitarian bra and panties that she usually wore for work...for nude thigh high stockings also topped with lace, instead of pantyhose, and slightly higher heels than usual as well. You know...just in case. She spritzed on some perfume, and took a little extra care with her hair and makeup, but the outfit she wore was as prim as always. A simple pencil skirt in a navy wool, and pretty pink silk, high necked blouse, with full sleeves.
Her boss ended up being out most of the day for meetings, but he’d left her a list of tasks to accomplish before he returned. She thought about what he’d said the night before, and paid extra close attention to what she was doing, double checking everything. He’d always been very kind and encouraging to her, and she found herself wanting to please him, and regain his approval.
He came back to the office about 4:00, and closed himself in his office. At 5:00 most everyone left for the day, but she stayed at her desk even though she’d finished everything he’d given her. At 5:10, the buzzer on her desk summoned her to his office. The door was open, and she hovered there a moment until he looked up.
The smile that crossed his face caused the tension in her shoulders to release. “I’ve reviewed the work I left you today. Very good, Miss Reed, very good indeed.”
She beamed, “Thank you, Mr. Briggs. I took to heart what you said yesterday, and really tried to apply myself.”
He nodded, “It shows. Please, you don’t have to hover in the doorway, come in and sit down, and close the door behind you.”
She did as he requested, and took a seat in the same chair as yesterday, and asked, “So what will we be working on tonight?”
He looked at her thoughtfully, “Tonight I thought we might do a little ‘team-building’”, he turned his chair, and motioned to the floor in front of him, “Please come and stand here.”
“Holy shit,” she thought to herself, “was I right about this?” She stood, and walked around the desk to stand in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and very frankly looked her up and down.
“You are a lovely young woman, Miss Reed. Or might I call you Emily?”
She blushed a bit, “Emily would be fine,” she replied shyly, looking down at her toes.
“I knew you were in a relationship, and I always respected that and kept our relationship work only, as you know. But now...I feel things between us could change.”
Emily looked at him shyly through her lashes, and he stood, moving closer to her. He twisted one of her curls around his finger, and looked at her searchingly for a moment. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken electricity. He released her hair, and stroked a finger down her cheek. He leaned in, and she thought he might kiss her, but he moved back a step instead, and sat back down.
“I feel from you a desire to please. Is that true, Emily?”
She nodded, “Yes. I’ve always enjoyed what I do, and have always wanted you to be happy with my work. I was crushed last night when I found you weren’t.”
He smiled and nodded, “And if I made other requests of you, would you be as willing to work hard to please me? Things of a sexual nature?”
She let out a little laugh of shock, surprised by his boldness, but intrigued all the same. She thought about it a moment, and realized that she could feel herself getting wet at the thought. “Well...I...I suppose that might be possible.”
“I want to assure you, that if you don’t want to do this, we’ll forget it with no hard feelings, and move on. It will in no way have any bearing on your job status. I don’t want you to feel pressured, or that I’m blackmailing you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
Emily nodded, “I understand. I want this too.”
He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, then ordered, “Take off your skirt.”
Silently, she reached back and pulled down the zipper. Then hooking her fingers at the waist, shimmied out of it, and draped it over the end of the desk. As she stood back up, she heard him gasp quietly, but fought to keep her expression neutral. He reached out, and ran his finger tips down her hip and thigh, then pulled his hand back.
“And now your blouse.”
Emily slowly undid first the buttons at her wrists, then down the front. She could feel his eyes devouring every movement, as he took in every bit of the skin exposed. She shrugged her shoulders back, letting it slip down her arms, deftly caught it, and placed it on top of her skirt.
He was silent for a moment, then murmured, “Turn around, my dear.”
She did as he asked, and silently waited to see what he’d do next. She let out a little gasp when she felt his hand cup her butt cheek, the warmth of his touch suffusing through the thin lace of her panties. He moved it around her, and pulled her back until she was standing between his legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, and slowly pulled them down, and she felt his lips brush against her bare skin, stippled now with goosebumps. She let out a mew of delight as his teeth playfully bit down on the plump roundness, and he sucked on her skin, leaving a red spot ringed with teeth marks.
“Have you ever had your ass fucked, Emily?”
His question startled her out of her reverie, “N...no, Sir. I haven’t.”
He smiled at her reply, loving the slight change in her tone as “sir” became “Sir”. His thumb rubbed the spot left by his mouth, “We’ll have to work on that then, if you’re willing.”
She nodded, “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.”
Putting his hands on her hips, he turned her body, and moved them so her ass was against the edge of his desk. He took his thumb, and moved it slowly between the juncture of her thighs, skimming past her clit, and feeling how wet she was. He looked up, catching her looking down at him, and he smiled, “It seems as though you would.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked away shyly. He moved his thumb back to her clit, and began to stroke it...gently at first, then when her mouth opened slightly, and her breathing became more labored, with a bit more force.
“I want you to come for me, Emily. I want you to look at me when it happens.” His words seemed to spur her on, and she gripped the desk as he brought her closer to climax. “Come for me!” he demanded, and with a cry she did so, shudders wracking her body, her knuckles white as she held on. Her eyes closed for just a moment, but she forced them open and kept contact with his as he’d ordered.
He put his thumb in his mouth, tasting her juices as she caught her breath. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, but ignored it for now.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
She smiled, “Thank you, Sir.”
He rolled his desk chair away, releasing her, “Get dressed now, my dear.”
Emily pulled up her panties, and moved to put her skirt and blouse back on. As she dressed, he pulled a box out of his desk drawer. When she finished, he stood and handed it to her, “Open this when you get home. We’re done for this evening...you did very well.”
She took the box from him, and this time when he leaned in, he did kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist. When she felt breathless, he let her go. “Goodnight, Emily.”
“Goodnight, Sir.”
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Twenty-Three Seconds
Liv went to unlock her front door, and found it open. Warily, she made her way down the front hall, and was surprised when she got to her living room and saw the slender man in the light grey suit sitting on her couch. His sharply planed face was wreathed in shadow thanks to the beam of moonlight coming in through the window behind him, but she was familiar with his dark hair shot through with silver, deep set eyes so brown they were almost black, his slim nose, thin cruel mouth, and those cheekbones that looked like they could cut glass.
“Thane, what are you doing here?”
“I need you.”
Her expression grew tight, “You know that us being together can have…consequences.”
He sat for a moment, studying her. Her white dress, embroidered with flowers and butterflies, seemed to glow. It hugged her voluptuous figure, and along with her rich red hair, pale skin, leaf green eyes, and full pink lips, she was every inch a goddess. He stood then, and came into the light, and she was surprised to see he’d been crying.
“Liv, I…”
Her expression softened, and she walked over to him. She gently brushed the tears from his cheeks, and took his face in her hands, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
“I’m just so tired. This world…” he gestured to the city lights outside her window, “I’m sick of humanity. Of their ignorance, violence, and hate. They've been keeping me far too busy lately. I wish they'd just nuke themselves and get it over with. It would certainly make my job easier,” he spat out angrily.
“You don’t mean that,” she chided him.
He saw the hurt look on her face, and his expression softened, "No, I don't. Because I know how much pain and suffering it would cause you. I just feel stretched so thin…I need to get away for a while, even if it's just an hour or two. I need you."
He reached up and took her wrists, holding them tightly. At his touch, her knees buckled slightly. He pulled her against him, and feeling his body against hers caused a shock to go through her.
“Please, Livvy,” he pleaded.
Against her better judgement she tilted her face up to his, and he captured her lips in a kiss. He let go of her wrists, and wrapped his arms around her, letting out a groan of need. His tongue moved along her bottom lip, and she parted them to let him in. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her hips ground against his.
Their tongues tangled together, and he quite literally left her breathless. She pulled back a little, and as she sucked air back into her lungs, he nipped at her lower lip. His hand worked up into her hair, and he wound it around his fist and pulled her head back, trailing his mouth down the smooth column of her neck.
Thane pulled back, “Undress for me.”
Liv blushed, “Here?”
“Right here. I want to see you naked in the moonlight.”
She gave him a playful smile and spun around, “Help me with my zipper?”
He wordlessly gripped the small metal tab, and slowly drew it down, exposing her soft warm skin. She could bring heat to his bones in a way that no one else could. He fed on that warmth, on her vitality. It made him feel alive. He watched as she slipped out of the sleeves of the dress, and wiggled it past her lush hips to puddle at the floor.
She reached back for the clasp of her bra, and removed it with practiced ease, before sliding her panties down her long legs. She peeked back at him, “Shoes too?”
He took in the high, delicate gold heels she was wearing, and with a small smile replied, “Leave the shoes.”
She laughed, and he felt it vibrate through him. With a low growl he slid up behind her, and clasped her throat in one of his big hands. He moved it up until her head was tilted back, and squeezed with a gentle pressure as he gazed at her.
She gasped in surprise, but felt no fear as she looked up into his eyes. He would never, could never, really hurt her. She felt his other hand tweak her nipple, and she arched her back, driving her ass against his pelvis. His hand moved from her breast down her belly, and the muscles of her torso quivered under his touch.
“I’ve been able to think of nothing but you all day,” Thane whispered as his hand tightened around her throat, “Imagining you naked and panting underneath me.”
Liv’s breathing quickened, both from his words and her slightly restricted airflow. He had an effect on her like no one else. He exuded quiet power, and their pairing was generally frowned upon, which made it all that much more delicious. When she was with him, she let him do things to her that she’d never let any other man do. But she felt that tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. Tonight his need was different…she felt he just wanted to be nurtured...to feel loved.
