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I can see us at a party. Nothing fancy, just a small dance party thrown by some friends. You’ve dressed a little slutty, for me, a little provocative in your short skirt and tight shirt, especially because I know your shaven pussy is bare underneath. I can see you from where I am sitting in the corner, and I’m watching you flirt with another man. You’re smiling as you sip your beer, and I can see the same dark glow in your eyes as you get when you challenge me. I’ve got a buzz on myself and a swollen, aching cock in my khakis that I can’t wait to bury inside you. You lean in and whisper in the guy’s ear, and I can see his eyes widen when he makes out what you’re saying. He wastes no time in taking you by the hand and leading you upstairs. I’m a little surprised you were so bold with me in the room, and I can’t decide to be angry or turned on that you’re acting like such a slut. All I know is I’m not going to let you get away with it.

The bass thumping through the house hides my footsteps as I walk up the stairs. The upstairs of the house is lit only by a few dim lights, making it hard to see where I’m going. A few couples are making out in various stages of drunken love down the hallway, one girl with her shirt already up under her chin and her breasts hanging out for the world to see. I wonder for a minute how I will find you in the dark chaos, until I walk by one of the bedrooms, its door barely ajar. I smile when I do, because I would know that desperate sucking, gulping sound anywhere, any time. I slowly push the door open, willing it not to creak, and watch your hedonistic display.

You’re down on your knees, skirt riding up enough to hint at acıbadem escort bayan the wet darkness underneath. Your hands rest on your new lover’s hips, urging him on as his cock slides in and out of your hungry mouth. Your hair is tousles, hanging low over your eyes, and already a hint of saliva glistens on your chin. My already painfully hard cock swells even further at the sight. Your anonymous partner stands over you, the tone to his groans making it obvious he can’t believe his luck. Both his hands rest passively on your shoulders, and I shake my head in disgust to see it. I take one step into the room and his head turns, eyes widening as he takes me in. It’s obvious he’s wondering if he’s about to get his ass kicked. You’re far too caught up in the cock you’re savoring to notice.

I start speaking just as he’s opening his mouth to start babbling excuses. “You’re not doing it right.” I see you start at the sound of my voice and you turn your head a bit to look at me, but like the slut you are you don’t let the cock slip out of your mouth. I walk over before the guy can pull away and wrap my fingers in your hair, forcing your head down further. We both hear you choke as his cock pushes into your throat and I can see his hands tighten on your shoulders. I hold you there until you start to struggle, only letting you pull away when your nails start digging into his hips. I smirk over at the guy whose dick you’ve been sucking. “She prefers it rough. Don’t let her up until she starts to gag. Don’t worry… she knows her place.” I unzip my khakis and pull out my already hard cock. “Don’t you, bağdat caddesi escort bayan slut?”

Immediately you let fall your new friend’s dick and wrap your hungry lips around my shaft. The guy strokes his wet cock while he watches you gobble mine. I keep my hand in your hair and pump in and out of your mouth vigorously, listening to you gurgle as you do. Seeing your slightly glassy stare, I can tell you’re a little drunk and loving every moment of your display. I pull out suddenly, leaving a trail of saliva between me and your dark, slightly swollen lips, and I slap you gently across the cheek. “Don’t forget about your friend.”

Soon you have a cock in either hand, dipping your head first one way and then the other, sucking each dick in turn. Every time my cock enters your warmth I push in deep, not stopping until I hit the back of your throat, and keep you there until you gag. Your friend isn’t quite as rough but its easy to tell he enjoys degrading you, smearing his sticky head across your face every time you turn to him. And by the heavy breathing and increasingly wet blowjobs you’re giving us both, I know you love it too.

I lift you by the hair, forcing you to scramble to get your sandaled feet under you in time. “Bend over the bed,” I instruct you in a voice hoarse with desire. “You can keep using her mouth,” I tell your friend, “But her cunt belongs to me.” You bend over, trembling with anticipation, and I rub my cockhead up and down your soaking wet pussy. It immediately starts weeping its juice all along my dick, and when I push into you there’s almost kozyatağı escort bayan no resistance at all from your sopping wet hole. Your moan is muffled when the man pushes his dick back into your mouth, and I immediately start fucking you hard. I push my pants down further and seize your hips in both hands, taking you rough and fast. Each time I push in my balls slap against your clit, making you whimper, and the force pushes you further along the cock in your mouth until it rubs against the back of your throat. The tight, rhythmic squeezes of your soaked pussy push me rapidly towards the edge, and by the grunt of the man fucking your mouth it rapidly becomes apparent he’s feeling the same way. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunts as he grinds your face into his groin.

“Pull out and cum on her face.” I grit my teeth, trying to hold on. “That’s where the bitch likes it.” As soon as his cock leaves your mouth he starts to spurt, splashing his cum across your lips and cheeks. He jacks off, smearing his cum around your face while you moan and squirm on my cock.

I slap your ass hard. “NOW,” I tell you. You whip around, mouth already open and desperate. The air, so much colder than your wet pussy, kisses my cock as I jerk off, adding my cum to the already sticky mess your face has become. Your makeup has run, leaving you looking bedraggled and slutty–and incredibly beautiful. My head reels as I cum, milking the last few drops into your mouth for you to taste, and I sag onto the bed. Looking up I notice your friend has left, leaving you curled around my leg and your head in my lap like a kitten seeking comfort and attention. I stroke your hair while you delicately lick my cock clean, looking up at me with those immensely dark eyes, your cumstained face an image of unholy beauty. I smile down at you tenderly, though part of me even now wants nothing more than to grip you by the throat and savage your body until you plead with me to stop. “My sweet pet,” I murmur. “You still remember who you belong to, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” You whisper. “You. Always you.”

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[If you’re looking for hardcore BDSM this isn’t it. Diane and I are light weight. Yes, we have handcuffs, butt plugs and a lot of latex, but we only play at it.]

This week was Diane’s turn. She handed me a cock cage and told me to put it on and lock it. When I started to protest she gave me the key and said, “Don’t worry, here’s the key. You hang onto it.”

I was hesitant about locking my dick up in a steel cage so I made sure the key worked before I got the cage anywhere near my cock.

The key worked perfectly so I was up for it. But my dick was getting too hard to fit in the cage and there was no way I was fitting the ring around my dick and behind my balls.

Diane pulled the front of her panties down and told me to relieve the pressure by filling her panties with my cum. I quickly started stroking. When I shot my load she pulled her panties up and rubbed the cum into her pussy.

It took a while before my cock lost its hardness. Even then I still couldn’t slide the cage over it. Diane gave me a blow job but that only made it worse.

Finally she went into the kitchen and came back with a bag of frozen peas. They were so cold I thought my dick was going to shrivel up and fall off. But the peas did their job.

Diane wrapped her hand around my balls and put the ring on my cock making sure it was behind my balls. When she snapped the ring closed I slid the cage over my pea sized cock. Before Diane clicked the lock closed I checked one more time to make sure the key fit.

After Diane clicked the lock shut I put the key on my key ring.

We got dressed and went out to our favorite restaurant. The cock cage felt weird and I spent the entire meal ardahan escort trying to adjust myself. Kinda like a ball player.

When we got home from the restaurant Diane wanted to fuck. “Give me the key. I think this cage thing is harder on me than it is on you.”

“Not yet, I want to see if I can do it for a couple days.”

At bedtime Diane came out of the bathroom wearing a one piece crotchless teddy that didn’t even begin to cover her wet pussy. She reached over and pulled my underpants off and straddled me.

It was a little bit awkward because the cock cage curved downwards, but Diane was able to get her pussy wrapped around it. I saw her eyes glaze over as she started doing a camel-toe slide on the hard stainless steel cage.

Camel-toe slides are one of our favorite sex acts. I get to watch her pussy sliding up and down my hard cock as I ejaculate.

This camel-toe slide was different though. I watched her slide her pussy over the cock cage but I didn’t feel much of anything. Then she started panting and climaxed faster than I’ve ever seen her.

When she caught her breath she said, “This thing is great! It will stay hard forever and I can masturbate on it as much as I want, for as long as I want.”

When we woke in the morning we were spooning with my caged cock wedged between her ass cheeks. Normally I’d have a huge woody about this time, but not this morning. But my cock was trying. If the wire guage on the cock cage was smaller my dick would have been sliced and diced.

Diane said softly, “Between you eating my pussy and me masturbating on that steel cage I must have cum a dozen times.”

“At adıyaman escort least,” I replied. “Not once for me though.”

“If you take that thing off while I’m in the shower we can remedy that,” she said, as she jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I was still in bed when Diane came out of the bathroom. I was still wearing the cock cage. “Unlock that thing and fuck me!” she demanded.

She was standing in front of me, just out of the shower with water running down her beautiful body. I wanted nothing more but to fuck her, but I said, “No, I’m going to tuff this out until you get back from Denver.”

Diane had to go on a two day business trip to Denver this morning. While looking at my caged cock she asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded and she said, “If the pressure gets too great you always have the key.”

When I dropped her off at the airport I handed her the key and said, “What’s the purpose of the cock cage if I have the key? You’ll be home in two days. I think I can bear being locked up till then.”

Two days later as I was getting ready to leave for the airport Diane called and said she needed to stay in Denver over the weekend for three more days of meetings next week.

I was fucked. I headed down to Lowe’s in search of bolt cutters. They had several different models but every one of them looked like it would cut my dick off if I slipped.

I couldn’t get mad at Diane for leaving me locked in this thing. It was my fault for giving her the key.

Five days later I picked her up at the airport. While we were riding home I unzipped my pants and told her karabük escort to unlock the damn thing.

“I don’t have the key,” she said. “I put it back on your key ring while you were getting my suitcase out of the trunk last week. You’ve had the key all along.”

I looked at Diane, then down at my caged cock hanging out of my pants and said, “Please get it off my key ring and unlock my cock.”

While she was getting the key off my key ring I got off the freeway and pulled into a Wendy’s parking lot.

When she took the padlock off my dick was so swollen she had a hard time pulling the cage off. With a lot of her spit it finally came off. At which point I immediately got the biggest hardest erection I’ve ever had.

The ring that was secured behind my balls was so tight she couldn’t remove it. It felt like my dick was being strangled.

I started to yank on my cock to relieve the pressure, but Diane stopped me and went down on me right there in the Wendy’s parking lot. Even after Diane sucked me dry the ring was still preventing me from losing my erection. We both tried to unsnap the ring but it was still too tight.

Diane started to jerk me off hoping it might help I put the car in reverse and backed out.

Even after cumming a second time my dick was still hard when we pulled into our garage. Diane headed to the freezer for a bag of frozen peas. “Wait a minute,” I said. “I don’t want to waste a perfectly good hard-on. Drop your panties and bend over.”

She bent over the kitchen table and hiked her skirt but she wasn’t wearing any panties. My cock still had cum all over it so it slid in her pussy easily as I rammed it in all the way to that damn ring that was stuck around my balls.

I finally put the bag of peas on my swollen member after cumming for the third time and was able to remove the cage ring.

“That was awesome,” she said. “I think we may have to lock you up again.” She leaned over and took my shriveled up cock in her mouth to see if she could suck some life back into it.

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*****

The bar was beautiful and smelled of expensive leather and premium alcohol. The booths offered some privacy unless you wanted to sit at the bar itself, then it was a wide open display of each booth and the entrance to the very private bar. Only a select few were allowed in and Thomas was most of that reason. The money he made offered him a sanctuary from most prying eyes and this was his home away from home.

Thomas sat in the bar waiting for her to arrive. She had called him a week ago and he knew, just by the tone of her voice what she wanted. He sipped a glass of wine and patiently waited. The noise of the bar not stopping the thoughts of the “blind date” her friends had set up. One had been his in the past and she knew what he needed in a “date”. Serena had told him that Jenna was the one, she was exactly what he needed and that is who had set them up. He had hoped that Serena was right.

*****

Jenna dreaded going to the bar; it was so eighties! Her mind pictured the low life that happened most bars, either hoping to get laid or ugly or ugly hoping to get laid. That was not going to happen anytime soon. Her last date was ridiculous, she first thought he was homosexual only to find out he was a metrosexual with a lust for his mother she found this out when he walked her to her apartment door only to drop his pant and whisper “Spank me, mommy, I have been a bad boy.” Talk about getting your messages crossed Serena laid off matchmaking for a year after that “Perfect match” Now was the new year of being offloaded to the less pathetic of co-workers and friends of Pete; Serena’s husband of four months.

Jenna thought about Pete and Serena and the odd marriage they seem to have. Jenna had strange ideas about their relationship, thinking how it might be in their bedroom as he seems to dominate Serena’s every move. To Jenna, Pete seemed uncaring and overwhelming since they had married. Rarely has he shown the romance of their courting he had flourished on Serena but seemed more a bully now, but she seems happy enough.

Jenna, in the beginning, had envied Serena, ever since Jenna was a kid and read The Last Tango in Paris and The Story of O; her ideal man or dream romance was a cross between those books and The Knights of the Round Table. Perhaps a James Bond edginess, regardless Serena’s description of her “Blind Date” was so cliché. “Tall, Dark and Handsome with oodles of cash”. Jenna made sure to have enough money to pay for the drinks and get a cab. One of Serena’s set-ups was supposed to be rolling in the dough had forgotten his wallet leaving Jenna to cover the check when she came out of the restroom to find her “date” had an emergency. Using all her money on the bar bill she found herself walking home that night.

