Slippery When Wet
She got home a few minutes later than usual, carrying an armload of groceries. She headed for the kitchen, swearing under her breath as she tripped over his boots, left laying by the door. She put away the cold stuff, then headed toward the bedroom, wondering why he was home so early. As she walked into the bedroom, she heard the shower, and poked her head into the steamy bathroom.
“Hey, you’re home early. Couldn’t stay away, huh?” she laughed.
He pushed open the shower curtain, giving her a clear view of his long, strong body, and the water sliding down the hard planes of his stomach and thighs. She looked at him, at the muscles that came from hard work and not from hanging out in a gym, the strong arms, the broad shoulders…God, he was beautiful. Suddenly she realized he was talking to her, not just standing there for her to admire. She tuned in briefly, he was talking about his Army unit, and some trouble one of his friends had gotten into. She let her thoughts drift back his body, and felt the liquid heat pool in her stomach. They had been together for awhile, but he still had the same effect on her that he’d had from the first time they kissed. She had never felt lust so strongly before. He knew just how to touch her, how to make her go up in flames under his mouth and fingers, and she felt it every time he was near her.
He stopped talking, realizing she wasn’t hearing a word he was saying, and was looking at him like a tiger looks at a steak. A slow smile spread across his face as he watched her watching him. She was sexy without even trying, every move sensuous, an invitation to touch her, to take her. Her eyes traveled up to his face, met his eyes, and he gave her a wink. She smiled back, and slowly began to peel off her clothes.
“Hey, who said you were invited in?” he laughed. “You’ll just hog all the hot water.”
“Mmm. Probably,” she replied, looking up at him from under her lashes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
He pretended to consider her offer, then gave a heavy sigh. “Ok, fine. But it better be good.”
She stepped into the shower, and slid her hands up his slick chest and into his hair. She licked her lips, then pulled his head down so she could reach his mouth. She ran her tongue around the edge of his lips, then leaned into him, pressing her lips lightly against his. His hands cupped her bottom, pulling her tightly against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, and he felt her sigh against his lips. He loved all the little noises she made during sex, the sighs, the soft moans, he could swear he’d even heard her practically purring once or twice. His mouth left her lips, and he nibbled lightly along the side of her neck. Another sigh that turned a little deeper as he nipped at her neck a little harder.
He picked up the soap, and worked a lather up in his hands. He ran his hands down her arms, and pulled back slightly from her. He lifted his hands to her full breasts, letting the soap make her skin slippery as he slid his fingers along the curve of her breast to her erect nipples. He circled them lazily, watching her eyes close as she lost herself in the sensations. He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers, then a little harder. Her breathing was coming a little faster, she liked it when he was a little rough with her. He leaned back, moving so the water would hit her breasts and rinse the soap away. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out softly, then whispered his name.
“Please, now.”
He slid his hands down across her stomach, and between her legs, She was slick and warm and ready for him. He again cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her and pinning her back against the cool shower tile wall. Her eyes flew open at the suddenness of the motion, then getting her bearings, she pulled him in again for another kiss. His cock slid into her as his tongue thrust into her mouth, and she responded with a long low moan from deep in her throat. She wiggled against him, trying to get every bit of him inside her, then tilted her hips slightly. He withdrew, then slid back into her again, feeling her muscles gripping his cock in a hot velvet hold. Her head fell back as he continued to slide in and out of her, and his teeth nipped her neck again.
She felt him increase his pace slightly, and used the leverage of the wall behind her back to push her hips out to meet his thrusts. His cock filled her up, it was thick and long, and right now it was pushing her to the edge. His fingers tightened their hold on her, digging into her tender flesh, but it only turned her on more. She loved being possessed by him, feeling his power and strength. He was pushing into her more forcefully now, each stroke filling her completely. She felt the tightness that began in her belly, and spread thru her whole body, leaving her tightly wound. He felt it too, felt her body tighten as her breath came in fast little gasps. He slid a finger into her ass as her continued to rock into her body steadily.
The finger sliding into her sent her over the edge, her body moving desperately against his as she came. Her hips pumped, then with a soft scream, she felt the tightness explode, and her body stilled as he continued to push into her. Her muscles relaxed, and she clung to him as he slowed down, moving into her with long, slow strokes. She slowly disengaged from him, letting herself slide down from the wall. She reached between their bodies, and took his still hard cock in her hands. She adjusted the water and rinsed his cock off, then sank to her knees and slowly drew him into her mouth. He sucked in his breath sharply. He hadn’t been expecting this.
She had never done this before they had met, and she didn’t do it very often, mostly because she didn’t think she was good at it. He looked down at her, and almost laughed at the fierce determination her could see on her face. He watched his cock slide in and out from between her full lips, and felt her start to suck a little harder. Her hand came up and cupped his balls as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. She drew him into her mouth again, sucking him in, her mouth and tongue caressing him as she slid her lips up and down his cock. She started out slowly, sucking lightly as he slid easily in and out of her mouth. Then she increased the suction, and began to move faster, pulling on his cock with her lips. He felt his balls start to tighten, and pulled his cock from her mouth. He rested one hand on her cheek as he pumped his cock with the other.
She gazed up at him, and he held their eye contact, making the moment more intimate as he felt his come rushing thru his cock. He aimed his cock at her neck and chest, and saw his come land on her breasts and her throat. Her eyes never left his as he pumped the last bit of stickiness out onto her, and he groaned as she ran her finger across her chest, then licked it. He pulled her to her feet and rinsed her off. She moved against him, and sucked his earlobe into her warm mouth, then he felt her breath against his ear.
“Worth having to share the hot water?”
The End
The Guest Bed
I find nothing ahead of me exciting. The day is dreary, gray, and far too warm to look that way. A storm is coming in: I can see the kohl-black clouds sprawled out across the sky, looming heavily over the fields as I bring the laundry off the line. I wonder if there will be a tornado, if maybe I’ll have to go down-cellar.
Down-cellar.
A glimmer of hope fills me at the thought. I consider the possibility of a storm and convince myself that the odds are good, that maybe I should just go ahead anyway. It’s wishful thinking but I don’t care.
In the coolness of the cellar, lingering under the aroma of Tide and mothballs is the scent of lust. Over beside the noisy washing machine, underneath the squeaking kitchen floorboard is the faded plaid sofa bed where you’re resigned to sleep each night. I can see your pillow, still holding the shape of your head even though you’ve been gone for hours now. A single strand of light-brown hair rests on it. I pluck it up and hold it to my lips, wishing it was still attached to you, willing this kiss to somehow make contact with you.
My eyes roam downwards, along the patchwork quilt. I envy its handmade softness which was only hours ago resting against your skin. I know there was nothing between you and it. I’ve been downstairs to check up on you, and I know you sleep bare.
Since I cannot have you now, I must satisfy myself with touching what you have touched. I rest myself against the arm of the couch, hurriedly kicking off my Keds. My jeans have to come off now, and my pink cotton panties quickly follow them. I whip off the navy blue polo I’m wearing and practically rip my bra off. I need to be naked, to have this quilt against my skin like you did last night.