She was broken out of her reverie as his long fingers delved between her legs, and found her clit. He stroked it softly, and she moaned. She wiggled free from his grasp, and turned to face him. “Please”, she whispered as she slipped his jacket off his shoulders, and draped it over the back of a nearby chair. She kissed him as she undid the knot on his tie, and slid it out from under his collar and dropped it. Next she began to unbutton his shirt, planting soft kisses along the line of exposed skin. It quickly joined his jacket on the chair.
She knelt in front of him, and was about to unbuckle his belt, when Thane bent down and took her face between his hands.
“Liv…come with me.”
He helped her up, and he led her to the couch. He urged her up onto the back of it, and leaned her against the cool window. He knelt on the cushions, spread her legs, and ducked his head between them. She let out a shaky breath as his tongue circled around her labia, and separated her nether lips. Her fingers ran through his hair as he lapped up her sweet juices. He slid two fingers into her pussy, and circled her clit with his tongue. She mewled, and he sucked her bud between his lips. She wriggled against him, and her murmurs and cries were like the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.
He added a third finger into her pussy, and drove them in and out as he flicked her clit in rhythm with his tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he could barely breathe as she clamped her thighs around his head. She came with a shuddering cry, banging her head back against the window.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, and laughed. As her climax dissipated and she released him, he looked up at her with a grin. It was something he did rarely, and it made him look surprisingly dorky, which just made her laugh even harder. He stood, and grabbed her ankles, and pulled her down to sit on the couch. She landed on the cushions with a giggle.
She watched raptly as he undid his belt, leaving the ends dangling as he undid the button at his waist and the zipper. He kicked off his shoes, and when he took off his pants, he managed to get his socks off as well. Her gaze skimmed up his lean muscled body to his face. A little smile still curled the corners of his lips, and she cocked an eyebrow at him, and subconsciously licked her lips.
She reached her arms out to him, and he stepped into them. She rested her hands on his hips, and scooted forward, perching her ass on the edge of the couch. His cock bobbed invitingly, and she ran her tongue around the head.
Thane hissed as she licked around the tip, then slowly parted her lips to take him into her mouth. His cock was cool to the touch, but warmed up as she bobbed her head, and swirled her tongue around it. The warmth of her mouth suffused through him, unknotting his muscles. He watched her through heavy lids, resting one hand gently on top of her head, guiding her ever so slightly. He groaned as she relaxed her throat, and swallowed his length down. Liv opened her eyes, and looked up at her lover. She sucked his cock slowly…dreamily…their gazes locked. He stroked her cheek, and she rested her head against his hand.
She felt his length twitch, and quickly dislodged him from her mouth. She adored him, but his cum tasted like licking a dirty ash tray. He understood her distaste for it, and never complained, mainly because that meant he would have the pleasure of coming inside her.
He hauled her up, swept her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her gently onto the bed and quickly joined her, covering her mouth with a kiss. Liv clutched him to her, and lifted her hips in invitation. He knelt up, and guided his cock to her pussy. Entering her was usually difficult, as her body instinctively resisted letting him inside, so he took it very slowly.
She whimpered as he worked his way in…it was always a tight fit. Her body screamed with resistance, but she breathed slow and steady, and willed her muscles to relax. When he finally bottomed out inside of her, they both let out a sigh of relief.
They stayed joined together like that for a moment, until she rolled her hips. “Please Thane…” she whispered. It was all the encouragement he needed. He started to move slowly, easing out and back in, kissing her gently to distract her. Eventually she began to buck her hips against him, matching his rhythm. That was his signal to speed things up.
“Play with your clit,” he whispered in her ear encouragingly. She moaned, and snaked her hand down to where they were joined. She gathered up some of her wetness, and began to circle the sensitive bud. With that touch she clutched almost painfully around him, but he loved the tightness of her pussy, and began to thrust into her with more speed and force.
Her eyes flew open, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she arched against him. Her free hand flopped to the bed, and Thane grabbed it. He held her down as his pace increased. Their bodies slapped together, and her finger on her clit moved furiously.
“Oh god, Thane…I’m going to come!”
“I’m almost there, darling…come with me…come with me!”
He pistoned into her a few more times, then gasped as she spasmed around him, a wail ripped from her throat. He groaned and let loose, filling her with his cum.
She gasped in pain mixed with pleasure, and Thane watched her complexion turn grey, while his suffused with color. In the 23 seconds that their climax lasted, the lines that separated them blurred. Twenty-three healthy pregnancies suddenly went wrong, leaving new parents devastated with grief, while an equal amount of people suffering from terminal illnesses were suddenly and inexplicably cured and given a new lease on life. The balance was maintained - this time - just not in the way it had been originally planned, leaving a jumble of confusion, sadness and joy in its wake.
Liv was boneless as he gathered her into his arms. He rubbed her back and limbs vigorously, warming her up, giving her back the heat he had taken from her. She jerked suddenly, and clutched at him with a sob.
“Shh, darling…just breathe…just breathe,” he encouraged as she gasped for air. He held her tightly against him, whispering sweet sentiments into her ear as she stabilized.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him with glassy eyes, and he kissed her gently, “I’m so sorry, Liv. I’m such a selfish bastard making you go through that.”
She laughed weakly, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re lucky I’m a giver by nature.”
“I am,” he brushed her hair away from her face and tenderly kissed her forehead, “I am so very lucky.”
"Stay with me tonight," she murmured, "Let me make it all right.."
He smiled, and breathed in her perfume, "I love you. I can't exist without you."
"Or I, you. And I love you too."
“Thane, what are you doing here?”
“I need you.”
Her expression grew tight, “You know that us being together can have…consequences.”
He sat for a moment, studying her. Her white dress, embroidered with flowers and butterflies, seemed to glow. It hugged her voluptuous figure, and along with her rich red hair, pale skin, leaf green eyes, and full pink lips, she was every inch a goddess. He stood then, and came into the light, and she was surprised to see he’d been crying.
“Liv, I…”
Her expression softened, and she walked over to him. She gently brushed the tears from his cheeks, and took his face in her hands, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
“I’m just so tired. This world…” he gestured to the city lights outside her window, “I’m sick of humanity. Of their ignorance, violence, and hate. They've been keeping me far too busy lately. I wish they'd just nuke themselves and get it over with. It would certainly make my job easier,” he spat out angrily.
“You don’t mean that,” she chided him.
He saw the hurt look on her face, and his expression softened, "No, I don't. Because I know how much pain and suffering it would cause you. I just feel stretched so thin…I need to get away for a while, even if it's just an hour or two. I need you."
He reached up and took her wrists, holding them tightly. At his touch, her knees buckled slightly. He pulled her against him, and feeling his body against hers caused a shock to go through her.
“Please, Livvy,” he pleaded.
Against her better judgement she tilted her face up to his, and he captured her lips in a kiss. He let go of her wrists, and wrapped his arms around her, letting out a groan of need. His tongue moved along her bottom lip, and she parted them to let him in. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her hips ground against his.
Their tongues tangled together, and he quite literally left her breathless. She pulled back a little, and as she sucked air back into her lungs, he nipped at her lower lip. His hand worked up into her hair, and he wound it around his fist and pulled her head back, trailing his mouth down the smooth column of her neck.
Thane pulled back, “Undress for me.”
Liv blushed, “Here?”
“Right here. I want to see you naked in the moonlight.”
She gave him a playful smile and spun around, “Help me with my zipper?”
He wordlessly gripped the small metal tab, and slowly drew it down, exposing her soft warm skin. She could bring heat to his bones in a way that no one else could. He fed on that warmth, on her vitality. It made him feel alive. He watched as she slipped out of the sleeves of the dress, and wiggled it past her lush hips to puddle at the floor.
She reached back for the clasp of her bra, and removed it with practiced ease, before sliding her panties down her long legs. She peeked back at him, “Shoes too?”
He took in the high, delicate gold heels she was wearing, and with a small smile replied, “Leave the shoes.”
She laughed, and he felt it vibrate through him. With a low growl he slid up behind her, and clasped her throat in one of his big hands. He moved it up until her head was tilted back, and squeezed with a gentle pressure as he gazed at her.
She gasped in surprise, but felt no fear as she looked up into his eyes. He would never, could never, really hurt her. She felt his other hand tweak her nipple, and she arched her back, driving her ass against his pelvis. His hand moved from her breast down her belly, and the muscles of her torso quivered under his touch.
“I’ve been able to think of nothing but you all day,” Thane whispered as his hand tightened around her throat, “Imagining you naked and panting underneath me.”
Liv’s breathing quickened, both from his words and her slightly restricted airflow. He had an effect on her like no one else. He exuded quiet power, and their pairing was generally frowned upon, which made it all that much more delicious. When she was with him, she let him do things to her that she’d never let any other man do. But she felt that tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. Tonight his need was different…she felt he just wanted to be nurtured...to feel loved.
She was broken out of her reverie as his long fingers delved between her legs, and found her clit. He stroked it softly, and she moaned. She wiggled free from his grasp, and turned to face him. “Please”, she whispered as she slipped his jacket off his shoulders, and draped it over the back of a nearby chair. She kissed him as she undid the knot on his tie, and slid it out from under his collar and dropped it. Next she began to unbutton his shirt, planting soft kisses along the line of exposed skin. It quickly joined his jacket on the chair.
She knelt in front of him, and was about to unbuckle his belt, when Thane bent down and took her face between his hands.
“Liv…come with me.”
He helped her up, and he led her to the couch. He urged her up onto the back of it, and leaned her against the cool window. He knelt on the cushions, spread her legs, and ducked his head between them. She let out a shaky breath as his tongue circled around her labia, and separated her nether lips. Her fingers ran through his hair as he lapped up her sweet juices. He slid two fingers into her pussy, and circled her clit with his tongue. She mewled, and he sucked her bud between his lips. She wriggled against him, and her murmurs and cries were like the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.
