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 I caught her once, undressing, in her office after she apparently thought
everyone had left for the night. But she was wrong. I hadn't left.
My reward for a diligent day's work was to walk by Heather's door and see her
in a state of undress. She didn't see me standing there as she clutched a blouse to her
breasts. She was adorned only in panties below the waist. A gold, shimmering that
hugged her ass and complimented her skin. She was facing away from me, but I caught
sight of her right breast as she opened the blouse. Her bra was hanging open, and for a
spectacular moment I saw the full breast, nipple and all, before it disappeared behind a
silky white. She fastened the bra before the blouse, and the view was gone. Seconds
later, a skirt covered her beautiful crotch and upper legs and I was left to enjoy a view
I had already seen.
Not that I hadn't noticed her before, but now I couldn't take my eyes off her. In
that moment of relaxed vulnerability, she became the most attractive woman I knew. I
wanted her desperately. I wanted her to undress before me as easily as she had done
without knowledge of my presence. I wanted her to expose her breasts and body fully to
my eyes, and bathe in my appreciative view as I let the magic of her body encompass
me.
It was almost too much. As someone who rarely feared rejection, I was not
terrified of it. What if she rebuked my efforts to win her? What if she scoffed at the
idea of sharing her body with me?
The fear was almost crippling, and kept my from as aggressive a pursuit as I'm
sure I needed. Before I ever asked her to join me in something easily classified a date,
Heather was seeing another man.
Still, I found myself making more conversation with her than usual. Despite the
overwhelming fear she might not like me, I don't think I acted shyly near her. I made
her laugh. I created enough comfort that she began to share with me more intimate
details of her life. But I did some things I probably shouldn't have done. I began
parking in the back of the building and hiding in the office, hoping to see her undress.
And sometimes I was successful. The worst was when she was preparing for dates.
When I would see the lacy bras and silky panties she would put on. Covered by equally
arousing plunging shirts and high skirts. I knew my competitor must be wild to have
her. He must dreaming of fucking her every moment they were together. But I knew he
hadn't - yet.
I believed Heather. One of the details she told me was that she had not been
intimate with the man. Perhaps she was being discreet, but, there was a sincerity to her
voice and a sweetness to its quality that I didn't dare disbelieve it. I didn't want to
believe otherwise regardless.
So I felt some guilt hiding just out of view from her those nights she changed at
work. I can tell you that I saw her breasts. I saw her pussy. And I'll tell you that I
masturbated to those sights. I couldn't masturbate to anything else.
I asked her out.
Funny how you are willing to go for it all when you realize that any less of an
effort will spell certain doom. She was getting close to fucking him, I was sure. Worse,
she was getting close to liking him, and who could blame her with no other adoring
man to offer a choice? So a choice I gave.
She said yes, but not with the "Finally!" type enthusiasm I was hoping for. It
seemed more like a courtesy date. one she agreed to simply because it would hurt her
to say no.
And she had fun. I knew she did. A part of me hoped that this was what she was
waiting for. This was the happiness she craved. It must have been true, because she
agreed to a second date. And then a third.
But the third didn't come to be. Maybe it was too quick an idea. My uncle had
lent me his cabin for the weekend, and I invited her to join me. I didn't use the word
sex, but the nature of the outing implied it. She hadn't slept with my enemy in several
weeks of dating, and now I was asking her to fuck me after two simple dates. Maybe
that's what it was.
I didn't want to consider that she chose someone else over me. That indeed, she
had dated me twice and knew in the depths of her heart that I wasn't the one for her.
God, I prayed that wasn't the case.
But when I went for a final answer, I felt doomed that it was true. She would
not be coming with me. My nemesis had asked her out for the same weekend.
She had agreed.
She didn't tell me what the plans were. But she had used the word "weekend."
Not Friday night. Not Saturday night. She was dating him for "the weekend."
They were going to have sex. That was sure.
I was eager to get where I was going, but not as eager as I had imagined I would
be the day before. I was on vacation. A time when I should be relishing the world and
the joy created around me. A time when I should be wasting my hours rolling around
under the sheets and kissing the naked body of a certain young lady.
How I wanted Heather join me.
How perfect the setting would be ... A small, isolated cabin. A fireplace with a
full stock of wood at its side. A refrigerator with food and wine. And no TV. No radio.
No distractions. Just a large, comfortable bed and a hot, steaming shower.
And Heather. offering her nakedness to me.
But as fate would have it, I would have to go this weekend alone. And Heather
would be in the arms of her lover, my most despicable foe. I went up to the cabin
anyway. The magnitude of the loss would be greatest that way, and the loss of her made
me want to extricate all happiness from my soul. And after all, I could still enjoy the
fire.
A fresh snow still covered the ground, but fortunately, the roads were clear and
the drive was reasonably easy. The moment I stepped out of the car, the world faded
away. Nothing but the wind reminded me I was still alive, and I felt relaxation spread
through me like a welcome virus. The cabin looked cold, reminding me it would be in
my interests to light a fire.