Jenna hailed the Taxi and gave the address to the driver. “Ya goin’ ta some fancy soiree like thing in that neighborhood Toots or are ya the entertainment? Not that it is any of my business just seeing where I picked ya up and all, though you look good ya can tell you’re not even in the same ZIP code if ya knows what I mean!” Jenna looked down at her best work suit and sighed the Cabbie was right she looked like a cheesy porn star dressed like the librarian she was.

“Ah just great!” Jenna picked up her cell and calls Serena. Before offering pleasantries Jenna spouts off. “My navy suit, pink blouse and patent shoes are they totally wrong for this “Date”?” Listening to Serena to take the bun out of her hair and lower the cleavage on her blouse by two buttons. Had Jenna seeing what the cabbie saw. Hanging up after a muttered growl of thanks, Jenna decided to go with the free flowing comments and changed her appearance the best way she could. Jenna applied some makeup, brighter lipstick she had received from Serena for Christmas but never dared to wear and let her hair fall in loose waves down her back.

She undid three buttons down to her bra as the taxi pulled up to the front of Atheneum; she growled again. Now she would look like a whore walking into a library, not the other way around. Automatically her scholastic mind had both identified the name of the bar in all its tenses, genders and defined it’s Latin meaning and origin. ‘The sanctuary of Athena at Athens, built by the Roman emperor Hadrian, and frequented by poets and scholars. An institution for the promotion of literary or scientific learning. A library or reading room.’ She deduced stepping out of the cab.

She paid the cabbie and walked into the building; if she had anyone to talk to she would still be speechless. The room was large and warmly decorated in a masculine way with leather wingback chairs in groupings with a glass circular table in the midst of each grouping. The bar was made out of mahogany and the sweet acrid smell of, leather and fine cognac and that comforting scent of smoke from a fine cigar or pipe tobacco.

Jenna walked to the bar, no one was seated at it, the Barmaid hurried over to serve Jenna. “What can I get for you Ma’am?” she says in the sweetest English accent Jenna has ever heard. Jenna placed her order for a Tom Collins çapa escort and continued to look around the bar. The drink arrived as the maid went to place the drink in front of Jenna, two men were coming to blows. As quiet as a mouse, a hulking man in a tux grabs both men by their collars and drags them out of the bar. The only thing spilled was Jenna’s drink down the front of her pink blouse. The Barmaid quickly thrusts towels at Jenna and pulls one of the waitresses off the floor to take over.

Grabbing Jenna’s arm The maid identifies herself as Brittonia and brings her into the woman’s restroom. “Oh!” Jenna cries when she sees her blouse is a lost cause. “At least it looks like my date is a no show. I can sneak out the back and commiserate at home with my jammies on and a small tub of Ben and Jerry”. Brittonia smiles “Ah, what daft man would stand you up! Half of the bar was looking at you when you came in the other half was ogling you when you turned with that wet blouse plastered on you showing your girls.” Brittonia mutters.

“Yes, well that is Thomas’ loss and my gain.” Jenna snaps as she views how see-through her blouse really was. Stripping off her blouse she places it in the bag Brittonia hands her and does up the suit jacket. Looking in the mirror Jenna is taken back at the woman looking back at herself. Pink in the face from embarrassment has left her with a slight glow, her deep burgundy painted lips look pouty, and the hint of lace from her bra peeking above her suit jacket giving her a more sultry look. “Ah, you say Thomas, the only Thomas’ I know are your drink and the Bossman himself. I will be back” she says to Jenna before Jenna has a chance to stop her. Her only way out of the meeting would be to escape before some fat balding owner comes in for a free show, not tonight and not ever. The right man is obviously only a dream or figment of the imagination. Gathering her purse and the bag with her blouse Jenna walks out of the room and heads towards the exit.

She is stopped dead in her tracks when she hears “Right, that is her Sir!” she hears Brittonia. Suddenly she hears a deep commanding voice “Stop!” Jenna stumbles only a moment and decides she has had a tough enough week and before taking the next step she feels the warm big hands of a man on her upper arm. He smells spicy and masculine her heart does a flip as the estrogen in her system tries to talk her into doing that Southern Belle “Fiddley Dee” thing.

Jenna is held upright by the left arm as if stopping her from falling and turning her around as if she was a mere waif of a child. Suddenly she finds herself in the Man’s arms slightly bowing back over his right arm as if having just been dipped in the soundless dance no one else is aware of. Before Jenna can utter a word. Thomas rights her to standing and with a twinkle in his eyes, Jenna stares down to where he is looking and turns beet red when she sees her blazer is now missing a button and barely contains her bra-clad chest. She presses herself against Thomas to try to cover herself up and attempts to find her dignity when he whispers in her ear.

*****

Thomas had seen her come into the bar after getting a text from Serena. He had moved on purpose to avoid her view and then watched her demeanor and her reaction to the bar itself. He could feel the pull. He could sense what she needed but wanted her to come to him. When Brittonia called out his name he could have tied and whipped her but he would save that for later. He had moved quickly when he saw his “date” turn to leave the bar and ordered her to stop. She was like a baby rabbit on the move.

He crossed the expanse in a second, caught her up to her swiftly and pulled her against him. “I will get you a top quickly and then you will come and sit and have the drink I owe you.” He whispered and yet somehow his Dom’s voice was in the whispers. He was plain and commanding in what he wanted and expected her to follow his lead. He turned and told a waitress to bring his guest a white top and to be quick about it. The white shirt appeared as if by magic and was handed to her. The bar fairly empty except a couple of regulars. “Go ahead and put it on.” He sat them down at the bar giving her space to breath but enough closeness for him to know she would not rabbit again.

*****

Jenna could feel, this man whom she believed was perhaps her date, Thomas, was a man who would not broach insubordination of his staff nor the clients that frequented his establishment. The pounding in her head started in a low drum beat to a full-scale orchestra. Taking the offered top Jenna stepped from her barstool and found her way blocked by the leg of Thomas as he catches her from moving away. “I am only going to the restroom,” she says to Thomas yet the smart ass retort on her tongue doesn’t come out in the sharp tone she imagined but found it more of a throaty whisper leaving her mouth as she found she could not look him directly in the eyes. The physical presence and the aphrodisiac scent of Thomas’ cologne affect her in a deep-seated way, fatih escort causing her body to respond to an unheard command. She could feel all her womanly needs wake as her nipples feel as though someone is tugging them, her lace thong does little to capture her wetness. She looks at her hand on the man’s thigh and then reality hits her. She was mortified to see she was stroking his leg like she has never touched a man before. Even more stupefied to see he was staring at her with a knows all grin. She let her hand drop then looked him straight in the eyes. “I doubt you would want me to change here so if you would excuse me I am going to the ladies room.” A short gaff from Brittonia before she stood to flee had Jenna aware deep down that Thomas was nobody’s fool and she crossed a line.

*****

Thomas smiled and watched her stand to leave the main bar room for a second time tonight. “No. Stay here, I would like it very much if you would stay beside me,” he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving hers. He waited on her semi-patiently. He could tell she didn’t know in her soul what she was to him or to other Dominant men like him. He leaned back and tapped the bar, Brit moved quickly and filled his drink and then looked at Jenna, “Perhaps a name to go with the night’s adventures miss?” Brit was fishing for Thomas. He eyed Brit, “Her name is Jenna, and I want her drink filled and you to walk away.” He spoke in a dark tone that brooked absolute authority.

His head swiveled and looked at Jenna again. “Please slip the top on and sit beside me. I don’t want you to walk away.” He smiled, turning on the megawattage and patted the seat beside him.

*****

Jenna could not believe how the curt, crisp words could cause her body to melt; while her brain said to run and never look back. Pictures infiltrated her imagination as hints at what this man was like and how she would react to him. Flashes of images of them both naked and the different places he would sexually take her had her blushing.

She shook her head as she noticed herself staring at Thomas as if he was steak and she was starving. Slowly Jenna undid her jacket and handed it to Thomas silently. She slipped her top over her head and felt all eyes on her. She quickly sits back down turning her back to everyone and tries to avoid looking in the mirror. Jenna was not sure what would happen next or what she should say or do, she just instinctively waited until the heaviness in the room and in her head receded.

*****

Thomas moved again placing his hand on her back, “You feel it don’t you?” he asked her watching her eyes darting and the way her body is reacting. “Do you want to step outside with me and get some fresh air?” He asked her testing her resistance to him. He could see how much her body was reacting however, it was her mind, he was pushing her resistance.

*****

Jenna didn’t talk or perhaps couldn’t; would be more fitting, yet she nodded and stood following his direct approach as word and law. She bit the inside of her cheeks and tried to will herself to dig up her backbone but her will swayed to what Thomas was saying. In his quiet demeanor, Thomas made it feel like it was her own decision, not ordered around like a mere child as it looked like Serena had in her relationship. ‘Relationship’ where had that thought come from, they were not in a relationship. Standing taller Jenna moved to Thomas’ right and stopped looking at the setting sun going down behind Thomas giving a look of a halo over his head. Her body reacted to the quick quip of Heavens Devil that popped in her head and again her mind took her on a fantasy ride with Thomas the leader in the fantasy. She had to get her head back on straight. “I never thanked you for the top and I am only supposing you are Thomas my date for this evening?” holding out her hand she stated she was Jenna.

*****

Thomas guided her through the bar and out the door into the cool night air. His hands never leaving her back or her body. “Yes my name is Thomas Reed, I hope that you will consider me your date for the evening. As far as the top goes, I have to say that it was my responsibility to make sure you are safe from prying eyes.” He smiled again letting her get through the shock of meeting him and the embarrassment of the spilled drink. “So we can stay here and get food, or I can take you out.” He paused. “I think out.” He turned and flagged down a taxi. He gave an address to the cabbie and helped her into the seat. His hand touching her leg softly.

The small Italian restaurant would not have even been seen if he had not guided her inside and sat her down at a small table. “Please tell me about yourself, Serena didn’t really give me much.” He again laid a small test out to her.

*****

Jenna’s head was spinning as he answered her questions not expecting a response and moved with it pulling her deeper into his will and way. “What do you want to know? I was born a country girl, went to University got my degree and now I am the head librarian and archivist for the aksaray escort New York City library system. Oh, and we are always pleased with the donation you send each year.” Why had she said that? what is wrong with her calm cool aloft approach she handled everyday matters with? “I have never been married or found someone man enough to carry on a relationship overly long. I have hopes and fantasies I mean dreams of eventually retiring on a quiet island away from the rat race of this city.” Inside she moaned to herself ‘what a twit never married, fantasies, why don’t you just jump him here right on the table of the restaurant? She, on one hand, wished the night over and on the other hoped it would never end. “What else would you like to know?”

*****

“Well, I am assuming you know about me from what you have read.” He stated his eyes scanning her face and her body. “So tell me what island I need to purchase.” He smiled turning and ordering them both dinner. Serena had told him that she had no food allergies, so he comfortably ordered a small salad and food for both of them. He watched her body as his foot slipped between her legs, pushing into her personal space. “I am single, looking to find that right person to match me intellectually and physically. Tell me how often you work out.” He commanded in a soft voice.

*****

Jenna voluntarily offered her Ideal type of island while she watched the waiter interact with Thomas. Everyone treated him with a respect and needing to please way, be the person male or female. Listening to him list off his commands and list his desired mate gave Jenna a strange feeling of pride being in this man’s presence. The way he can take over a whole conversation and make you feel it was natural had Jenna smile. Her body became pumped with a sexual adrenaline that has her heart pumping like she was in the middle of a triathlon. Those fantasies she keeps seeing are only what her body craves for with this man. His commanding personality takes away from the heaviness she feels when she has to be the boss and run the library system. She would rather be receiving orders than giving them, deep inside every decision she has made over the years has put her in a self-contained prison where she is finally hearing the unlocking of the doors leading her to a freedom she for so long has craved. “I jog every day to work and on my lunch, I run up and down the stairs at work 12 floors twice a day besides which is in my normal need to travel the different floors.” Why would he be asking this question she wonders to herself. “Tell me about the Atheneum, why you choose to open up your bar. It reminds me of the age-old Gentleman’s Den. You have so many holdings and shares all over the world but you spend most of your time in New York and your bar has mystery and has a legend of having a secret social network somewhere on the premises yet no one really knows for sure. You are never seen in the paper, online or in the news with a woman and network 69 claims you have a homosexual den of inequity in the back because rarely a woman is seen to enter the front door. The reporter claimed he was not allowed down the lane which runs behind your building but proposes politicians and dignitaries enter that way to keep their names from the evils of your ways.” She paused and then continued “How much if any truth is in that statement from last week’s segment?” she asks.

*****

Thomas signaled the waiter and the salads arrived. He again brushed her leg now with his foot, forcing a physical contact. “You tell me, Jenna, having known me for 20 minutes, do you think I am homosexual? I will tell you about my bar and the other questions but answer that first.” he mused softly and at his salad watching her waiting for her to eat. He pointed to her food as she started to speak.