He added a third finger into her pussy, and drove them in and out as he flicked her clit in rhythm with his tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he could barely breathe as she clamped her thighs around his head. She came with a shuddering cry, banging her head back against the window.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, and laughed. As her climax dissipated and she released him, he looked up at her with a grin. It was something he did rarely, and it made him look surprisingly dorky, which just made her laugh even harder. He stood, and grabbed her ankles, and pulled her down to sit on the couch. She landed on the cushions with a giggle.
She watched raptly as he undid his belt, leaving the ends dangling as he undid the button at his waist and the zipper. He kicked off his shoes, and when he took off his pants, he managed to get his socks off as well. Her gaze skimmed up his lean muscled body to his face. A little smile still curled the corners of his lips, and she cocked an eyebrow at him, and subconsciously licked her lips.
She reached her arms out to him, and he stepped into them. She rested her hands on his hips, and scooted forward, perching her ass on the edge of the couch. His cock bobbed invitingly, and she ran her tongue around the head.
Thane hissed as she licked around the tip, then slowly parted her lips to take him into her mouth. His cock was cool to the touch, but warmed up as she bobbed her head, and swirled her tongue around it. The warmth of her mouth suffused through him, unknotting his muscles. He watched her through heavy lids, resting one hand gently on top of her head, guiding her ever so slightly. He groaned as she relaxed her throat, and swallowed his length down. Liv opened her eyes, and looked up at her lover. She sucked his cock slowly…dreamily…their gazes locked. He stroked her cheek, and she rested her head against his hand.
She felt his length twitch, and quickly dislodged him from her mouth. She adored him, but his cum tasted like licking a dirty ash tray. He understood her distaste for it, and never complained, mainly because that meant he would have the pleasure of coming inside her.
He hauled her up, swept her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her gently onto the bed and quickly joined her, covering her mouth with a kiss. Liv clutched him to her, and lifted her hips in invitation. He knelt up, and guided his cock to her pussy. Entering her was usually difficult, as her body instinctively resisted letting him inside, so he took it very slowly.
She whimpered as he worked his way in…it was always a tight fit. Her body screamed with resistance, but she breathed slow and steady, and willed her muscles to relax. When he finally bottomed out inside of her, they both let out a sigh of relief.
They stayed joined together like that for a moment, until she rolled her hips. “Please Thane…” she whispered. It was all the encouragement he needed. He started to move slowly, easing out and back in, kissing her gently to distract her. Eventually she began to buck her hips against him, matching his rhythm. That was his signal to speed things up.
“Play with your clit,” he whispered in her ear encouragingly. She moaned, and snaked her hand down to where they were joined. She gathered up some of her wetness, and began to circle the sensitive bud. With that touch she clutched almost painfully around him, but he loved the tightness of her pussy, and began to thrust into her with more speed and force.
Her eyes flew open, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she arched against him. Her free hand flopped to the bed, and Thane grabbed it. He held her down as his pace increased. Their bodies slapped together, and her finger on her clit moved furiously.
“Oh god, Thane…I’m going to come!”
“I’m almost there, darling…come with me…come with me!”
He pistoned into her a few more times, then gasped as she spasmed around him, a wail ripped from her throat. He groaned and let loose, filling her with his cum.
She gasped in pain mixed with pleasure, and Thane watched her complexion turn grey, while his suffused with color. In the 23 seconds that their climax lasted, the lines that separated them blurred. Twenty-three healthy pregnancies suddenly went wrong, leaving new parents devastated with grief, while an equal amount of people suffering from terminal illnesses were suddenly and inexplicably cured and given a new lease on life. The balance was maintained - this time - just not in the way it had been originally planned, leaving a jumble of confusion, sadness and joy in its wake.
Liv was boneless as he gathered her into his arms. He rubbed her back and limbs vigorously, warming her up, giving her back the heat he had taken from her. She jerked suddenly, and clutched at him with a sob.
“Shh, darling…just breathe…just breathe,” he encouraged as she gasped for air. He held her tightly against him, whispering sweet sentiments into her ear as she stabilized.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him with glassy eyes, and he kissed her gently, “I’m so sorry, Liv. I’m such a selfish bastard making you go through that.”
She laughed weakly, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re lucky I’m a giver by nature.”
“I am,” he brushed her hair away from her face and tenderly kissed her forehead, “I am so very lucky.”
"Stay with me tonight," she murmured, "Let me make it all right.."
He smiled, and breathed in her perfume, "I love you. I can't exist without you."
"Or I, you. And I love you too."
Saturday, March 26, 2016
The Dinner Party - Dessert
You can find the Appetizer course here.
The Main Course can be found here.
Sandra stopped in the bathroom just off the stairs to dab her face with a cool wash cloth, and clean herself up a bit, then she hurried down the stairs to the study. She was still on the edge, and was trembling a bit from the stimulation from the pearl panties and her husband’s hand when she reached the bottom step.
The three men were sitting on the leather couch and easy chairs, divested of their jackets and ties, when she made her appearance. Her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed, and her breath coming a bit heavily. Her husband smirked as the other two men raked their gazes over her.
“There you are,” he said fondly, “we were just talking about you.” She squirmed as he continued, “Since your service this evening was impeccable, thereby leaving nothing for us to punish you for, we’ve decided to play a game instead.”
The men smiled, and he explained further, “We’re going to start with 30 blows. These two men are going to work to make to you come, and for every minute that you hold off from doing so, we’ll subtract one blow. So for instance, if you make it a whole fifteen minutes, you’ll cut your punishment by half. Do you understand?”
Oh, she understood alright. She now knew why he’d edged her upstairs, and blushed. Knowing he expected an answer, she replied, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Good girl!” he exclaimed, “Gentlemen, you may begin.”
Marcus came around, and sat on the edge of the large square ottoman, and motioned her over. She went to him on unsteady legs, and when she was in reach, he grabbed her hips, and held her still. Nate then moved in behind her, and abruptly pulled the chemise off over her head. Holding her tightly against him, his hands covered her breasts and kneaded them roughly. Marcus pulled her forward, and after pulling her panties off, he swiped her pussy with his tongue.
She glanced over at her husband, and found him leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching raptly on the couch as these two men had their way with her. Nate twisted and pulled at her nipples, causing her to cry out, as Marcus used his expert tongue on her, alternating between long strokes with it, or shocking her with quick, hard flicks on her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she buckled slightly, but was easily caught by Nate, who slapped her breasts, and admonished her to be still.
She tried. She went over the most mundane things in her head to try and concentrate on anything BUT the immense pleasure these two men were giving her. Shopping lists, things at work she needed to get done, how she needed to get up in the attic and look for the serving platter her mother had asked her for. But it all came undone when Marcus worked two fingers inside of her and stroked her g-spot, while he began an unrelenting assault on her clit. She tried to shake free, but Nate threaded his arms through hers, pulling them back and holding her taut.
In no time, she came with a cry and a shudder, and slumped back against Nate in defeat. She felt him look over at her husband, and did the same, wondering at her fate.
“Seven minutes!” her husband exclaimed.
Nate laughed, and looked down at Marcus who was licking his lips clean, “Dude you owe me $20.00. She lasted two minutes longer than you said she would.”
Sandra blushed hotly while Marcus fished out his wallet, and slapped the bill into Nate’s hand with a grin, “It was worth it, she’s delicious.”
The men both turned quizzically to Ethan who motioned around to the assorted apparatus, “Use whatever you wish…she’s all yours.”
The men decided on the St. Andrew’s cross, and Nate walked her over to it, and strapped her in while Marcus shuffled through the armoire that housed all their toys. She wondered if her husband was going to participate at all, or if he was just going to observe. Marcus came back with a paddle, and Nate went over and picked up a crop.
“I did most of the work, so I get 13,” Marcus mentioned, and Nate agreed, then asked, “Do we make her count?”
“I think we should…Ethan speaks so highly of her discipline. Let’s see how well she does.”
Sandra tensed…with her husband, she knew what to expect, but with these new men she had no idea of how things would go. Still, she couldn’t help but notice how incredibly wet she was. But when Nate landed the crop on her ass with an incredibly hard *crack*, she cried out in genuine pain and shock before managing a tearful “One”.
Almost instantly her husband was there, quietly leading Nate to the side, and Marcus filled in, giving her two almost comically light swats with the paddle, which she dutifully counted. He then came up behind her, and rubbed the ugly weal to try and sooth it. He quietly asked, “Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“That blow was a bit too rough, but Ethan’s working it out. So, may I go a little harder?”
Sandra appreciated his concern and consideration, and nodded, “You may.”
Marcus moved his hand between her legs and gave her a few strokes that made her whimper, “Good girl,” he rumbled in her ear, causing her to shiver.
He stood back, and the next couple of blows he landed were pleasantly hard. Enough to bring her up on her toes, but wiggling her ass for more. Taking that as the encouragement it was, he finished up his 13, leaving her ass red and her slit dripping. As she’d counted along like she was supposed to, he rewarded her by kneeling between her legs, and lapping up her juices.
She sighed blissfully…the man really did love eating pussy, and as he did it expertly she wasn’t going to complain. After he’d gotten her all worked up again, he stood up and wet his index finger with her juices, and massaged around her asshole with it. In that low voice she was starting to really enjoy, he informed Sandra how anxious he was to fuck her there. With that he left her, and she let out a whimper of need which made him smile.