I opened the door and stepped inside. A rush of concern flooded me as I
realized this cabin wasn't as deserted as it should be. It was illuminated by a series of
candles long the walls, and warmed by a nice fire raging in the familiar fireplace. I
started to close the door, then looked at the number on the porch.
Seventeen.
My Uncle's directions were in my pocket. I was able to pull it out in a flash.
Had it been tucked away at all, I would have fled. As it was, one quick motion brought
the paper into my sight.
Seventeen.
I was at the right cabin! Unless there was more than one seventeen which I truly
doubted. So, who was here? Perhaps the previous renter trying to squeeze out an extra
day or something. I stepped inside, ready to claim the cabin as rightfully mine. No one
would interfere with my plans to mourn the loss of Heather.
Unless it was Heather herself.
As I moved into the cabin and passed the doorway, she came into view. She was
a perfect image of beauty. She was stretched out on the couch sipping a glass of wine.
She didn't even look at me as I entered. She knew I was there.
A sheer open robe hung from her shoulders to her knees. A pink stain bra
covered some essentials underneath. Her panties were a matching pink, and fit snugly
between her folded legs.
She looked as if she had been there for hours. Waiting... preparing... She had
either changed her mind, or planned this the entire time. If she had tricked me, and I
was happy for it.
I went to kiss her. I went to rub my hands all over her body, and being the mad,
passionate sex I was hoping for.
But she stopped me.
"I'm not that easy," she said. She looked at me. I was on my knees next to her.
"Do you want me?" She asked.
"Of course I do!" I breathed.
"You have to win me. You have to prove yourself to me."
"What do you mean?"
"You have to play the game. And win. If you do so, then maybe you can have
me. If not... then you can't..."
I tried to move in on her again. Her chest was rising and falling with her speech.
Her legs were twitching, inviting me to move in between them.
Again, she stopped me. She looked ready to fuck, but she had something else in
mind.
She stood up. I pulled at her robe as she did and managed to free it from her
body. She turned towards me -- not with a look of anger, but not with a look of lust,
either.
She was serious. Absolutely serious. Heather stood in front of me demonstrating
her strength of will. She would not fuck if I didn't play.
"Look at my breasts." She said. I did so happily. "Look at my cunt." Again, the
direction was easy to follow. The pink satin was pressed firmly between her legs.
"You can have them now, if you want. You can take me. I know my strength
can't match yours."
I stood up.
"I know you want to fuck me," She continued. "I've seen it in your eyes for a
long time. But all you want to do is hump me as fast as possible and cum inside me. I
want more. If you are willing to obey me, we will have sex again. If you are willing to
control your lust, the reward will be great. What do you say?"
I wanted to take her right then. Her breasts jiggled magically in her pink bra.
Her candle-illuminated skin called me to experience its silkiness. Her cunt was inches
from my cock. So apparently ready to receive it.
God, she was hot! Fucking her would be fantastic. But, she had me intrigued.
Something about her made me believe she was incredibly sexual. A master of
sensuality, perhaps? I wasn't sure, but if any woman could shape and define my
pleasure, it was Heather.
Maybe this was what she really needed. Maybe she had offered this to my hated
enemy. Maybe he had already fucked her, and now he would never be able to again. Or
maybe she never gave him the chance because she knew what his answer would be. I
knew what she wanted me to do. I knew that it was quite possible that I would have to
go the entire night without entering her. But I wanted her to be happy.
"Ill play. " I said.
"Inside each piece of clothing," she said without acknowledgement, "is a word.
A word that indicates an action. You may perform that action. Find the right word, and
you win."
"What's the right word?" I asked.
"You will have to figure that out. Shall we begin?"
I was in no hurry to delay. Heather appeared to be lifting her hips towards me.
Inside each piece of clothing, she had said. There must be something inside her panties!
Of course, there was, but I meant something besides the obvious! I reached for the top
and began to roll the satin down. I couldn't believe she was doing this. Looking at her
body, at her mostly naked flesh, was driving me insane. I was ready to take her where
she stood, but knew she would be far more rewarding if went a long with her scheme.
I almost had her panties down to her pussy when I noticed a piece of paper
becoming visible. It was taped against the fabric and had a word on it. I leaned in
close, closer than I needed to but I was more than happy to move my face between her
legs.
"Touch."
That was the word. It was definitely an action! I knew she wouldn't have the
fun word right away, so I knew I was limited in what my action could be. Nevertheless,
I was happy to oblige. I took my index finger, straightening out to its full length, and
brought it against her panties. I wedged it into her pussy, firmly into her slit. The satin
was smooth, and felt hot. Heather moaned softly and smiled broadly as her body
twitched and moved gently.
"Very good." she said. With that, I pulled away. She had more clothing, and I
was happy to move to the bra. I figured she didn't count her robe as clothing, but I
wasn't sure.
"Can I feel for the paper?" I asked cupping my hand. I wanted to rub her
through the cups, if she would let me.
"Only if the word says to." she replied. That was it. No word, no action. I could
touch enough to find the paper, but anything else was against the rules.
