Fuck Toy

 

I put my book down and looked up. ‘Fuck Toy. Come Here.’ I spoke softly. I never need to shout.

She was kneeling in the corner, naked and facing the wall, where I’d left her. She turned awkwardly, her wrists were still joined together, the leather cuffs connected to each other by a short chain. She had to turn to shuffle towards me on her knees. Her ankles were also in joined leather cuffs too.

I watched her coming towards me, head down, long hair flowing forward. I liked the way her bare breasts bobbed up and down as she shuffled her way towards me. Her nipples were hard, inviting.

I opened my legs wider as she came towards my chair, allowing her to shuffle between my thighs. I leant forward, taking a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and giving them both a little squeeze, rolling them between my fingers.

I heard her gasp.

I unfastened my trousers and my cock sprang up, right in front of her face. I pulled the nipples towards me and she lowered her face, her lips touching the tip of my cock. I pulled a bit more and the lips parted. I rolled the nipples again, pinching, and the mouth opened and the tongue touched the tip of my cock, then curled around it.

I let go of the nipples and sat back, as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. I could feel the rough surface of her tongue as I filled her mouth before she slowly raised her head back up and began to lick the head again. I looked down at her, she did not look up at me. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on her task.

Satisfied, I picked my book up again as her mouth moved up and down my cock.

After a couple of minutes, and a few pages, the book moved away from the sex scene, but Fuck Toy, oblivious, carried on sucking my cock, licking and lapping the head. Her lips moving slowly up and down the shaft until I was as deep inside her as she could get me, then back out again. Looking down, I could see she was lost in her own world.

I put the book down and took her head in my hands, one each side, I fucked her mouth for a while, moving faster, harder, deeper with each thrust.

Then, I relaxed back in my chair. After a moment, my cock still in her mouth, Fuck Toy began sucking again. I closed my eyes, leaving my one hand resting against the back of her head, running my fingers through her hair, feeling the soft silky flow of in over and through my fingers.

Her tongue was busy: licking, lapping, loving, but it was time.

I pulled her closer with my hand as I thrust for the final time deep into her mouth, shooting, filling her mouth with hot, sticky, cum. I could hear her swallowing as – after the moment of tension – I relaxed, my hand still entwined in the hair at the back of her head.

My eyes closed.

Her mouth was gentle, soft now, her tongue delicate as she licked and cleaned.

I opened my eyes to see a line of spunk running from the corner of her lip. I pulled my cock from her mouth and, with the tip, I cleaned up the drip and put it back in her mouth.

She opened her own eyes, checked she had taken every last drop and then sat back on her heels, waiting, eyes down and patient.

I sat there, trousers unfastened and smiled at her. ‘That will do…. for now, Fuck Toy. Go back to your corner and wait.’

She did what she was told.

Beyond What She was Allowed

 

She held her hand out, groping towards me. I stepped forward; allowing her to touch me and then stepped back, out of her reach.

Her hand felt around in the air, searching for me, her blindfolded head turning in my direction. I stood just beyond where the ropes allowed her to reach. Her hand strained, but she could not reach me.

She knew I was there, maybe it is that sense we have when we are not alone; maybe it was just as simple as her being able to hear my movements, my breathing. It is said that the other senses compensate for the ones that are restricted. Maybe the fact that the blindfold prevented her from seeing and the restraints prevented her from touching somehow increased her other senses. Perhaps, I wondered, she could smell me. I smiled and stepped forward again. This time it was my stiff cock that stood to attention just within her reach. I saw her smile when she realised what it was that was brushing her hand.

‘Let me suck it… please…’ she tried to angle her head, move closer to my cock, now held tight in her hand. She was stroking it as much as the wrist restraints allowed, reaching out her tongue, trying to lick the tip of my cock.

Sighing theatrically, loud enough for her to hear, I stepped closer, so she could get the head of my cock into her mouth.

She sucked desperately, as though she was suffering from some kind of starvation and my cock was her salvation. After a minute or two, I had to force myself to step back; my cock came out of her mouth with a hollow plop, dripping.

‘Awww….’ she cried, shuffling around in her bonds. ‘I want… I need more than that.’

‘Ssshh.’ I stepped forward again, my cock straight into her waiting mouth, this time as far as it would go. I wrapped my hand in her hair, pulling her as close as I could without choking her, then I began to fuck her mouth. She sucked greedily as I eased my hips back and then forward, slowly and deliberately, pausing at the end of each stroke in or out.