I toss a leg over the arm of the couch and gather up the blanket. I’m sure I look a sight: blonde hair tousled from removing my shirt, straddling a couch with a rumpled blanket pressed to my breasts. I don’t care. All I want is your hands on me. This blanket is the closest I will get, so I close my eyes and grip it tightly, drawing it across my nipples. I know it tickled yours the same way. Did it raise them up as bright and pink as mine right now? Did each little movement of fabric send a rush downwards?
That thought reminds me that part of this blanket has touched you down there. Did it get caught between your legs as you slept? Has one corner of this quilt rubbed against your clit? Did you touch yourself? Did you dampen it with your sweetness? I must find out!
In an awkward turning move, my hands raise every last inch of fabric to my nose. I think I’ve found a spot that smells somewhat musky. It drives me mad and my lips want to taste it, wants to pretend it’s your gorgeous pussy instead of some cotton and batting. My fingers hold it tight as my tongue slowly traces around that sweet square, a blue square. I resolve that the color blue will always turn me on.
I draw it further into my mouth, sucking on it. I wish this could be flesh, a little nub I can suck on and lick until your thighs clamp around my ears and you tremble, begging me to stop. I take the other end of the quilt and rub it against myself, my hips beginning to rock along the armrest of the sofa. I pretend your face is beneath me, your lips tickling my nethers. This cotton is your tongue, and my hands send it delving into my pussy before bringing it up to my clit, circling it around.
I rest that end of the quilt on the armrest so I can fuck myself with my fingers. I wish they were yours, your middle finger driving into me just so until it finds a swollen spot. Your finger -or is it mine?- presses gently, rubbing back and forth, raising it up even more. I know you’re going to share this with me, that you want to drink me in.
I imagine your mouth opened expectantly, and my legs begin to tremble. I feel the urge building in me as my thumb circles my hardened clit and my middle finger milks the sweet spot between my lips. Suddenly I tense, overwhelmed with sensation. In that one second, the taste of you is so full on my tongue. I can feel every thread in the quilt between my thighs. Each detail is so clear and I swear I can see your gaze from below as I release a stream of my honey onto your waiting face. I hear you tasting it, savoring it as my fingers pound furiously, drumming out more and more until I can bear it no longer and I collapse downward, my face buried in your pillow.
After some time, I rise from the couch, alone yet satisfied. I find my jeans and shimmy my way back into them. I ignore the bra in favor for just a shirt, which I pull over my head. I grab the laundry basket, open the washer and pile everything in, ready for the line. I reluctantly begin the climb up the stairs, glancing backwards. I laugh. Your blanket is soaked. I wonder if you’ll notice tonight.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
You Are Mine
The fantasy weekend wore me out, but it was fun. This was still the best job I ever had. Once I got back to my cottage I ran a very warm bath along with sea salts, took my clothes off, letting them fall to the floor, and got in to soak. My overused nipples and pussy felt so much better as the water washed up against my skin. I stayed in the tub until the water began to cool off and finally got out and into my silk pajamas. I crawled into bed alone for the first time in days and fell asleep in minutes.
Feeling so refreshed when I woke up, it was as though I was a new woman. As I walked from my bedroom to the kitchen I noticed something that reminded me that requests from my boss are made even as I sleep. There was an envelope that had been shoved under my door. The stationery was familiar and I tingled a bit thinking about what may be written there.
What I saw was a new way my boss wanted to play. I was his sex maid and I had to do the job I was instructed to do. That was never more true than with Michael’s latest note:
Debbie:
I’m giving you your clothing allowance a little early this month.. I have already picked out the clothes I want you wearing tomorrow night. Everything is ready for you to try on and pick up at Lee’s Dress Shop. Be ready at 8:00pm tomorrow night. Keep in mind that you are my maid and you will do as I say. You will stay at the cottage and I will come to you there.
Looking forward to you, Michael.
PS: never forget you are mine.
The tone of the note was a little different than usual, but I followed his instructions and headed to the dress shop. When I got there I introduced myself and was treated with some of the finest customer service I had ever experienced. The clothing was all boxed up. I knew that Michael knew my sizes very well so I decided I would try them on at home. I paid for everything and headed home.
I took all the bags and boxes to my bedroom and immediately began my investigation. I had not yet really dressed up for Michael in any costumes, but it looked as though that was going to change. For the first time I was to dress up as what I was, a sex maid. I relaxed for the rest of the day, until it finally got to be time to get ready for my boss.
After showering, and trimming my pussy just the way Michael liked it, I started to get dressed. I put on his favorite perfume, Victoria Secret’s Rapture and then dove into the new outfit. The first thing I noticed is that there were no panties, so I started with the stockings. They were fishnet and had thick elastic at the top to help keep them up, no garters necessary; the bra was a lacy thin material that would show off my nipples once I was properly aroused. Next I put on the thick vinyl choker, and then I pulled up the tight fitting short plaid skirt and adjusted it. He had chosen one that was so short that I couldn’t bend over without my ass peaking out. The top was a button down white shirt with tails. I tucked it into the skirt, put on a pair of dangling pearl earrings, a touch of make-up and waited.
I was surprised when I looked at the clock, it was 8 o’clock, but Michael wasn’t at my door yet. Usually he was early when I had a date to perform my duties. As I sat on my chair, I began to realize what I was going to be that night. I was to be his. I was going to be reminded of my role here and I knew it. It was then that I heard his footsteps on the slate slabs outside my door. He came up to the porch and entered the cottage without even knocking.
I gasped at first, but within a split second I understood the circumstances and wasn’t really surprised.
“Good to see you ready Debbie”, Michael said. I just smiled and nodded, unsure of what he exactly wanted from me. Michael told me to stay seated and proceeded to ‘get some things off his chest’. He said that he needed me to understand some things about my job. Michael told me that we had some great times together so far, and I agreed with him. Then things seemed to take a nasty turn. He told me that I was becoming quite the whore, that the latest party showed my true side. This surprised me and when I tried to explain myself he told me to shut up.
“From now on you remember one thing bitch, you’re mine. That means this is the only cock you get, understand?”, Michael asked quite forcefully.
“Yes sir”, was my only answer and that seemed to please him.
Then it was time to be inspected. Michael wanted to be sure that I did everything right when I got dressed. He told me to stand up and came close to me, running his hands up my stockings and pushing my skirt up. He said I had the stockings, garter, and skirt on right, but that I hadn’t trimmed my bush correctly.
“Get your trimmer for me Deb”, he commanded.
I quickly ran into the bathroom and got my special electric trimmer and brought it out to him. He pushed my skirt up and told me that he wanted to see a bare little girl pussy. He ran the trimmer over what was left of the hair on my snatch and shaved my pussy bald.
Michael let the skirt fall back to its original place and stood up to inspect me above the waist. Again everything seemed correct at first, but he didn’t like that I had buttoned the shirt almost all the way up. He yanked at the buttons and tore the blouse apart, exposing the bra, and pulling the tails from the skirt.
“You like being treated as the slut you are don’t you Deb?”, he asked.
Again my only answer was, “Yes sir”
“You are beginning to understand”, he said as he smiled and pushed me back onto a stool.
“Fuck I’m going to love using you up this time bitch”, he said as he started to take off his pants. Michael was quickly out of his clothes and obviously ready for me. I stayed where I was for the moment not knowing what he wanted next. His cock looked so damn good, but this time I was afraid to approach him.