I smiled at her as my hands went to the clasp. I looked in her eyes and returned
her devilish grin as I opened the bra and bared her breasts. I didn't look down as I
pulled the bra from her. I lifted the bra between our eyes and looked inside a cup.
"Blind." it said.
Now this wasn't fair. If it meant what I thought it did, and as Heather put her
fingers to my eyelids I knew it did, I wouldn't be able to look at her breasts. I closed
my eyes, blinding myself, and wondered how long I would have to remain in that
condition.
I felt Heather's hands run through my hair. Her touch was soft and feminine.
Loving and intoxicating. her perfume wafted over me and was rubbed into my cheeks
as her hands pressed it from the air. Then I felt her push me back, and her body rise in
front of me. Her touch left me as I felt her move away.
"Open." she said.
I opened my eyes and saw her walking away. Her back was bare but her ass
looked fantastic as it jiggled away underneath those panties.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"To the next room." she replied. "Aren't you coming?"
I got up to my feet and went after her. She reached the room before I did,
however, and shut the door. "Now, now..." Heather said through the wall. "I have to put
on more clothes!"
I waited outside the door. I was throbbing! My cock was on fire. My hands were
trembling. My knees were buckling.
"Ok, you can come in..."
She was on the bed. She was laying stomach down and facing me. As I moved
into the room. She raised her head to watch me. I noticed what she was wearing. A red
silk blouse and a black silk skirt or slip I wasn't sure. The blouse hadn't been buttoned
very well. I immediately saw down her chest and saw a black bra holding her breasts
firmly to her body. Of course, once I saw this, I didn't notice anything else in the room.
I walked in, focusing on the view down her blouse. After all, I had been cheated out of
seeing her breasts moments before.
As I neared her, I noticed a fleck of white against the black bra. It was a piece
of paper! I knelt down at the foot of the bead she was.
"You've got something down there." I said.
Heather feigned a gasp of shock. "Were you looking down my shirt! How dare
you?" She smiled broadly. I wondered if she knew how I had watched her in her office.
Or nay of the other times she was in front of me. Now I could do it without fear.
There was no way I could reach the paper without touching her breasts, so I
didn't worry about it. "Let me get that for you." I said and stretched my hand in. My
fingers were squeezed together but nevertheless quickly made contact with her blouse
and breasts. Heather shrieked again. "How dare you!" but she of course didn't move.
The slight touch against her breasts felt tremendously soft and teasing. I wanted
to open my hands and feel them entirely, but I knew that would violate the spirit of the
game. I plucked the paper from her bosom, and eagerly looked at the word.
"Caress."
This was more like it! Heather smiled as I opened my hands, leaned against he
bed, and tuned my palms upward. I leaned in further, sliding my hands into her blouse
and my palms press into her tits. My head was actually above hers, so I couldn't see her
face any longer. But if it was anything like mine, it bore a look of incredible arousal
and joy.
I couldn't move my hands much as they were wedged between her breasts and
the bed, but the little movement was spectacular. The softness of the silk and flesh shot
fore though my body. My cock raged in my pants and my lungs lost all rhythm of
breath.
She let me rub her for about a minute. Never getting inside her bra, but just
caressing the fullness. pressing and jiggling the softness... I lowered to the floor. My
face was against her face. I wanted to kiss her, but knew I couldn't. I felt her breath on
me, and knew she was getting as excited as I was. Finally, she instructed me to get the
next card.
I looked down her back, and at the slinky black slip she was wearing. The
shimmering light enhanced the fabric that clung to her. It went to about mid-thigh, and
very prettily concealed her private areas. I crawled over her on the bed. Hear head still
faced the foot of the bed. Mine was nearing the pillows. I intentionally rubbed against
her. The touch helped soothe my penis, but inspired it at the same time. As it rested on
her back, I lifted the enticing slip. She was wearing black silk panties underneath, and
on her ass was another card.
"Spank."
I laughed slightly. Her ass looked so firm in those taut panties. I was more than
happy to make it jiggle a bit.
I brought my hand down with some force, but not very hard. It slapped against
her with the sound of flesh, and sure enough induced a split second of jiggle. The silk
caught and bent the light as it moved under my hand. The excitement from rubbing my
cock alone told me to do it again.
We started giggling as I repeated the procedure. It seemed silly, but it was
turning us on. I loved to watch her body jiggle. I loved to see how it moved as my hand
touched her. I loved to see her panties hide her body without hiding the shape of it.
I stopped for a moment, and pulled her panties down. I looked at her bare ass,
searching for another card. None was found, but the exploration was fun just the same.
I pulled them back up and rolled next to her. She gave me a smile, then bounded from
the bed.
"Onto the next room!" she cried. I gave her a moment, then got up to follow.
Each wait outside of the new door seemed an eternity. Heather was undressing
just beyond the thin inch of wood that separated my eyes from her sight. I was ready to
cum, and found myself rubbing my cock through my pants. It took some effort, but I
managed to control my touches and keep them slow enough not to induce orgasm. I
wasn't sure how I was doing in Heather's little game, but win or lose I knew I would be
fucking her. There was no way I could let her leave this cabin without taking her.