Her hands stretched and strained in the ropes, she was trying to get closer, wrap herself around me. She always wanted as much of me inside her as possible, wanted to devour me. She sucked hard, her tongue wrapping itself around my cock, her head began to move backwards and forwards. I slowed my movements and let her carry on, feeling the strength tremble in my legs as she worshipped my cock.

Eventually, I had the strength, the will, to take a step back and pull my cock from her mouth. She leant forward seeking it with her mouth, with her tongue tasting the air in front of her. My body seemed to arch forward of its own accord, my cock wanting to be back in that hot wet mouth that made it so welcome, made it feel loved, wanted, worshipped.

I knelt down in front of her, my hand reaching between her wide-open thighs. She was wet, hot and eager, thrusting herself against my hand.

‘I want… I need….’ She squirmed against me as she spoke.

One of my fingers slipped inside her, easily, she closed herself around it, fucking it. Pressing her pubis against my thumb which stroked the area above her clitoris,

I kissed her mouth, holding the back of her neck with my other hand. Then I lowered my head to nip at her nipples, one after the other, with my teeth.

I edged forward on my knees, slipped my finger out of her and pulled her hips forward so that she sat on my lap where I knelt between her legs, my hard cock slipping deep inside her.

She moaned, squirmed, moaned again and began to move up and down, riding me with such an urgent need. I pushed up to meet her as she thrust down, going as deep as possible.

She blindly kissed my face, urgent small kisses all over my face; seeking my mouth with hers and pushing her tongue deep inside mine, her arms straining against the ropes that still held her.

Her hands grabbed he ropes above each wrist restraint so she could haul herself up and down on my cock, she was writhing, pulling herself up, then pushing herself back down, rotating her hips, pressing herself hard against me, moving faster and faster, as her breathing got heavier and heavier so she was panting against my neck… then she moaned; pressing herself hard against me, my cock deep inside her, her arms stretched taut and straining against the ropes that still held her there. I could see – even behind the blindfold – her eyes were screwed tight shut as her moans turned to soft whimpers and the tension slowly drained from her body, until she slumped against me as much as her restrained arms would allow.

‘Thank you,’ she said eventually, as she surfaced from the depths of her revere. ‘I needed that so much.’

‘That,’ I said as I eased out of her and stood up ‘…was only the beginning.’

An Urgent Meeting

 

Carrie held a small bunch of files, pressed close her chest with her one hand, holding them tight, while in her other hand she held her mobile phone. To everyone who glanced up, as she passed the open doors of their offices or strode though the ranks of desks in the more open-plan offices, she had the look of someone who knew where she was going and of someone who was on serious business.

She was on very serious business indeed.

Carrie arrived at his office and shut the door firmly behind her. His eyes flicked up momentarily behind his glasses. He knew she was there, she could tell in that way his body shifted slightly even though he carried on reading the report on the desk in front of him, pen poised in his hand.

Briskly, Carrie dropped the files and her phone down on the small table just inside the office and clicked the lock shut on the door before turning back to face his desk. She removed the jacket of her business suit, holding it by one finger for a moment until it fell to the floor. She stood, legs slightly apart, and began slowly unbuttoning her white work-shirt, one button at a time, until it was open all the way down to the waistband of her skirt, exposing her bra underneath it.

He looked up as she unfastened the last few buttons and leant back in his chair, clicking his pen slowly as he watched her.

She smiled when his glance met hers. He nodded and she leant forward over his desk so that her bra, when she opened it, slip down her arms and fell in a heap on the report he’d been studying.

He nodded to her and she raised one leg so that she was kneeling half-across his desk. He put the pen down and stroked her one breast, pinching the nipple, before reaching out his other hand and doing the same to her other breast.

He took the report and everything else on his desk into a neat pile and then placed them on the floor as Carrie swung her legs around, so that she was sitting on his desk with a leg either side of his chair. He kissed her nipples, one after the other and then, one after the other sucked them in deep, lapping around them with his tongue.

Carrie lifted her bottom off the desk as his hands moved up the outside of her thighs underneath where her skirt had ridden up. She shivered as his hands brushed across the bare skin of her thighs above her stocking tops. He grabbed her knickers in both hands and quickly pulled them down. Carrie had to hold on to the edges of the desk with both hands to stop herself sliding off the highly-polished surface. The desk felt cold and hard underneath her as she sat back down. He opened her thighs, forcing the skirt to ride higher up her legs to her waist, revealing herself to him. He kissed her lips and then his one hand was on her, cupping her as the ball of his thumb stroked across her pubis just above where her inner labia met. She was already hot, wet and open; writhing against the palm of his hand pressing against her between the open labia, before two fingers stroked the lips further apart and one finger entered her.

