“Now I want you to cum for me”
How did she get to be here?….what led to this?….
Questions that seemed so large flashed into her brain, amazing, considering she was, standing in a public toilet, face pressed hard against a cold white wall, sunlight from the cold winter day flooding the white room. She’d thought about it before….but Fuck!..the reality was way way more than she expected.
1.
Approximately 22 minutes before, she’d been walking to their table, hot coffee in her hand when he had very uncharacteristically commented on her arse. He was normally so reserved …playful and mischievous, but never direct or overt. It had both surprised and pleased her. She knew how she looked today. She knew his tastes and had considered them today as they were meeting for coffee.
He seemed somewhat different today, and she thought she knew why. It had been what he termed “an interesting month”. But yet she still sensed something different. He was smiling, again not unusual, but there was a definite playfulness in his eyes.
Their conversation flowed with the same friendliness and care that had seen them through the years they’d know each other, and with the same warmth as ever, but she really couldn’t pick out what was causing her senses to be alert. He was different today. And although she always knew she could trust him, it caused a shiver.
“ Another coffee?” she enquired
“Only if you answer a question”
This surprised her, his normally casual nature seeming to have left.
“Of course Darling , you know you can ask me anything”
“Tell me” command in his voice raised her skin temperature “ What scares you the most?…and think before you answer…..The possibility that the reality won’t be as good as the fantasy?….or that the reality will be ………Better?”
Cold Water.
That’s how it felt…like a shock of cold water to her whole body..
It was the question that had eluded her, and she had certainly thought of many over the years. Here was this man, her friend and often confidante ,a man who knew some of her wants and needs, a man not unversed in the pleasures of exploration, asking the question that had always been in her mind, yet had remained veiled. She’d wondered many things over the years, why he’d never pushed his intentions, why he never really tried to advance situations…frankly why he’d never tried to fuck her?
Her heart stammered for her. Very rarely bereft of words she looked at him….and his simple smile. One of the things she had always liked about him was his confidence, and the smile said he thought he already knew the answer.
(ii)
Face pressed hard against the wall, she could feel her own breath expel from her mouth, the heat of herself, and the taste of herself that had been left by her own fingers. The command, now given , was being obeyed, her body totally in tune with his words.
2.
Did he know the answer? did she?
His smile said he believed he knew the answer. And she smiled too.
“ Now…..I don’t want you to speak. I want you to act.”
Fuck!..she couldn’t decide if this was something she liked about him ,this newer confidence. She knew from past conversations that he had a strong sense of control, a sense of verbal authority in certain situations, but she’d never felt that he’d used it on her, It rankled ….and intrigued.
“ I want you to get up, leave the table and walk towards the serving area. On your journey you can answer my question. I want you to choose to either stop at the counter and order 2 more coffees…or I want you to walk past the counter and continue towards the lifts…..Please nod if you understand?”
That rankled too “Please Nod!” how dare he?….she could feel something in her throat, a response of both anger and sarcasm, which will show him!
Except.
She nodded.
“When you reach the lifts…..something will have started….and because you are one of my most treasured friends, I’m giving you more options than I normally give…
You will get in the lift…and then you have 2 options…shall I continue?”
Somewhere, somehow, someone had snuck in and stolen her dissenting tongue and her reasonable mind . She nodded.
“Option 1 is to take the lift to the ground floor. And leave…and this we’ll never discuss again…and we shall remain unchanged.
Option 2.………..you take the lift to the 1st floor and exit the lift to the right and walk to the woman’s bag section. When there you’ll see a door to the side..a disabled toilet. When you are sure no-one sees you. Enter the toilet. Pull the door almost shut and slide the lock to engaged. Do you understand?”
Again, every part of her wanted to answer, to joke, make light of this, to stop it before it went too far.
But she nodded.
“One more thing you need to consider on your walk….If you walk on..and I find you where I’ve asked you to wait, then…”
The pause, the long silence, was a moment where all breath had gone.
“Then….then you are mine”
“Not every minute, every second…but when I want you..you are mine……do you realise what that may mean?…think long and hard on your walk, your journey, your lift ride……Now May I ask you to go?”
She got up…and wondered how?..her legs were unsteady, her heart racing, her mind a whirl of emotions. What does this mean? What does he mean?.Shit!Fuck! Hell!.
One last glance at him revealed not confidence, or fear or even any form of turmoil. He was just himself again, her smiling friend. Which didn’t help.