"Come in!" she said gleefully through the door. I, of course, obeyed.
Now she was wearing something a little different. Shorts. TRUE shorts! They
were the skimpiest shorts I had ever seen! Jogging shorts, perhaps, slit up the side and
revealing leg all the way up to where I was certain her panties should be visible. The it
dawned on me.. perhaps she WASN'T wearing panties!!
To complete the outfit, an equally skimpy white half-shirt strained to barely
cover her breasts. As it was, the shirt would have failed miserably if its mission was to
cover and conceal her pert nipples. For they were clearly visible through the shirt..
She didn't seemed to move much as she lay on the couch before me. I don't
think the clothes had much give before the fabric would be ripped away and all her
precious assets would be wonderfully exposed.
"Uh, I don't think you got a card in there anywhere." I said. Indeed, that would
have been near-impossible. But Heather had a surprise location. She lifted her leg, and
for the first time I saw socks. Clever girl! I went to the end of the couch and took her
foot in hand. Just tucked inside the sock was a somewhat bent three-by-five card.
Tongue.
This was something I was glad to handle! Heather rested comfortably on the
couch with as little movement as possible. Directly in front of me was cunt, so ever-so-
protected by those flimsy shorts. The adventure would be the length of her legs. A
beautiful trip indeed!
I took her legs in hand, and extended my tongue. Heather cooed as soon as the
damp tip poked into against her ankle. I began swirling my oral member in circles as I
slowly moved up the length of her calf. Heather squirmed slightly as I traded leg-for
leg. Her knees opened, only to soon find themselves the attention of my licking.
Heather's skin tasted wonderful. It's smoothness tickled my tongue almost as much as I
tickled it. My eyes kept turning to gaze down the length of her legs and towards the
final destination. Her pussy looked like it would be so small, so tight as the area
between her legs loomed near.
This was what she wanted. She accommodated my advance, spreading her legs
further as I neared. Her eyes closed and her head titled back as I glazed her thighs with
my glistening saliva. The flesh hanging so tautly from her legs jiggled and softly
bounced into my cheeks.
Her pussy was an inch in front of me. I could smell her. smell her readiness. I
wanted to touch it. rub it, and feel it before I continued on with my instruction but I
decided to do as I was told. I leaned forward, and slowly extended my tongue.
Heather's body shuddered and her voice cried out as the utmost tip of my tongue
pressed into the black shorts. I quickly lost any intention of working her slow and
pressed my entire mouth between her legs. I pushed and probed my way into her.
Licking, and sucking and gaining more lust as Heather began to moan and writhe. I
don't think she was expecting to enjoy the action of this card so intensely. Her voice
was near orgasmic, and her legs nearly crushed my head as she clenched them in
passion. I worked my tongue on her pussy, then to her legs, then back to her pussy. I
kissed and licked every section of her exposed flesh, teasing the farthest reaches of her
cunt sensations. My hands began to rub her legs, and she didn't stop me. She didn't
want to stop me! My hands slid into her shorts at the slits, followed by my tongue,
probing and searching for her panties. Indeed there were none. Heather's pussy was
naked under the shiny black shorts.
I was driving her crazy, and the more crazy I drove her the more crazy I became.
I had to lick her pussy. My tongue slid under the shorts, probing deeply towards her
crotch. I felt the tickle of her hair, then the swollen softness of her cunt. Heather
screamed as I stretched my tongue to make contact. Her hands gripped my head/ her
hips began pulsing, almost avoiding my licks but mostly meeting them. I searched for
her clit. I tried to cover every section of her pussy that I could that the hindering shorts
would allow.
I was sure I could take her now. She was too far gone to stop me. I looked up
towards her face, but became distracted by her poking nipples. They alone threatened
to rip open her tiny shirt, and my tongue instantly felt a new purpose. Licking, sucking,
flicking. what better to enjoy these actions than a couple of beautiful breasts? I
lunged upward and took her nipple in my mouth, soaking the white shirt where my
mouth sucked. Heather continued to whimper as I mouthed her breasts and moved my
hands between her legs. She didn't stop me. She didn't stop as my hand rubbed her
cunt through those skimpy shorts. She didn't stop me as my hand slid under her shirt
and made contact with her naked breast.
I was going to fuck her.
I moved on her, mounting her. My cock fell onto her, mashing against those
shorts and into her pussy. But a moment after the sensation, Heather changed. She felt
my sex near hers, and realized she was about to lose. She stiffened and stooped me. She
pushed me away and stood up. I reached for her, and almost broke her final ounce of
strength as she fell back into my arms. But she managed to break free and head to the
door. Before she completely wriggled away, however, I took hold of that half-shirt,
tearing it slightly as she moved away.
Heather turned back to me, and flashed one more evil smile. With her body still
facing the door, she finished ripping the shirt and dropped it to the floor. She was bare-
breasted, but facing away. She covered her breasts with her hands and bounded out of
the room.