Carrie moaned against his mouth as his finger entered her and began to move slowly in and out. A few moments later, it was joined by another finger. Carrie began to move too, forcing herself against the fingers moving inside her. He bowed his head to her nipple, sucking and nibbling, before moving to her other breast and sucking and nibbling there. Carrie moved faster and faster, pressing herself against his hand, riding the moving fingers that probed deep inside her. She wrapped her long legs around his back, arched her neck and moaned, then cried out as the tense shivers took every inch of her body, pressing as much of herself against him as she came.

He kissed her as she recovered, slowly and gently letting his fingers ease themselves from her as she panted against his shoulder, her arms and legs still wrapped tight around him.

A short while later, he kissed Carrie on the lips and then dropped back into his chair, leaning back and smiling as he stared at her, sitting open-legged and wet on his desk. Grinning, she eased herself towards him until she slipped off the desk and down on her knees in front of his leather office chair.

Not taking her eyes from his, Carrie lowered his zip, feeling the pressure f his hard cock forcing itself against the tight restriction of his clothing as it tried to break free. The zip came down eventually and his cock burst out into her waiting hand. Still looking up into his eager eyes, she kissed the tip of his cock, then let her tongue trace around the tip before just sucking the head into her mouth and holding it there as her hands opened his trousers wider.

Freeing his balls from his trousers, Carrie ran her tongue slowly down the length of his cock, then kissed and sucked each of his balls in turn as her one hand stroked the full length of his cock, wrapping her fingers tight around the head as she licked and nibbled back up the full length of it before taking just the head into her mouth again.

Carrie sucked and stroked his cock, looking up into his eyes as her tongue traced elaborate spirals around the head of his cock at the end of each upward movement of her head before pausing just for a moment and then slowly moving her head back down to take as much of his cock into her mouth as possible, pausing slightly once more before letting her head move back up again.

After a few minutes of this, he moaned and pulled Carrie up by her armpits, pushing her back on the desk and opening her legs wide with a hand on each of her thighs. He lowered his head, Carrie shivered as the tip of his tongue stroked around her labia, brushing her clitoris. His tongue flowed down and deep inside her, reaching far inside her before withdrawing and lapping around her labia, fluttering with the lightest of touches across her clitoris and then down to go deep again, before returning again.

Moments later, he stood and pulled Carrie towards him, his hands still gripping her thighs. His cock drove deep into her as she reached the edge of the desk and he began a slow, pumping motion that she met and responded to as their mouths met in a hard, deep kiss; his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock.

Then, he grabbed her under the buttocks puling her from the desk and into his lap as he fell back in the chair, leaning back, his hands on her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples as she rode him. Faster and faster Carrie moved up and down, riding him, her head thrown back and her breasts pushed hard against his hands as he nibbled her neck and earlobe.

Carrie came with a deep low moan, corkscrewing herself into his lap to get his cock as deep inside her as possible as she came, her arms tight around him as she cried ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ She whimpered in satisfaction then relaxed; kissing him deep on the mouth and pressing herself hard into his lap.

He looked into her eyes and smiled, then lifted her back on the desk and down so that she half-lay on his desk as he moved inside her with an increasing urgency. Then, a short while later, with one long final thrust, with his head thrown back, he came deep inside her.

They lay, unmoving for a while; with him resting on his hands pressed to the desk either side of her, while Carrie lay still with her eyes closed.

Then, with a final kiss, he helped her to her feet and they slowly got dressed, then Carrie picked up her files and left, their urgent meeting over… until the next time.

I Say…. You Do

 

‘Strip!’ he said.

Amy stared at him, uncertain, a question in her eyes.

He nodded, once.

Still, she hesitated.

He took a step towards her and took her chin between his thumb and finger. He looked into her eyes. ‘I only say things once. Do you understand?’

Amy nodded, as much as she was able while his hand held her head.

‘And..?’ he said, opening the top buttons of her summer dress with his other hand, without taking his eyes from hers. ‘When I say… you do. Understand?’

‘I… I un… understand,’ Amy said, already feeling that somehow she had failed, failed her first test. Her eyes felt hot and damp under his level gaze.

Her dress was open now; she could feel a cool breeze on her skin. Her nipples were hard, so could feel them rubbing against the material of her bra, but they had been hard ever since she had first walked into his presence.

He let go of her chin and stepped back, folding his arms and watching her.

She was uncertain… unsure… He was waiting… but she didn’t know why…. Why didn’t he say?

‘I don’t like to repeat myself,’ he said. He pulled at her dress, letting it fall from her shoulder.