Never had her heels felt so high, her skirt so tight, her lingerie so rigid as it did when she started her walk, knowing full well his eyes were all over her ,the normal tingle she felt as he courtesly eyeballed her had gone through the roof. She wasn’t aroused or scared or excited….she was all.
(iii)
As she came, onto her own drenched hand, his simple words in her ears, her exposed breast cold against the wall, the air moving over her arched back and the pull of her lace underwear cutting hard into the tops of her thighs…she could feel him smile.
3.
She walked.
She walked onwards.
She knew where she was walking to. Her mind was already obeying and her body felt like it was there already. She walked. Walked past the smiling oriental Man behind the counter, aware as she smiled at him that heart was pounding. Was she aroused? She really didn’t know…all she could feel was how tight her chest felt and how dry her mouth had become. She walked on. Smiling older ladies and bohemian Gents blurred past. Watching her own hand press the lift. She belonged to no one ,not even herself. At this moment she was both free and yet adrift.
Choices. Ground floor and life remains only slightly altered. 1st floor and life will change…to what she had only the scantest of ideas.
Button pressed. Heart racing. Time moving like a spiral, fast, slow, stopping.
Doors opened……The gates of Hell?….The End?….The Beginning?
In time she’d remember that the walk to the door seemed like forever, that she’d been scared she might not find it, that she’d been scared that she would indeed find it. She would remember the fear as she looked around, knowing she was supposed to wait till it was discrete to walk through the door. She’d remember she walked with such purpose straight inside. She would remember all of the tiny details. Forever. But now, it was as if to nothing….as if she found herself in a room alien to her. A room of function, not form, a room without beauty or purpose in her life.
All she knew was she was there…………….
(iv)
As her body slowed, the orgasm having ripped at her insides, her breath still fractured, she could feel him. He had moved closer, close enough to touch yet not touching her. She could feel the heat of him, the smell of the damned perfume he wore that he knew she disliked, almost able to taste it. He was to her side…..
“Close your eyes…….” she did.
“I want you to do 2 things for me now.”
She could just hear him over her body, her heart and her blood.
“ I want you to open you mouth…keep your face pressed against the wall..Hard….and touch the wall with your tongue.”
Before she could even begin to open her mouth, he spoke again.
“ And cum for me…again…..Now!”
Oh God she felt his words!……..
4.
He was there!..She was alone, and now she wasn’t. He was there. There!
“ I’d like you to refrain from words”
She stared at him. Was this him? Her friend? Somehow he looked different, changed. He looked in someway more than himself.
“ I find words distract me..and please make no mistake , this is about me and not you”
Now this shocked her. This wasn’t him. He cared about her, he cared about everyone. This wasn’t him.
“ I can see your surprise…and this one time, and once only, I’ll tell you my secret.
My selfish desires, my hearts desires, if fulfilled, will leave you feeling like you never have before. When we’ve learnt each other, when we’ve found our place….then nothing will satisfy you more then seeing me smile….and all I promise is that you will never have known anything like it.”
It felt like no profanity on earth could sum up her shock, at herself and him. Did she hate him? This new, arrogantly smiling man stood in front of her? Did she hate herself for being there?…..
Was this about to destroy everything between them?. She opened he mouth to speak…
“Ah!….No words….Please…….you are here now. Choices have been made. We must honour them now”
A huge part of her wanted to laugh. Who the hell did he think he was?..shushing her? Like a scolded girl?
But she remained silent.
“Close your eyes.”
The room felt chilled, not cold, with an edge to it that made his voice resonate. Part of her wanted it darker, as her eyes, though closed, could still feel the light from the brilliant walls and the winter sun. She was stood in the centre of the room, no wall to lean against or anything to touch, to ground her to reality. Eyes closed she almost felt herself sway. Her own breath was the only sound audible. What was he doing? Where was he?. She hadn’t heard his footsteps . She couldn’t feel him.
“ I want you to move your feet apart..not too far, about the width of your shoulder….and don’t open your eyes.”
His voice didn’t threaten, there was no aggression or spite, and yet she felt that the simple direction brooked no argument, that it was going to happen. She moved, and to her surprise, she felt confident, elegant even, as she knew his eyes would be on her.
The jolt of warmth on her lips nearly made her speak, warmth and pressure against her lips, not insistent, not hesitant ,just moving. Not a kiss….A finger?…Thumb? Her lips parted and it slide across the gloss, thick, warm and dry. It was his thumb she guessed, salted and firm. Her tongue felt the whorls of his skin, the fingerprint in her wetness. Her mouth was tight, not resisting but holding as her electrified tongue moved over him.