*****

The quick joy of being shrewd or perhaps just a shrew was short-lived when she is called to task. Her smile fades as she grabs her fork and shakes her head. “No, I would never believe you or anyone setting foot in there are not straight they all seem to have 110% testosterone. Every man in the bar seemed to exhibit very masculine traits and has a dominance about them like they are above everyone, but, no one needed to force these impressions on anyone else. The whole atmosphere shouts refinement and privacy. I think the reporter was just not welcome in or given any insight of what the Atheneum held within her walls. Jealousy, envy or just cowardly he launched an attack on your name as everywhere else your charity’s, work with the community everyone loves you and no skeletons are rattled. That is what I think. Frankly, it would not surprise me to find you are much like a sailor with a girl in every port, you have more male stamina than anyone I have met in my life.”

*****

“Hmmm, is that what you think of me really?” He asked. The waiter put two small plates of lasagna on the table along with breadsticks and vanished. “The bar is my get away. Even if it was only open to me, it would stay open, and ready for me to go, sit and relax.” He mused to her. He ate slowly watching her reaction. “I have been only with a handful of women, mostly because I haven’t found the right one for me.” He tapped on her plate. “Please eat.” His food disappeared with a mechanical speed. He finished and sat sipping the red wine on the table watching her eat. “Do you want to see the back room?” he asked finally.

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An sadomasochistic, erotic story that will awaken any woman’s sexual passions where a girl he knows into a kind of erotic torture chamber- Part- 3

During the ten minutes grace that I mentally allowed Leah in which to recover from the violence of her struggles, I quietly studied her as she stood helpless, almost supporting herself by resting her weight on her wrists. She was to me an exhilarating spectacle, her bosom fluttering, rising and falling as she caught her breath, her cheeks still flushing, her large hat somewhat disarranged, while her dainty well-fitting dress displayed her neat comely figure to its fullest advantage.

She regained command of herself wonderfully quickly, and then it was evident that she was stealthily watching me in horrible apprehension. I did not leave her long in suspense, but after going slowly round her and inspecting her, I placed a chair right in front of her, so close to her its edge almost touched her knees, then slipped myself into it, keeping my legs apart, so that she stood between them, the front of her dress pressing against the fly of my trousers. Her head was now above mine, so that I could peer directly into her downcast face.

As I took up this position, Leah trembled nervously and tried to draw herself away from me, but found herself compelled to stand as I had placed her. Noticing the action, I drew my legs closer to each other so as loosely to hold her between them, smiling cruelly at the uncontrollable shudder that passed through her when she felt the pressure of my knees against hers!,

Then I extended my arms, clasped her gently round the waist, and drew her against me, at the same time tightening the clutch of my legs, till soon she was fairly in my embrace, my face pressing against her throbbing bosom. For a moment she struggled wildly, then resigned herself to the unavoidable as she recognised her helplessness.

Except when dancing with her, I had never held Leah in my arms, and the embrace permitted by the waltz was nothing to the comprehensive clasping between arms and legs in which she now found herself. She trembled fearfully, her tremors giving me exquisite pleasure artvin escort as I felt them shoot through her, and murmured beseechingly: ‘Please don’t, Deepak!’

I looked up into her flushed face, as I amorously pressed my cheek against the swell of her bosom: ‘Don’t you like it, Leah?’ I said maliciously, as I squeezed her still more closely against me. ‘I think you’re just delicious, dear, and I am trying to imagine what it will feel like, when your clothes have been taken off you!’

‘No! No! Deepak!’ she moaned agonizingly, twisting herself in her distress, ‘let me go, Deepak; don’t … don’t …’ and her voice failed her.

For answer, I maintained her against me with my left arm round her waist, then with my right hand, I began to stroke and press her hips and bottom.

‘Oh! … don’t Deepak! don’t!’ Leah shrieked, squirming in distress and futilely endeavoring to avoid my marauding hand. I paid no attention to her pleadings and cries, but I continued my stroking and caressing her full posteriors and thighs down to her knees, then back to her buttocks and haunches, she, all the while, quivering in a delicious way.

Then I freed my left hand, and holding her tightly imprisoned between my legs, I proceeded with both hands to study over her clothes the configuration of her backside and hips and thighs, handling her buttocks with a freedom that seemed to stagger her, as she pressed the front of her person against me, in her efforts to escape from the liberties that my hands were takings with her posterior charms.

After toying delightfully with her in this way for some little time, I ceased and withdrew my hands from her hips, but only to pass them up and down over her inner sides; then I passed to her bosom which I began lovingly to stroke and caress to her dismay. Her complexion rose as she swayed uneasily on her legs. But her stays prevented any direct attack on her bosom, so I decided to open her clothes sufficiently to obtain a peep at her virgin breasts, and set to work to unbutton her top.

‘Deepak, no! no!!’ shrieked Leah, struggling vainly to get loose. aydın escort But I only smiled and continued to undo her blouse till I got it completely open and threw it back on to her shoulders, only as a fairly high bodice covered her bosom. I set to work to open this, my fingers reveling in the touch of Leah’s dainty linen. Soon it also was open and thrown back – and then, right before my eager eyes, lay the snowy expanse of Leah’s bosom, her breasts being visible nearly as far as their nipples!

‘Oh! … oh! …’ she moaned in her distress, flushing painfully at this cruel exposure. But I was too excited to take any notice; my eyes were riveted on the provokingly lovely swell of her breasts, exhibiting the valley between the twin globes, now heaving and fluttering under her agitated emotions. Unable to restrain myself, I threw my arms round Leah’s waist drew her closely to me and pressed my lips on her palpitating flesh which I kissed furiously.

‘Don’t, Deepak!’ cried Leah, as she tugged frantically at her fastenings in her wild endeavors to escape from my passionate lips; but instead of stopping, my mouth wandered all over her heaving bosom and to her delicious breasts, punctuating its progress with hot kisses which seemed to drive her mad to such a pitch that I through it best to desist.

‘Oh! my God!’ she moaned as I relaxed my clasp and fell back in my chair to enjoy the sight of her shamefaced distress. There was not the least doubt that she felt most keenly my indecent assault, and so I determined to worry her with lascivious liberties a little longer.

When she had become calmer, I passed my arms round her waist and again began to play with her posteriors, then, stooping down, I got my hands under her clothes and commenced to pull them up. Flushing violently, Leah shrieked to me to desist, but in vain; in a trice, I turned her petticoats up, held them thus with my left hand and with my right I proceeded to attack her bottom now protected only by her dainty thin drawers!

The sensation was delirious! My hand delightedly roved over the fat plump cheeks of her arse balıkesir escort , stroking, caressing and pinching them, reveling in the firmness and elasticity of her flesh under its thin covering, Leah all the time, wriggling and squirming in horrible shame, imploring me almost incoherently to desist and finally getting so semi-hysterical, that I was compelled to suspend my exquisite game. To her relief, I dropped her skirts, pushed my chair back and rose.

I had in the room a large plate-glass mirror nearly eight feet high which reflected one at full length. While Leah was recovering from her last ordeal, I pushed this mirror close in front of her, placing it so that she could see herself in its center. She started uneasily as she caught sight of herself, for I had left her bosom uncovered, and the reflection of herself in such shameful dishabille in conjunction with her large hat (which she still retained) seemed vividly to impress on her the horror of her position!

Having arranged the mirror to my satisfaction, I picked up the chair and placed it just behind Leah, sat down on it, and worked myself forward on it till Leah again stood between my legs, but this time with her back to me. The mirror faithfully reflected my movements and her feminine intuition warned her that the front of her person was now about to become the object of my indecent assault.

But I did not give her time to think. Quickly I encircled her waist again with my arms, drew her to me till her bottom pressed against my chest, then, while my left arm held her firmly, my right hand began to wander over the junction of her stomach and legs, pressing inquisitively her groin and thighs, and intently watching her in the mirror.

Her color rose, her breath came unevenly, she quivered and trembled on her legs as she pressed her thighs closely together. She was horribly perturbed, but I do not think she anticipated what then happened.

Quietly dropping my hands, I slipped them under her clothes, caught hold of her ankles, then proceeded to climb up her legs over her stockings.

‘No! no! for God’s sake, don’t Deepak!’ Leah yelled, now scarlet with shame and wild with alarm at this invasion of her most secret parts. Frantically she dragged at her fastenings, her hands clenched, her head thrown back, her eyes dilated with horror. Throwing the whole of her weight on her wrists, she strove to free her legs from my attacking hands by kicking out desperately, but to no avail.

Continued…

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I fell asleep easily. I was tired, sated, and full of my Master’s cum. I had just had two great orgasms and squirted what felt like gallons of pussy juice all on the bed and on Master too. That is enough to make any slave sleep for hours.

When I woke I was in the same position as when fell asleep. Tucked into the side of my Master, with my head resting on his chest. I opened my eyes and had to blink to get them focused so I could see. Once my vision was back I looked up to see Master staring at me and smiling. “Good morning my little pet, I take it you slept well.”

“Yes Sir, I did. Thank you for asking” was my reply. Master then took his arm from around my back and put it behind his head in a very relaxed move. As he did there was a jingle of noise like he had hit something. I looked up to see a short silver chain was attached onto the bed and the other end was attached to the thick rolled steel collar at my neck. Both had locks on them. I was leashed and locked to the bed.

“I had to make sure you did not run away. You might have gotten lost, hurt, or another man might see you and want to take you for his own. I cannot let that happen. You are my slave, my whore, my precious property. You belong to me and only me.” Master then leaned his head down and kissed my forehead. “I am going to take a shower, I will come and release you when I am done.”

I heard the shower start up and then laved my head back onto the pillow. I then began to smell the scent of my Master’s soap from the bathroom. The scent was very relaxing to me, it reminded me he was only in the next room and that I was safe in his care. Laying in the comfy bed with the wonderful smell of my Master floating through the air, I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.

“Wake up my little pet” Master whispered into my ear. I then heard the locks click and I knew Master was releasing me from the bed. I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the bed with me. “Are you ready to shower and get dressed” Master then asked. I nodded yes.

My leash was in his hands and he slightly tugged the leash up signaling me to rise from the bed. I then stood on the side of the bed and waited for further instructions. He then led me into the bathroom, told me to shower, wash my hair, shave my legs and make sure my pussy free of hair. I was then unleashed and allowed to shower alone.

As I exited the shower, clean and smooth Master told me that he had taken the liberty of choosing my clothing for the day. I looked on the bed and saw what he had chosen for me. A pair of slightly distressed jeans, a low cut black shirt which would show off my big tits, and heels which had cuffs attached and would lock. “Thank you Sir, I love what you have chosen.”

I finished dressing myself. I dried my hair, put on some makeup. I know Master likes me to look my slutty best when we are out together. After I was finished I came to stand in front of Master and asked for his approval. “Mmm…my whore looks very good, I am pleased with your appearance.”

We then got our bags and headed out into the city. Our first stop was a high end adult store. We pulled into a non-descript building in a industrial area. This was the right place, but I had never seen an adult store in this type of area before. Master then got out of the car and came to open my door. To my surprise, he clipped the leash on my collar and tugged to tell me to stand. I was then lead into the store.

Lucky for me, we were the only people in the store. They had a lot of sex furniture, latex, and very high tech sex toys. We walked the whole store, tried out a couple of furniture devices, picked up a few things and headed to the front to check out. Master looked down at the counter and saw some beautiful floggers. Master then asked to see one. It was black with a silver handle with a jewel at the end. Master then looked to the cashier and asked, “Would you mind if I tried this out on her?” “No, that would be fine.” Replied the cashier. He looked a little excited.

“Okay, my little slut, lets get those jeans off. I am going to flog you.”

“Sir, here?” was my shocked answer.

Master then pulled my leash and told me to obey him. I then did as I was told. I took off my jeans and my panties. I was instructed to place my hands on the counter and to lean forward and present my ass for flogging. Once I was in place Master began to flog me with the new flogger. It was a combo of stinging and a light thud on my ass.

Master was getting my ass good and red with the flogger. The pain was intense toward the end. I looked up to see the cashier staring at me and my flaming red ass. He had a mix of excitement and fear on his face. The excitement was winning though.

Master finished my flogging with one hard stroke to my ass. He then came up to me and rubbed his cock, which was now rock hard into my ass. With his hands he began to rub my red, aching ass. It felt good to feel his hands on my skin. “You did very well my pet, please redress now.”

I then slid my jeans and panties back on, which hurt like hell on my sore flogged ass. beyoğlu escort Master paid for our toys then I followed him back out to the car.

Master and I then drove to the Bondage Club. They had rooms for rent so the guests could stay and play in private. Master had reserved the deluxe suite, it had it’s own St. Andrews Cross and spanking bench. It also included a bondage cell. The cell was outfitted with rings in the walls to chain your slave the wall. The doors were steel bars, like a jail cell. The room was beautifully decorated in dark reds and browns. It looked like the boudoir of a sexy Mistress or Master. It was perfect for us.

Master, after looking around the room, grabbed my arm and pushed me into the cell. He then took a padlock out of his pocket and locked me in. “I will leave my slave here for safekeeping while I get our bags. Be good until I get back.”

I was left all alone in a bondage club, locked in a cell. Master left the door to our room open, anyone could walk in at anytime. I sat on the floor of the cell and waited on Master to return. I heard Master before I saw him, he was chatting with someone. It was James, the guy at the front desk, he was helping Master with our bags. “James, doesn’t my little slut look good in that cell?”

“She sure does. Your slave is a sexy little bitch.” James said while he looked me over.

“She feels as good as she looks, you should go and see how soft her skin is. Slut, stand and let James feel you” Master demanded.