He turned around to get something from the bag he brought with him then came towards me with rope. He tied my ankles to the back legs of the stool, spreading my legs. Next he tied my wrists behind my back. He used his necktie to blindfold me and told me that first I was going to be his suck-maid.
“Show me your cocksucking mouth whore” he yelled at me.
I opened my mouth wide for him, but I couldn’t tell what was happening.
Then I felt him grab my choker and he pulled my face to his crotch.
“Lick my nuts, now!”
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My tongue searched in the darkness until it found his tight, big balls and I began to lick. He moaned as soon as I tasted them and shoved my face deeper into his musky meat.
“Slurp bitch slurp”, he groaned.
I drooled, sucked, and kissed and his balls, in all the ways I knew he liked. As each second went by I wanted to please him more.
“Now it’s time to choke and gag cocksucker”, he said as he took a fist full of my hair, pulled upwards, and thrust his stiff cock deep down my throat. I didn’t have time to suck or lick at first. I truly choked and gagged, and he loved it. I was afraid I was going to fall to the floor still attached to the stool. He kept me balanced by tugging on my hair and the choker as he fucked my face
“Suck the fucking cock bitch, I thought you knew what to do here”
I pulled it together enough to start sucking, but I couldn’t believe that a man would be complaining about one of my blowjobs. I was doing the best I could under the circumstances.
I licked and sucked, and took him deep, but nothing I did seemed to be enough.
“I think you need some more inspiration”, he said to me as he pulled out of my mouth. He rubbed his cockhead over my face then began to slap me with his hard cock, his balls grazing over my chin as he slapped my cheeks and mouth harder with that cock. I got wetter the more I got abused by Michael, it all seemed so strange. Although I tried to get him back in my mouth, I couldn’t seem to figure his next move, and with the blindfold it became impossible. The next thing I felt was a kind of relief, it was the rope around my wrists and ankles being untied, loosened, and allowed to drop to the floor.
Michael lifted me off the stool, and led me to the couch. He pulled my skirt off and my blouse and roughly pulled my tits from their DD cups. All I was left wearing was the choker and the stockings. The next feeling was of being thrown across his lap. He hard cock was pressing against my warm firm tits, but then a new sensation, the stinging of his open hand against my ass. First he spanked one cheek then the other, then back again as he told me I was being punished for not pleasing him enough with my mouth. I moaned with each smack quickly learning that I enjoyed it, that he was just trying to make me a better woman. I moaned out between spanks and apologized, “I’m sorry, I’ll do better. Tell me what you want Michael”, I begged.
“I want your ass shiny and red”, is all he said. The fact was that he wanted me to suck him as he spanked me. Again my head was being forced onto his hardness as he kept up his punishment. I kept moaning, but now my mouth was stuffed full of my boss, my master. I was at my best sucking and eating him like the fine treat he was, on my knees, getting what I deserved. Finally I knew that I was getting it right, Michael began to moan and hump my face hard. He stopped the spanking so he could pull at my hair. He was coming up off the couch as I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck eat it bitch”, he cried out as I felt a hot gooey load shoot down my throat. I swallowed him down, feasting on his cum. I let him fall from my mouth, but he was still hard. I couldn’t believe it.
“Please, please, can I have more?”, I begged again.
I was reprimanded for even asking for such a thing. I was told to sit quietly and keep the blindfold on. I did as commanded.
After a few minutes he said to me, “Who are you whore?”
I answered the only way I knew how at the moment, “I’m yours”
“Damn straight bitch, now jerk me”
I licked the palm of my hand and found his cock, still at attention, and began to stroke. He felt so good, so hard, and so warm. My other hand rubbed his balls and I felt him grow in my hands. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly. I was a bit apprehensive about letting him know it though, so I kept up my business of keeping Michael happy. As I continued about my business he squeezed and pinched at my nipples and my tits. Then his finger found my aching dripping pussy lips, he probed and prodded at my clit and I quickened my strokes as he did.
My passion and my aching couldn’t be held back for much longer and without a thought I began to beg and plea for the cock I had in my hand to be inside me.
“Oh god please Michael, please fuck me”, I started, but didn’t stop there.
“I need it, I need you to take me”, I begged, still on my knees.
Michael replied with, “Oh you slut, be careful what you wish for”
He picked me up and took me to the bedroom, throwing me on the bed.
“Present your pussy to me like a bitch”, he yelled.
I got on my hands and knees and tilted my hips in anticipation of his thick hot cock.
I felt his cockhead split me open like a warm knife through butter. He moaned for an extended period as he thrust his cock deep inside me. I joined him, groaning as he stretched my hole and began to fuck me deep and hard.I was so wet that he easily glided in and out of me, faster and faster, spanking me again. I was all his this time and he knew it. He knew by the way I fucked him right back that I would only ever be his. His powerful thrusts were driving me close to the edge. I could feel my orgasm begin deep inside my gut, then waves seemed to move down through me, my pussy, and all the way to my toes. I bucked backwards against him in spasms as I cried out in ecstasy. Michael wasn’t far behind me, his groans were deeper, more guttural. He held tightly to my shoulders as his balls exploded deep inside me, but he was like a piston and he just kept fucking me, I came again, we were soaking with my juices, his cum, and sweat.
Finally we collapsed together on the cool dry sheets.
Michael bit the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, “Good job, Deb”
Ah, the life of the sex maid, and it’s all mine!
The End
Lily
It was one of those picture perfect nights. I cannot say that I’ve seen one this crisp and clear in a very long time. I have seen many nights. It has been a very, very long time since the sun has warmed my face. It isn’t that I have no love for the sunlight, but that choice has regrettably been taken away from me. So I must be satisfied looking at his reflection through his sister, my life long companion the moon. You see I am not your average man strolling down a moon lit street. I am, as you have doubtlessly already guessed, a vampire…. Oh, I do apologize. It seems that I have gotten off track.
As I have said…it was a perfect night. Not a single cloud to mar the beauty of the moon’s brilliant face. I could see her so clearly. Not that I’d have had any trouble. Not even on a deep dark night. I would have seen the warmth of her life’s blood. It would have been as a beacon to me. Yet, I was very thankful for the light. With out it, I would have missed her porcelain beauty. She had the fragile beauty of a helpless flower. Her flawless skin was as pale as the moon itself. The whiteness of her flesh gave her an almost translucent quality. She reminded me of, Oh what kind of flower does she remind me of? Ah yes! She reminded me of a lily.
I watched Lily from the shadows of some trees as she brusquely made her way down the street. I could smell the fear emanating from her. What a pity she has no love for the night." What is she thinking"? I wandered as she passed me by. I quietly began to follow her. I concentrated on her thoughts until they slowly began to show them selves. She was running very late. A lovely ripe young woman of a mere 23 years of age, she still felt very accountable to her parents, with whom she was living with. To see into another’s thoughts is a talent of mine. Some one was going to miss her. Quietly, and so very slowly, I allowed myself to catch up to her. I do so love the hunt! Then without any warning, she spun around and faced me.