Marcus stepped back, and Nate took his place. She peeked, and saw that he’d swapped the crop for a flogger, and for that she was grateful. The flogger would still sting like hell, but it wasn’t nearly as concentrated as the crop was.
He didn’t waste any time, slashing the strands across her ass and she hissed, but with pleasure this time. Noting this, he struck first one cheek, than the other, and then he flicked it between her legs. The strands licked at her pussy, and she let out a moan. It was obvious Nate liked it rough, and she looked forward to that when it came to him fucking her.
Thinking of that caused her to lose count, and when Nate finished his 10 blows, her husband came up to take his place. “Five penalty swats from me, my darling,” he chuckled, “I can’t have you making me look bad in front of my friends.”
Ethan had taken over the crop from Nate, and he landed the kinds of blows on her ass that she knew to expect. When he’d finished, he dropped the crop and ran his hands soothingly down her ass and legs then released her ankles, and then ran them up her body and up her arms to release her wrists. He spun her around and captured her lips in a kiss that left her breathless.
“Your ass is so beautiful right now,” he grumbled, “red, striped, and so very hot,” He ran his hands over her cheeks and kneaded them roughly as she gasped. “But now it’s time to take care of our guests. Don’t forget to make yourself something too.”
He motioned her to the small bar, and told her what the men were drinking. She made up the drinks, and served the men, then got herself a glass of water. She was thirsty, and grateful for the break. While the men chatted and enjoyed their drinks, she knelt gingerly on the ottoman in front of them and sipped at hers.
Sandra hopped to her feet when the men finished, and collected their glasses and brought them back to the bar. When she turned, she saw her husband had put a pillow on the floor, and motioned for her to kneel on it. She did as instructed, and their guests stood. Her mouth watered at the thought of what was coming next. She loved sucking cock, and her husband had praised her technique more than once. Now she’d be able to show off to her new lovers.
Speaking of her husband, she glanced at him questioningly. He motioned her over, “Are you alright, darling?” he asked.
“Yes, I just…” she bit her lip, and hesitated.
He leaned over and tilted her head up, “Just what?”
“I thought you were going to join in.”
He kissed her gently, “I will, baby…when I feel the time is right. Now let’s not keep the gentlemen waiting any longer.”
He took her hand and led her back over to the cushion, and she knelt again dutifully. She turned to Nate first…she wanted to let him know there were no hard feelings. She undid his belt buckle, then his pants. He kicked off his shoes, and while he stepped out of his pants, he removed his shirt as well. With him naked in front of her, she looked up appreciatively. His body was finely chiseled, and he looked down at her and smiled as she ran her hands over his torso, before resting them on his hips. His cock was semi-hard, and she gauged it at just above average size, and definitely…girthy. Sandra loved feeling a softer cock get hard in her mouth, but still she hesitated. She hadn’t given another man a blow job since she and Ethan had started dating. She glanced around Nate at him, and he gave her a wink and a nod.
With his approval, she looked back up at Nate, and holding his gaze she ran her tongue up his length then slowly worked him into her mouth. As she began to suck him, he reached down and released the barrette holding her ponytail, letting her long hair fall down her back. He grabbed two handfuls of it and used it to hold her head steady. She braced her hands on his thighs, knowing from his actions that he wanted to fuck her mouth.
He plunged forward, bumping the back of her throat, and she had to pull back a bit, as tears stung her eyes. “Come on,” Nate urged, “you can do better than that, girl. Take it all down.”
After a couple of shallow thrusts, he moved forward again. Slower this time, but unrelenting. Sandra took a deep breath, and relaxed her throat as she’d trained herself to do, allowing him passage. She let out a muffled moan as his public hair tickled her nose. He held her there for a few moments, then pulled out slightly and back in again. She was ready for him, and swallowed as he moved forward so her throat massaged his cock.
He moaned, “Good girl, oh yeah…that feels amazing.”
She felt a rush of pleasure at this words, and as he thrust into her mouth a few more times, she allowed herself to wonder what the other men were doing. She didn’t have long to wait, as a few minutes later Marcus spoke up.
“Damn, man…you gonna let me have a turn at her pretty mouth, or what?”
Nate released her hair, and eased her off his cock, “Looks like it’s Marcus’ turn, little lady,” he leaned down and brushed away a stray tear, “but I’ll be back for that wet pussy of yours.” He stood and she glanced at her husband to find him adjusting his cock through his pants. She turned her head to find Marcus already undressed and sitting on the ottoman waiting.
He crooked his finger at her, “Come here, baby girl,” he crooned. Sandra smiled, and crawled over to him. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
There was nothing soft about Marcus’ cock, as it stood proudly away from his body. The ebony column was long and slim, and she licked her lips at the sight of it. She knelt up, and wrapped her hand around it, stroking it softly. She swirled her tongue around the plush tip, then lowered her head to engulf him. The angle wasn’t ideal for deep throating him, but he didn’t seem to mind. She hollowed her cheeks as she raised up, then sank back down. He lay back, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch.
She heard Nate ask her husband a question, but didn’t pay much mind, as she was enjoying Marcus’ cock too much. So she was surprised when she felt Nate’s hands lift up her ass, and chilly lube dribble down her crack. She gasped as his finger invaded her ass, then groaned as he started to move it slowly in and out. He added another, gently working them inside her until she relaxed. He removed his fingers, and she expected his cock next, but was surprised when one of the heftier plugs from their collection was slowly eased in instead. It was glass, and the rod had been wrapped in a spiral that always sent little shivers through her. Her husband jokingly called it the ice cream cone.
She shuddered as the ring of muscle stretched around it, then closed tight around the base. She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open, then Nate slipped it over his cock. His hands kneaded her tender ass, and she moaned. The vibrations caused Marcus to lift his hips, driving his cock into her mouth, and she moaned again.
Nate moved his hands to her hips, and gripped them tightly as he entered her pussy. She lifted her head and cried out at the feeling of having both her holes filled, then Marcus put his hand on the back of her head and urged her back down onto his length.
As Nate began to fuck her – he was rough just as she’d expected him to be – the pleasure grew inside her. He reached around her to pluck at her clit, but not enough to let her come. He then gripped the base of the plug and twisted it, causing it to ripple inside of her.
She released another muffled cry, and that drove Nate to plow into her even harder. He leaned over her, “I hope you ready,” he growled, then pulled out of her and tossed a condom to Marcus, who lifted her off of his dick. He slid his condom on, then grabbed her hair, and pulled her up on top of him. He entered her pussy in one swift motion, and began to saw inside of her. Nate lubed up his cock, then gripped the base of the plug, and slowly pulled on it until it was halfway out and held it there a long moment. She keened as it stretched her wide, then he removed it completely, and eased his cock into her ass.
Tears flowed as the two men took her. As one would enter her, the other pulled out. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Marcus kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples, and Nate scratched at the stripes on her ass. She was close to the edge of release, and needed that last little nudge to push her over. Suddenly, she saw Ethan’s face in front of her.
“Come for me,” he ordered. His words flipped a switch inside her, and she came with a cry. The men inside her gasped as she gripped them both tightly, her muscles spasming around them. Then Ethan stood, and his cock was in front of her.
She opened her mouth dutifully, and he eased it in. As she sucked him, she felt herself letting go into her subspace. The place where she let herself be used without worry, without thought. Where all she felt was sheer pleasure at being fucked so thoroughly.
“Fuck!” Nate exclaimed as he pounded into her a couple more times then came with a grunt. He caught his breath, then pulled out slowly. Sandra moaned as he moved away and pulled the condom off.
“Time to switch,” Ethan said to Marcus as Nate toweled off, pulled on his pants, and sat down on the couch. Ethan rolled on a condom, then helped Sandra off of Marcus who then stood up. Ethan took his place and pulled her down on top of him, burying his cock inside her. She felt the tip of Marcus’ dick bump against her asshole, then slide inside. It was easier this time as she was already relaxed, but the feeling of complete fullness was the same.
Ethan pulled her against him, and the two men started another relentless assault of her body. At this point she was nothing more than a vessel for them to fuck, so let herself concentrate on the sensation of them moving in tandem inside her.
“Help her come,” Ethan suggested to Marcus, who reached around and found her clit. His touch sent a shock through her, and she gasped. “Stroke her roughly,” her husband added.
Marcus did just that. The pleasure he elicited bordered on pain, and the co-mingling feelings drove her to another bone-shaking climax. Ethan stilled and held her tightly as Marcus drilled into her through her contracting ring. She buried her face in her husband’s shoulder and screamed as she felt Marcus expand inside her, and he came with a groan.
When he pulled out, Sandra whimpered. Ethan lifted her head to check on her. He liked what he saw. Tears streaked her face, leaving tracks of mascara behind. Her pupils were blown, and her eyes were glassy. Her lipstick was smudged, and her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily. He moved his cock slowly, and her eyes closed and she shuddered.
“Please…” she murmured, “I want you to use me too. Fuck my ass.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded, “I want to feel you come in me.”
“Turn over,” he ordered, “lay on your back on top of me, and spread your legs.”
Sandra turned her body, braced herself up with her arms, and lifted her legs, opening herself wide. He took off the condom, wrapped his hands around her thighs, and slid his cock into her ass. He began to buck roughly into her, and she cried out. She looked over to see their guests watching closely, and under normal circumstances would have been appalled to be seen by others in such a position, but now it was an utter turn on.
Marcus spoke up, “May I?”
Ethan agreed, and Marcus sauntered over. He put his hands on her thighs, and Ethan moved his to her waist. The other man leaned over, and dragged his tongue along her slit. He lapped up her considerable juices, and she knew being held so tightly was the only thing keeping her from thrashing about wildly. As her husband drove his cock hard into her ass, Marcus teased her clit.