Amy felt some relief, now she knew what he wanted. She stepped out of the dress, leaving it pooling on the floor behind her. He leant back against the dinning table behind him and folded his arms, watching her. As she reached back around behind herself for the bra catch, she looked up at him from under her lowered eyelids.

‘Stockings and suspenders,’ he said, nodding his approval. ‘Very nice.’ He paused as the bra fell forward, exposing the top slopes of her breasts. Amy held the bra there, pinned between her body and her arm. He waved his hand, signalling for her to let the bra fall.

‘Beautiful,’ he smiled. ‘Not too big, not too small… and such delightful nipples.’

Amy relaxed as much as she could while standing almost-naked in front of some complete stranger unselfconsciously staring at her naked body. ‘No, leave the stockings and the suspenders,’ he said as she bent to remove them. ‘Just the knickers…. After all, we could do with something a little kinky, couldn’t we?’

Amy smiled, despite herself. There she was, now dressed in nothing but her black stockings and suspender belt in front of a strange man fully-dressed in a dark suit, leaning so casually against a dinning table in what seemed to be a deserted house.

The man made a gesture with his hand, for her to do a twirl in front of him, slowly. ‘Very nice,’ he said as she slowly pirouetted in front of him showing him all her body. ‘No, not nice… beautiful.’

He smiled as she turned back to face him. ‘Amy, you are beautiful.’

‘You know my name?’ Amy said, surprised.

‘Yes, of course,’ he said, languidly reaching out to take her left nipple between the thumb and first finger of his right hand. ‘Of course I know you’re name, why shouldn’t I?’

‘I don’t know yours,’ Amy replied.

‘Why?’ He stared into her eyes. ‘Do you need to?’

Amy could see forever in those eyes. ‘No,’ she said simply.

His fingers released her nipple and his hand moved down her body over her stomach, down over her shaved pubis and stopped, just above where her labia waited, already wet, already eager for his touch. Amy was sure she could feel them, her labia, moistening and opening; imaging it would be like one of those nature films where a time-lapse flower buds opens and blooms under the loving touch of the summer sun. She tried to will his finger to move lower, to touch her. Already there was an emptiness there she wanted him to fill.

He wrapped his left hand around her neck and pulled her face onto his. Amy could feel his stubble rasping against the skin of her face as their lips met and his tongue made its may into her mouth. She gasped and stumbled closer to him, her hands hovering between embracing him and staying at her sides.

‘No, don’t touch me… yet,’ he said. ’In fact…’ He took a step back and pulled off his tie. ‘Turn around.’

Amy complied, eagerly. This was it. She knew this was why she was here, now. She put her hands behind her back and felt the tie tighten around her wrists.

After tying Amy’s hands behind her back, the man let both his hands travel down over her buttocks down her thighs to her knees and back up again.

A gentle hand on her arm, tugged her back around to face him.

One hand took Amy softly by the place where her shoulder met her neck, whilst his other hand moved down her body, stroking between her breasts, down her stomach until his fingers began tracing around her labia, moving slowly, carefully and gently around her pussy, then moving down each side between the inner and outer labia, then over the surface of her opening inner lips with his fingertips just brushing where her clitoris seemed to be throbbing and growing. Then, his fingers moved more purposely between Amy’s inner labia, opening them out while a finger moved down to her soaking wet opening and then slipped easily inside her, leaving his thumb to brush and rub against her pubis and across her clitoris. Then the finger eased out and back up and all around her pussy again before easing down and back inside to be joined by another finger as the thumb continued to massage and stroke.

Amy could feel herself responding, her body moving backwards and forwards in time with his movements, up and down, pushing herself against his hand as it moved; all the while his other hand was on her neck, resting on the point where her neck met her shoulders with his fingers cradling the back of her head wrapped deep in her long, thick red hair.

His eyes were locked on hers, watching Amy carefully, each blink and twitch of her eyes and eyelids. He was – she realised – watching her every reaction to what he did. At the same time, his hand on her neck was gauging her reaction to what he was doing to her; feeling her pulse beating faster and faster in her neck and feeling every response her body made to the effect his other hand was causing in her and adjusting his actions, increasing whatever she enjoyed and ceasing what she reacted against or did not respond to, through the waves of pleasure and desire that flowed through her like a building storm.

Suddenly, his eyes widened in recognition of some sign she gave as she sighed and moaned, pressing herself hard against his caressing hand. Gently, but firmly, the hand around her neck pulled her head closer to him, so that her head rested half against the softness of his shirt and half against the roughness of his jacket. His lips kissed the lobe of her ear. ‘You are going to come for me,’ he whispered.