“What are you following me for?” she all but yelled, right in my face! Well obviously I was taken aback. How dare she- a mere mortal wisp of a girl- confront me! Oh and by the way, how did she even know I was there? I cast no shadow, and my steps are lighter than a fallen leaf. I greatly needed to regain control of this situation. I could still smell her fear. What could I do or say to use that fear? Almost whispering I simply uttered my name for her.
“Lily.” This seemed to do nicely. Quite by coincidence I had named her very much like her true name, Lillian. Oh I do so love irony! Lily’s fear doubled to near panic as I took her by the arm. With Lily in tow, I quickly made my way to the thicket near by. Fear kept her mute. She could not utter even a whimper. She would never be able to scream! I grabbed her, and faced her towards me.
“Lily.” I said. “Why are you so afraid? I do not wish you any pain. I merely want to enjoy you, for a little while.” At these words she nearly swooned. I really shouldn’t play with my food, but some times I just can’t help it. I pulled her close to me. She of course resisted, but really, what else could she do? Hopelessly she began to submit. I never like to struggle, so I just take my time. They can only fight for so long before they begin to despair. I lowered my lips to hers. I enfolded her into my arms, and kissed her. My tongue pushed passed her lips. Gradually, so very gradually she abandoned her own will. She even pushed closer to me. Her tongue entered my mouth deep, warm, and passionate. I could feel her body crushing herself to me. Her heat began to heat me with warmth I’ve not felt in decades. I reached for her. I unbuttoned her blouse. I ran my hand up her silky stomach and caressed the underside of her left breast. Lily’s right hand slid from my shoulders and down the front of my pants. Her delicate fingers boldly encircled my erection. I moaned. Long has it been since I have been so excited! I felt her left leg wrap around mine, as she began to grind her pelvic into me.
I lowered my hand from her breast to her skirt. Reaching underneath until I could slide my hand into the front of her panties. She was already very moist from the excitement of it all! I inserted a finger into her and began to work it back and forth. My other arm I kept firmly around her waist, lest she should try and run. I could no longer smell fear from her, only a heady smell of adrenaline and the musk of her body. She used her free hand to pull her panties to the side, while pulling me to her by my exquisitely aching erection. I abandoned the game I was playing and gave in to the passion of the moment. Lily undid my belt, and I let my pants fall. I then picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me, and using the hand she was still holding me with, she inserted me into her. A collective moan escaped our lips as we began to writhe together. I could barely think. I could barely stand. She gave herself completely to me! So clearly I could see the throb of her pulse in her jugular vein. I could all but taste the salty sweetness of her life’s blood. Her breath began to come in gasps.
She veritably growled an animalistic “I’m going to cum!” in my ear. I could stand it no longer. I could feel my orgasm begin to shake to the core of my very being. I lowered my hungry mouth to her precious throat. Oh I was very wrong before. She would be able to scream.
Now do not worry! She will not be joining me on my nightly hunts. Though I did taste her flesh, I drank not a drop of her blood. Lily would awaken the next morning without even a hint of a memory of me. Her only clue that any thing was amiss will be an inexplicable, yet completely harmless lover’s mark upon her fair neck. However, I shall never forget my sweet Lily. Now I must go. You see I still haven’t fed. The hunt must go on.
The End
A “Shopping” Day
Hey Midori, I’ve decided I’m going shopping!
Midori, Atsuko’s roommate, faced her with surprise expression: Really? Wouldn’t you rather ski today?
No. Yesterday in Kicking Horse I enjoyed myself but today I’m a little tired, so I’ll take a day to relax and do some shopping.
Ok, it’s up to you, Midori answered putting on her ski pants, but you will still have breakfast with me, won’t you?
Of course, she answered while taking off her ski suit and putting on workout clothes. Give me a sec.
Few minutes later, still chatting, they took the elevator down to the restaurant at the hotel where they were staying. This ski trip to Banff was a present that Atsuko and Midori had decided to give themselves after several years without vacations. Two weeks in one of the most famous Rocky Mountain ski resorts…but their time there was almost up.
When she stepped out of the elevator, Atsuko saw him. He was talking with the desk clerk, a tall, blonde girl with deep blue eyes. And she was smiling at him. Atsuko had liked her because she was very helpful, but in that moment she hated her.
He was a tall man, athletic, always smiling with black curly hair. Very different from Japanese men he was a ‘gaijin’(a foreign devil) who always greeted them politely although they had not spoken to them for more than a few seconds at a time. Just enough contact to make Atsuko think it a pity to leave without knowing him a little more. Whenever they met he always opened doors or stepped out of the way which seemed funny for them, because in Japan the women always went after the men.
I would eat him, Midori whispered to her friend with a giggle.
I would let him to eat me, answered Atsuko covering her mouth and chuckling.
The girls gave their names to the restaurant clerk and they served up a delicious breakfast from the buffet.
After breakfast, they went up again to the room and brushed their teeth. Midori dressed in her ski boots and anorak then slipping on her backpack she departed.
Don’t do anything that I would not do! Midori joked.
I promise, nothing you wouldn’t do! I’m thinking about going to the gym and using the Jacuzzi while I wait for the shops to open.
OK, I’ll see you at seven then.
Atsuko, gathered her stuff in the room, slipped into her bikini (she had been told by the travel agency that the hotel had a Jacuzzi, gym and sauna for free use by their clients), put her sweat suit back on, grabbed her towel and after a quick glance in the mirror she left the room.
In her early thirty, Atsuko still looked a lot younger. She was in good shape, because she went to the gym three times at week and went to hiking on the weekends when she could. She was carefully with her diet, drank alcohol sparingly and avoided smoking. Her lifestyle was reflected in her body: fit and lean with gentle curves, she was just about five feet and weighed 100 lbs dripping wet. In addition she had a pretty face. Fully dedicated to her job for an American multinational since she had finished the university, she had never married although she had not problems finding suitors. But the man of her dreams had not yet appeared.
The gym was empty when she arrived and Atsuko put in the earphones of her MP3 player, climbed onto the bicycle and begin to pedal. Soon she was sweating and took the jacket of her sweat-suit off. While placing it in the back against the wall, the door opened. A slight airflow caused her skin to prickle. He entered. And Atsuko’s breathing deepened. She didn’t expect him to be there. She had assumed that he would be skiing… He smiled and greeting bending his upper body like the Japanese at the same time he told ‘konichi-wa’ with a barely discernible accent.
Konichi wa -. Atsuko answered, bending also. Startled, she looked down and realized that she was showing her breasts, only covered as they were with her very small bikini, but barely hidden from view.
I don’t speak Japanese, he admitted, and only know this greeting and four more words. Would you mind if we speak in English?
Hmmm. What should I answer now? > > Atsuko asked herself. < < If I act like I do not understand him, it will definitively be good bye, but if I answer him with a yes, maybe it will give him a nudge to go…further > -Of course. We can speak English, she responded nervously.
My name is Daniel. Pleased to meet you.
I am Atsuko. It is my pleasure. Silently she was giving thanks to God that working in an American company made her used to direct dealings with Occidentals. She had learned to understand the meanings of gestures that often, for Japanese people, bordered on the rude. Nevertheless Daniel had not made the move to shake her hand and had bent again. She imitated him.