“You’re such a little tramp,” her husband growled, “look at you. Lying here with my cock up your ass, getting your pussy eaten out by another man. You’re a slut, begging to have your ass filled with my come. Look at our other guest with his cock out watching you act like a dirty whore. Nate, get over here, and let this whore suck your cock.”
Nate smirked, and stood up. She shivered…Ethan’s talk just made her even wetter, and Marcus couldn’t be happier. He sucked her labia into his mouth, and drank her juices down. Nate gripped her head, and shoved his length into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly.
She was in a state of bliss she’d never experienced before. The pleasure she was feeling was indescribable. She felt wanton, used, abused, and if she weren’t getting so tired, she felt like she’d never want it to end.
Ethan’s fingers plucked painfully at her nipples, while Nate fucked her mouth, and Marcus worked her pussy. Nate finally groaned and pulled out of her mouth, and with a couple of quick strokes came with a splatter all over her belly. Marcus sucked her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she came with a screech, setting off Ethan’s climax as he pumped his cum into her with a cry.
Marcus came around and once again her mouth was filled with cock. She bobbed her head frantically, wanting to get her other new lover off one more time. He grabbed her head and held it still, and worked his cock down her throat, and fucked it roughly until she struggled. He pulled out, and while she frantically caught her breath he shot his cum on her tits.
The four of them stayed where they were for a moment, then their two guests asked to clean up. Ethan pointed them to the guest bathrooms both in the basement and upstairs, and the men headed out. That left Ethan and Sandra alone.
He helped her sit up, and he sat up as well, wrapping his arms around her, cradling her back against his chest. It was messy, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, “YOU were amazing.”
Sandra didn’t say anything, but she was shaking, and he knew she was crying. She usually did after an intense session, and this had been far more intense than anything they’d done before.
“Are you OK?” he asked, concern coloring his words.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her voice shaky, “I’m just suddenly so tired.”
“Come on, let’s get you in the tub.”
He carried her upstairs to their master bath, and turned on the water getting it nice and hot. He added some Epsom salts, and helped her in. He slipped on some sweatpants and left momentarily to see Nate and Marcus out, the two men thanking him profusely for such an enjoyable evening. He got a couple of glasses of wine, and went back to the bathroom, finding Sandra sprawled bonelessly in the tub. She took the wine gratefully, and as she sipped it, Ethan hopped in the shower and cleaned himself up.
When he was dried off, he went over to the tub and soaped up a washcloth, and began to wash her body. She let him do this without protest. Frankly she was just too sore and too tired to do so. He was gentle with her, and when she was clean he helped her stand up. He wrapped a towel around her, and let the water out of the tub, then dried her off.
When she was dry he led her to bed. She was falling asleep before he could even pull up the covers over her. He slid in beside her, and drew her close. She gasped as her tender behind made contact with him, but settled once his arm went around her. Ethan knew she’d want to talk about everything, but figured that could wait until morning. He relaxed, and sleep overcame them both.
The Main Course can be found here.
Sandra stopped in the bathroom just off the stairs to dab her face with a cool wash cloth, and clean herself up a bit, then she hurried down the stairs to the study. She was still on the edge, and was trembling a bit from the stimulation from the pearl panties and her husband’s hand when she reached the bottom step.
The three men were sitting on the leather couch and easy chairs, divested of their jackets and ties, when she made her appearance. Her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed, and her breath coming a bit heavily. Her husband smirked as the other two men raked their gazes over her.
“There you are,” he said fondly, “we were just talking about you.” She squirmed as he continued, “Since your service this evening was impeccable, thereby leaving nothing for us to punish you for, we’ve decided to play a game instead.”
The men smiled, and he explained further, “We’re going to start with 30 blows. These two men are going to work to make to you come, and for every minute that you hold off from doing so, we’ll subtract one blow. So for instance, if you make it a whole fifteen minutes, you’ll cut your punishment by half. Do you understand?”
Oh, she understood alright. She now knew why he’d edged her upstairs, and blushed. Knowing he expected an answer, she replied, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Good girl!” he exclaimed, “Gentlemen, you may begin.”
Marcus came around, and sat on the edge of the large square ottoman, and motioned her over. She went to him on unsteady legs, and when she was in reach, he grabbed her hips, and held her still. Nate then moved in behind her, and abruptly pulled the chemise off over her head. Holding her tightly against him, his hands covered her breasts and kneaded them roughly. Marcus pulled her forward, and after pulling her panties off, he swiped her pussy with his tongue.
She glanced over at her husband, and found him leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching raptly on the couch as these two men had their way with her. Nate twisted and pulled at her nipples, causing her to cry out, as Marcus used his expert tongue on her, alternating between long strokes with it, or shocking her with quick, hard flicks on her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she buckled slightly, but was easily caught by Nate, who slapped her breasts, and admonished her to be still.
She tried. She went over the most mundane things in her head to try and concentrate on anything BUT the immense pleasure these two men were giving her. Shopping lists, things at work she needed to get done, how she needed to get up in the attic and look for the serving platter her mother had asked her for. But it all came undone when Marcus worked two fingers inside of her and stroked her g-spot, while he began an unrelenting assault on her clit. She tried to shake free, but Nate threaded his arms through hers, pulling them back and holding her taut.
In no time, she came with a cry and a shudder, and slumped back against Nate in defeat. She felt him look over at her husband, and did the same, wondering at her fate.
“Seven minutes!” her husband exclaimed.
Nate laughed, and looked down at Marcus who was licking his lips clean, “Dude you owe me $20.00. She lasted two minutes longer than you said she would.”
Sandra blushed hotly while Marcus fished out his wallet, and slapped the bill into Nate’s hand with a grin, “It was worth it, she’s delicious.”
The men both turned quizzically to Ethan who motioned around to the assorted apparatus, “Use whatever you wish…she’s all yours.”
The men decided on the St. Andrew’s cross, and Nate walked her over to it, and strapped her in while Marcus shuffled through the armoire that housed all their toys. She wondered if her husband was going to participate at all, or if he was just going to observe. Marcus came back with a paddle, and Nate went over and picked up a crop.
“I did most of the work, so I get 13,” Marcus mentioned, and Nate agreed, then asked, “Do we make her count?”
“I think we should…Ethan speaks so highly of her discipline. Let’s see how well she does.”
Sandra tensed…with her husband, she knew what to expect, but with these new men she had no idea of how things would go. Still, she couldn’t help but notice how incredibly wet she was. But when Nate landed the crop on her ass with an incredibly hard *crack*, she cried out in genuine pain and shock before managing a tearful “One”.
Almost instantly her husband was there, quietly leading Nate to the side, and Marcus filled in, giving her two almost comically light swats with the paddle, which she dutifully counted. He then came up behind her, and rubbed the ugly weal to try and sooth it. He quietly asked, “Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“That blow was a bit too rough, but Ethan’s working it out. So, may I go a little harder?”
Sandra appreciated his concern and consideration, and nodded, “You may.”
Marcus moved his hand between her legs and gave her a few strokes that made her whimper, “Good girl,” he rumbled in her ear, causing her to shiver.
He stood back, and the next couple of blows he landed were pleasantly hard. Enough to bring her up on her toes, but wiggling her ass for more. Taking that as the encouragement it was, he finished up his 13, leaving her ass red and her slit dripping. As she’d counted along like she was supposed to, he rewarded her by kneeling between her legs, and lapping up her juices.
She sighed blissfully…the man really did love eating pussy, and as he did it expertly she wasn’t going to complain. After he’d gotten her all worked up again, he stood up and wet his index finger with her juices, and massaged around her asshole with it. In that low voice she was starting to really enjoy, he informed Sandra how anxious he was to fuck her there. With that he left her, and she let out a whimper of need which made him smile.
Marcus stepped back, and Nate took his place. She peeked, and saw that he’d swapped the crop for a flogger, and for that she was grateful. The flogger would still sting like hell, but it wasn’t nearly as concentrated as the crop was.
He didn’t waste any time, slashing the strands across her ass and she hissed, but with pleasure this time. Noting this, he struck first one cheek, than the other, and then he flicked it between her legs. The strands licked at her pussy, and she let out a moan. It was obvious Nate liked it rough, and she looked forward to that when it came to him fucking her.
Thinking of that caused her to lose count, and when Nate finished his 10 blows, her husband came up to take his place. “Five penalty swats from me, my darling,” he chuckled, “I can’t have you making me look bad in front of my friends.”
Ethan had taken over the crop from Nate, and he landed the kinds of blows on her ass that she knew to expect. When he’d finished, he dropped the crop and ran his hands soothingly down her ass and legs then released her ankles, and then ran them up her body and up her arms to release her wrists. He spun her around and captured her lips in a kiss that left her breathless.
“Your ass is so beautiful right now,” he grumbled, “red, striped, and so very hot,” He ran his hands over her cheeks and kneaded them roughly as she gasped. “But now it’s time to take care of our guests. Don’t forget to make yourself something too.”
He motioned her to the small bar, and told her what the men were drinking. She made up the drinks, and served the men, then got herself a glass of water. She was thirsty, and grateful for the break. While the men chatted and enjoyed their drinks, she knelt gingerly on the ottoman in front of them and sipped at hers.
Sandra hopped to her feet when the men finished, and collected their glasses and brought them back to the bar. When she turned, she saw her husband had put a pillow on the floor, and motioned for her to kneel on it. She did as instructed, and their guests stood. Her mouth watered at the thought of what was coming next. She loved sucking cock, and her husband had praised her technique more than once. Now she’d be able to show off to her new lovers.