“Slowly……..taste me and tantalise me”
She wondered if she should suck?, if that’s what he wanted? To feel what her mouth could do to his cock? She knew she could bring him to his knees if he knew what her mouth could make him feel.
“ Don’t suck. Taste me. Learn my hand. I want you to learn the taste of my skin, my scent. My Hands will learn you soon enough….but you need to learn me. Move your tongue over me..sense me with your mouth.”
(v)
Never, ever had she made herself cum like this.
5.
“ Stop.”
Simple. Effective. She stopped, her tongue still, mouth full of saliva. Eyes closed, but begging to see if he smiled or not. Her mouth was hot and stopping, the very last thing she wanted to do. His thumb moved further into her mouth forcing her open, slowly and with tempered force. Deeper, her mouth stretching wider. She felt panic rising. Would her make her gag on his hand?. Would she be able to breath. She wanted to bite the softness of his flesh, to stop him. He stopped. Just stopped. Then with the slowness accented by the wetness of her mouth he slid, she even felt the word, slid from her mouth…..till her openness felt the air fill her.
He trailed his wet thumb from her lips to her chin.
“Good”
Now ….having felt how wet your mouth is, I know how much you want to please me”
Turmoil. He was right. Her body was alive with sensation. Her nipples were hurting, Chest tight, back arching slightly and her neck felt flushed and burning. Not sure if she wanted this to be so. Her friend, her laughter, her confessor….where would this go? At the same time, the pain between her thighs, a begging, pleading pain, didn’t care. She knew if he wanted to, he could push inside her that second, that he could open her with his cock without any resistance. She wanted him to.
His voice seemed further away, but she dared not open her eyes to him. That ,she understood.
“ I want you to know things. I want you to understand things about me.
I won’t degrade you. I won’t humiliate you. I won’t hurt you.
Her breath was gone! Her mind was spinning! What!
“ I won’t do any of those things…………..because………you’ll do them to yourself, for me. For me , when we are together, you’ll degrade yourself, you’ll humiliate yourself….and you’ll feel pain. For me…..because you’ll want to….Because, my beautiful friend, you will want to see me smile.”
At that point, at that very moment, she knew that it was run now, run and run and leave, escape, hide, flee,…………or stay.
“ My beautiful, beautiful friend…..If you understand, then nod?”
Her head moved faster than the thought. Acquiescence. She knew.
“Turn…..face the wall…..open your eyes and go to the wall….close your eyes as your cheek touches the wall…..then arch your back to me..feet together at first….I want to see what the leather does on your arse.”
(vi)
Breathing. Just breathing. That’s all she felt could do. Her face was still stuck against the wall, warmed and reddened by the abrasion. She knew he was by her side, facing her, watching her , and she knew she just couldn’t open her eyes.
Her hand was still inside her, not as deep as before but not wanting to leave her depth. Drenched, not moving, but still comforting her insides with texture and form.
Just breathing. Breathing.
6.
She stood at the cold wall. Was this real? She knew it was, yet the nature of the moment, the change, the intensity, it all seemed like a different world. But it seemed somehow more real, like the colours increased on a Television or the sound of music from earphones in her ears. It was like a deeper reality. It was wanted.
Face to the wall, she complied……her eyes again closed, this time tighter, darker. The wall grew into her, became another element, became an extension of her.
Feet together in her exquisite shoes. Back arching already. Rear thrust outwards. The warmth she felt at the position surprised her. Was she really that willing to please?
As she lifted herself, buttocks taut, to the position she hoped he wanted, she rose within herself, knowing whatever happened next, that she looked damn hot. If he didn’t like what he saw?…well he could….?
But the thought died. She knew that she wanted him to like, to desire, to want….and she knew that if he didn’t?, then she had failed him.
Christ!! She was already there wasn’t she? The calculating so-and-so had already got her.
“Stop.” gently spoken, but meant.
“ Stop thinking. Stop dwelling. Stop planning.”
She felt him, a hand softly moving across the top of skirt following the hem then drifting across the curve of her right buttock. No pressure . No haste.
“I want you to concentrate now. Stop your mind from questions. I want you here. Now. To feel.
I want you to feel everything. Because if it’s considered, or acted…then I’ll know. And it won’t please me.”
Her breathing was all over the place, breathless to rapid. She was lost.
“I want you to breath deeply..in for 4 seconds, then out for the same. Do that”
In…………
Out……….