James walked over and put his hands on my arms and stroked me. He pulled his big hands up and down my arms, he then moved to my neck. I felt humiliated, like a pet showed off by their owner. But that was the case, I realized. I was owned completely by Master, I was his property to shelter, clothe and feed.

“She is very soft and very touchable, I would love to see more of her” James asked.

“Mmm, very good idea James, you are a man after my own needs. Strip for us slave, show us that slutty body of yours. Do it slowly, seduce your Master and his friend.”

I did as I was told. I started with my top, I slowly took it off while seductively staring at the two dominant men on the other side of the bars. With my top off my black bra was exposed, my big breasts spilling out the top and sides. Next was my jeans, it was difficult to do this sexily. But I tried slowly pushing the jeans down my legs while bending over showing the men my ass. Then I was down to my thong and my bra. “What would you like me to take off next Sir” I then asked.

“Your bra, slut. Let me see my tits. When you get it off shake them for us, I want to see them jiggle and sway” Master commanded me.

Again, I did as I was told. Slowly taking off the straps and then unfastening the hooks in the back. My big tits then spilled free of the bra as I pulled it from my body. I threw it to the floor, and began to shake and sway my 36F tits. “Very good my little pet, keep shaking and swaying them as you show us your cunt.”

My thong was next, I kept my tits swaying as I took my thong to the floor. I was then completely exposed to Master and James. “Put those big tits through the bars. James and I want to play with those nipples and the whore bags they are attached to.”

I came forward and slid my tits through the bars. Master then told James to come warm them up for him, while he got out the toys he wanted to use on me. James walked forward to me and took my breasts in his firm grip. At first he was just kneading my tit-flesh, but got more aggressive with them and started to squeeze them. Squeezing then became tapping and then progressed to tit-slapping.

The kneading was good, I loved the way his hands felt on my tits. His hands were warm and I liked the light tugging on my skin. The squeezing was good at first, it was just a little bit of pressure. Then James began to really tightly squeeze my breasts, that was when my breasts started to ache and hurt. When the tit-slapping began it was just painful, I was whimpering at each stroke, and my tits were bright red.

James then moved on from my red, tender breasts to my nipples. I love to have my nipples played with, it makes my cunt so wet. He started to rub them, and that was amazing. The pain of my breasts with the pleasure of my nipples was making me so wet. He then began to pull on them, making them long, hard, and sensitive. He then took his mouth and began to suckle them. My head fell back and I began to moan, his tongue felt so good. But that did not last long, I then felt his teeth. James was biting my nipples and running them through his teeth. The pain and pleasure was making me want to cum.

Master retrieved the toys he wanted and came back while James was biting my nipples. “Very good James, I like what you have done with my slut. How about we decorate those tits with these.”

Master handed James one black leather band that buckled. “We are going to bind her breasts with these. You take one and I will bind the other.” Master said.

The bands merter escort were wound around my tits and then buckled. My tits were transformed from breasts into tight, extremely sensitive globes. Master and James then began to stroke my globes, feeling the skin tightly bound in leather. “I think the whore needs something else on her tits don’t you James?”

“Yes, whatever you think, she is your slut.”

Master then brought out some silver clover clamps. I began to get nervous and started begging. “Please Master, don’t clamp my nipples. I don’t think I can take it.”

My begging was quickly stopped. Master put his hand on my mouth. “Shut up slave. I don’t care what you can or can’t take. James would you hand me that ball gag from the bed?”

James grabbed the gag quickly and gave it to Master. It was then shoved into my mouth and tightly buckled. “Now that is better, we don’t have to listen to this slut begging. I also think we should lock her cuffs to the bars, don’t you James.”

Locks were then gathered and I was locked to the bars of the cell. My tits were bound, I was gagged and I was now immobile and locked to a cell. Master then picked up the clamps again, the pain was overwhelming as the clamp tightened around my nipple. The next nipple was just as bad, the clamp biting my nipple hard. When both were on Master then pulled on the chain that attached one clamp to the other. The pull was excruciating, I moaned through my gag as Master continued to pull on my nipples.

“James, go get us drinks from the bar” Master told James. “Bring them back here and we can look at our living bondage sculpture!”

Master told James he wanted a single malt scotch, and James left to fill the order. After James left the room, Master came to me and told me that I was to be a good girl and not embarrass him in front of another Dom. I was to obey and do as I was told. I begged through the gag for Master to remove it, but no. He only leaned forward kissed the gag that filled my mouth and told me no.

“I cannot remove the gag until I know you are going to act appropriately in front of my guest. You must be a good slave and not beg, you will be used however we see fit.”

After that Master turned and sat in the chairs James and Master had arranged in front of my cell. James then returned with the drinks and sat in the chair next to Master. The gentlemen talked and drank all while watching me. They talked of the BDSM scene, of business and then they started talking about me. It was like I could not hear them, they talked about fucking me, torturing my tits, humiliating me in front of everyone at the club later. It all worried me and scared me.

All while Master and James talked I was in agony. My arms burned from being in the same position too long, my nipples were stinging with the clamps squeezing them, and most of all my cunt ached to be fucked. I was trying so hard to be a good slave, not to moan or beg. I tried to be still, not to squirm in my binds. I wanted to please Master and show James I was a good whore and slave.

With all of my concentration on not squirming and managing the pain, it took me a moment to realize Master and James had stopped talking. I came out of my concentration-haze to see Master was holding a weight with a hook, James had one too.

“I think my Slave needs more attention, she looks like she is too comfortable. Let’s give her some more decoration, what do you think James?”

“Yes, I think you are absolutely right.”

“I will take the first turn, then you can add yours after me.” Master demanded. Master then walked up to me and placed the weight on the chain that ran between my nipple clamps. The pain in my nipples went from a dull roar to a scream. My eyes welled up and I moaned through the gag. Master then brought his hand up to my cheek and petted me softly. “I know it hurts my pet, but you are so beautiful like this. Bound, gagged, locked to iron bars inside a cell. You are stunningly beautiful my slave, you are being a very good girl. If you can last 7 minutes with my weight and James’ on your nipples we will release you from your pose.”

I moaned slightly and nodded my head to agree with Master. I just wanted to be let down. I did not want to call my safe word and let Master down, I was just going to have to suffer through it. I knew Master would never harm me, he may give me pain and push my limits, but he would never harm me.

“Very good, James it is now your turn. Please place the weight on the chain, but do not pull. She is very close to her limit”

James walked up and slowly placed the weight on my chain. I felt the pull and more of the pain in my nipples. I looked down to see my nipples being pulled by the weights. I tried to relax and go into subspace, but I could not. I was stuck feeling the pain for the whole 7 minutes.

By the time the 7 minutes was up I was lightly crying. Master got up from his chair where he and James were watching me and having light conversation about humiliation techniques. He started güngören escort by taking the gag from my mouth and tossing it into the chair where he had been sitting. He then took both of the weights off my nipple chain at the same time. My nipples instantly felt better but still hurt. “What do you say my pet?” Master asked.

“Thank you Sir. Thank you Master.” I said in a hushed voice.

“Are you ready, this is going to hurt more than when the weights were on. You are not to scream or cry. Breathe deep and let the pain go. Are you ready for me to remove the clamps?

“Yes Sir, please!” I begged.

Okay my pet, we will go on three. Master then took one clamp in each hand and began to countdown. One, Two, Three; and the pain was overwhelming as all of the blood rushed back into my aching nipples. But, I did not have time to breathe deep to let the pain go. Master came close and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I forgot all of the pain the instant his mouth hit mine.

Master kissed me for a long moment and then pulled back to whisper to me. “You are my very good girl, you make me proud to have you as my submissive. I do love you very much.”

“James, hand me the key to the locks. It is time to give my slave her reward for being such a good little slut.”

The cell was unlocked and then I was unlocked from the bars. My legs then shook and I almost fell backward. Master caught me and then gathered me in his arms to steady me. He then led me to the bed where I laid down and waited.

Master told me to arrange myself with my head off the side of the bed. I did as I was told as Master told James what he was to do.

“You are going to fuck her face. I like you James, but no one fucks her but me. She is mine, but you may fuck her face and cum on her face or in her mouth. But she must eat or swallow your cum, can you do that?”

“Yes, I completely understand. If she was mine I would not allow anyone else to fuck her either. I thank you for allowing me to use her mouth.” James replied.

“Please make sure you remind her of her place and make her look at you while you use her mouth. You may call her whore, slut, bitch, and sub. Only I may call her pet and slave. Only I have earned the right to do so.” Master reminded James.

Master then ordered me to open my legs wide for him. He positioned himself on top of me with his cock close to my pussy. I was so ready to cum and have his cock inside me.

“Open your mouth my pet, open it and show James just how much you want his cock. Beg him to use your mouth, to fuck your mouth and use you for a cum depository.”

“Please, fuck my face Sir. Use me, cum and use me for a cum depository. Fuck my mouth please!” I begged.

James then came toward me and placed his cock right over my mouth, but he did not put it in. “I will not fuck you slut until you can get James to use that whore mouth of yours, beg more slut!” Master demanded.

“Please Sir James, fuck my mouth give me your cum. Please, use me for your pleasure, choke me with your cock, Sir please.” I begged and pleaded with James.

At that James pushed the head of his cock into my mouth and ordered me to suck. He kept pushing until he was gagging me with his dick. He took it out quickly and asked, “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Sir James, more cock please!”

James then thrust his hard cock back into my mouth. “Gag on it whore! Take my cock all the way down your throat!” James said through gritted teeth. While James’ was filling in my mouth with his cock, Master began to rub the head of his dick in my pussy. It felt so good Master sliding his cock in my wet slit. I moaned for Master to continue and at the sound of my moan James began to pump his dick in and out of my mouth.

“Are you ready my little whore? Are you ready for my cock to fuck you till you cum?” Master asked.

I tried to answer but with James fucking my mouth all I could do was moan again. Master laughed and then shoved his cock deep in my pussy, stretching it. The stretching and filling of my cunt was amazing. Master’s cock is very big, it filled my whole cunt from front to back . He began to lightly fuck my pussy with his cock. Sliding it in and out of my wet, slick cunt.

James was still fucking my mouth and Master was using my pussy. I felt so slutty, but I loved it. I loved the humiliation in servicing two men at once, letting them use my body for their pleasure. “Suck his cock my pet, make him cum. Feel his cock in your mouth as I fuck your pussy. Do you like how we are fucking you slave mine?”

At that question I raised my pussy up closer to Master and he smiled and began to fuck me harder. The fucking and sucking went on. Master’s cock was big and it stretched out my cunt, James’ cock was assaulting my mouth making me drool and my eyes water. Both of them together was like nothing I had ever experienced, I loved it.

I wanted to cum, it was so hard to keep it at bay. My pussy was ready to squirt and spazm from all of the attention it was getting. James pulled his cock out of my mouth to rub his pre-cum all over my face. I took the opportunity to ask Master if I could cum. I knew he would say no, but I asked him anyway. “No whore you may not cum yet, you will cum but only when I say you can.” was his reply. “James, let’s turn our little plaything over shall we. I want her on all fours with her ass in the air.”

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This story is intended for adult audiences only. All characters found within are above 18 years of age. This is the first story in a series centered on the heroine Kanesha Connors. Ms. Connors is based on a Lit Chat friend of mine and this story was written with her help and approval. Enjoy!

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The brunette auctioneer slammed her gavel down on the large mahogany podium on the stage. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” She said loudly trying to bring the raucous room to order. “Welcome to Stone’s Auction House on this rainy night! My name is Kanesha Connors and I will be your host auctioneer for the evening.”

She paused as the crowd gave her a healthy round of applause. She smiled and enjoyed their positive attention. She stepped from behind the podium and gave the crowd a flirty smile and bow. This gave the bidders sitting at the booths and tables a healthy look at her cleavage shown off in the dark navy cocktail dress she’d chosen to wear with the deep V cut in the front. She eased back up slowly enjoying teasing the crowd and did a slight spin in her nude colored heels. Her dress was extremely short and suitable for such an exclusive BDSM club.

She beamed with a bright grin as she moved back behind the podium. Behind it her short 5’1 frame was mostly concealed even in the heels she wore. “Let’s all calm down a little.” She said coyly with a devious grin. “I’m not the one being auctioned, let’s save that enthusiasm for our merchandise. Speaking of which…” she paused. “Bring out our first item!” She opened her hand swinging to out to her side pointing to the stage.

Two burly men dressed in solid black shirts and slacks drug between them a lovely redhead. The woman shuffled her feet quickly trying to keep up as shackles and chain were locked around her wrists and ankles. She wore a simple white tanktop and white tight shorts that cling to her hips and showed off all of her silky white legs.

“What a lovely sight…” Kanesha exclaimed clapping her hands together as the men raised the woman’s wrists and locked them to the auction post in the center of the stage. “Bidders, if you will please locate the club sponsored tablet at your table. This device will be used for our bidding as well as receiving any information on our items for sale.”

The men finished and left the stage as the redhead struggled slightly in her restraints. Kanesha walked over to the woman slowly after grabbing a few items from under the podium. “This is item number: 732” she said uncapping the sharpie marker she held. She traced the numbers 7-3-2 down the woman’s left thigh as she continued to speak. “We will begin the bidding at $1,000. As I’m sure you’ve read 732’s length of slavery will consist of 3 months, please factor that into your bids.”