You bend like a Japanese man, she noted pleasantly surprised.
Years ago I was practicing Japanese martial arts and I learned to greet Japanese-style. Do you still plan on going skiing today, Daniel said while he stepped up to the bicycle next to hers.
No, I’m thinking about shopping instead. You?
More or less the same. Today is my last day here in Banff and I want to buy something for my family and some souvenirs for myself. If you want, we can go together.
Hmmm. I don’t know…
We would enjoy ourselves for sure. Just think about it a little, please…and then tell me yes… His smile could melt the winter snow of the Fujiyama.
Watch Daniel pedaling near her wearing only an athletic t-shirt and shorts made Atsuko feel the presence of his masculinity, although she hid her response by accelerating the rate she was pedaling.
Well, that’s enough for today, she told him while slipping off her pants and approaching the shower near the Jacuzzi. I need to rinse off…
I’ll leave you be in a second. I only wanted to stretch my legs and get them moving. They were getting pretty tight after almost two weeks of skiing.
Daniel’s eyes took in and quietly absorbed Atsuko’s dance-like movements. Her ivory bikini almost disappeared against her pale skin and look of near-nakedness sent intense awareness through him. At the contact with the cool water of the shower, Atsuko’s nipples hardened and peaked, pressing against the thin material of her bikini. Daniel took off his t-shirt and strode across the room to enter the shower.
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Atsuko smiled nervous as he asked smoothly: May I soap your back?
Please, she murmured quietly glancing up through shy eyes.
He was a very strong man, around six feet tall with a fit physique. Although he was in his forties, he moved with the grace and feline agility of a much younger man. Masculine was a word used frequently to describe him.
I do not mind helping at all. On the contrary it will be my pleasure, he reassured her. He stood before her, reaching around as was his preference. His hand scooped a little soap from the dispenser and began to rub her back smoothly.
Atsuko felt the Daniel’s hands caressing her back and realized that she had hoped for such from the moment they’re eyes met by the elevator. Purring like a kitten, she stood pliant before him. When she realized that Daniel’s hands had not left the limits of her back, she turned slowly, took a little soap and with her gaze still lowered placed her hands over his chest. The reaction was instantaneous. Daniel’s pants tightened in an unequivocal way and Atsuko realized that there are no stepping back…nor did she want there to be.
Daniel took her little hands in one of his and pulled them above her head, making her breasts stand out more, and with the other hand he tipped up her chin and began to kiss the lips gently, without hurry, without letting her move, as if she were tied before him.
I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, he whispered. And I have been waiting to meet you alone since then. His voice and breath drifted over her earlobe sending shivers down her spine. I want to make love to you here and now.
Yes.
The hands of Daniel caressed over the sensitive points of the Atsuko’s body and his tongue eased deeply into her soft open mouth. She surrendered totally to this man. Her submissive nature and upbringing in a society where men are dominant, carried her far beyond her usual limits, but she realized that she was going exactly where she wanted to go.
The top of her bikini was pulled fully open, and pearly breasts spilled out, hard like stones, the pinkish nipples puckered, inviting, delicious, made to be sucked. The bottom of the bikini fell to the ground an instant later, alongside Daniel’s pants. His member, hard and veined, fully aroused, scared Atsuko a little, but his gentle caresses made her so hot that she was already panting to feel it deep inside. He crouched and dipping his head between her legs began to pass his tongue over her pussy, pink, salty, wet…till he touched the central spot of pleasure, taking her clit between firm lips, caressing it gently with his tongue until she started to bend and quiver in pleasure, making noises like sobbing whimpers, faster and faster until she gasped and groaned in pleasure.
When he felt the shudders pass through her body, Daniel, unable to wait a second longer, stood and plunged into her, grabbing her ass with both palms and lifting her easily to fuck her against the wall of the shower. Sobbing and cumming almost continuously they both felt his seed coming out with a rush deep into her pussy. A few more pumps and the languid relaxation that follows numbing release gripped both of them. Daniel slipped out slowly from Atsuko’s wet cleft, then kissed her on the lips and told her:
Let’s go my room. We can continue there.
Docilely, Atsuko left him and wrapped her towel around her hips, along with her bikini top and watched how he covered himself with a towel and gathered their garments from the floor of the shower.
He kissed her smoothly and taking her hand in his, locked her wrist into his large hand, as if she was a prisoner or the trophy of a conqueror.
Leading her out of the room Daniel told her, there’s still a while until they open the shops and I want to take advantage of this time with you.
Feeling the essence of Daniel run down her thighs, she followed him with the realization that never in her life had she felt so defenseless and yet safe as she did in that instant.
Ok, Daniel-san.
Carrying their clothes in one hand and Atsuko’s wrists in the other, Daniel headed straight for the elevator. They were a strange couple. A beautiful little Japanese girl and an athletic European a head taller than her, both nearly nude. Atsuko seemed be the delicate prisoner of a Barbarian warrior. And although she had her face lowered, fearful of meeting somebody in the corridors, she felt happy. She had often dreamed about something like this and now she was seeing her more intimate dreams fully fulfilled.
They stepped off the elevator on his floor and went to Daniel’s room. Near the door, they saw a housekeeper cleaning who seemed surprised, watching them pass with a startled expression. Daniel smiled, Atsuko blushed and lowered her head still more, and both entered his room.
It was a single room, a little bigger than that of Atsuko and Midori.
Daniel guided her to the center, to the foot of the bed and raising her chin again, he kissed her softly on the lips. Without releasing her hands, he removed her towel, dropping it to the floor as well as his and they both were naked. Dominating her with his stature and strong body, watching her full of joy at the fresh beauty of the woman in front of him.
Atsuko-san, now you’ve got to make a decision: we can have straightforward sex or you may choose to be my slave for a day.
Atsuko only doubted a second before answering: today I will be your sexual slave.
Will you submit to me without restriction?
Yes, Daniel-san.
You will be my slave for a day. Are you sure?
Hai!
Today I will make you feel more womanly than you ever have before! Close your eyes now…
Atsuko obeyed and when he released her hands, she felt let down but that was soon replaced by an enormous sense of expectancy. She heard him open the closet, sensed him coming back towards her and then felt the smooth caress of silk over her skin when he blindfolded her eyes and tied her hands with a pair of foulards, large soft scarves he explained. She was intrigued by this… Silk foulards? She yielded docilely when he pushed her towards the bed and asked her to on all fours. Two more scarves secured her feet, separating her legs a little and leaving her totally exposed. Through the thin band covering her eyes, she noted the flash of a camera << Oh, my God!>> she thought.
Don’t worry, these pictures will be for my eyes only! He reassured her.
She did not dare to answer, feeling exposed, very naughty, and very desired…
He set down the camera and began to caress her again. Exploring each corner of her body, setting her nerves to tingling still more, making her wish that he were inside her.
Fuck me-. She dared to say.
Shhh-. He whispered smoothly onto her neck. Let me, my little one. I know what you want, but I will mark the rhythm.
Please, Daniel-san…
Shhh, he shushed her again.
And the hand that was caressing her ass spanked her, restrained but firmly. Atsuko was surprised, but she didn’t move.
I like you this way, like that you are disciplined. - And he spanked her again on the other cheek.