‘Y… yes,’ she sighed. ‘Yes…. Yes…. Yes… yes… yes…. YES…! Yes…!’ Amy’s thighs twitched and shivered. Amy’s body shook and trembled as she moaned into his shirt, pressing her body against his and fucking his fingers as her orgasm clenched tight against his fingers, until she collapsed against the hand with the fingers inside her, the hand holding her weight as her legs gave way.

The other hand moved from her neck to around Amy’s waist as she lost the strength in her legs and collapsed against him.

Slowly, he eased his fingers from her, massaging with the palm of his hand as he did so. He wrapped his arms around her and held her naked body against his fully-clothed body.

Eventually, Amy opened her eyes and looked at him.

He smiled.

Without saying a word he let go of her and put the palms of his hands on her shoulders. A gentle pressure forced her to her knees. As she knelt, she could see the effect she’d had on him, straining the material of his trousers towards her. One hand let go of her shoulder and pulled his zip down.

His cock seemed to force itself out of his trousers, its tip bumping up against Amy’s bottom lip as she opened her mouth for it. She kissed and licked down along its length, wishing for a moment her hands weren’t still bound behind her, so that she could feel its hard length in her hand.

Then he pressed forward, eager for her mouth. His hand stroked through her hair to hold her head as he began to move slowly back and forwards, each thrust moving deeper into her mouth. Amy felt her mouth stretch to take him, her tongue lapping against the head of his cock as it entered her mouth, and again as he withdrew it for her to kiss and lick it, before he thrust slowly back. She glanced up to see him looking down at her with his cock deep I her mouth.

He smiled. ‘Good girl.’

She sucked harder, her head bobbing backwards and forwards, matching his movements.

Then, a few moments later he pulled his cock from deep within her mouth, leant forward and, with his hands under her armpits, lifted her up, picked her up from the floor and laid her, face-down, on the dinning table.

Amy shivered as her naked body came into contact with the cold hard wood of the highly-polished table, then shivered again as his cock entered her all the way up to his balls. With his one hand holding both her wrists where they were tied together with his tie, he began to thrust deep into her cunt. Amy moaned and writhed, pressing herself into the table, and then back against him, as he thrust.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy, with Amy thrusting back eager for him to put it back. Instead, he took his cock in his free hand and stroked it down the crack of her arse and down, past her pussy, until it was rubbing against her clit between the open lips of her pussy, then he pulled back and thrust it back, deep inside her again.

Amy felt herself tremble and shiver as his thrusts increased in intensity, short fast ones followed by long slow ones. Amy was thrusting back against him; twisting and writhing her hips as she felt the waves of her orgasm building and building and building… until, with a low moan, the orgasm broke and flooded her with pleasure.

She cried out, biting her lip as he continued to thrust, pulling her back by her bound wrists, so she was impaled on his cock as deep as it would go, as the waves of her orgasm continued to crash and roar deep inside her.

Then, moments later she felt him stop, stiffen. and then she was flooded as he came too.

For a moment he was still. Amy could hear his heavy breath behind her. He leant over her and kissed the back of the neck before pulling out and sitting down on one of the dining chairs next to the table. He took Amy’s still trembling body, in his arms, wrapping her under his suit jacket, and held her close to him. Her head was against his chest and she could feel his heart beating, slowing back to a normal rhythm.

Amy closed her eyes, safe under his jacket and wrapped in his arms. She felt herself relax as he untied her wrists, so she could snuggle closer and wrap her arms around him as he sat back in the chair, kissing the top of her head.

*

Suddenly, Amy was shook awake.

‘Come on, wake up,’ he said. ‘It is time to go.’

Amy yawned. She looked up. ‘Oh god,’ she said.

‘What?’

‘For a moment there I was worried it may all have only been a dream.’

‘No,’ he shook his head. ‘Not a dream. But you do have to go, now.’

Sighing and stretching, Amy got up from his lap and began to dress herself as he sat in the chair, watching her and smiling a warm satisfied smile. ‘Beautiful,’ he said simply.

Once she was dressed and presentable again, Amy stood, not knowing what to do next.

He stood, walked over to her and kissed her deeply, passionately. ‘So, the next time I send you a text saying when and where to meet, you’ll come?’

‘Amy smiled. ‘Yes.’

‘Several times?’

‘Oh…. Please.’

He took her in his arms and kissed her. ‘…Until next time then, Amy.’

‘Yes… er….’ She looked into his eyes. ‘I still don’t know your name?’

He grinned. ‘You can call me Sir.’