Speaking of her husband, she glanced at him questioningly. He motioned her over, “Are you alright, darling?” he asked.
“Yes, I just…” she bit her lip, and hesitated.
He leaned over and tilted her head up, “Just what?”
“I thought you were going to join in.”
He kissed her gently, “I will, baby…when I feel the time is right. Now let’s not keep the gentlemen waiting any longer.”
He took her hand and led her back over to the cushion, and she knelt again dutifully. She turned to Nate first…she wanted to let him know there were no hard feelings. She undid his belt buckle, then his pants. He kicked off his shoes, and while he stepped out of his pants, he removed his shirt as well. With him naked in front of her, she looked up appreciatively. His body was finely chiseled, and he looked down at her and smiled as she ran her hands over his torso, before resting them on his hips. His cock was semi-hard, and she gauged it at just above average size, and definitely…girthy. Sandra loved feeling a softer cock get hard in her mouth, but still she hesitated. She hadn’t given another man a blow job since she and Ethan had started dating. She glanced around Nate at him, and he gave her a wink and a nod.
With his approval, she looked back up at Nate, and holding his gaze she ran her tongue up his length then slowly worked him into her mouth. As she began to suck him, he reached down and released the barrette holding her ponytail, letting her long hair fall down her back. He grabbed two handfuls of it and used it to hold her head steady. She braced her hands on his thighs, knowing from his actions that he wanted to fuck her mouth.
He plunged forward, bumping the back of her throat, and she had to pull back a bit, as tears stung her eyes. “Come on,” Nate urged, “you can do better than that, girl. Take it all down.”
After a couple of shallow thrusts, he moved forward again. Slower this time, but unrelenting. Sandra took a deep breath, and relaxed her throat as she’d trained herself to do, allowing him passage. She let out a muffled moan as his public hair tickled her nose. He held her there for a few moments, then pulled out slightly and back in again. She was ready for him, and swallowed as he moved forward so her throat massaged his cock.
He moaned, “Good girl, oh yeah…that feels amazing.”
She felt a rush of pleasure at this words, and as he thrust into her mouth a few more times, she allowed herself to wonder what the other men were doing. She didn’t have long to wait, as a few minutes later Marcus spoke up.
“Damn, man…you gonna let me have a turn at her pretty mouth, or what?”
Nate released her hair, and eased her off his cock, “Looks like it’s Marcus’ turn, little lady,” he leaned down and brushed away a stray tear, “but I’ll be back for that wet pussy of yours.” He stood and she glanced at her husband to find him adjusting his cock through his pants. She turned her head to find Marcus already undressed and sitting on the ottoman waiting.
He crooked his finger at her, “Come here, baby girl,” he crooned. Sandra smiled, and crawled over to him. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
There was nothing soft about Marcus’ cock, as it stood proudly away from his body. The ebony column was long and slim, and she licked her lips at the sight of it. She knelt up, and wrapped her hand around it, stroking it softly. She swirled her tongue around the plush tip, then lowered her head to engulf him. The angle wasn’t ideal for deep throating him, but he didn’t seem to mind. She hollowed her cheeks as she raised up, then sank back down. He lay back, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch.
She heard Nate ask her husband a question, but didn’t pay much mind, as she was enjoying Marcus’ cock too much. So she was surprised when she felt Nate’s hands lift up her ass, and chilly lube dribble down her crack. She gasped as his finger invaded her ass, then groaned as he started to move it slowly in and out. He added another, gently working them inside her until she relaxed. He removed his fingers, and she expected his cock next, but was surprised when one of the heftier plugs from their collection was slowly eased in instead. It was glass, and the rod had been wrapped in a spiral that always sent little shivers through her. Her husband jokingly called it the ice cream cone.
She shuddered as the ring of muscle stretched around it, then closed tight around the base. She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open, then Nate slipped it over his cock. His hands kneaded her tender ass, and she moaned. The vibrations caused Marcus to lift his hips, driving his cock into her mouth, and she moaned again.
Nate moved his hands to her hips, and gripped them tightly as he entered her pussy. She lifted her head and cried out at the feeling of having both her holes filled, then Marcus put his hand on the back of her head and urged her back down onto his length.
As Nate began to fuck her – he was rough just as she’d expected him to be – the pleasure grew inside her. He reached around her to pluck at her clit, but not enough to let her come. He then gripped the base of the plug and twisted it, causing it to ripple inside of her.
She released another muffled cry, and that drove Nate to plow into her even harder. He leaned over her, “I hope you ready,” he growled, then pulled out of her and tossed a condom to Marcus, who lifted her off of his dick. He slid his condom on, then grabbed her hair, and pulled her up on top of him. He entered her pussy in one swift motion, and began to saw inside of her. Nate lubed up his cock, then gripped the base of the plug, and slowly pulled on it until it was halfway out and held it there a long moment. She keened as it stretched her wide, then he removed it completely, and eased his cock into her ass.
Tears flowed as the two men took her. As one would enter her, the other pulled out. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Marcus kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples, and Nate scratched at the stripes on her ass. She was close to the edge of release, and needed that last little nudge to push her over. Suddenly, she saw Ethan’s face in front of her.
“Come for me,” he ordered. His words flipped a switch inside her, and she came with a cry. The men inside her gasped as she gripped them both tightly, her muscles spasming around them. Then Ethan stood, and his cock was in front of her.
She opened her mouth dutifully, and he eased it in. As she sucked him, she felt herself letting go into her subspace. The place where she let herself be used without worry, without thought. Where all she felt was sheer pleasure at being fucked so thoroughly.
“Fuck!” Nate exclaimed as he pounded into her a couple more times then came with a grunt. He caught his breath, then pulled out slowly. Sandra moaned as he moved away and pulled the condom off.
“Time to switch,” Ethan said to Marcus as Nate toweled off, pulled on his pants, and sat down on the couch. Ethan rolled on a condom, then helped Sandra off of Marcus who then stood up. Ethan took his place and pulled her down on top of him, burying his cock inside her. She felt the tip of Marcus’ dick bump against her asshole, then slide inside. It was easier this time as she was already relaxed, but the feeling of complete fullness was the same.
Ethan pulled her against him, and the two men started another relentless assault of her body. At this point she was nothing more than a vessel for them to fuck, so let herself concentrate on the sensation of them moving in tandem inside her.
“Help her come,” Ethan suggested to Marcus, who reached around and found her clit. His touch sent a shock through her, and she gasped. “Stroke her roughly,” her husband added.
Marcus did just that. The pleasure he elicited bordered on pain, and the co-mingling feelings drove her to another bone-shaking climax. Ethan stilled and held her tightly as Marcus drilled into her through her contracting ring. She buried her face in her husband’s shoulder and screamed as she felt Marcus expand inside her, and he came with a groan.
When he pulled out, Sandra whimpered. Ethan lifted her head to check on her. He liked what he saw. Tears streaked her face, leaving tracks of mascara behind. Her pupils were blown, and her eyes were glassy. Her lipstick was smudged, and her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily. He moved his cock slowly, and her eyes closed and she shuddered.
“Please…” she murmured, “I want you to use me too. Fuck my ass.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded, “I want to feel you come in me.”
“Turn over,” he ordered, “lay on your back on top of me, and spread your legs.”
Sandra turned her body, braced herself up with her arms, and lifted her legs, opening herself wide. He took off the condom, wrapped his hands around her thighs, and slid his cock into her ass. He began to buck roughly into her, and she cried out. She looked over to see their guests watching closely, and under normal circumstances would have been appalled to be seen by others in such a position, but now it was an utter turn on.
Marcus spoke up, “May I?”
Ethan agreed, and Marcus sauntered over. He put his hands on her thighs, and Ethan moved his to her waist. The other man leaned over, and dragged his tongue along her slit. He lapped up her considerable juices, and she knew being held so tightly was the only thing keeping her from thrashing about wildly. As her husband drove his cock hard into her ass, Marcus teased her clit.
“You’re such a little tramp,” her husband growled, “look at you. Lying here with my cock up your ass, getting your pussy eaten out by another man. You’re a slut, begging to have your ass filled with my come. Look at our other guest with his cock out watching you act like a dirty whore. Nate, get over here, and let this whore suck your cock.”
Nate smirked, and stood up. She shivered…Ethan’s talk just made her even wetter, and Marcus couldn’t be happier. He sucked her labia into his mouth, and drank her juices down. Nate gripped her head, and shoved his length into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly.
She was in a state of bliss she’d never experienced before. The pleasure she was feeling was indescribable. She felt wanton, used, abused, and if she weren’t getting so tired, she felt like she’d never want it to end.
Ethan’s fingers plucked painfully at her nipples, while Nate fucked her mouth, and Marcus worked her pussy. Nate finally groaned and pulled out of her mouth, and with a couple of quick strokes came with a splatter all over her belly. Marcus sucked her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she came with a screech, setting off Ethan’s climax as he pumped his cum into her with a cry.
Marcus came around and once again her mouth was filled with cock. She bobbed her head frantically, wanting to get her other new lover off one more time. He grabbed her head and held it still, and worked his cock down her throat, and fucked it roughly until she struggled. He pulled out, and while she frantically caught her breath he shot his cum on her tits.
The four of them stayed where they were for a moment, then their two guests asked to clean up. Ethan pointed them to the guest bathrooms both in the basement and upstairs, and the men headed out. That left Ethan and Sandra alone.
He helped her sit up, and he sat up as well, wrapping his arms around her, cradling her back against his chest. It was messy, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, “YOU were amazing.”
Sandra didn’t say anything, but she was shaking, and he knew she was crying. She usually did after an intense session, and this had been far more intense than anything they’d done before.