Kanesha stepped back and turned to the crowd. “Some of our regulars will know that as the bidding increases we will display more of the value of 732. We may even put her through her paces if the bidding reaches those levels…” she paused for a dramatic effect. “Bidders you may begin…” a bell chimed signaling the beginning of the sale.

Kanesha turned back to the redhead as the process started. Each bid raised the price by only $500 so she had time to toy with the lovely redhead before her. She moved close so the microphone wrapped around her head could pick up her quiet conversation.

“732… you are new to our auction aren’t muğla escort you?” Kanesha said bringing a hand to her flat tight belly.

“Yes ma’am…” the woman replied. “I have some student loans I need to pay off and I just finished nursing school.”

“I’m sure your not the first coed to use her body to pay for her college.” Kanesha said sliding a hand under the bottom of her top. The redhead shivered feeling Kanesha’s fingers slip higher and higher under her top. “Many a stripper and whore has funded a degree.” Kanesha stopped as her fingers reached the woman’s left breast.

“Mmmmm what are you? B cups? So fun and perky. And I can feel how hard your nipples are? I bet your dripping ready for me to strip you. Once the bidding reaches $10,000 is when I get to show the crowd what’s underneath.” Kanesha said licking her lips as a *ding* on stage signaled a stop to the bidding.

“Perfect timing! We’ve reached $10,000 and reached the first level of her display.” Kanesha said spinning back to the crowd. “This hot piece of ass is melting under my fingers. Let’s see if the open air of this room can cool her off.” She spun back to cheers from the crowd.

Kanesha moved her hands to the thin shoulders of the tank top and pulled firmly. The fabric was thin and tore easily down the middle like it was designed to do. The pale freckled chest of the woman came into clear view as Kanesha pulled downward tossing the torn garment to the floor.

“Such lovely pink nipples!” She said “I have to have a taste.”

Kanesha moved in and took the woman’s left nipple between her lips and sucked firmly. Her hands meanwhile slid to her hips and under the elastic of the tight white shorts. Kanesha pushed them down slowly sliding the fabric over her tight ass and down her thighs. She let the fabric go as it dropped further pooling around the woman’s ankles and cuffs.

“The carpet matches the drapes.” Kanesha giggled as she slid one hand down the woman’s flat stomach to rub her neatly trimmed pubic mound. The redhead moaned again as Kanesha’s fingers slid to her clit and toyed with it softly. “Bidders my begin again…” was the last thing Kanesha said before her lips locked on the right nipple of the redhead and began to suck.

Kanesha toyed with the bound slave sucking and teasing her body as the bidders raised their bids. She wanted to put on a show for the audience. She wanted them all hard or wet wanting to buy this redheaded slave. Her mind went to the man who’d hired her for this event, Mr. Trent Stone. She thought for a moment how she wanted to bring this slave’s top price and how it would please him. She sucked harder as she slipped a finger into the moaning woman’s pussy.

The redhead gasp as Kanesha finger slid up to the first knuckle, she pushed deeper and felt the tight wet walls of this future slave’s pussy grip her finger. “I can say that this hot little slut’s cunt is tight, wet and aching to be wrecked..” Kanesha toyed with her as the display behind them ticked higher with the woman’s rising price.

The redhead began moaning and grinding her hips into Kanesha’s hand trying to fuck the fingers slipping back and forth inside her. Her eyes closed as she tossed her head back in wanton lust. Kanesha saw this as an opportunity to push her over the edge.

The bidding stalled just short of the $20,000 ordu escort needed to have Kanesha do something new with the climaxing redhead. The woman moaned loudly as the *ding* sounded again signally the end of the bidding. Kanesha let her ride her fingers a little longer before slipping them out and moving to the podium.

“SOLD!” Kanesha exclaimed slamming the gavel down several times with a wide smile satisfied with her first sale as the club’s new auctioneer. “Take her away and prepare her for Ms. Thomas who is the highest bidder. Let’s hope 732 enjoys her new Mistress.”

Kanesha watched as the guards unlocked and pulled the now naked redhead backstage. “We will have our customary break for a half hour or so and I’ll be back to sale our next item.”

Kanesha walked off the stage passing the guards and cages holding the nights items for sale. She barely gave the slave meat a second glance as she dropped down some steps and turned out a door to the main lounge. She’d already decided to make her way to Mr. Stone’s booth and get an assessment of how she’d preformed.

Mr. Stone was seated in the back left booth in the large room and seemed to be enjoying a mixed drink. Kanesha had known Mr. Stone for several months now after he’d been a client of her ‘real job’ company for the same length of time. The pair had hit off the working relationship rather quickly and at Mr. Stone’s insistence Kanesha had submitted to his continual advances.

She had to admit the forwardness he’d shown bringing her to his private club on their first date months ago was astonishing but somehow he’d gambled correctly and the evening’s events were right up Kanesha’s alley.

Mr. Stone was five or six years older than the 29 year old Kanesha. He was average in height with a rather athletic build. The image of him shirt less came to her mind as she neared his table. She also had to admit he was sitting on his finest asset and Kanesha had more than once threaten to take a bite out of it.

She could see his bright blue eyes lighten up seeing she was coming straight for him. She watched him brush back his brown hair with beginning streaks of grey. He slid out from the booth like a true gentlemen and offered her his hand.

“Have a seat. You’ve earned it my pet.” He smiled helping her into the booth. He motioned for one of the club waitress to bring Kanesha a drink “The usual?” He asked

“Yes…” She replied as the waitress neared the table. He met her and whispered the order into the naked blonde waitress’ ear. Kanesha took a long look at the woman who wore the metal wrist and ankle cuffs that were customary items in a club slave’s attire. She watched the metal chain hanging between the blondes ample bosom that connected to the matching metal collar around her neck.

“Not wanting me to talk to the help.” She said sarcastically as he slid into the booth beside her.

“No, more like I don’t have the available staff to handle the 30 minute cunnilingus session you made our waitress do last weekend.” He said back to her giving her a peck on her cheek.

“Oh? Well I wasn’t your auctioneer last week. I would only have time for a twenty minute session tonight.” She smiled sliding her hand into his lap. “Where is that slut you had selling last week anyway? I never liked her anyway, far to easy on the merchandise.”

“That osmaniye escort ‘slut’ as you call her is upstairs working on our clubs accounting. It helps to keep a CPA on staff. You filling in for her may only be temporary if you can’t sell fresh meat at a higher price than that first woman.” He spat back as his hand slid to the front of her dress sliding inside to feel her firm right breast.

“We both know she’d never sold that redhead for more than 10k.” Kanesha mumbled through gasping breath at his hand sliding against the pale flesh of her breast. She felt his fingers pinch and tease her nipple testing it’s hardness.

“That may be the case.” He said as their drinks arrived and both of them slid their hands to take the beverages. “I am pleased you were willing to try your hand at auctioneering.”

They both took a healthy swig of their drinks before he continued. “Seeing you on stage with the slave was quite arousing.”

“I’m glad it was as arousing for you as it was for me. If I didn’t have to go back on stage in 15 I’d make you take me to one of the private rooms for some playtime.” She said sliding a hand back to his lap.

He smiled feeling her small soft hands stroke his thick member though his dress pants. “We don’t have too busy an auction agenda tonight. We’ll find time to satisfy that urge.” He said sliding his own hand up the inside of her thigh.

The pair toyed with each other’s bodies as they finished their drinks. Mr. Stone rose several minutes later and let Ms. Connors out of the booth. She made her way to the ladies’ restroom to touch up her makeup as a pair of spying eyes followed her every move.

She was reapplying her lipstick in the mirror when the door opened and in walked a naked club slave. Kanesha glanced at her in the mirror not recognizing her.

“Are you supposed to be in here?” Kanesha said not hesitating applying her makeup.

“No miss, but I had to see you. I have to tell you. You’re not safe, not in this club.” The black haired slave whispered close behind her. “There are members of the club that want nothing more than you dressed like me or sold on the block and he can’t always protect you.”

The woman’s words sent a shiver up Kanesha’s spine causing her to stop what she was doing. Kanesha turned quickly to face her but as she did the door opened and another slave entered.

“178! What are you doing? You’re not supposed to be in here.” The nude blonde waitress from Kanesha’s table exclaimed. “Hurry back to your tables or all of us will get whipped for it.” The blonde said grabbing her arm. “Apologies Ms. Connors please forgive myself and 178. She’s very new and doesn’t know all the club rules yet.”

“That’s quite alright.” Kanesha replied calmly looking at the brunette who wouldn’t dare make eye contact now. Her words had stirred up and it unsettled Kanesha’s mind.

“What did the girl mean she’s not safe? Who were the members the Slave was talking about and what did they plan to do with her? Could Trent protect her or was he part of a conspiracy that might lead to her loss of freedom?…” her mind raced standing there as the two club slaves made an exit.

“Ms. Connors… Ms. Connors…” the blonde repeated standing at the door trying to bring Kanesha out of her haze. “It looks like they are ready for you on stage. You’re wanted on the auction block.” The naked blonde said standing at the door pulling the brunette behind her.

Kanesha snapped out of it but the final words of the club slave imprinted in her mind. “You’re wanted on the auction block. You’re wanted on the auction block.” Seemed to repeat over and over in Kanesha’s mind as she made her way back to auction off the next future slave.

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Welcome to my branding ceremony…Part 2

At this point I have just been branded. When my Master branded me I passed out and shit myself. I woke up with 2 women, Sue and Barbara, cleaning me and explaining the same thing happened to them when they got branded. What follows is the next part of the story. Enjoy and please send me comments. That is how I will learn.

Master came over to me after he branded my arse and held me in his arms. The other slaves brought mirrors so I could see my arse. One my right arse check in beautiful script it read “PROPERTY OF MASTER ALEX.”

Master cuddled with me and made me laugh in spite of my pain. He said “You are lucky girl; I usually sign all of my legal documents Alexander, not Alex.” I laughed and cried until Master gently pushed me from his arms for the next part of the ceremony.

The next part of the ceremony scared me more than the actual branding. At least with the branding, Master was in control. The next part of the ceremony was handled by Mistress Ursula. I know that she and Master had once been lovers and now she resented me for having replaced her. She was the Grand Domme of our kinky group and as such, all slaves had to prove themselves worthy before they could be accepted into the group.

She was known to be a vicious sadist, even more so with women. The fact that she had been replaced by a “sissy” humiliated her and I know she had made up her mind to break me in front of my Master. She felt by doing that, she would humiliate me and regain her dignity. I crawled over to her proudly displaying my new branding and then kissed her feet.

I said softly “Mistress, this girl wishes to become a slave for your group.” With an evil look in her eye, she motioned to other slaves to prepare me.

I was led to the center of the barn with straps were hanging from the rafters. My wrists etiler escort were strapped to the chains that hung down and Mistress came over and asked if I was sure. I nodded submissively and then she leaned over and spit in my face. I remembered I still had Master’s dried cum on my face and that made me smile.

The sight of me smiling when she felt I should be shaking in fear angered her and she stepped back. That was when I could see her and admire her beauty. She was dressed all in leather. High leather boots, a leather garter with black stockings. Her bra was leather with little cut outs for her nipples. I could see how hard and long they were and I realized the thought of her inflicting pain on me excited her. Her slave crawled to her with a nasty looking whip in his mouth. She took it and held it for me to see. The strands were long with little knots at the end to rip at the flesh.

As she brought her arm up, she twisted it a bit so that even though I was facing her, the strands would wrap around my arse on to my fresh branding.

My Master stepped forward and warned her “You can hurt me as much as she wished, but I is not to be permanently injured!”

With fury in her eyes, she started to whip my belly, thighs, tits and she paid special attention to my clit and sissy bits (balls). Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to scream out in agony and the made her redouble her efforts.

Finally one of the other Dommes stepped forward and took the whip from her and said “Enough!”

I thought that would be the end of it all, but then she turned to Sue and Barbara. Sue was a female and Barbara, a sissy like me, that had helped me through the branding. Mistress Ursula said, it was time that they were tested as well. All Dominants had the right to test slaves to make sure they bağcılar escort were still worthy. At first their Masters, Scott and Frank, protested, but the girls then willingly stepped forward.

“Strip!” was the command Mistress gave them and then they did so.

Sue was a beauty, long blond hair, 36D tits, amazing legs and a shaven cunt. Her blue eyes showed no fear. Barbara was a sissy; a bit on the heavy side with big tits and an eight inch cock that that dangled between her legs. Like me, she was completely smooth and sexy.

“The rules are simple and have been used for years.” Mistress announced. “I will kick them as hard as I can between their legs into their cunt or sissy bits. They are free to scream and moan, piss, puke and even shit themselves. But, if they let their knees touch the ground, they will be dismissed and their Owners will be forced to resign!”

I knew later I might face the same test and I had prepared myself by not eating and barely drinking anything for well over 12 hours. My belly, bladder and bowels were empty, but since the girls did not know they were to be tested, they would likely make a mess.

Mistress stepped back and looked at Sue. Sue knelt and kissed Mistress high heels and then stepped back spread her legs and place her hands submissively on her head. Mistress was vicious and fast as she drove her heel as hard as she could into Sue’s cunt. Her body was actually lifted off the ground a bit.