In………….
Out……………….
Her breathing slowed everything. She could feel her heart. She could hear her blood. And for the first time she really became aware of how aroused she was. And she was.
A second hand joined, moving over her, more exploratory than lustful. His hands were learning her curves. A grip, a small squeeze, he was measuring her, moving over her.
Then he gripped her by the tops of her thighs and sharply lifted her higher, her legs straining to keep her feet on the ground, almost tip toeing . He pulled himself against her.
She felt him.
“ I don’t want you to love me, but I want you to love what I do.
I don’t want you to be mine, but when you are mine, then I want you completely.
I’m going to fuck you………but not now.
I’m going to make ache for what I make you feel.
I’m going to make you understand me, and when you do, then you’ll want more.
I’m want you addicted to what we become together.
I’m not going to beat you, or whip you. I’m not a sadist or a fantasist.
Everything we do will be new.”
It felt like her heart stopped.
She was lost. He wasn’t going to fuck her?…why? She was burning. She wanted him inside her. Her cunt was her centre. She was already his to take . To fuck . To ruin.
Confusion . ……and Pain.
His hands releasing her shook her from the confusion. He was stopping. He’d let her go. Off course he would. Stupid of her to believe he’d do something here .In a toilet! How he’d even imagined she’d agree?…Who the hell did things in a Toilet?..
GOD!
His hands were at the hem of her skirt! He was moving it upwards…slowly , but upwards! GOD! He lied! He was going to fuck her ! Here, now!
Upwards, tight at her thighs , but still upwards. She could feel his fingers contact her skin , warm as they started the drag of her tight skirt over the maxim of her thighs. She could feel the room as the air enveloped her legs. Her exposure as slow as sin.
“Good girl”
The simple, genuine appreciation of what he obviously saw made her heart tear. He was pleased. Had she know when she dressed today that somehow this was the sight he’d see? Was it what she’d wanted?
He’d crested her hips with her skirt, bunched it around her waist and was looking at her. Her delicate underwear, for play, was something she knew he’s like. She liked.
Her feet were still pressed together and her strong back arched, so she knew her body was presenting perfectly for him. She wished to see if he smiled.
Strong, warm hands on each buttock. Pressure but no movement. Warm breath against her skin. Time really had stopped. Breathe. Breathe.
And he kissed her.
He Kissed a soft kiss against her left buttock. And then very slowly, almost imperceptible, he ran the tip of his tongue upward to the base of her spins, tracing her flesh and then across the fabric..
“ You taste…perfect”
(vii)
“Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console,
To be understood , as to understand;
To be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we truly receive.”
Breathing. Just breathing. She nodded. She knew these words.
7.
Darkness actually moved . Her closed eyes felt the movements in the air. She felt where he was, his presence….Him. She felt loss as he moved from her, the moisture cooling on her ,the stain of kiss, the trail of his progress.
Her legs felt the burn of the pose she held for him, her fit strong legs presenting herself, offering herself to him, the cool air on her flesh highlighting the open exposed her to the thin, delicately covered areas.
She heard him…..no felt him, move to her.
Hands moved across the rumpled leather at her arched back, caressing the supple hide, exploring the folds.
She had to tell him, she had to ask him…..Be inside me…she felt the words in her hot mouth as they formed, her swollen tongue starting to form, the chords of her voice about to utter…….
His movement stifled the thought, words stillborn in her mouth.
His hands moved to her sides. The movement so confident, secure, as if he knew her body already. He did.
Warm hands touched her cool skin, moving, sliding softly across her, her flesh puckering as if cold, excitement arousing her pores. Direction, purpose and knowledge. The firm wires of her lace were gripped at both sides, synchronised perfectly, slipped and held by firm fingers. Her mind was at sea.
Yes! Yes…..fuck me, fuck me here, now, fuck me . She wanted him. She wanted to be fucked . Fucked . Fucked
The movement downward of her beautiful lingerie was slow. She knew what he was seeing. Her throat constricted as the movement combined with the knowledge that what he was seeing, she knew he’d want. He had to.
The thought of herself, her arousal , the burn of her cunt, hit her like a slap. Arousal had been a distant shore , to the point she’d just stopped thinking…and here she was now, burning, feeling herself , her wetness, as this man exposed her, wanting to plunge his cock into her, taking her, making her his. Shit! Condom! Would he? No! No he couldn’t , wouldn’t!. He might….He will..