"Coming?" she said. Naturally, I was! I ran after her, trying to catch a glimpse
of her breasts struggling to remain hidden under her cupped hands. I wanted her. I
wanted to run her down, force her to the floor, and penetrate her pussy in a serious of
mad, overwhelming fucks. She sensed it in me, I was sure. She ran behind the couch in
the main room, still holding her breasts.
"Stop!" she decreed. I didn't listen. I continued my determined, slow walk
around the couch towards her. I could see she wanted to outstretch her hands to keep
me at a distance, but doing so would expose her breasts. I walked right up to her, and
placed my hands on her hands. She shrieked, and pulled away. I back her up against the
wall, moving my hands again to hers. I tested for resistance as I tried to pull her hands
away but not with my full strength.
"No!" she said quite firmly. I flattened my right hand on her cleavage. She
couldn't stop that, lest her nipples become visible to my eyes. "Get away!" she insisted.
I kissed her. I felt my body crush into her as my lips hungrily went to meet hers. She
struggled to break the kiss, So I kissed around her lips and neck.
"Stop, stop." she kept saying. I let my hands fall from her clutched breasts. I
used them instead to pull down her shorts.
"STOP!" Heather screamed. I stepped back. Heather was still holding her
breasts, almost in defiance of the fact that I could now see her pussy.
She spread her left arm over her nipples and pulled up her shorts with her free
right hand. "Sit down! She yelled. She looked absolutely furious. I had gone too far. I
thought she was bending, but in fact she never lost sight of the game. I wondered if I
had just lost.
"Move. Go." She pointed to the kitchen. I went in, uncertain what she was
going to do.
The cabin had an old-style stove. Wrought-iron, I guess, though I really don't
know much about stoves! But it looked like it could be a hundred years old. I felt
Heather's hand on my back. A smooth, magic touch that guided me more than pushed
me to the front of that stove.
"Turn around." she said. I did, and looked at her close to me. She had grabbed a
towel and draped it over her shoulders. She no longer needed her hands to conceal
those most evasive nipples. She knelt before me, and I instantly though of her mouth
moving to my cock, but didn't feel I would be that lucky. She moved past me and I
heard a clicking sound. In a quick motion I felt her take my arm, then suddenly close a
piece of metal around my wrist. She had handcuffed me to the stove!
"What are you doing?" I asked. I let her do the second arm. My curiosity
overruled my resistance. I couldn't wait to see what she had in mind!
Without a word, Heather got back to her feet - holding the towel tight against
her chest - and left the kitchen.
"Heather?" I asked, expecting her return. A few moments passed. "Heather?"
Where was she? I tested the strength of the bonds, and realized I was going nowhere
without her help. A few minutes passed - still no sign of her. I knew she hadn't left - at
least not through the front door - but I began to suspect she wasn't happy with my
earlier aggressiveness.
She finally came back into the room. Fully dressed. She was pulling the sleeves
of her suit jacket down to her wrists. Her lipstick looked fresh, and her eyes never
turned to me.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You lost."
She was leaving! I had failed! I took a long stare at her. She was dressed as
though she had just come from the office. A short, gray skirt. A matching jacket and
shiny blouse. Black heels. She looked incredible, but I instantly wanted to see her in the
less-dressed state I had become accustomed to.
"Heather, no please! Don't go!"
"You broke the rules. You tried to fuck me. You performed actions not
indicated on any cards."
"I'm sorry! You just got me so hot! Look at you! Look at how incredible you
are! I just lost control."
"And how do I know you wouldn't lose control again?"
"Well, for one thing you've got me handcuffed! What can I do like this?"
"True." She looked at me and finally smiled again. Just a little smile, but a
smile just the same.
"You have performed some misdeeds." She said. "But if you're sincere in your
desire to behave, and are willing to accept punishment, then I might consider giving
you a second chance."
"Punishment?" I asked.
"Just tell me, yes or no, if you are willing to accept punishment."
I was afraid to ask what that might be, especially considering my current bound
state. Even if I did ask, I was sure she wouldn't tell me.
Heather walked up to me. She leaned against me lightly. Her breasts were just barely
making contact. Her perfume cascaded of her skin. He thought I could sense heat
between her legs. My thoughts grew sharp and short. I couldn't think. Just her presence,
that close to me sent shivers through my body.
Heather again knelt in front of me. Again I imagined her sweet, lip-stick
reddened lips around my cock. I felt her hands work at the button on my pants, then
unzip them. She pulled off my belt, and then my pants and underwear. My cock sprung
into view, and bounced only inches from her lips. She moved to it. so close to it. Her
eyes examined the head, the length, and the girth. Her tongue slid over her lips and she
looked like she was about to lick me, but she refrained. Her fingers came up, about to
caress me, but they again never made actual contact. I noticed some cleavage down her
shirt, and she caught me looking down her blouse.
Suddenly her hand closed around my shaft. Hard! I winced from the strength of
her grip, but she let go before I could really react.
"Did I say you could look at my tits?"
"Uh, no." I stammered.
"Well, do you want to see them? Do you just want to do whatever you want and
not care about how I feel about it?"
