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 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 frm 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
ahd 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 clsoe 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, yeha, 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 maone 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 he rpussy 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 miserbaly. 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. Justa simple asnwer, 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 Iw as
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 move dfirt. 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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