Caresses and spanks were being alternated, and Atsuko’s ass was slowly glowing a pretty pink color. In her position on all fours her breasts hung down and shivered with every spank. Her pussy was wet, dripping. Atsuko moaned, that mix of pleasure and pain driving her crazy. She wanted more. A lot more.
Harder, Daniel-san, please, spank this slave harder.
Yes baby. I will please you in this, he said, and taking the belt from his closet, he continued whipping the beautiful butt that was compliantly offered to him. Every few hits she saw the flash of the camera. - You are ready, he murmured after a while. – Let’s see what that pretty little mouth can do…
And moving before her, he held his member out, just touching her lips. She began to caress the tip in her mouth, tracing across the big glans with her tongue and sucking smoothly, causing Daniel a shock of pleasure, taking more and more until he had to use all the self-control he possessed not to cum inside the mouth that was sucking him so well.
Caressing her neck, he took himself from the little mouth and kissing her gently he moved back behind her prostrate form, penetrating her again in a single movement and making her shout. Atsuko felt impaled by this member deep in her pussy and when he began to smoothly rub her asshole with a finger wet with his saliva, she could not wait. As if someone had opened the floodgates, she began to have orgasm after orgasm as Daniel filled her with his seed and collapsed over her consumed by pleasure.
Damn this has been…wonderful, Atsuko-san, he said while he began to untie her. But it will not finish here. Now we will go shopping, have lunch and later we’ll return. I still have a few desires to satisfy with your beautiful body before we separate. Let’s have a fast shower and then we can pass by your room. I want to choose the clothes you will wear today.
Yes, Daniel-san, she said again lowering the head in submission gesture, and smiling with inner radiance. It had been the most intense session of sex in all her life.
After a shower, with Atsuko undressed and kneeling Japanese style watching, Daniel got dressed. He wore soft boxers, trousers and a black t-shirt and jacket. Trekking shoes completed his attire and in a couple of minutes he was ready.
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Let’s go sweetie. I want to see which kind of clothes you have, he said putting his jacket around her shoulders and closing the zipper with her arms inside. It was too big for her and large enough to cover her to mid-thigh, while she remained naked underneath.
He took the sleeves and she followed him wearing only his jacket through the corridors of their hotel.
The number of your room?
317, answered Atsuko.
Alright, come on!
They took the lift without meet anybody and went straight to the third floor. Daniel, without hesitation, took the correct corridor and arrived at the door of her room. He took the key-card from the pocket of Atsuko’s trousers, opened the door and he handed the pass to her with a smile.
Feel like you’re at home, he told her jokingly.
He stepped into the room after her, closed the door, and opened the anorak’s zipper.
Beautiful. You are Beautiful. I want you to choose from your closet. I’d prefer a skirt if you have one and a blouse that opens in the front. No underclothes in any case!
Yes, Daniel-san- <>
From Midori she borrowed a fairly transparent white blouse, a black skirt, and a couple of wool stockings just long enough to be covered by the hem of the skirt and an anorak. She put on a pair of cute ski boots and looked up.
I’m ready, Sir.
Beautiful. He insisted. C’mon.
Holding hands and ignoring the desk clerk’s whisperings (-I think that the housekeeper was here before us, whispered Daniel teasingly) they took the road to the main street.
They visited all the shops, bought cowboy hats, Navajo tomahawks and peace pipes, bears fishing for salmon carved in beautiful white marble from Rocky Mountains, and maple syrup. Daniel bought a book of recipes from the local restaurants in the Rockies… walking like a pair of lovers an hour passed quickly and they decided that it was time to go for lunch.
They went to The Keg and Daniel booked a table for two, ordering mushrooms Neptune to share, rare teriyaki sirloin for himself, and (as she told him she preferred fish) a seafood club for Atsuko. They also had a couple of glasses of wine while they waited at bar. Atsuko took it easy though…
They ate from each other’s forks, laughed and touched beneath the table, making a few of the midday customers smile at them.
When they were finished, Atsuko and Daniel returned to the hotel, leaving the things they had bought at the front desk and departed again to continue shopping.
Time to shop for some clothes, sweetie!
And off they went to Banff Avenue again.
The first place they went was a lingerie shop and it was he who requested from the salesgirl a nearly transparent black bra and thong set, garters and a garter belt. Holding on to her hand, Daniel guided Atsuko into the fitting room, and after closing the curtain, began to undress her. Once naked, he put on every garment, looking at her. Half opening the curtain again he requested another set from the salesgirl: this time red. He slipped it on her again, enjoying himself. Then he began to undress her again. When was taking off the panties, he began to lick her pussy while stroking her legs, cheeks and tits until she came right there in the dressing room. Once dressed again, they left the fitting room, paid and left the shop and the salesgirl with a look of amazement on her face.
The next stop was at a ski shop. Daniel a pair of pants into the fitting room and of course asked Atsuko to come in with him.
I want you to suck my dick, here and now, he requested firmly.
Without any doubt, she knelt down before him and began to open his trousers and boxers. She took him into her mouth and began to suck, to lick, to bite… until Daniel spilled in her mouth, continued sucking until she left it perfectly clean, then looked up into his eyes and smiled.
You taste very good, she said to him while she gently closed his zipper.
Daniel paid for the trousers, and they left the store hand by hand.
The rest of the purchases were a little more conventional, although at each shop Daniel entered the fitting room with Atsuko or it made her enter with him.
It’s Five O’clock, sweetie. About time to went back to the hotel.
Only hearing this, Atsuko felt her legs weaken, and her pussy became wet. At the same moment her nipples became turgid and hard like tiny rocks.
They took their packages from the front desk at the hotel and took the elevator directly to Daniel’s room.
Get naked and kneel down before me, sweetie, he told her as he sat in an armchair.
Slowly, Atsuko began to undress. She was already barefoot, so she began by taking off the garters, the skirt and the blouse. With an uninhibited naturalness, she knelt down before him, put both hands in his lap, ducked and she said:
What does my Sir want from me?
Daniel stood up before her and answered: Undress me.
She eased off his garments one by one, first the fitted t-shirt, which was challenging for her because of their difference in stature. Next she removed the trousers, and finally his boxers and socks.
Now, come with me. - And he guided her to the bathroom.
Taking scissors from his toilet case, he made her sit at the edge of the bathtub and began to trim her pubic hair, then dampened and soaped it. With great affection and smoothness he took out a razor and shaved her completely.
Now I like it a lot more, he said smiling while the shower head poured water over her, making her shake again, putting her on the verge of reaching another orgasm. He dried her sweetly and taking her in his arms carried her back to the room.
On your hands and knees again, sweetie. Now I want to fuck your ass, he said while pulling a pot of lubricant from the toilet case. He waited until she was in the best position and then stroked her, lubricating her anus, first outside with a finger, then with two, and began to introduce his fingers and to notice how she trembled.
Slowly, Daniel-san. I’d never done this way before.
Relax and let me. This route of pleasure can be even better than the traditional one. I will go gently, but I will take you thus.
When he noticed that two fingers did not meet resistance, but entered and left easily, he pointed the tip of his cock at the narrow entrance and pressing firmly he began to ease his dick inside.
