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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The text message had all the relevant instructions and referred to her as Ms J, this meant that the roles were set, the game in motion. She would follow the instructions perfectly, if not she knew there would be consequences.
I had been driving for 3 hrs and it had been a long day before I had even set off. I was tired but knew I would wake up, I could feel the excitement slowly building as I saw the sign that bore her streets name.
I parked up but left my bag, I could get that later. Checking my phone I could see it was half an hr since I had sent the text, I was on time to the min. The unlocked door swung inwards with a creek, I could just imagine her body tensing at the noise, a sharp intake of breath followed by a long slow release. Her thighs would squeeze together involuntarily.
I shut the door hard and walked thru to the downstairs shower room, I noted the towels laid out for me as instructed. I stripped and took a shower, feeling the stress of the journey wash from me. As I soaped my cock I felt it swell with anticipation. After rinsing off I turned off the shower and shut the cubicle door behind me, knowing that, with her bedroom directly above, she would hear my progress.
Towel around my waste I ascended the stairs slowly, building her anticipation, her excitement.
As I stepped into the room she was sat before me, at first glance everything looked as it should. Her black high-heeled shoes, feet neatly together. Slender calves encased in nylon that travelled all the way up to the top of her soft thighs which swelled slightly above the elastic of the hold-ups. Oh how I love that exposed flesh between the top of stockings and the panties. So contrasting and alluring. Not today though, she wore no further underwear as per my instructions.
She sat still with her hands on her knees, her arms pressing her full soft heavy breasts together. Her back was straight but her head tilted down, looking into her own lap.
I knew that the longer I waited to speak the more scared she would be…….’’ Is it really him, it could be anybody, I shouldn’t have agreed to this…..I should of….I could of’’ I spoke quickly to alleviate her worries, her fears were not part of the game, her nerves must be calmed for her to enjoy the experience.
‘’ Ms J, have you done everything exactly as I asked’’
‘’Yes’’
‘’Have you Ms J’’
‘’yes’’
‘’Exactly as I instructed in my text’’
‘’Yes’’ she said, pride in her voice. She didn’t think I would notice such a small deviation from the text, how could I.
‘’I instructed you to put on the blindfold at exactly 5mins to the hr, did I not?’’
I saw the truth then in her body language, a slight tensing of the shoulders and a twitch in her thighs, she didn’t know how but she now knew that I knew.
I stepped towards her and felt my cock push against the towel wrapped around me. I slowly reached forward and gently took her right nipple between thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth. She arch her back just a touch and I watched her lips tighten.
‘’I….’’
‘’shhhhhhhhhhh’’ I said and twisted and pulled, lifting her breast away from her body. She let out a moan……….pleasure. I released her nipple and let the breast fall and repeated the exercise with the other, rewarded with a similar response.
I repeated this over and over again as I removed the towel from my waste. My left hand gripped my stiffened cock, my thumb rubbing the sensitive head, smearing precum onto my thumb print. I cupped the side off her face and ran my thumb across the join of her lips. They parted and she sucked my thumb into her eager mouth. As soon as my thumb was fully inserted into the warmth of her mouth I pinched hard on her nipple, quickly released it and landed a resounding slap against her right breast. Her legs clenched and her shoulders rounded, her teeth grazing my thumb.
I stepped back, my thumb making a crude sucking noise as it left her mouth, accompanied by an almost whimper from her at the loss of my touch.
‘’Spread your legs for me Ms J’’
Slowly, purposely, one by one she parted her legs.
I stepped between them, my now engorged cock bobbing in front of me, I noticed her wetting her lips in anticipation.
‘’ Are you wet Ms J’’
‘’Yes’’
I reached between her legs and, using my middle finger, judged for myself just how wet she was. I put my finger to my own mouth, tasted her. She has the sweetest tasting juices, I can never resist.
I cup her tits in my hands and brush the nipples with my thumbs, ‘’you are very wet MsJ, very wet indeed’’
‘’Yes’’ I slap each of her tits in turn and then grasp the nipples firmly, my mouth moves towards hear era, she feels my breath as I say ‘’Too wet’’
‘’Stand up’’ she does as I asked. ‘’Turn around’’ she complies, feet together. ‘’Bend over’’ her hands lay palm down on the bed. I take a moment to admire the view, her legs straight, the heels, the stockings, the swell of her hips, the roundness of her arse. I cannot resist a few slow strokes of my rigid cock.
I wait.
I softly lay my hand on the cheek of her behind, feel the smoothness of her skin, flex my fingers into the flesh. SLAP…..’’one’’ she says, I can hear in her voice how turned on she is.
SLAP……’’two’’
SLAP……’’three’’
My hand stays in place and then slides down to the rear of her thigh, inwards and up. My fingers tracing with the faintest of touches. One finger drawing a delicate line from her pussy to her sensitive rosebud and away.
SLAP….on the other cheek ‘’four’’she groans.
SLAP…..’’five’’ One knee bends causing the sixth slap to be quicker and harder still, my hand rings. ‘’six……….thank you’’ she says, her whisper is deeper, full of want.
‘’Stand up and turn around Ms J, we haven’t finished yet’’
As she turned I saw the grin on her face which she immediately tried to cover by lowering head, eyes to the floor.