Her mood as changed. She seemed absolutely enraged! I didn't know how to
answer. She tore open her blouse. Her breasts bobbed wildly in the pink bra I had seen
earlier. My cock grew even more wanting.
"Look!" she yelled. She moved to me. She held her arms in the air. My eyes
locked on the sight of her breasts raising and heaving with her breath. I instinctively
went to touch them - to cup them in my hands. Of course, I was still bound, and my
hands remained useless.
She jiggled in front of me, almost a dance. Her nipples were just out of reach.
She moved a chair from the table in front of me and climbed on it. She knelt over. Her
breasts separated a bit form her chest, dangling now right in front of my eyes! She put
her hands on my shoulders so she could lean even further. I could see straight down her
body, entirely between her tits. My tongue exited my mouth, hoping to at least get the
slightest taste of her flesh.
But she remained just out of reach.
"Got you going, didn't it?" she said with a sneer. "You must be pretty satisfied.
She re-buttoned the blouse and started to turn to the door. 'Guess I can leave now, you
must be spent."
"No! Oh, God, Heather, I'm dying! I'm so hard! Please, I need to feel you!"
She took my belt and whipped it against my side.
"Shut up!" she screamed. "do as your told, God damn it!"
My lips became frozen. Her eyes were blazing at me.
"It's all about what you want, isn't it? I suppose you want to see my pussy
again? That you want to rip this skirt right off of y body?" It was true, I did! "Let me do
it for you!"
Heather forcefully yanked her skirt down. Alas, her blouse fell low enough to
cover the gorgeous spot between her legs. The blouse had slits in the sides, shaped like
^ at the very bottom. As a result, I could see high up her legs and just a touch of the
pink panties she had been wearing when she first arrived.
She started turning. Her legs look unbelievable in the light. So slender. So
smooth. So perfect and wonderfully hot. Legs like that seemed to guarantee a
wonderful cunt. Heather bent over and lifted her blouse. I looked at the smooth pink
satin spread across her ass, and felt the intense throb of want shoot through me. She
turned to me again, playing with the blouse so that I got various glimpses of her
panties. She sat on the floor in front of me, rested on her back, and spread her legs for
me. They were aloft. Her feet came to rest against me, and I looked past my hardened
cock standing stiffly in the air and down the length of those wonderful legs and to the
final destination. Her cunt looked so vulnerable. So ripe for the taking. If only I didn't
have these handcuffs!
Her hand slipped inside her panties. I could see the bulges of her fingers press
inside her cunt.
"Oooh!" she moaned. "Oh, yeah, oh, God! My pussy feels so good!" She was
killing me! I couldn't even masturbate or take away any of the pain in y cock with my
own hands. I was bucking my hips, trying to find some satisfaction and relief just in the
air!
"Uhh! Uhh! Ohh!" she moaned again. "My pussy is so tight! So good! I wanted
to scream to her. Beg her to let me fuck her! This was torture! Her legs on me. Her
open path to her pussy right before my eyes! But I was helpless to take her! Unable to
ravage her.
"Oh, imagine what a cock would feel like in me. How good a hard length would
be in me!" She twisted on the floor, thrusting her hips. Her hands went to her blouse
and she rubbed her breasts fiercely through the silk.
"I'm sorry! Oh God, I'm sorry!" I wanted to stop my words for fear of reprisal,
but my voice was all that I still had control over. My cock was aching miserably. I had
never wanted to fuck even half as much as I wanted to fuck her right then. "I'll do
anything! Anything to please you!"
Heather stood up and I saw again the anger in her for my speaking. But she
didn't scream this time. She took her jacket off instead. In a moment, I had it over my
eyes. Now I couldn't even see her!
"This bra is itchy." she said. "I think I really need to bare my breasts. let
them breathe for awhile."
I heard the unsnapping of a clasp, and rustle of silken movement. The bra was
off. He breasts were bare.
"I think you have been talking to much, mister. I think you need to be gagged." I
felt the softness and support of a bra cup all at once as it forced its way into my mouth.
My tongue lapped at it hungrily as if it still believed it could taste her breast on the
pink.
Now I couldn't speak, I couldn't see, and I couldn't move.
"My panties are wet."
A low sound still made it from me. A RRRR-type sound that still expressed the
madness she was brewing in me.
"I can't keep touching my pussy." She said. "Oh, it feels so good. you should
see this!" RRRRR I grunted through the bra in my mouth! I could hear her! I could hear
her fingers in her juices! I could hear the finger penetration of her cunt! And I could
smell her smell mixing with the perfume in the air! I started shaking uncontrollably. I
bounced my cock up and down as noticeably as I could, praying she would see my
desperate need for her and she would feel her own desperate need in her cunt. I didn't
care if she plunged herself onto me while I was still blind and immobile! I just needed
to feel her cunt! To penetrate her cunt! God, I needed to fuck her!
Then a touch. It seemed almost accidental. Something had brushed against my
cock!
"Oh, they're so wet!" she said. "Don't you agree?" I felt it again! It was her
panties! She had taken them off and lightly rubbed them into my quivering penis!