Amy grinned back. ‘Yes, Sir,’ she said, back slowly – as if unwilling to go – towards the door. ‘Good-bye, Sir.’

‘Good-bye, Amy.’

Ruth and Steph

 

I met Ruth, and her flatmate Steph, over at the bar, along with the usual crowd. At the end of the evening a few of us ended up back at Ruth and Steph’s place for an hour or so. After a while, everyone else left and Steph went to bed, leaving Ruth and me alone.

I wasn’t pissed, but we had drunk a little more after leaving the bar. Eventually, I began to make going home noises. Ruth said she had to pop out to her room for a moment, telling me to hang on a minute before I left.

‘There’s something I want to give you,’ she said.

I waited.

She came back into the room with Steph. Steph was naked except for a leather-studded collar attached to the lead in Ruth’s hand.

Ruth stood Steph in front of me, offering her to me.

I smiled at Ruth and nodded my approval. Ruth put her hand on Steph’s head and pushed her down on her knees in front of me. Ruth pulled my cock out of my trousers. It was already hard and difficult to get free, but she managed it, running her hand backwards and forwards along its full length a few times. Then Ruth tugged Steph’s head forward with the lead she still held in her other hand until I felt the warm wetness of Steph’s mouth and her lips closing around my cock as her tongue began to move.

‘Do you like my gift to you,’ Ruth said as she leant forward above Steph’s busy head to kiss me.

‘So far,’ I said, reaching out to pull her close, my one hand unbuttoning her jeans as the other encircled her neck to pull her face against mine. One-handed, I pulled Ruth’s jeans and panties down, breaking off our kiss to pull the bunched up material down to her knees, I pulled my cock out of Steph’s mouth and turned her head towards Ruth, pushing her face up against Ruth’s cunt.

Ruth sighed and fell back into the armchair behind her as Steph crawled forward to pull off Ruth’s trousers and knickers before burying her tongue deep inside Ruth once more. I Knelt down behind Steph and lifted her arse up into the air, getting her up on her knees while Ruth wrapped her legs around Steph’s neck, rubbing her pussy into the other girl’s face.

I had two fingers inside Steph’s already soaking pussy, moving slow and deep as my thumb teased at her clit. I could see her thighs already shivering and twitching as her pussy gripped my fingers and muffled moans came from between Ruth’s thighs where Steph’s head nodded, licked and lapped. I could see Ruth moving too, pushing herself against Steph’s mouth, her hands wrapped in Steph’s long hair, pulling her closer.

Ruth came first, her thighs wrapping tight around Steph’s neck and her hands clawing at the other girl’s hair as Ruth moaned, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her back arched as she moaned and writhed against Steph’s face. Moments later, I made Steph come too, fucking herself on my fingers and her moans muffled against Ruth’s wet pussy.

When she opened her eyes again, Ruth passed me the lead so that I could pull Steph, still on all fours, around to face me. I sat back in the same chair I’d been using all night as I used the lead to pull her mouth down on my cock.

As Steph sucked my cock, moving her head rhythmically up and down, circling the head with her tongue and taking it deep in her mouth, I looked up to see Ruth over in the other seat, playing with her wet pussy, stroking it up and down with her fingers and letting them slip inside. She saw me watching and opened her thighs wider so I could watch her playing with herself.

Ruth then lifted up one bare foot and I felt Steph gulp on my cock as Ruth’s toe slipped into her cunt from behind and Ruth began fucking her with her foot.

I came, arching my cock deep into Steph’s mouth as she sucked and swallowed greedily. Moments later, with my cock still in her mouth, Steph came again too as Ruth’s foot fucked her to orgasm.

Steph fell to the floor between the chairs where Ruth and I sat; smiling at each other, relaxed and legs open wide around each side of where Steph lay on the floor between us.

A few minutes later, Ruth glanced down at Steph lying on the floor and then looked up at me. ‘Time for bed, don’t you think?’ she said.

‘Yes.’

Ruth gave Steph a push with her foot as I tugged on the lead as I stood up. I walked off to the bedroom, with Steph on her lead following behind me, while Ruth turned off the lights and followed us into the bedroom.

[To be continued….]

Acquiescence and Acceptance

 

She stood in front of me; looking at me as she took the long towelling belt from the bathrobe she wore, and piled it into the palms of my hands.

I looked down, into her eyes.

‘Yes,’ she said.

I nodded.

She took a step back and let the open robe fall from her shoulders. It pooled white around her feet. She was naked.

She held her arms out to me, together at the wrists, her fists clenched and the heels of her hands against each other.

‘No,’ I said.