Sue doubled over and screamed in pain. Mistress smiled as she looked at Sue’s beautiful arse to see that she was shitting herself. Knowing full well Sue as not going to let her knees touch the floor, Mistress got some satisfaction in watching Sue disgrace herself. Sue struggled back to position, hands behind her head and her body erect. Her long legs topkapı escort were streaked brown, but she was erect and had passed the test.

Mistress then moved in from of Barbara, she decided to torment the girl by lightly using the tip of her heeled toe to make Barbara’s sissy bits jiggle. I knew what agony the poor girl was going through. The anticipation had to be as bad as the act. Finally the kick was delivered and hit her squarely on her sissy bits.

Barbara doubled over and grabbed at her clit and bits and started to sob. She stumbled around for a bit and looked like she might collapse but then moved erect and placed her hands behind her neck. Piss dribbled from her shrunken clit, but she stood proud.

I seemed that part of the ceremony was over when before I could stop myself I called out: “Mistress!” People gasped and looked at me.

“Speak sissy.” Mistress said.

“Mistress, I beg that you now test me as well.” I knew since I was just branded I did not have to be tested, but I wanted to show her I was not afraid of her. She looked at my Master who looked at me proudly and then nodded.

I moved to the center of the room where poor Susan still stood in her own filth and Barbara stood in a puddle of her piss. I spread wide and place my hands behind my head and squatted a bit to give Mistress a better aim at my sissy bits.

The squatting angered her so much that she kicked me as hard as she could without any foreplay. That caught me off guard and I grabbed at my clit and sissy bits as I doubled over. Mistress was beside herself with anger and brought her fist into my belly as I doubled over. Had she not done that, I might have fallen, but the force of her fist pushed me back making it impossible to sink to my knees.

However the punch did damage and I started to vomit all over myself. I was a mess, my face and tits covered in puke and it was even dripping from my hair.

Gasping for air I moved upright and looked at Mistress. In a soft voice I dared to say “Thank you Mistress!”

The three of us stood there defiantly as our Masters came over to hold us in their arms proudly and then prepare me for the final stage of the ceremony.

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I sighed as I stepped back from the wall, shaking my head back and forth and frowning at the crooked edge I had just painted. As I let my head fall, discouraged, my eyes were just quick enough to notice a big glob of paint about to drip from the end of my brush. I managed to reach out just quickly enough for the splat of eggshell to land on the drop-cloth rather than the hardwood floor. Nice way to start a Saturday.

It was hopeless, I thought to myself as I set down the brush and picked up a rag to wipe my filthy hands. I just had to face the fact that I wasn’t good at this. Easier said than done, as I’m quite a perfectionist. But when it came down to it, I’d have to decide which was more important to me: that I proved I was a great painter, or that I was actually satisfied with the paint job. And as I daydreamed about having friends over, entertaining with pride in my new home, the answer became clear. I’d have to ask for help.

I’d bought this house just a couple of months earlier, after picking up and moving my life half-way across the country. If it hadn’t been for my parents’ support, and the significant salary I’d be earning in the dream job that had brought me here, I couldn’t have afforded the cute bungalow on the tree-lined street in the desirable neighborhood. After all, real estate values were fairly inflated in this suburb consistently named one of the country’s ‘most livable’. But I was so delighted to be there, I was willing to buy a house that desperately needed landscaping, a new roof, and new paint inside and out.

What I hadn’t realized was that my high-achieving nature didn’t necessarily translate to success in home improvement. I didn’t have the time or skills to do the work myself. And when I reached out for help, inviting contractors over to give an estimate or visiting the hardware store on my way home from work, I inevitably saw my attractive young body reflected as so many dollar signs in the eyes of those I met. This was my first time on my own – no more dad or handy roommate to take care of these things for me – and I can’t express how frustrating it was not to be taken seriously. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind guys staring at my chest or ogling my legs – it’s just that usually I can use my assets to get free dinner and drinks; this time around, it was just leading to high estimates for the work I needed done!

The first people I hired – to paint the outside of the house – were a couple of college guys. They happened to be going door to door looking for work when I was wrestling with my new lawnmower, assured me of their vast experience painting houses the summer before, and impressed me with their cheap quote and eagerness to start the job right away. What the hell, I figured. They’d probably do a good job, and it wouldn’t hurt me to have a little eye candy around. I didn’t even have to feel guilty, a single 26-year-old who just happened to enjoy the view of the shirtless 19-year-olds as they climbed up and down ladders. Innocent fun.

Only problem was, they were sloppy. They were careless. For supposedly experienced painters, they didn’t seem to have much respect for the subtle differences between colors. If I hadn’t been finding excuses to watch them work – OK, so it had been a while since I’d had a date – they would have finished the trim in ‘Surf Green’, when I’d been very clear that my choice was ‘Cilantro’. In the end, they did finish the job, but they got by with just the minimum. Typical of guys their age, I couldn’t help chuckling to myself. It was a real ‘in and out’ job. If I wasn’t there to keep an eye on them, and to clean up after them, I never would have gotten what I wanted.

So, things bring us to where this story began – trying and failing on a Saturday morning to paint my own living room. The guys had finished the outside work a few days before; that evening, I stood out on the front lawn in the late summer sun, surveying their work as I nursed a glass of merlot. Not bad, in the end, and certainly a huge improvement since I moved in. But there’s no way I would hire the young guys back to paint inside. So that weekend, I told myself, my confidence bolstered by the wine and a successful day at the office, I would get it done myself.

As I headed back into the house, my neighbor waved from his porch. “Looks good,” he hollered. I noticed he’d been keeping an eye on the college guys when he could, something I appreciated even though I’d never exchanged more than a few words with him. Terrible, I thought to myself, how little neighbors talk in this day and age. This was something I’d have to work on as I settled into the neighborhood, especially since this guy was so handsome, and appeared to be single.

“Thanks! Although it’s nothing compared to your house – beautiful!”

“Hey, thanks. But don’t worry, you’re still getting settled in. It took me a long time to get things looking this good. Plenty of time for you to catch up!”

I smiled, waved, and walked up the steps and into my house. I wondered düzce escort how much older he was – I guessed early 40s. And if his handsome face and athletic body weren’t enough to catch my attention, he exuded confidence. I had indeed admired his house many times, with its immaculate and historically accurate paint job, gorgeous landscaping, all accented by the always-clean sports car in his driveway. His words echoed in my mind as I settled in for the night. He was supportive, yes, and understanding of the hard work involved with fixing up an old home. But somehow I also took his words as a challenge. Hmm. Guess I should have shared with you that I’m competitive, as well as a perfectionist.

Anyway, if I was hoping to get to know my neighbor better – goodness, I didn’t even know his name – the chance came that Saturday morning. Frustrated with my near-spill and below-par painting skills, I fumed out of the house to get some air. With some nasty language that I won’t repeat here still on my lips, I practically ran into him as I stormed down my front walk.

“Oh, yikes, sorry!” I looked up into his eyes, and blushed as I realized he’d heard everything I’d said.

“That’s OK, no worries! Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just getting frustrated with my painting project.”

“I can see that,” he replied with a smile, looking down at my dirty overalls, which somehow had almost as much paint on them as what I’d managed to get on the wall.

“Yeah, not my forte. But it’s OK, I just needed to get some air, clear my head, then I’ll get back at it.” Just then, I realized he’d been coming to see me. “Hey, were you coming over for a visit?”

“Well, yes! I was thinking after we chatted last night, what a shame it is that neighbors don’t know each other better, and figured I might find you home on a Saturday morning.”

I nodded and smiled, not quite ready to admit that he’d read my mind. “What a nice thought. Please, come in, I’ll show you around.”

“My name’s Jake, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake,” reaching out to shake the hand he had offered. “I’m Ashley. Come on in.”

I gave him the quick tour, pointing out the work I intended to do in each room, and sensed his eyes moving over my body as he followed me through the house. Dirty as I was from attempting to paint, I smiled to myself, I could tell he found me appealing in my cute home improvement outfit. My wavy blonde hair, which normally fell just below my shoulder blades, was up in two pigtails. My paint-covered overalls hugged my figure, showing off my tight little ass, great legs, and especially my tits. I was wearing a lacy red bra that was just barely concealed by a fitted white t-shirt. A sexy outfit, really, and something I wouldn’t have been caught dead in outside the comfort of my own home!

He looked, as he always did, exceedingly comfortable and confident in jeans and a polo shirt. He was about 6’1″, I estimated, to my 5’7″, in great shape, and much to my delight, clearly hadn’t shaved that morning. My mind was wandering down a dangerous path when we found ourselves back in the living room and he spoke, bringing me back to reality.

“So, looks like you bought out the whole store here?”

I looked around, taking in the cans of designer paint, drop-cloths, various sizes of brushes and rollers, several rolls of painter’s tape, etc. “Well, yeah, I wanted to be prepared.”

“It’s just that, well, never mind.”

“No, tell me, what were you going to say?”

“It’s just that, just buying the right supplies doesn’t insure that you can paint.”

“Yeah, I know…” I let my voice trail off, my eyes following his glance to the crooked edge I’d painted that morning.

“Here,” he said, handing me the brush. “Let me watch your technique. Maybe I can help.”

Once again, I couldn’t decide whether to take his words as supportive or challenging. But as I wanted to do whatever I could to get to know him better, I figured I should go along with it. I looked back at him once more, and he gave me an encouraging nod, so I walked back to the wall, added paint to my brush, and nervously painted another crooked edge, this time along a window. My lack of skill was only amplified by the fact that a sexy older guy was watching my every move.

“So, will you let me give you a few tips?”

“Well, I’m sure it’s just a matter of practice, I mean, after I’ve been at it for a while, I’m sure I’ll get better.”

“Yes, but meanwhile you’ll waste a lot of paint, time, and anguish. Listen, I’ve got lots of experience, and I’ll be happy to help you if you’re willing to check your ego at the door before we get started.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said with a smile and a wink. “I can tell that you’re an accomplished young woman, and used to things being under your control. But I think you’ll find that when it comes to things like this, listening to me is always the best way to go.”

My mouth edirne escort wanted to drop open, but I caught myself before that could happen. It struck me that he was referring to more than just painting, but I tried to play it cool. “Alright, Jake. You’re right. I’m competitive and used to handling things on my own. But I admit I’m a lousy painter. I’d love your help.”

“OK! First, you don’t need to use that painter’s tape. Look,” he said, pulling it away from the edge I’d been painting, “your getting paint underneath it anyway. Watch me for a second.”

Putting paint on another brush, he smoothly painted a perfect edge, with no irritating blue painter’s tape to guide his way.

“Wow, how’d you do that?”

“You can do it too, Ashley, you just need to slow down and have a little patience. Here, you try this edge.”

I followed his direction, and did my best to follow his example, but once again I painted a crooked line, globbing paint where I didn’t want it and leaving some areas bare that should have been covered.

“You’re trying to hurry it. You need to take your time to do it correctly.” He came up behind me and took my hand in his, guiding the brush slowly and gently, and I quickly understood the difference between his touch and mine.

“See, you were trying to move too quickly, and in the process, you were making a mess. A little patience…” his voice trailed off as he put more paint on the brush, put it back in my hand, and once again guided my motions. I could feel my body warming as he stood so closely behind me, my heart beating faster as I felt his breath in my ear. But just as soon as I began to melt into him, he pulled away from me, stepping back into the room to survey my work once again.

“That’s it, Ashley. Much better. Keep going, I’ll be right back, just want to run home to get a few tools.”

My mind raced in the few minutes that I was alone. I wanted to stop, to ponder a possible next move with this guy, but I also felt strongly that I needed to keep going, keep painting, show him that I’d made progress by the time he returned. I was overwhelmed with a sense of frustration at how easily he had taken control – in just a matter of minutes, he had made it clear that he was in charge, that he would be calling the shots – and unfortunately I didn’t know whether painting was all he had in mind for the day. I just knew I was hoping for more.

Before I knew it, he was back, carrying a cordless drill. “Good job, Ashley, much better. Why don’t we try another color now, is this what you wanted to use for an accent wall?”

I looked to see which paint can he was pointing at, and nodded. I reached for a screwdriver to pry open the lid, and with my other hand, grabbed one of the stir sticks I’d been given at the paint store.

“Oh, no, Ashley, I’ve got something much better.” Jake quickly switched attachments on his drill, kneeled next to me, and stirred the paint in just a matter of seconds.

“I didn’t know there was such a tool!”

“Oh, yes, stirs the paint much more quickly and effectively. Besides, we’ll find a better use for those stir sticks later.”

My mind raced once again, searching his face for any clue whether he was talking about home improvement projects or bedroom activities, but I couldn’t read anything from his piercing blue eyes. They were at once serious and mischievous. Oh well, nothing I could do but continue to go along with this. He was clearly in the driver’s seat.

We worked together in silence for a few more moments before he spoke again. “Do you believe me now, can we get rid of all of this tape? Again, I can think of much better uses for it than cluttering up your living room. And while we’re at it, you do realize you don’t really need this drop cloth, right?”

“But, um… I just don’t want to get anything on the hardwood floor.”

“Nor do I. But as with many things in life, if you do it properly, you won’t make a mess. Be aware of how much paint is on your brush. Don’t rush it. A little patience.”

I nodded, allowing his confident voice to wash over me as I worked. Much as I tried to focus on my painting, though, I couldn’t help but be distracted by most everything he said. Once it entered my mind that there were double entendres in everything he said, it was difficult to focus on much but the growing warmth between my legs.