She moaned. It hurts.
Relax, honey. - Daniel said while he stopped pushing to let her relax a little. When he noticed that the pressure exerted by the sphincter was lessening, he pushed a little more and once past that barrier was completely inside her.
Atsuko groaned and began to speak Japanese. Daniel took her by the hips and held her still until she began to relax.
He began to pump slowly. The feeling the narrow passage being forced excited him more every second and when he heard her began to moan, this time in pleasure, he sped his rhythm, fucking her every stroke more firmly until he exploded in a spurt of cum that coated deep inside the ass of Atsuko as she shouted her pleasure.
I never thought that I was going to like being fucked that way, she whispered. But this has been the best fuck of my life. Thank you Daniel-San. I will thank you all my life for showing me this new way to find fulfillment.
The pleasure has been mine as well, Atsuko-san, Daniel told her laughing.
I should go, Daniel-san. My friend will be getting back soon. Today I have been completely happy.
Me too, honey, me too. Sayonara, Atsuko-san.
Sayonara, Daniel-san.
The End
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With the small grind of key in lock the front door to the house opened. A woman entered.
A quite beautiful woman, taller than most and built more fully. Her hair was a rich, dark auburn, shoulder length and wavy. An oval, fair skinned face with a rounded chin was framed by it. The grey eyes and expressive mouth she sported showed intelligence and strength. She wasn’t young but it took a sharp eye to realize that fact. A woman’s business garb; cream blouse, dark jacket and skirt, smoky stockings and the very best quality shoes; showed her professionalism without hiding her feminine allure.
But she carried herself with fatigue and tension. Her lips were tight, her shoulders stiff. Both those signs faded, just a little, as she entered her home. Pulling in a little sniff of air the smell of pasta, garlic and cream sauce tickled her nostrils. Her expression lifted a touch more at the wonderful scent of the meal being prepared.
A familiar clicking noise sounded, the clatter of a computer keyboard turning out rapid words. The woman’s lips perked towards a smile as she heard it. They didn’t quite make it though, unable to overcome the gloom of her mood. Padding down the hall, her heels thudding quietly on the carpet, she turned into a room.
A man’s den as it turned out. Bookshelves lined all the walls, some with books two deep. In front of the room’s window was a large, practical desk with a computer on it. Seated in the comfortable chair in front of the desk was the man this room belonged to.
He was the same height as the woman, but lithely built. His head was covered with greying hair and his thin face with a beard doing the same. His eyes, focused on the screen and what he was writing were the same shade as the woman’s. He was hunched a little, focused with deep concentration on his work.
As the woman entered the room the man stopped typing and swiveled towards her. A happy smile graced his lips. That expression faded as he looked at his lover, became concern. “Another tough day?” he asked.
The woman’s almost smile grew just a touch. “Yeah. Matrixed accountability models aren’t a lot of fun.” She sighed with exhaustion.
A twinkle appeared in her eyes then. “I’m awfully glad to get home to my kept man though.”
At those words, the man’s face hardened. His eyes grew sharp, one eyebrow rose. His mouth twisted, the smile on it grew rather wicked.
A gasp came from the woman at that. Her legs quivered and her stomach tightened. The gleam in her eye grew hazy. A simper of mixed emotions; fear, chagrin, and what might be lust leered across her lips. Her mouth opened.
Her lover bought a finger up. “Quiet!” he ordered in a calm voice.
The woman’s mouth closed with a soft click of teeth. A shiver wafted through her body, the glaze in her eyes shone a touch brighter.
Swiveling his chair, the man reached into a desk drawer. He pulled out a set of open handcuffs, the key still in the lock of one of them. Turning back to the woman he displayed them to her.
She drew in a hiss of air and shivered again, more strongly this time. Her mouth went slack, her eyes hooded a touch. The rise and fall of her chest sped up and the tremble of her legs grew more noticeable.
He stood, unlocked each ring of the cuffs, placed the key in a back pocket of his jeans. “Turn around,” he ordered. His voice was quiet but contained an adamant tone. There was no doubt that the lovely lady before him wouldn’t deny him.
With a little swallow, the woman obeyed his command.
Stepping forward he took hold of her right arm. The next moment a cuff snapped into position around it.
The auburn haired woman gasped at the sudden touch of cold metal. Her ass flexed. She swallowed again, choking down the groan that bubbled in her lungs.
He pulled on the cuffs, drew her arm to the center of her back. With a gentle, firm touch, he gripped her other arm and bound that one as well.
His chattel tightened her arms, pulled at her restraints. A tremble shook through her body. Her eyes hooded themselves, a flush bloomed on her cheeks. The tense line of her mouth softened and a fresh groan seeped past her lips.
The man chuckled at her response, his smile grew warm. A dark lust flashed in his eyes. Placing his hand between the excited woman’s shoulder blades he applied a little pressure to guide her towards the door. “Bedroom. Now.” was his order to her.
She obeyed, moved on quivering legs. The couple proceeded out of the den, down the hall and across to their destination.
The room was large with quality furniture. A large dresser dominated the wall to the left of the door. The entrances to an en-suite bathroom and closet were on the right. A large window letting in the sunlight of a late spring evening made up most of the far wall. And a king sized bed was set against the last wall. The headboard was tall and the footboard waist high.
“Shoes off,” he commanded.
The woman in the power suit did so at once. Then he lead her to the center of the footboard, guided her to face it, her legs pressed against the dark wood.
“Bend over, at the waist,” the man ordered. “Place those lovely tits on the mattress.”
Again, she did as she was told without demure. Her fingers fidgeted. With eyes a little out of focus, mouth now slack, rapid breaths panted softly in and out. The woman’s cheeks burned red.
Stepping up next to her the man reached out, took the tab of her skirt’s zipper and pulled it down with a near silent hiss. His movements were quick, not the least hesitant.
She stammered a tiny groan as the garment fell down her sleek legs. Her ass flexed again, her eyes slit in expectation.
The slim man chuckled with an evil edge as she was exposed from the waist down. The tail of her blouse hid much of her buttocks but her legs, coloured with translucent nylon held up with garters were on full display. A quick motion with his hand flipped up the tail to reveal the executive’s full bum clad in lacy, black hip hugger panties.
“That’s my woman,” he said in a voice containing the start of fevered lust. “So calm, so strong on the outside. Underneath a hot tart who enjoys being so, so sexy.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied, the words shaking with emotion. “I dress for you, for your pleasure.”
“You do please me, sweet lady,” he returned. His hand took her undergarment, and kneeling, he pulled it down to join the skirt puddled around her feet. “Legs wide,” he ordered her then.
As with every other command, she obeyed at once. She spread herself until her hips rested against the footboard. Her nether lips were engorged and her clit stiff. The woman’s breath sped up, deepened. The fire demanding this action glittered in her eyes.
The man stood, walked over to the dresser. Her shining eyes followed him. He pulled open the bottom drawer and reached into it. The next moment he pulled out an implement that drew a gasp from the woman. It was a crop made of black, stiff plastic with a square of leather at the business end.
He walked back to the foot of the bed, smiling at the woman as he went. There was a dark, delicious intent in his eyes. That intent drew a very quiet moan from his playmate.