“Are you OK?” he asked, concern coloring his words.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her voice shaky, “I’m just suddenly so tired.”
“Come on, let’s get you in the tub.”
He carried her upstairs to their master bath, and turned on the water getting it nice and hot. He added some Epsom salts, and helped her in. He slipped on some sweatpants and left momentarily to see Nate and Marcus out, the two men thanking him profusely for such an enjoyable evening. He got a couple of glasses of wine, and went back to the bathroom, finding Sandra sprawled bonelessly in the tub. She took the wine gratefully, and as she sipped it, Ethan hopped in the shower and cleaned himself up.
When he was dried off, he went over to the tub and soaped up a washcloth, and began to wash her body. She let him do this without protest. Frankly she was just too sore and too tired to do so. He was gentle with her, and when she was clean he helped her stand up. He wrapped a towel around her, and let the water out of the tub, then dried her off.
When she was dry he led her to bed. She was falling asleep before he could even pull up the covers over her. He slid in beside her, and drew her close. She gasped as her tender behind made contact with him, but settled once his arm went around her. Ethan knew she’d want to talk about everything, but figured that could wait until morning. He relaxed, and sleep overcame them both.
Monday, November 30, 2015
The Dinner Party - Main Course
You can find the Appetizer course here.
Sandra blinked when the sun came through the blinds, and hit her in the eyes. As she moved to get up, the slight soreness between her legs made her smile. Things had gotten pretty wild last night. She looked over at Ethan who was still sleeping soundly and stroked his face, but he didn’t respond. He was still out like a light.
She laughed softly, slid out of bed, and padded softly to their bathroom where she took a quick shower. Wrapping a soft robe around herself, she went to the kitchen and got the coffee started. As it brewed, she stared out the kitchen window deep in thought about Ethan’s proposal the night before.
Yes, she’d always fantasized about being with multiple men at once, but not necessarily in the way he’d described. And what he had in mind – while a real turn on to think about – was also a little scary. She found sessions with just her husband overwhelming at times…what would it be like serving three Masters at once?
She was so deep inside her own head that she didn’t notice her husband come up behind her, and she started when he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed the back of her neck.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he murmured into her ear.
Sandra turned to look at him, “I’ve made a decision.”
“And…?”
She took a deep breath and replied, “I’ll do it.”
He smiled, and kissed her forehead, “I’m so proud of you. I promise this will be a night you will never forget.”
Sandra laughed, “I won’t forget it, because I’ll be doing all the work!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you’re generously rewarded,” he poured them both some coffee, and she quickly whipped up some scrambled eggs and toast for them.
After eating and doing the dishes, Ethan disappeared for a few minutes, and came back with a small bag. “This is for you to wear tonight.”
Sandra let out a little squeal, and reached in. The first thing she pulled out was a simple black silk chemise. She held it up, and it was so short it was barely going to cover her butt. She shot a look at Ethan, and he laughed. “There’s more in there…keep looking.”
She then pulled out a pair of panties, and was surprised to see that they were made of a stretchy black lace, with a double strand of pearls where the gusset would usually be. As she thought of what those pearls would do pressed up on either side of her clit, her cheeks turned pink.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
“They’re very pretty, but very naughty.”
“As they’re supposed to be. Wear these with your patent leather heels, and your black satin collar tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to go downstairs to get the study ready for tonight, and then I’m going to head to the office for a while. After that, I’m meeting the guys for lunch, and then we’re going golfing after. We’ll shower and have drinks at the club, and we should be back here about 6:30. I expect the house to be clean, dinner to be ready, and most importantly...YOU to be ready.”
Sandra nodded, “I will be.”
“Good girl.”
She leaned over and gave him a kiss, “I’m going to get dressed, and head to the store to get what I need for dinner tonight. If I’m not back by the time you leave, have fun today.”
Sandra did her grocery shopping, then went home and got the cake ready to go into the oven. As it baked, she did what little straightening up was needed. They had a housekeeper that came in every couple of weeks, and she’d just been to the house a couple of days ago so there wasn’t much that needed doing.
When the cake was finished she set it aside to cool, and got the lasagna ready. She did it fancy, with her homemade marinara and pasta, along with fresh mozzarella and sausage from the nearby Italian deli. It was lunchtime by the time she finished it, and put it in the fridge to set. She had a quick sandwich, then headed to the nail salon for a little pampering.
By the time she got home, there really wasn’t much left to do, so she took the opportunity to take a nice, long nap. She set the alarm to ensure she wouldn’t oversleep, but found her dreams taking a turn to what would be happening that evening, and woke up not as refreshed as she’d hoped. Instead of going back to sleep, she turned off the alarm, and dawdled around the house for an hour or so, until it was time to get the rest of the meal preparations done.
She got the bread ready to go, and the salad tossed and the dressing made to put on it just before dinner. Then she frosted the cake, set the table with their nicest linens and tableware, and looked at the clock. Still two hours before they’d be there.
Sandra was so fidgety. She found herself picking at her newly manicured nails, and forced herself to stop. She finally gave in, and had a glass of wine to try and calm her jangled nerves, then took a nice hot shower. She used her husband’s favorite scented lotion, dabbed the matching perfume on her pulse points, and dried her hair.
After flat-ironing it, she pulled it up into a loose ponytail, and putting on some shorts and a t-shirt, went into the kitchen to put the lasagna in. It would take about an hour to cook, and would need about 15 minutes to rest before serving, and she made sure to time it just right.
While it cooked, she finished getting ready. She put on her makeup, and the little chemise, then fastened the collar around her neck. She opted against wearing any other jewelry, and decided to wait on the panties and shoes until the last minute.
She had a quick bite to eat of the salad, and heated up a bowl of pasta and sauce that she’d made separately for herself to eat before the men got there. She washed it down with another glass of wine, brushed her teeth, and got the heels and panties on just as the oven signaled that the lasagna was ready to come out.
As she walked to the kitchen, she could feel those pearls start to do their work, and it notched her already nervous state to another level. Out came the lasagna, in went the garlic bread, and on went the dressing for the salad. She pulled out the bread just as she heard her husband pull up in the car at 6:30 sharp.
Sandra calmed the panic inside her, and went to the foyer. There she knelt with her head down, as Ethan turned his key in the lock and opened the door.
He seemed a bit surprised to see her there…the gesture wasn’t something he normally expected of her, but he guessed she did it as a good show to their guests, and smiled. He led the two men in and then put his finger under her chin, “My dear, you may stand.”
He helped her up and introduced her to Nate, a slim and tan man with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and Marcus, a burly man with ebony skin, dark hair and a neat beard. Both of whom looked her over with admiring eyes.
“Thank you, Sir. Dinner is ready, gentlemen…please, let me show you to your seats.”
Sandra led the men to the dining room, and Ethan landed a quick kiss on her ear, “It looks beautiful, my love, and so do you,” he surreptitiously slid a finger under the chemise, and smiled with approval at her being perfectly attired. Then with a little slap on her ass, he sent her to the kitchen to get dinner served.
As the men sat down, she came out with a pitcher of water, and a bottle of red wine. She silently poured everyone water, then opened the wine, and poured just a bit into the glass, and served her husband. He gave it a sniff and a taste, and nodded his approval. She poured glasses for their guests, and then finished filling her husband’s.
Once they had their drinks, Sandra retreated to the kitchen to get their meals ready. Every trip to the kitchen and back teased her further, and she found her pussy getting slick, which just heightened the sensation of the pearls against her sex.
She put a healthy portion of the pasta on a large plate with a warm hunk of bread, and put the salads on a smaller plate. She didn’t have a serving tray large enough for all of it, so she brought the salads out first, serving their two guests and then her husband. She then retreated, and brought out the dinner plates, following the same serving guidelines.
She looked to her husband for approval, and Ethan smiled, “It looks and smells wonderful, my pet. Please bring one of the stools out from the kitchen to sit on as we dine. That way if we need you for anything, you’ll be right here to provide it.”
He was pleased to see her turn bright pink, but she did as he instructed, retrieved the stool and put it in the corner, and perched herself on it with her knees primly together, and her heels hooked over the bottom rail of the stool.
Nate looked over at her, “Open your legs, girl. I want to see more of you.”
Sandra blushed even deeper. “As you wish,” she replied, and did as she was told.
His gaze worked up her legs and took in her puffy lips and wet slit surrounded by the white pearls and smiled. Turning to Ethan he commented, “You’ll need to tell me where you got those panties. They seem to have a very positive effect.”
Ethan grinned, “She’s always had a ‘thing’ for pearls, and I’m happy to indulge it.”
The men ate their dinner and chatted, and kindly complimented her on her cooking. Sandra in turn made sure their wine glasses stayed full, and cleared their dishes when they finished their dinner. She put on a pot of coffee for dessert, and hastily put away the food and rinsed the dishes while it brewed.
When it was finished she brought out cups, cream, and sugar, and poured them each a cup. It was then that Marcus made his first demand, and ordered her to stand next to him, and bend over the table.
With a hitch in her throat, she did as he said. He ran his hand up her thigh, over her ass, and back down again. His gentle caress raised goose bumps on her skin, and she let out the faintest whimper. He slid his finger up along her pussy lips, and pressed the tip against her clit teasingly. He circled it twice and withdrew, putting it in his mouth.
“Sweeter than any dessert,” he murmured, “I’m going to enjoy tasting that pussy later. Now stand up, and resume your duties.”
“Thank you,” Sandra whispered, and stood. She let out her breath shakily, and went back to the kitchen to get the men their cake. Once they were served, she perched back up on her stool until they were finished, and then cleared the table once more.