“With the drop cloth, you’re preparing yourself for failure. You’re assuming that you’re going to spill a drop. We won’t be needing it, trust me.”

I nodded my understanding, and he gathered the cloth up from the floor, folded it neatly, and put it in the corner of the room.

“So, how are we doing over here?”

As he had before, he came up behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he watched me paint. I had already improved, my strokes much slower now, and I was no longer spilling paint in all directions. It was actually ending up where I intended – on the wall! Just elazığ escort as I began to take pleasure in this success, I felt his hands on my hips. For a moment, it could have been innocent enough, but then his hands began to wander, reaching underneath the overalls to cup my breasts.

I sighed and melted into him, and nearly dropped the paintbrush. I managed to firm up my grip before it fell to the floor, but in the process, a large drop of green paint fell to the floor, splattering on the hardwood. His hands pulled away from my body, and I spun around to face him.

“I thought you understood that we wouldn’t be relying on the drop cloth?”

“But, um, I thought you wanted to…”

“Oh, I do, but not until you accept that there will be a consequence to your sloppiness.” His usual confidence remained, but I could tell he was searching my face for a reaction, making sure I was interested in going along with his latest whim.

Oh yes, I was. And I was quick to respond. “I assume that’s what the stir stick is for?”

“That’s right, Ashley. A few swats should remind you to be more careful in the future.”

He picked up one of the virgin sticks, asked me to hold out my hands, palm up, and swatted each of them once, firmly.

“You look disappointed, Ashley. Were you hoping for something more?”

I blushed, realizing that maybe I’d misread his intentions and revealed more about myself than I should have to my neighbor. But my fears were quickly assuaged. “Don’t worry, Ashley. There will be more. All in good time. Remember, a little patience.”

He tossed the stick to the floor and took me in his arms once again. With a few quick motions, he unhooked the straps of my overalls, letting them fall to my waist, and quickly pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. He pulled my breasts out of the cups of my bra, and took them one by one into his mouth, sucking aggressively. My nipples had always been sensitive but eager, and I arched my back in pleasure as he gently nibbled on them. My hands slipped down to his crotch, and I massaged his growing cock with one hand as the other quickly moved to unbutton his fly and fish it out of his boxers.

“Not so fast, Ashley. A little precision, please?”

He backed away from me and slowly stripped naked, his eyes locked on mine as he removed first his shoes and socks, setting them neatly aside, then his jeans and boxers, and finally his shirt. Only his hard, erect cock revealed that he was aroused – everything else about his movements and the calm of his eyes spoke only of the utmost confidence.

“Now you.”

I followed his lead, just as I had a few minutes earlier when I imitated the stroke of his paintbrush. Now it was my turn to peel off what remained of my clothes and set them neatly aside, keeping my eyes fixed on his except for the occasional glance down at his cock.

“Do you want to pleasure me?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then drop to your knees.”

Once there, adjusting my kneecaps to the hard, cold floor, I looked up into his eyes, smiling. He continued with his instructions.

“Now,” he said calmly, reaching once more for the stir stick. “If I get any sense that you’re resorting to the rushed motions you’re used to, you’re going to get a firm swat, understood? As long as you show some patience, I’ll let you work. And remember, don’t spill a drop.”

I could hardly control my excitement as I eagerly took his cock into my hands and mouth. I moved quickly, lustily, and it wasn’t long before I felt the sting of the wood against my skin as he bent down to slap it across my ass. “A little patience, Ashley. All good things to those who wait.”

I answered wordlessly, going back to work on his cock with long, slow strokes, as I felt my own juices begin to trickle down my leg. I looked up at him as I took his entire length into my mouth, and, apparently sensing my willingness to follow his rules, he put down the stick. Both hands free, he now grasped my pigtails and gently guided my motions. I was determined to maintain my slow and steady pace, massaging his balls in my hands as I let his cock slide in and out of my mouth, but before long it was he who began to speed things up.

For a few minutes more, he thrust in and out, whispering gentle commands to guide my touch, and I responded instantly to each, eager to please. He raised his voice just a bit to warn me that he was about to orgasm. Then, with a level of control I’d never experienced from a man about to cum, whispered, “Remember, Ashley. Not a drop.”

Just at that moment, I felt his warm load shoot deep into my throat. Gagging a bit, I nonetheless continued to suck him off, swallowing every drop, and smiling up at him with pleasure at my success when he finally pulled out of me.

“Nicely done, Ashley. You see, you are a quick learner. Now it’s time for your reward.”

Before I could respond or react, he picked up the painter’s tape and strolled out of the room, down the hall towards my bedroom. My knees both weak and sore, I climbed to my feet as quickly as I could and followed him, arriving just in time to see him pull a long length of tape from the roll and rip it free.

“Now, for your next lesson. For those of us who can paint without this silly guide, there’s a much more satisfying use of this tape. On the bed, please.”

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He arrived almost exactly when he said he would, like he always did. Still, she had been keeping an anxious eye on the driveway the whole morning, so when the bell rang, she opened the door almost immediately.

She instantly regretted this as he gave her a knowing smile and she could only blush.

“Hello Kitten.” His voice alone was enough to make her go weak in the knees.

He stepped forward and took her into his arms. He kissed her deeply for several long seconds, before pulling back and holding her by the shoulders at arm’s length to inspect his property.

He smiled again and gave her an approving nod.

The short sundress with the thin shoulder straps and low back had been a gift from him and, with today’s nice weather, wearing it had been a no brainer. The design didn’t allow her to wear a bra, but with her small breasts it really wasn’t much of an issue.

Taking her with him Daddy pushed into her apartment and closed the front door behind him. When they reached the living room sofa, he turned her around without a word and bent her over the back. His fingers slid up her smooth legs. When they reach the hem of her skirt, he took it with him, hiking the skirt up to her hips. Holding the skirt in place with one hand, the other slid into the waistband of her panties. Slowly and sensually he pulled them down to just above her knees. She gasped as the same finger slid down, first through her crack and then into the already soaking wet slit between her legs. She heard him rummage in his pockets, and then fiddle with what sounded like a tube. Next she felt the pressure of a, well lubricated, plug invading her ass. She needed a moment to unclench, but he was both patient and persistent and soon she had taken the whole thing. levent escort He rummaged again and she soon felt, what she deemed to be, a roughly egg-shaped object enter her pussy.

This time there was no artificial lubricant required and it slid in easily.

With two of her holes plugged he pulled her panties back up before helping her to her feet. They both smiled as she smoothed down her skirt.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded, and he took her hand to lead her out the front door to his car.

Seated in the car, he fiddled with his phone and, without warning, both the items he had inserted into her sprang into life. The vibrations were by no means violent, but they certainly were impossible to ignore.

For the rest of the drive, and the morning they spent browsing the farmers’ market, Daddy was the perfect boyfriend and gentleman. He told her interesting stories, asked her questions, and made her laugh.

She soon found that the plug in her ass, and the egg in her pussy did not vibrate at a constant rate. They stopped and started independently and seemingly at random, only very occasionally working in unison. The effect was that, though they never threatened her with a full-blown orgasm, she was constantly reminded of her place in the world.

She was Daddy’s toy, to do with as he pleased.

While sitting down for a light lunch Kitten had to do everything she could to keep a straight face in front of the waitress, while Daddy played with her via remote control.

Midafternoon they drove back to Daddy’s house.

The first thing he did when they arrived was to bend her over the dining room table to remove the two toys that had been her constant companions cihangir escort all day. He then sent her off to the bathroom to relieve herself and freshen up.

When she returned a familiar canvas bag was waiting on the table.

One by one, he slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor leaving her topless. He turned her around, and having rummaged in the bag she soon felt her hands being pulled behind her back before being encircled by rope. Having tied her wrists he next tied her elbows along with a harness around her chest with strands above and below her breasts.

Her upper body now completely secured he turned her around to face him again and then pushed her down onto her knees before unzipping his fly. With well trained enthusiasm she took him into her mouth and started working her tongue up and down his shaft. With her hands tied behind her back she needed to use her neck and hips, she was also required to effectively hold on to his cock with her mouth in order to not fall over.

It wasn’t very long before he came. Kitten swallowed what she could, and cleaned off the rest with her tongue.

His immediate needs taken care of, he hooked one finger into the harness around her chest, and gently pulled her to her feet. Grabbing her by the hips he lifted her onto the dining room table. He took hold of the waistband of her, by now sopping wet, panties with both hands and pulled, sliding them past her knees and then her ankles. He turned her over so she was lying on her stomach, her rock hard nipples sensitive to the cold surface. One hand grabbed hold of her hair near the scalp and gently pulled back her head. He stuffed her panties into her feriköy escort mouth, patiently bit by bit until she had taken it all. A silk scarf, that he retrieved from the canvas bag was pulled between her teeth and tied at the back of her head.

The cleave gag ensured that the panties stayed in. More rope went around her knees and ankles now, and soon she was tightly hogtied, a pretty little display piece on her master’s dining room table.

Daddy then started cooking.

Naked, inescapably hogtied, and gagged with her own panties, Kitten could do nothing but patiently wait, chewing on her gag and constantly tasting her own arousal. She watched Daddy move around the kitchen. Occasionally he would glance in her direction and flash her a smile of approval.

Eventually he returned to her and first untied the rope connecting her ankles to her wrists, before also untying her knees and ankles, leaving her legs free. This freedom was short lived though as he lifted her from the table and immediately sat her down in one of the chairs. Taking up the rope again he secured each ankle to a leg of the chair forcing her legs open and leaving her pussy on display. He then set the table for two before dishing up for both of them. Having set a plate of delicious looking food in front of her, he finally untied her cleave gag and helped her to spit out the panties.

First, he gave her a sip of wine from his own glass. Then he started feeding her, small mouthfuls at a time, occasionally stopping to take a bit from his own plate.

Dinner was a lengthy affair with one person doing all the work, but eventually Kitten felt full and satisfied in at least one way. Through the vibrating plugs, the bondage, and the overall romance, Daddy had been keeping her on edge all day. She was by now burning with desire and wanted nothing more than to be ravaged.

After dinner, Daddy took away the plates before returning to her. He untied her ankles and lifted her into his arms. With her head resting on his shoulder, her hands still tied behind her back, he carried her off to his bedroom.

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“What more do you want from me!” Nick shouted from down the hallway, slamming his fist hard on the bedroom door. “Tell me!”

Jennifer wasn’t about to turn around. She kept walking, faster, harder, until she reached the arched kitchen doorway when the anger in her husband’s voice exploded beyond what she could bear.

This was it. She was through with playing games. She was going to leave him.

And this time she wasn’t coming back.

“I’m talking to you, Jennifer.” Nick was quick to reach the end of the hallway when he grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to turn around and look at him. His once blue eyes were now dull and bloodshot. The top buttons on his dress shirt were unbuttoned and his tie was barely dangling around his neck. His breath smelled of whiskey and he reeked of cheap perfume. His light brown hair was drenched with sweat and lay messily about his head.

Jennifer stared up at her husband, the man she had once loved, the man she would have once given her life for.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she hated the man standing before her. In fact, she hated everything about him. Tonight, she wished that Nicholas Sphere had never entered into her life.

“Is it not enough that I support you financially?” Nick shouted in her face, squeezing her shoulders a little too tightly. “Is it not enough that my job enables us to travel the world?” He started shaking her. “I bought you this house. I bought you the Mercedes you love to drive.” He stopped shouting long enough to give her a quick look up and down. “I even bought you that damn shirt.”

“Take it then, Nick.” Jennifer raised her voice to equal his own alarming tone before lifting both of her hands to his chest to push him away. “Take it all. I don’t want any of it. I just want to leave.” She broke free from his grip by slamming her fists into the center of his chest.

Nick stumbled backward, although managed to catch himself against the gannet built-in-bar behind him. But after a few awkward maneuvers, he lurched unsteadily, only to fall face first on the hard-wood flooring.

Jennifer instinctively took a step toward her drunken husband, only to come to a direct halt.

Old habits die hard.

No, not tonight. Tonight she was breaking free of that old tradition. Tonight, she wasn’t going to lift a finger to help him. Nick enjoyed surrounding himself with trash; on the floor, wallowing in the dirt and excess food was where he belonged.

“Jenn…” Nick slurred. He raised his arm, expecting her to take pity on his pathetic behavior and play the loving, supportive house-wife she had regrettably let herself become.

But not tonight. Not ever again.

Jennifer folded her arms over her chest and slowly walked over to stand above him. She pressed the spiked heel of her boot against his shoulder and kicked him hard, sending his body flying back to the ground.

Nick bellowed in pain. “What…the…fuck!” he shouted aloud, attempting to grab at her leg with an angry jerk.

Jennifer was quick to step away from his flaring arms. “You’re pathetic, Nick. I never wanted any of this.” She opened up her arms wide and looked around at the richly furnished kitchen. “I only wanted you.” A single tear fled the corner of her dark green eyes, but she quickly ran a perfectly manicured finger over her cheek to wipe it away. “But I refuse to share you with every other woman in town.”

Nick managed to lift himself into a sitting position and stretched forth his hand, as if finally ashamed of his long-term promiscuous activities outside his marriage. “Jenn, please. Let me explain.”

“No!” Jennifer shouted in a rage of both frustration and anger. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she glared down at him. “Tonight you will suffer as I have for the past six years.”

Nick slanted his head in slight confusion. “Baby, please. You’re overreacting.”