‘’Hold out your hands’’ She reacted quickly, arms out straight, wrists together, palms up. This action squeezed her ample tits together in a very pleasing way. I stepped to the left and headed for her wardrobe. As the door opened the door opened her belts and scarves hanging from it swung out towards me. The pink one with the shiny pattern was long enough for my intended purpose. It was silky soft and more like a sheet than a scarf. I removed it from the door and re-took my place in front of her .
I draped the scarf over her wrists and slowly pulled it across her skin, letting her feel the smooth, soft material before the scarf fell away. On the third repeat, just before the end of the scarf was about to fall, I held the end an wrapped two turns around her wrists and fore-arms then fed the entire length between her wrists. If she struggled then she could be free in seconds……………but she wouldn’t struggle.
I took up the slack and said ’’ Walk to me’’. Her reply took me by surprise ‘’Yes sir’’ she said. We had never discussed the use of that word, never discussed how she should address me. Ms J is 12 yrs my senior, out of context this would be a strange address but at the time it felt…..well….right.
We walked very slowly, I watched her move, admired her shape, contours, her accentuated sway. Viewing her feminine form stirred my lust. I was shocked to realise that I had almost forgotten my needs. My cock still swollen but no longer rigid. I was still incredibly turned on but my needs were secondary and my concentration was on the job in hand.
For months our talk had drifted towards this evening. Her initial hints had been subtle, playful even but had eventually turned to mock challenges and then to frank discussions. I had seen where the path would lead but had to be sure. The thought of hurting her to worrying for me, frank and honest talk showing me that it was what she wanted, practical demonstrations by her as to what felt painful but also good.
I found her responses to stimulation fascinating, I would pleasure her for hrs. She always asked how I could be so patient, go down on her for so long, put stay to my own release in favour of bringing her on. The answer was always the same and very simple, I enjoy it so much.
As she approached the doorway I asked her to stop and turn. I lifted her arms above her head, throwing the scarf end over the door and using my hands on her hips, guided her backwards against the door until it was but an inch ajar.
Slam, I pushed the door hard, trapping the scarf and holding the weight of her arms above her head. Her tits looked amazing, lifted and elongated by the position of her arms which framed her face and cascading blonde hair. I saw her tongue snake out and moisten her lips and I immediately joined it with mine, hands either side of her face, our tongues fighting, lips crushing.
I stopped as abruptly as I had started and stepped back to admire her. ‘’Spread your legs wider for me Ms J’’
She moved her feet to no more than 4’’ apart. My first slap landed on her right breast, my second on her left. I watched her teeth chew on to her bottom lip as I stepped in closer and, while taking each nipple in a vice like nip, leant in to her neck. My tongue barely touching her skin between each word, my breath escaping in hot waves. ‘’Open …………….your………………………legs………………………..wider’’ each word accompanied by an increase in pressure on her nipples. Her whimper crescendo-ed into a squeek.
I watched her high-heels shuffle apart and only when they had reached the required distance apart did I release her nipples. I traced my finger tip across her mouth, which opened but I moved on………her jawline…………………….neck…..shoulders……collarbone……….the curve of each breast, circling each nipple, the faintest of touches. Down the centre line of her torso to her tummy. How I love her sexy stomach, soft and slightly rounded, widening at the hips, the essence of woman-hood. She may continue to deny the virtues of her body, stating incomprehension at my fascination but she has come to accept that I am indeed in awe of her form.
Her breathing quickens purely because she knows that I am drinking her with my eyes. My finger continues its journey, tracing the curved line of her belly and then down.
My fingers feel the blonde strip of hair between her legs, so blonde that it is almost invisible against her skin, further down but slower now, building her anticipation, her need. I then slowly follow the lines of her folds and return to her sensitive clit, hover there………………then remove my finger.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,And wait.
I watch her face for the slightest sign that she is relaxing and then…………….Slap, my fingers land flat across her clit and lips, my palm clear of her mons. Her arms pull the scarf tight and her legs close to the knees.
I lean in and take each nipple in turn between my teeth, nip and pull, interspacing each bite with a word ‘’Open………….your………….legs’’
My second slap has a noticeably wetter sound to it, this time her legs move but quickly return to their position.
‘’Ms J, you are getting wetter, this is an exercise in punishment not pleasure, is it that I am not being stern enough with you?’’
‘’ No sir…yes sir….I mean….’’ Slap………………slap……………………slap, on the third my hand stays in place and I part her sex with my middle finger. Her mouth opens wide and she gasps as I hook my finger and push my palm against her. My one leg between hers, my body against her, my hard cock trapped between us, my left hand finds her right breast and I grab and squeeze and maul it, thumb and finger rhythmical pulling and twisting her nip as I bend my neck to bring my breathing close to her ear.
My right hand continues to simultaneously rub her clit and the front wall of her pussy, I have her there now, in that place where she goes as the pleasure takes over. Her eyes are staring to the left at nothing, her hips fucking my hand, voice quietly chanting ‘’ oh god oh god ‘’ and then I feel it all at once…….
………her body pushes and tenses against me, her juices flowing over my hand, the crude and sordid and wonderful sound of her wetness squelching as my finger picks up speed……no longer rubbing but pounding in and out of her, my palm smacking against her, splashing us both. ‘’Joooooooooonnn’’ she screams and only then do I begin to slow, begin to caress, to kiss, to smooth. I reach past her and pull the door, her arms coming down over my head. We kiss as I almost carry her to the bed.
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