She heard Ethan direct their two guests downstairs, then he joined her in the kitchen. She was rinsing dishes when he came up behind her, kicked her legs apart, and roughly thrust two fingers inside her.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he growled, “I can’t wait to see those men down there get their hands on you,” he brought her to the brink of orgasm, then left her gasping as he removed his fingers and washed his hands in the sink.
“Join us as soon as you’re finished here, and don’t dawdle.”
She gathered her senses enough to reply with a weak, “Yes, Sir,” and she heard him move to the stairs. She let out a combination of a sob and a laugh, and wondered what the hell she’d gotten herself into…and in a few minutes she was about to find out just how far she could go.
Sandra blinked when the sun came through the blinds, and hit her in the eyes. As she moved to get up, the slight soreness between her legs made her smile. Things had gotten pretty wild last night. She looked over at Ethan who was still sleeping soundly and stroked his face, but he didn’t respond. He was still out like a light.
She laughed softly, slid out of bed, and padded softly to their bathroom where she took a quick shower. Wrapping a soft robe around herself, she went to the kitchen and got the coffee started. As it brewed, she stared out the kitchen window deep in thought about Ethan’s proposal the night before.
Yes, she’d always fantasized about being with multiple men at once, but not necessarily in the way he’d described. And what he had in mind – while a real turn on to think about – was also a little scary. She found sessions with just her husband overwhelming at times…what would it be like serving three Masters at once?
She was so deep inside her own head that she didn’t notice her husband come up behind her, and she started when he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed the back of her neck.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he murmured into her ear.
Sandra turned to look at him, “I’ve made a decision.”
“And…?”
She took a deep breath and replied, “I’ll do it.”
He smiled, and kissed her forehead, “I’m so proud of you. I promise this will be a night you will never forget.”
Sandra laughed, “I won’t forget it, because I’ll be doing all the work!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you’re generously rewarded,” he poured them both some coffee, and she quickly whipped up some scrambled eggs and toast for them.
After eating and doing the dishes, Ethan disappeared for a few minutes, and came back with a small bag. “This is for you to wear tonight.”
Sandra let out a little squeal, and reached in. The first thing she pulled out was a simple black silk chemise. She held it up, and it was so short it was barely going to cover her butt. She shot a look at Ethan, and he laughed. “There’s more in there…keep looking.”
She then pulled out a pair of panties, and was surprised to see that they were made of a stretchy black lace, with a double strand of pearls where the gusset would usually be. As she thought of what those pearls would do pressed up on either side of her clit, her cheeks turned pink.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
“They’re very pretty, but very naughty.”
“As they’re supposed to be. Wear these with your patent leather heels, and your black satin collar tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to go downstairs to get the study ready for tonight, and then I’m going to head to the office for a while. After that, I’m meeting the guys for lunch, and then we’re going golfing after. We’ll shower and have drinks at the club, and we should be back here about 6:30. I expect the house to be clean, dinner to be ready, and most importantly...YOU to be ready.”
Sandra nodded, “I will be.”
“Good girl.”
She leaned over and gave him a kiss, “I’m going to get dressed, and head to the store to get what I need for dinner tonight. If I’m not back by the time you leave, have fun today.”
Sandra did her grocery shopping, then went home and got the cake ready to go into the oven. As it baked, she did what little straightening up was needed. They had a housekeeper that came in every couple of weeks, and she’d just been to the house a couple of days ago so there wasn’t much that needed doing.
When the cake was finished she set it aside to cool, and got the lasagna ready. She did it fancy, with her homemade marinara and pasta, along with fresh mozzarella and sausage from the nearby Italian deli. It was lunchtime by the time she finished it, and put it in the fridge to set. She had a quick sandwich, then headed to the nail salon for a little pampering.
By the time she got home, there really wasn’t much left to do, so she took the opportunity to take a nice, long nap. She set the alarm to ensure she wouldn’t oversleep, but found her dreams taking a turn to what would be happening that evening, and woke up not as refreshed as she’d hoped. Instead of going back to sleep, she turned off the alarm, and dawdled around the house for an hour or so, until it was time to get the rest of the meal preparations done.
She got the bread ready to go, and the salad tossed and the dressing made to put on it just before dinner. Then she frosted the cake, set the table with their nicest linens and tableware, and looked at the clock. Still two hours before they’d be there.
Sandra was so fidgety. She found herself picking at her newly manicured nails, and forced herself to stop. She finally gave in, and had a glass of wine to try and calm her jangled nerves, then took a nice hot shower. She used her husband’s favorite scented lotion, dabbed the matching perfume on her pulse points, and dried her hair.
After flat-ironing it, she pulled it up into a loose ponytail, and putting on some shorts and a t-shirt, went into the kitchen to put the lasagna in. It would take about an hour to cook, and would need about 15 minutes to rest before serving, and she made sure to time it just right.
While it cooked, she finished getting ready. She put on her makeup, and the little chemise, then fastened the collar around her neck. She opted against wearing any other jewelry, and decided to wait on the panties and shoes until the last minute.
She had a quick bite to eat of the salad, and heated up a bowl of pasta and sauce that she’d made separately for herself to eat before the men got there. She washed it down with another glass of wine, brushed her teeth, and got the heels and panties on just as the oven signaled that the lasagna was ready to come out.
As she walked to the kitchen, she could feel those pearls start to do their work, and it notched her already nervous state to another level. Out came the lasagna, in went the garlic bread, and on went the dressing for the salad. She pulled out the bread just as she heard her husband pull up in the car at 6:30 sharp.
Sandra calmed the panic inside her, and went to the foyer. There she knelt with her head down, as Ethan turned his key in the lock and opened the door.
He seemed a bit surprised to see her there…the gesture wasn’t something he normally expected of her, but he guessed she did it as a good show to their guests, and smiled. He led the two men in and then put his finger under her chin, “My dear, you may stand.”
He helped her up and introduced her to Nate, a slim and tan man with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and Marcus, a burly man with ebony skin, dark hair and a neat beard. Both of whom looked her over with admiring eyes.
“Thank you, Sir. Dinner is ready, gentlemen…please, let me show you to your seats.”
Sandra led the men to the dining room, and Ethan landed a quick kiss on her ear, “It looks beautiful, my love, and so do you,” he surreptitiously slid a finger under the chemise, and smiled with approval at her being perfectly attired. Then with a little slap on her ass, he sent her to the kitchen to get dinner served.
As the men sat down, she came out with a pitcher of water, and a bottle of red wine. She silently poured everyone water, then opened the wine, and poured just a bit into the glass, and served her husband. He gave it a sniff and a taste, and nodded his approval. She poured glasses for their guests, and then finished filling her husband’s.
Once they had their drinks, Sandra retreated to the kitchen to get their meals ready. Every trip to the kitchen and back teased her further, and she found her pussy getting slick, which just heightened the sensation of the pearls against her sex.
She put a healthy portion of the pasta on a large plate with a warm hunk of bread, and put the salads on a smaller plate. She didn’t have a serving tray large enough for all of it, so she brought the salads out first, serving their two guests and then her husband. She then retreated, and brought out the dinner plates, following the same serving guidelines.
She looked to her husband for approval, and Ethan smiled, “It looks and smells wonderful, my pet. Please bring one of the stools out from the kitchen to sit on as we dine. That way if we need you for anything, you’ll be right here to provide it.”
He was pleased to see her turn bright pink, but she did as he instructed, retrieved the stool and put it in the corner, and perched herself on it with her knees primly together, and her heels hooked over the bottom rail of the stool.
Nate looked over at her, “Open your legs, girl. I want to see more of you.”
Sandra blushed even deeper. “As you wish,” she replied, and did as she was told.
His gaze worked up her legs and took in her puffy lips and wet slit surrounded by the white pearls and smiled. Turning to Ethan he commented, “You’ll need to tell me where you got those panties. They seem to have a very positive effect.”
Ethan grinned, “She’s always had a ‘thing’ for pearls, and I’m happy to indulge it.”
The men ate their dinner and chatted, and kindly complimented her on her cooking. Sandra in turn made sure their wine glasses stayed full, and cleared their dishes when they finished their dinner. She put on a pot of coffee for dessert, and hastily put away the food and rinsed the dishes while it brewed.
When it was finished she brought out cups, cream, and sugar, and poured them each a cup. It was then that Marcus made his first demand, and ordered her to stand next to him, and bend over the table.
With a hitch in her throat, she did as he said. He ran his hand up her thigh, over her ass, and back down again. His gentle caress raised goose bumps on her skin, and she let out the faintest whimper. He slid his finger up along her pussy lips, and pressed the tip against her clit teasingly. He circled it twice and withdrew, putting it in his mouth.
“Sweeter than any dessert,” he murmured, “I’m going to enjoy tasting that pussy later. Now stand up, and resume your duties.”
“Thank you,” Sandra whispered, and stood. She let out her breath shakily, and went back to the kitchen to get the men their cake. Once they were served, she perched back up on her stool until they were finished, and then cleared the table once more.
She heard Ethan direct their two guests downstairs, then he joined her in the kitchen. She was rinsing dishes when he came up behind her, kicked her legs apart, and roughly thrust two fingers inside her.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he growled, “I can’t wait to see those men down there get their hands on you,” he brought her to the brink of orgasm, then left her gasping as he removed his fingers and washed his hands in the sink.
“Join us as soon as you’re finished here, and don’t dawdle.”
She gathered her senses enough to reply with a weak, “Yes, Sir,” and she heard him move to the stairs. She let out a combination of a sob and a laugh, and wondered what the hell she’d gotten herself into…and in a few minutes she was about to find out just how far she could go.
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