To even think of herself being exposed was like ice in her mind. The movement downwards inevitable, unstoppable. The spreading of her, the sound of his exposure of himself, the blunt rampage of his raw cock…all just heartbeats away. Thoughts of others blurred into her. Run!
RUN!
She had to run. Everything would be gone. Changed too much. Run.
Run!
The drag stopped. Stillness. The taut string across the tops of her thighs. Open .
“Hold onto your heart my beautiful friend”
If ever words had erupted…it was those.
“ You are not ready. I’m not sure why, or when…but today, my utterly, utterly gorgeous girl, you won’t feel my cock inside you. You really are not ready. And this…this small act is my kindness to you.”
White . White noise, white light, nothingness.
“ Part your feet for me……..now. Shoulder with. Open yourself for my eyes. NOW”
He had growled. She felt it. He was angered. He was somehow different.
And she obeyed, her confusion at the command jumbling her thoughts. The lace and nylon stretched, taut across her skin. Pulling her.
“ WIDER!”
Wider she went. pulling ,cutting into her thigh tops . Her arching hips held high she opened herself further to his eyes. She felt his eyes.
“Wider” softer yet as powerful. More so.
Where was the anger for?..her? Himself?….
Warmth again. Warm hands holding her, tension increasing in the grip as he moves. Moving her…moving her in every way she’d ever known.
“I’ve pictured this…”
His voice behind her, below her. He was kneeling!…she could feel his breath. Her body was totally raging . He was seeing her. Totally
“I’ve thought you…about how you’d taste…..about the feel of your skin.”
His mouth was close, and his breath , butterflies across her skin, hot and slow.
“ I’ve thought about how you’d taste, How your cunt would feel in my fingers…about the sounds you’d make as make you cum into my mouth.
I’ve thought about the way you’d move as I push my tongue inside your arse, …about the look in your eyes as I bite you.”
Her breath was gone. The wall, the room, everything was gone. She was gone. It was all his voice.
“ I’ve wondered if you’ll take me whole inside you, in your mouth, inside your body…will you gag and cry?..or if you’ll try to fuck me back? Would you fight me?..or will you break?
I’ve fucked others, you know? Wondering if I could make you mine, as I did so easily to them?.
I’ve wondered if you’ll bite, scratch and tear at me if I Fuck you beyond your senses? If I’ll unleash you?…or if I’ll destroy you…and destroy us?”
Silence….no , she could just hear him breath as the questions swirled in her head. What did he want? What did she want?..
Hot pointed heat hit her like a train.Hot ,wet, pinpoint burning. Wet. Hard yet pliant. Chest constricted as her body froze in place. Realisation and shock arrive together. He was pushing his tongue into her backside. Not her her desperately searching,waiting vagina…..No! her backside, her bum!…Her Arse!….and she felt herself try to open wider still, the cut of her garments into her soft skin meant nothing compared to her desire to open herself, to expose and reveal herself to his mouth, his seeking tongue.
She felt the burn twice, as the dull pressure of his tongue started to enter her. Oh God!
Oh GOD!
It wormed, slid, insidiously inside her, his burning, rough cheeks abrasing her . She could hear, feel him breathing her in, sucking back his own saliva as the pushed on. His mouth,like a dragons breath,burned at her as his thick,fat tongue took her. He was drinking her in,like nothing she’d ever felt or expected.
He stopped moving his face, resting, then slightly withdrawing the slippery weapon …then again, pushing in……GOD……GOD!…..he continued this…..steady, at His pace…steady…he was fucking her arse with his mouth!
She was utterly, totally, completely alive.
She wanted him. She wanted to cum. She needed to flood, to cum so much that she drench him. She wanted him inside her, in anyway she could. To scream and cum, to shout his name, her name, to be so obscene,filthy,disgraceful as she could be. The words were in her mouth. She needed to free them , to spit them at him, to let him know where she was….
He stopped. NO! He was silent. NO!
Fuck. Cum. Words. Scream.Cum. Hot. His. Cum. Wet.
Please, please, please …………..please don’t stop. Stay with me.
“ I want you to show me….”
Firm words, but anger gone from his voice…and he’d stood.
“ I want to see what you want, how much you desire to please me.
Turn and face me…keep your eyes closed. Don’t look at me. Lean back against the wall and push your hips to me.
He didn’t ask if she understood or agreed. He didn’t need to. She moved her face first, the will, her support, peeled from her face as she felt her shoulders swivel her weight, a languid movement. She felt every part of her respond to his command. |