Without a word, the man lifted the crop and bought it down on the ass in front of him. The sharp sound of leather on firm flesh cracked in the quiet of the room.
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Her head jerked up, a peep jerked out of her mouth. Every muscle in her body quivered.
The man continued his strokes with a slow, steady beat. He varied his blows, making sure each one fell on a spot not yet touched.
The woman’s ass started to change shades under his treatment, grew a warm pink with the places the flogger fell a bright red. Her face went blank, her eyes glazed. Her expression showed she no longer noticed the world, only the febrile emotions flaming inside her. Gurgles of bliss mixed with agony oozed out of her mouth. Her arms pulled at the cuffs encasing her wrists as her body fell under the control of the madness being fed to her. A dewy shine began to show on her labia, a little trickle of fluids dribbled down one thigh.
The man stopped spanking her. “You made a statement I strongly disagree with,” he told the panting woman on the bed. Another sharp snap sounded as he emphasized his observation with another lash of her bum.
The woman’s head lolled, rolled loosely on her neck. She gabbled something inarticulate.
“You may think,” he went on, “that because I’m the one who stays home…” He bought the crop down again.
The helpless professional let out a heated gasp, made another indecipherable noise.
“…I’m the one who cleans…” The man stroked her ass once more.
His victim sounded a groan rich with heat and pain. She shivered from head to toe and her eyes rolled in their sockets.
“…I’m the one who cooks…” Another blow of the crop smacked against the woman’s red, welted buttocks.
This made her gurgle in her throat. Too many emotions were caught there to sound a clear idea.
“…that I’m the one who’s kept!” His strike this time was different. Changing the direction from down to up, he bought the square of leather sharply against his woman’s plump, damp labia.
Every muscle in the woman’s body corded tight. Her head rose from the comforter, her legs lifted from the floor and her knees bent. She breathed out a whistling keen, showing the boiling heat inside her.
The man watched, his eyes burning, a wicked, lascivious leer across his mouth. His hand reached down and adjusted the very hard erection pushing a large lump in his jeans. “Legs down,” he told his woman. His voice was firm but soft.
She, of course, did as she was told.
He restarted his discourse. “That’s obviously not correct.” The tip of the crop touched her ass gently, petted it. “It’s not correct because who is the one in handcuffs?”
The woman on the bed shuddered as she replied, “I am, sir.” Her voice quivered, lust and shame making her vocal cords tremble.
He moved the crop to her inner thigh and teased through the runnel of her lubrication there. “Who is the one naked from the waist down, on display?”
His playmate gulped a noise. Then she spoke the obvious answer, the only answer. “I am, sir.”
The tip of the crop moved up and he caressed her inflamed pussy. “Who is the one who’s kept ?”
The auburn haired woman moaned, deep and loud. Her fists clenched and her arms pulled at the cuffs. She stuttered as she told him the truth. “I, I am, sir.”
“Good pet,” he told her. “That’s one of the things I love about you so much. You learn so quickly, take your discipline so well.”
A smile grew across the woman’s lips, a happy one.
“And I believe pets should be rewarded when they do well.” His hands went to his jeans, undid the button and he took them off. His jockeys followed a moment later. His cock sprang into view, steel hard and throbbing with want for the woman helpless before him, his pet.
The executive’s smile loosened into a grimace of pure passion. “Tha, thank you, sir.” Her legs and ass tautened with anticipation.
Stepping towards his lover the man took her hips, drew her body down the bed, just a touch. Bending his knees a little, he took hold of his prick, brought it to her pussy and slid in with one stroke. He growled as her wet heat surrounded. Then, without hesitation, started to fuck his pet with a quick, firm rhythm.
Throwing her head back the woman yammered as she was taken. Each stroke of her keeper forced a grunt from her lungs. In less than a minute she buried her face in the bed and a muffled howl burst from her. Her body quaked and shook. Hot fluid coated her lover’s cock, sluiced down to wet his sac.
A ferocious grin pasted itself on his face. “Good pet,” he hissed. “You’re such a sweet, responsive slut. Coming so fast, the way only you can do.” He increased up the strength and frequency of his pumping.
The woman’s climax faded, she turned her head to one side. “Thank you, sir,” she babbled. “Thank you.” Her voice still trembled. The passion in her was still high. “I needed that. I need you. You’re so good to me!”
At her pleasing words he set to work with a will, hammered at her with all his might. “Oh, you gorgeous woman. I’m going to fill you now.” His words were tight with the effort needed to push them past his lips. “I’m going to put out your fire with my come!”
Then he pushed all the way into her, and stopped. His body quivered and his eyes fluttered as he jetted his spending deep inside his pet.
“God!” she managed to spit in the moment before her mouth and eyes went wide. No sound came from her after that, she was too overwhelmed by her orgasm to do so. Her face was blank as all thought was washed away by the tidal wave of bliss flowing through her. Her legs came off the floor, grabbed her master and pulled him tight. She was kept and it was what she wanted.
They relaxed, the mad waves of ecstasy drew back. He collapsed on her. They lay there, heaving deep breaths, sweating. Slowly, their energy returned.
He chuckled, folded her in his arms, kissed her cheek. “How are you feeling, pet?”
She sighed. “Very good, sir. Thank you.” The smile on her face was serene, there wasn’t a trace of the tension that had been there minutes ago.
“I’m glad.” He stood and told her, “Stay there.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a breathy sigh.
The man went to his clothes, pulled the key from them. Returning to the bed he freed his woman’s arms.
She thanked him with the same calm, pleased voice.
He walked to the dresser to pick up a bottle of salve. Spreading a dollop of the healing liquid on his hands, he went back to her and gently rubbed it into the light welts on her ass and wrists.
The woman cooed, reveled in his caring for her.
“Stand up,” was his next order.
She did, as always, although her legs were still weak. They trembled a little with the effort to keep her upright.
With a quick deft touch he removed her remaining clothes. “Jacket will need ironing,” he noted as he pulled it off. “Blouse needs washing.” He chuckled. “The bra definitely needs to be washed.”
She giggled. “I’m not surprised.”
Walking over to where her lower garments were piled he knelt and added them to those folded over his arm. “Skirt needs pressing.” He bought her panties to his nose and sniffed. “I may not wash these. I love souvenirs.”
The woman laughed. “Any time you want to make a souvenir, I’ll be happy to help.”
The man went out to the bathroom, grabbing his own pants on the way, distributed their garments to the appropriate bins there. Going to the dresser he pulled out fresh clothes for them both. “Get dressed,” he told her. And they did just that.
The energy between them changed as they clothed themselves. Much of the career woman returned, her submissiveness disappearing. His steely resolve softened, he looked at her with the most simple and whole affection.
“Dinner’s ready,” he told her when they finished. “Let’s eat.” He placed an arm around her waist and led her from the bedroom.
“Oh good,” she smiled, looking at him with warmth. “I’m starved.” She leaned to kiss his cheek.
“All better?” he asked. “No more worry about your accountability models?”
“None at all. Thank you. You always know how to make me feel good.” She kissed him again.
“You’re welcome. Just remember who’s kept and who’s the keeper.”
“After what we just did, there’s not a chance of that,” she told him with a cheerful laugh.
The End