And I could feel their wetness! I felt her fluids on the very tip of my hardness.
She slid them down my shaft. They were hanging there, on my cock, as though it was a
coat-hanger!
The brief feeling had been wonderful, but it made me oh-so-want more. The
sensation of her panties resting on my cock was even more maddening than the absence
of sensation I had known before. She slid them, up my cock and back down. RRRR, I
wailed through her bra! More! MORE! MORE!!!!
She was moving around me. Her nakedness as surrounding me. I was growing
feint. I couldn't rack anymore exactly where she was, just that she was all a round me.
Those slender legs. those round, soft breasts, those full red lips. She was moaning
as she circled. whimpering. She made the softest, deepest sounds of sex and delight I
had ever heard. Little sounds like a finger brushing against her clit or the soft feel of
teeth gently clamping on a nipple. It was cock sounds. Not the wild moaning of a cock
thrusting into her pussy. No, it was simple little turn-ons. Little touches, little actions. I
loved to hear her. I wanted so desperately now to give those sensations to her so I could
hear those sounds over and over.
I collapsed to the floor - -the handcuffs allowed it. I sat there, head down, as my
body passed the mode of normal feeling. My desperation for her was so great I was
powerless to think or move.
She took the bra from my mouth. She stood above me. I think her pussy was
right in front of me. and she began lashing me with the bra. I could feel the cup
impacting my body all over. It felt wonderful with just a slight mix of pain when she
landed it particularly hard. She hit my penis with it, my chest, my cheeks.
"Bad, bad boy." she kept saying. "Bad, bad, boy." I knew now I couldn't fail
her again. If she would just let me have her, I wouldn't fail her again. Anything to
please her. anything.
I think a minute or so passed before I realized I was no longer suffering the
whipping of the bra. I didn't fully realize it until the jacket came off, and Heather was
before me.
Heather stood in front of me in the same pink bra and panties that had started
the game, and that she had showed me in glimpses just moments before. She looked
exquisitely beautiful standing there with her arms crossed. I knew she was watching my
eyes. The darted over her. her breasts. her pussy. her shoulders. her legs. her
pussy again. My mind wanted to get back to sanity. The deprivation of her beauty and
the numbing sensations she had induced slowed my response. My cock was at full
attention, demanding it be given some relief, but my mind was beaten and tired.
I looked again at her tits. I studied her cleavage and the play of light over the
curves. I saw the lines in her bra cup and how they were perfectly molded to her
breasts. I couldn't see her nipples at all but my mind delighted in guessing their exact
location and size. Slowly, I felt that mad lust coming back - yet I felt I was more able
to control it.
"Do you think you can behave?" she finally asked.
"Yes." I replied. Just a simple answer, no pleas.
She walked up to me and took my cock in her hands. She played with it. She
jerked me off a little bit. I remained as rigid as my shaft - the only motion I would
allow myself was the opening of my mouth for gasping breath.
"You can put this in my cunt, if you behave. You know that don't you?"
I nodded. Right now I wanted her red lips around it, but I remained quiet.
She stepped back from me, ready to administer one last test. She undid her bra,
then removed it from her body. I was looking at her breasts. Her naked breasts. I saw
the pink of her nipples, the full jiggle of uncovered pleasure. She stepped to me,
unconcerned with her bobbing breasts. She picked up a key from the table, and undid
one handcuff. She looked at me, waiting to see if I would grab her breast or something
else. I did not. I could not. I would not risk her wrath again.
She undid the second cuff, and I was free. I stood obediently before her.
"Follow me in a few moments." She said. "Just a few more moments. One last
room. And you can have my cunt."
She turned and headed down the hall. I gave her those few moments, at least
some of them. But very quickly I was ready to collect on her promise.
She had me instantly this time. She hadn't bothered to redress the top portion of
her body. Instead, she stood mischievously bare breasted in front of me. She had
changed her panties to a silky red, and added some white thigh-highs to complete the
beautiful image.
Out of respect (and the fact I could barely stand), I dropped to me knees and
crawled to her. There was a raw sexuality to her, yet an apprehension to her nakedness
as if there was still some chance I wouldn't find her completely beautiful. I looked at
her exposed nipples for the second time, and instantly felt the twitching of my lips to
suck them. She was so exposed to me. She was so in need of me to wrap my arms
around her. protect her from the cold. reassure her with gentle kisses and soothing
caresses. I better understood her now, and how to please her. And I was in need of the
excitement and pleasure my penis would give upon entering her cunt.
Heather sat on the bed and motioned for me to crawl to her. She took my head
in her hands and began rubbing her fingers through my hair. She brought her left breast
barely an inch from my eye. I could see its tiniest detail, right down to the circles in her
nipple. She made an extra effort to jiggle the breast, all to tease me as the nipple poked
randomly into my face. My mouth hung open, ready for it to fall into the trap.