She looked up at me, her wrists still pressed together in front of her. Now, the certainty had gone from her eyes and she looked unsure.

I took her one wrist in my hand while I held the towelling belt in the other.

‘Turn,’ I said, making a circling gesture with my head.

She hesitated for an instant then nodded, a smile returning to her lips. She turned and stood with her back to me. I had held loosely onto her one wrist as she’d turned and now as she stood facing away from me, her other arm came behind her and rested itself against the one I was holding.

‘Good,’ I said and began tying the two wrists together with the belt from her robe. I did not speak until I was satisfied that I’d bound her hands properly.

‘Turn,’ I said.

She turned back towards me, looking down at the gap between us, waiting.

*

I reached out; tapping her thigh with my fingers so that she opened her legs wider, I then cupped her pussy with the palm of my hand. It felt hot and already damp. She wiggled, pressing herself down against my hand. I slowly lifted my hand, lifting her up onto tiptoes and then relaxed, letting my finger slide between the lips as I withdrew my hand.

I walked around, behind her and pushed her head forward, so she bent over at the waist away from me, her bound hands riding up her back. I pushed her legs open wider and this time eased a finger into her, feeling the hot damp wetness. I moved the finger in and out a few times before adding another. She began to move herself writhing on my fingers.

Still with her bent over from the waist, and still with my fingers inside her, I made her take a few steps forward until she bent over the dining table. I pushed her down on to the table, so that her arse was in the air. She shivered when her bare skin encountered the cold polished wood.

My cock was hard and she was so wet, it slid in easily, making her gasp with the suddenness of it. I pushed in, deep and hard, and out and back in and out and back again. The table was rocking and she was sighing and muttering.

I held onto her bound wrists with one hand as I fucked her, slowly at first and then faster.

She arched up from the table as she came, straining herself against the hard surface, her arms were rigid as she shuddered to a climax and moaned, then relaxed back down to lie on the table. I slowed my movements and then stopped, feeling her muscles flutter and twitch as she recovered, enjoying the feeling of being deep inside her.

Moments later, I pulled out and picked her up from the table, carrying her across to the other side of the room.

I sat in my chair and had her kneel in front of me.

Her mouth was over my cock before I even said what she was to do. Her tongue and lips licked, sucked and lapped at my cock as I sat back, letting her do all the work. She looked up at me with my cock deep in her mouth and smiled, even though her mouth was full.

She licked and sucked, moving her head slowly up and down, taking me deep into her mouth until a few moments later when I came with a shuddering suddenness.

She knelt there for a while afterwards, my cock still in her mouth and her head resting on my thigh, half-dozing and satisfied.

What was to Come

 

 

Still, Helen stood in the middle of the room, waiting for me. I sat in the chair, watching her. She had patience. She had a calmness about her, there was no tension in the way she stood there for me. She was willing to wait for me to decide.

She wanted me to decide for her.

She had left her clothes piled neatly up on the small table next to the chair where I was sitting, and then gone to stand there in the middle of the room to wait for me. She was looking down at the floor, more or less where my feet were, her hands clasped behind her back as she waited.

Next to the table was the large black canvas bag Helen had brought with her when she arrived. I could see inside; there were some ropes, a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and some other things too far down in the shadows of the bag for me to see clearly. She had said, when we last spoke before this meeting, that she would bring some things for me to use on her, things she wanted me to use on her.

Still I waited, watching Helen, making sure that this was what she wanted. I saw her shiver and her nipples hardening. It was not cold in the room and she was not standing like one afraid of what was to come, more like someone anticipating what was to come.

I waited another long slow minute, the tick of the clock loud in the silence.

I was ready.

I reached down into the bag for the blindfold and stood up, walking towards her.

I stood behind her, feeling the shiver of her body as I stepped close. I could smell her perfume, a slight hint of summer flowers with some deeper muskiness beneath it that hinted of warm sultry nights in some exotic place.

I fastened the blindfold and lifted up her hair at the base of her neck, kissing the place where her neck met her backbone as my hands caressed down over the front of her body, from her shoulders down her breasts to her stomach. My hands each took a thigh and spread her legs open, so that my right hand could then stroke down her pussy and part her legs. My fingers moved down over her already wet and parted pussy lips as my other hand parted her arse cheeks and on down until my fingers found the lips my other hand held open.

My one hand moved, stroking Helen’s pussy as two fingers of the other hand slipped easily inside her from behind, moving slowly in and out, as the other hand massaged her pubis. My free hand stroked up over her stomach to take each breast under my palm and squeeze, as the fingers of my other hand moved slowly in and out of her hot wet pussy. My free hand took each nipple in turn and squeezing it to hardness so I could reach down and take it into my mouth to suck and to nibble.