A dark haze suddenly shifted in her eyes as she continued to look at him. Her hands were literally trembling with rage, but she forced her voice to lower to a steady, low volume. She stood up straight and squared her slender shoulders before speaking. “So, you think that I’m overreacting, do you?” Jennifer nearly whispered. She casually walked closer, clanking her heel boots with each step of the way. She knelt down beside him, brushing the black ink of her long curls behind her ear. “Perhaps you are right,” her voice smooth as silk. She was leaning into him; she could feel her nipples tighten as she slightly brushed up against his rapidly beating chest.

Nick’s bloodshot eyes widened to stare up at her. With slow hesitation, he turned to face her, stealing a quick, obvious glance at the low-cut opening of her silk blouse. “Perhaps we could work something out. I don’t want to lose you.”

She just stared at him–the man she had loved for six long years. The man she had pledged her love and heart to, the man who had taken her virginity, the man who had sworn to love, honor, and cherish her, the man who could melt tekirdağ escort her heart of stone each and every time he looked at her, the same man who turned her blood hot by a simple touch.

“You want to try and make this better, don’t you Jenn?” Nick’s voice deepened with a low whisper. He lifted long fingers to caress the sides of her face. His touch was warm–calming. The heat of his near breath aroused irritable goosebumps to lace up and down the lengths of her arms. Her entire body began to quiver from under his spell.

“Please, Jenn; tell me you want to try.” He leaned in closer, dipping his head into the crook of her neck and breathed long and deep. His sudden nearness and the sweet heat of his mouth was suddenly pinning her angry thoughts down by chains of steel. His fingers gently caressing the sides of her face and playing with the long length of her hair was soon erasing the burning sting of betrayal she had so strongly felt against him.

“Maybe we should…” Jennifer swallowed hard before finishing. “Talk.” Her dark eyes lifted to meet his hungry gaze, and there was no way of denying the rising passion held so firmly in his expression.

Nick brushed a long finger down the smooth trail of her throat and smiled with deviant intent. “The bedroom.”

Jennifer widened her eyes as if she possessed the ability to decline, but she slowly nodded in submission.

Nick barely leaned on her for support as he practically leaped to his feet. He was still drunk, but the flailing, pathetic man who had so recently been lying on the floor, no longed existed. Now, given that he held the slightest chance of getting laid, Nick held himself up straight, floated, rather than walked, and held his words together by intelligent and completely coherent sentences.

Lame.

Jennifer fought the urge to roll her eyes as she led the way down the long, narrow hallway that eventually merged into the vast, richly furnished, beautifully decorated master bedroom. Ancient paintings covered the creamy, pale-white walls, a four-post, king-size bed lay in the center of the room, draped with a silk, golden comforter and matching pillows. Thick fabrics of white lace and satin hung romantically from the banister that surrounded all four corners of the bed, and the pure white and golden headboard was carved of wood in intricate flower designs.

The lights were turned off, but the full moon peered vaguely through the opened windows of the small balcony that revealed the handsome, masculine features of Nick’s face.

He was much taller than her. His body was built of hard stone and the tight muscles in his arms were beckoning her to free his body of restraint.

Jennifer reluctantly turned around to stare at herself in the giant, oval mirror hanging from above the delicate vanity table along the wall. She saw black hair falling over her slender shoulders and two fierce green eyes that were lost to the rebelling lust consuming her petite features. She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to remain still when the heavy sound of Nick’s footsteps vibrated the floor, as well as every nerve in body.

She could feel him near. Very near. She could feel the heat of his breath warming the side of her cheek; she could taste the minty pleasure of his tongue as he slipped up behind her to press his mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder. He tasted the tanned length of her flesh, gently trailing his hands over her arms and shoulders in a deliberate path of seduction.

Jennifer closed her eyes, resisting the urge to take him into her hands and punish him for tempting her so easily.

And Nick did tempt her. Oh, but this man knew things. He knew how to touch her. He knew how to kiss and make love to her. He knew how to fuck her and how to make her scream from multiple orgasms, where most men never even learned to induce one. He knew her every scream, her every quiver, every moan, and every pleasure that no other man in the world could relate to.

It had been Nick; only Nick.

Jennifer finally reopened her eyes when the buttons on her blouse began to unbutton at the firm movement of his skilled fingers. The fullness of her breasts filled the palms of his hands and Nick gently massaged each of her breast in a slow, firm movement before making his way to her nipples, where he pinched and pulled and twisted until Jennifer finally released her moan.

She threw her head back against the solid steal of his chest when she felt the silk of her shirt slide down the length of her arms.

Nick let out a sigh deep in the back of his throat before reaching down to unbutton the front of her slacks. The black fabric inched its way down her long legs and over her spiked heeled boots. Slowly, he slipped his finger under her lacy red thong and began tugging it down to meet with the pool of clothing at their feet.

Jennifer glance at herself in the mirror. She looked petite and small standing in front of Nick. His tokat escort shoulders were wide and broad, and his arms were long and thick. He could easily crush her with his bare hands. He could snap her neck like a twig if he desired, but Jennifer didn’t fear his power. If anything, it aroused her.

“Baby…” Nick murmured softly. “You are so beautiful.” His grip on her body tightened as he ran his hands up and down the tight muscles in his stomach and over her plump breasts. And at last, he trailed his hands downward, until the firm pressure of his fingers met with the liquid heat of her arousal.

Jennifer arched her back and moaned quietly as the rising heat coursed through her body, her soul, her very essence. She felt the tip of his fingers resting at her slick entrance, the long, thick promise of near pleasure that he was purposely keeping at bay.

“Tell me you want this, Jenn. Tell me.” Nick demanded, whispering against the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders. He gently nipped his way to her collarbone as he circled his fingers around the the tiny knob of her clitoris in slow, painful strokes that drove her mind wild.

“Nick…yes.” Jennifer moaned loudly, “I want this. I need this.” She purred with desperation, arching her back more and rubbing her naked ass on the swelling hardness of his erection. And as if unable to stand his slow torture a second longer, she reached around to yank down the zipper of his slacks. With his eager help, she removed the offending material to meet with her own on the floor. His shirt and boxers shortly followed.

The thick head of his cock rubbed hard against her ass that literally made her body liquefy from the building anticipation. But she couldn’t take it anymore.

Jennifer quickly turned around to stare up at him, the sexy, fully naked man with fire smoldering about his blue, bloodshot eyes that were clouded from both extreme intoxication and powerful lust.

Jennifer ran her fingers up and down the hard muscles of his stomach before lowering them to firmly wrap around the thick base of his shaft.

His cock bulged and he lightly thrust forward from the smooth motion of her hands slowly caressing him. Nick moaned deeply in the back of his throat before lifting firm hands into her hair and twisting his fingers around the silky black strands that forced her head downward.

Jennifer trailed wet kisses down the long length of his chest and stomach before teasing the thick head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the large head and licked the few drops of his lust with a swipe of her tongue. She moaned when the salty liquid at the tip of his penis coated a thin layer on the roof of her mouth. She licked him dry, flicking her tongue back and forth, faster and faster before sliding his penis completely inside her mouth. His cock filled her mouth full, but Jennifer didn’t hesitate to take him as far inside of her as possible. She sucked him eagerly, enjoying the quiet moans as Nick twisted his fingers tighter in her hair and began to rock back and forth, forcing himself deep inside her.

One lick away from coming down her throat, Nick abruptly pulled her to her feet by the firm grip in her hair. “Damn, Jenn; you will surely be the death of me.” He spoke deep and husky as he walked her over to the bed. He placed strong hands around her waist and literally threw her hard against the soft mattress.

Jennifer bounced three times before Nick lowered himself on top of her. There, he stilled her body by wrapping one hand around her throat and spreading her legs apart with the other.

“Nick, please fuck me; I can’t take this anymore.” Jennifer moaned loudly, opening herself up to the man kneeling so heavily above her.

“Not yet.” He teased, tightening his fingers around her throat and lowering his head to nip at her full breasts. He bit at her nipples, causing the round, plump mounds to ache and swell as his teeth lightly scraped over them. He worked his way down to her stomach and finally met with the throbbing heat of her sex, where he trailed his tongue over the pounding knob of her clitoris. He kept at a slow pace, gradually pressing harder until Jennifer thought her body would explode from under his skilled torture.

But then he moved faster, harder, flicking his tongue back and forth and up and down in wide circles until she was completely drenched with her own sweet liquid that stained his tongue and the silk sheets.

Nick inhaled her lust and let out a low, satisfied chuckle before swiping his tongue over her damp channel that was aching to be filled.

This was it. Jennifer’s limits were on the brink of breaking. She wouldn’t last long.

But with a simple twist of motions, she was soon on her stomach, and Nick’s hard, solid body was pressed down on top of her. He bit her earlobe and wove a firm hand into her hair. He yanked hard, forcing her head to fly back as he breathed heavily in her ear.

“Nick, please.” she pleaded.

“Is trabzon escort this not what you wanted, Jenn? Did you not want me to make you forget about earlier?” Nick’s deep, taunting voice tested her sanity as he held her down without any hope of escape. “I can make you forget everything, baby.” And in one hard thrust, he entered her. His cock bulged with hunger, with thirst, with a carnal lust that filled her full to the hilt as he began to thrust deeper.

“Nick!” Jennifer screamed again, flailing her arms out wildly and twisting her fingers into the sheets until her nails were starting to hurt.

“Come for me baby.” Nick commanded, “I want you to come.”

And she did; there was no way of stopping it. Jennifer screamed as pleasure coursed through her body in hot, rapid and long strokes. She dug her nails deeply in the tousled sheets and breathed heavily from the intensity of her orgasm.

Nick abruptly removed his penis and pulled her on top of him with extreme impetuous force. He grabbed her by the waist and sank her body back down on his wet, throbbing shaft. “Now it’s your turn, baby.”

Jennifer flashed her husband a dangerous gleam before running her sore fingers up and down his perfectly chiseled chest. She stole a quick glance around the room, searching for anything that might add to the heat of their passion.

“Wait,” Jennifer ordered, pinning Nick’s arms down at his side. “I have an idea.”

Nick didn’t respond; he understood the sinful lust in her eyes upon adding toys into their playful adventures.

Jennifer lifted herself off of Nick’s swollen erection and rushed over to the closet. It didn’t take her long to find the extension cord curled up on the floor. She had known exactly where to look. The long, narrow, wire cord had served a pleasurable purpose on more than one occasion.

Jennifer relished in the sight of Nick’s excited expression upon noticing the cord in her hands. “Ah, baby. You are my kinky girl.”

Jennifer slid back on the bed and straddled him. She lifted his arms above his head and wrapped the cord around each of his wrists and tied him securely to the headboard. After she was certain he couldn’t escape, Jennifer flashed him a dangerous smile before bending her head down to kiss the inner part of his ear.

“Do you remember what I told you, Nick?” she purposely hovered her wet pussy directly above his aching cock. “I told you that I would make you suffer, as I have.” She purred seductively.

Nick made another deep noise in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. He made several failed attempts to thrust his hips upward to meet with her teasing pose, but to no avail.

Jennifer pressed both of her hands down on his chest and slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick muscles in his throat. “Is that what you want, Nick?”

“Oh, God. Yes, baby.” Nick moaned aloud, still struggling to free himself from the cord. He was a strong man, stronger than most. If he was unable to free himself then Jennifer had succeeded in the first step to her plan. A plan she had waited too long to put into action.

With an evil smirk of her daring green eyes, Jennifer gradually removed herself from on top his lap. She rolled off the bed and took several steps back before turning her back to the naked man tied helpless to the bed.

“Wha…what are you doing?” Nick stammered, his handsome expression confused.

Jennifer ignored him. She picked up her blouse and slacks off the floor and began to dress.

“Jennifer?” Nick raised his voice. “What’s going on?”

Jennifer pierced him with a dark glare over her shoulder before finally answering him. “Have I not told you, darling?” Her tone thick with sarcasm. “We are expecting company shortly.”

“What!” Nick shouted, this time truly struggling to break free from his captive state.

Jennifer smiled at the sight of venerability expanding in her husband’s face. He frantically pulled and tugged at the cord, but there he remained–powerless, pathetic, in total submission to her will.

“Get me the fuck out of here!” he continued to shout in a building rage.

Jennifer widened her eyes as if appearing startled. “Now, now, Nicholas; that’s not polite. Why, what would our guest think if she happened to hear you speaking to your wife in that fashion?”

“Quit fucking around, Jennifer. Untie me, now!” The anger in his voice vibrated through the room, causing a small prickle of fear to glide down Jennifer’s spine. But it wasn’t enough to change her mind.

Not now. It was too late for that.

Jennifer turned just in time to hear light footsteps approaching the bedroom door. She glanced back at Nick and narrowed her dark green eyes in obvious animosity. “Now darling, promise to be nice to our guest.” And with a cunning smile, Jennifer slowly made her way toward the cracked door just in time to greet the approaching woman.

A tall, slender woman stepped forward from the dim, hallway lighting. Long, red hair flowed down her back and covered her wide-set, brown eyes with scattered messy bangs. Her skin was pale and flawless, barely concealed behind the low-cut halter top and low-rising jeans.

“Leah, you are here at last.” Jennifer said sweetly before reaching the beautiful woman. “Jennifer.” Leah’s tender voice was surprisingly firm as she smiled at her.

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