Her hands moved to my chest. Her face moved in front of mine, and I noticed
the deep red of her lipstick. I wanted to see that lipstick on my cock, smeared and
smudged by her sucking mouth. She smiled at me lusciously as her hands spread over
my chest, then began unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes closed and my body flinched as
her fingers moved on my nipples and swirled down my body. I wasn't thinking much
with the pleasure, but half-thought that it was unfair she had free roam of my body by I
had to play her game to experience hers. But I didn't mind the game, so I didn't raise
an objection.
Heather began kissing my chest and licking my nipples. I had been certain I
would get to hers before this, but she was proving quite clearly she wasn't always what
I thought. My cock seemed to scream for attention, begging and pleading in silent
demands to be given the attention next. I wanted to feel her smooth, gentle hands
wrapped around my swelled shaft. And melt at the touch of her delicate lips and tongue
on my top.
She did move her hands to between my legs, but only with a feather-touch. A
mere casual brush was all. Her fingers made my penis feel like it was expanding
beyond its limits. I was desperate to be free of my pants. Desperate to be humping her.
She did undress me. Her hands hooked into my pants and slid them down along
with my underwear. She pushed me to lie flat on the floor as she did so, and soon I was
naked, flat on my back, with my cock pointing up like a fiery-hot flare.
She sat on me.
She carefully moved onto my, pushing my cock beneath her and up against my
stomach. It was directly against her panties. I could sense the heat between her legs.
The wetness and readiness of her pussy. She leaned further forward, and her dangling
breasts softly made contact with my chest. My sensitive skin could easily locate the her
hardened nipples amidst the softness.
She continued to meld her body against mine. Rational thought was no longer a
power of my mind. I was lust incarnate. Pure want for her and her body. Pure sexual
energy waiting to pulse inside her end explode within her. I felt I could see us from
above, her taut panties reflecting the dim light as the silk curved along her ass and
disappeared where my body began. I felt I could see from underneath us, where her
panties so beautifully converged on her pussy and wrinkled with the indention of my
cock pressed so firmly against pussy.
Heather kissed me. Her sweet lips moved against mine and held for a satisfying
moment. I no longer knew time, or could measure the pleasure she was giving me. The
moment went beyond consciousness and into the soul of my sexuality. She slid off me,
leaving me still stunned and bewildered. She motioned to me, then let herself fall back
on the bed.
I made it to my knees, and moved to join her. Suddenly I realized something.
The bed was covered in cards.
They were everywhere. Some had fallen from the bed when she fell into them.
Some were now covering portions of her legs and arms. She was smiling at me. She
was ready for me. But I had one step to go.
I could fuck her right? This was the moment where we would finally have sex.
Right? I frantically began turning over the cards looking for that final word. Fuck.
Hump. Penetrate. Insert. Whatever it was, I was desperate to find it. So many empty
cards! I kept turning, straining my eyes to see if there was any hopeful lettering on
either side. So many, I was getting insane! How could I find it? How long would it
take? I wanted her NOW! I had to have her NOW! Oh, God, where was the card??
It was at her side. An innocent place, really. I lifted it. Turned it over then right
side-up.
Yes.
That was her message. No dirty word or trivial capturing of the act of sex. Yes.
Yes I could have her. Yes I could make love to her.
I mounted my Heather. My arms went between hers and up her back. My cock
slid against her still-pantied pussy. I twisted, and moved her on top of me. She giggled
and sighed a deep, sexual sound as she, too, neared the end of her will. She moved first.
A slight humping motion against my hungry body. I felt the tickle of pubic hair against
my cock. Her panties had slid down ever so-slightly. I took the cue, and began moving
her against me, rubbing her pussy against me, using the friction to inch her panties
downward. We were already moaning. Moaning like lovers in the peak of penetration
and we didn't even have her underwear of yet!
Another move and I felt wetness. Her cunt was almost free. I positioned her
against my penis, ready for the final slither. Heather whimpered in anticipation. We
moved together.
Heather's red panties gave way and in the same motion my penis entered her
vagina. I screamed. She screamed. With the full power of my lungs I voiced a pleasure
beyond any I had ever known. I was in Heather. My cock was in her cunt. I felt the
warm, excited wetness welcome and surround me. It squeezed me with love and want. I
held the push-in. The simple act of entering her excelled the repeated fucking of any
woman I had humped before. It was HEATHER! The girl who had inspired and
captivated me for so long. The girl I was desperate to have. It was her voice crying out.
It was her warm flesh and jiggling breasts I was feeling.
Leaving her cunt was renewed desperation to return. I pushed my self into her
again. And again. AND AGAIN! My body was working its fastest. I slid in and out of
Heather as though we were created together. A perfect set with a perfectly matching
pussy and cock. My body was alive where hers touched me, and desperate where it did
not. Our cries wrapped together in an invisible copy of our bodies. We humped and
fucked and moaned at the extreme of our talents. Crazed with lust, filled with
passion. We melted into each other, becoming the definition of sex into the night. I
came in her. Collapsed on her. I relaxed beside her, knowing that we would make love
again. After all, we had the whole weekend. A whole weekend of sitting by the fire,
sipping wine, and staring at heather's naked body.
And if Heather had her way, a whole weekend of playing games.
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