My free hand moved down to caress her pussy once more, all while the fingers of my other hand began moving faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I saw her whole body shiver and tremble. I could feel her thighs quivering against my hand.

I nibbled her ear. ‘Do you want to come?’ I whispered into the ear.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’

‘Yes… pl… please….’

Both my hands stopped moving. Helen stumbled, writhing herself against my fingers inside her from behind and the hand cupping her pussy at the front.

‘Ask properly, then?’

‘I….’

‘You do remember what to say, what we agreed?’

‘Y…. Yes.’

‘Say it then.’

‘Ple… please may I come…. Mas… Master?’ She gulped. ‘Please?’ She pushed herself hard against my hand and I could feel her pussy trembling as it gripped my fingers.

My hand and fingers started moving again.

‘Yes. You may come.’ I said, watching her carefully as my fingers and hands moved, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm that rippled through her body, thighs quivering, pussy now fucking my fingers and her upper body writhing against mine, her head thrown back as she moaned and bit her lip. If my one hand was not holding her up, while impaled on the fingers of my other hand, she would have fallen to the floor.

Gently, I let her down on her shivering legs until she was kneeling on the floor.

I turned her until she was on her hands and knees facing away from my chair. She knelt for a while, her cheek resting on the cold wooden floor.

After a few minutes of waiting, I once more had a rummage through the large black bag and found a collar and a chain lead. I smiled and stood up.

‘Kneel up on your hands and knees,’ I said, getting down next to Helen. I placed a finger under her chin, lifted up her face to mine, and kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting and tangling. As we kissed, I fastened the collar around her neck. I gave the lead a few experimental tugs.

‘Stay,’ I said, returning to my seat still holding the other end of the lead. I sat and looked at her for a moment, kneeling on her hands and knees in front of me, waiting.

I gave the lead a tug. ‘Back up towards me, I’ll tell you when to stop.’

Helen began crawling slowly back towards me, on her hands and knees, her bottom swaying with each movement backwards.

‘Stop,’ I said when she was just inches away from me.

‘Head on the floor,’ I said, waiting as she lowered herself down at the front, thrusting her arse up towards me.

Spreading her pussy lips open with one hand, I slipped the thumb of my other hand into her pussy, feeling for her g-spot, while my fingers squeezed and rubbed at her pussy lips and clit.

Helen began to moan and mutter, her voiced muffled by the way her cheek rested on the wooden floor. Her hands we pressed palm down either side of her head. I could see her fingers reaching, stretching and clutching at the floorboards as my thumb and fingers aroused her. Her pussy was dripping wet, soaking my thumb and the palm of my hand where it moved against her pubis.

Moments later Helen began to shiver and shake again, her thighs trembling. She was panting and thrusting herself against my hand.

I paused for a moment, feeling the heat and wetness of her, and the way she trembled and shuddered.

Helen muttered something, but I couldn’t hear what she said. I knew what she wanted though. I gave her my permission to come as I began to move my thumb against her g-spot as my fingers teased and squeezed her clit.

Pushing down hard on my hand, Helen came with a long low moan, that lifter her head off the floor, arching her neck and making her shake her head from side to aside as she moaned.

This time she fell to the floor, my thumb slipping out of her. She lay there, for several minutes, slowly rubbing her pussy against the cool of the floor. I sat back in my chair, looking down at the naked woman lying on the floor in front of me, enjoying the view.

When I felt I had given her enough time, I told her to roll over.

Helen did as I told her. I took the handcuffs out of the bag and fastened her wrists to each other, leaving them to rest on her stomach.

I sat down in my chair again, opening Helen’s thighs as fat as possible with my feet. Her pussy looked hot, red and wet, so inviting.

I placed the sole of my shoe on her pussy and began to masturbate her once more, this time with my foot.

I gave the lead a tug to make sure she was paying attention, reminding her that she could not come without my permission.

She was already biting her lip as sweat ran down her body while my foot massaged her pussy, moving in long slow languid strokes and short quick circular motions. She began to lift her crotch up, moving in motions to match the motions of my shoe, moaning and trembling once again.

I changed rhythm, motion and movement every time I saw from her trembling thighs that she was about to come again, until I felt that she could hold out no longer.

Finally, I gave her my permission and let her come in a great shivering orgasm, that left her shaking and shivering on the floor in front of me.

As I looked down at Helen, lying there on the floor at my feet I thought that it was – indeed – a pleasant way to spend an afternoon… and I was only just starting.