The elevator glides smoothly upward and the numbers tick over, 23, 24, 25... I'm already nervous, and the dim, mirrored interior of the elevator cage isn't helping matters. 36, 37, 38... I bite my lip and hope my teeth aren't smudging the lipstick I've painstakingly applied. It's a deep red, almost black. I chose it because it compliments my dark olive skin. 52, 53, 54... I close my eyes and take a deep breath, stretching my spine upwards and relaxing as I exhale, long and slow. 71.
The elevator chimes, the doors open and I step carefully forward.
"Well, well, if it isn't my Mediterranean beauty, only... ten minutes late." The gruff voice booms from my left, just out of view. I'm frozen in place, staring ahead down the short hall.
"I'm sorry, Julius, I missed my bus. I couldn't help it." My voice is small, and I continue to stare ahead, but I keep my body upright. I wait for a reply. And wait. The pause stretches on, and just as I begin to think he must have slipped into the elevator and left unheard;
"That's okay, can't be helped. First door on the left, you know the drill. I'll be with you shortly."
I nod curtly, sending my hair shaking. My hair is a chocolate brown and very long, down as far as my waist. Today I have it tied up into a pony tail that sticks out from high on the back of my head, and my nod sends a ripple right down it. I pause to hear his reaction, a wistful sigh, before stepping forward to the door. I smile, Julius does love my hair.
Inside the room is almost bare, only a low stool for furniture. The room is small and square, only a few meters on each wall. I haven't been into this room before and it's quite a shock. Two of the walls are complete glass windows. The view of the cityscape below is breathtaking. Cars are tiny toys and people so small as to be almost invisible. Between the dark looming shapes of the neighboring skyscrapers, I can see out across the sea of lights that is the suburbs all the way to the oily black of the ocean, illuminated under the floodlights of the docks.
I edge closer to the windows and look down the surface of the building we are in. It plunges away beneath and vertigo takes a grip on my heart. I stumble backward but soon regain my footing and collect myself. First things first, I can enjoy the view later. I take a seat on the stool and remove my sneakers, leaving my socks on, thin black cotton. I place my shoes in a little box by the door and remove my watch, sending it to join my shoes. I quickly check myself, but I'm not wearing any more jewellery, I know better than to bring it here.
I'm ready now, so I spin around on the stool to take a look around the room. The two solid walls are painted a sheer black with a slight gloss, and the lights are out, though the glow from the city and the nearby buildings light the room in a dim radiance. In the middle of the floor are two white lines, parallel and about two meters apart. On the ceiling above the first line is a ring from which a long thin chain hangs.
Julius will be here soon, so I begin to prepare myself. Really there isn't much I can do besides calm my nerves. I take deep breaths and sit up straight on the stool, trying to quiet my racing heart, to no avail. I can hear footsteps, and I double check my position and place my hands flat on my thighs, sitting up straight.
The door clicks open behind me and he steps silently inside. Another click follows. I wait patiently.
"Hard day at the office?" he asks gently in his rumbling voice. I smile to myself. I like to hear the small talk he puts on first, it helps put me at ease.
"Yeah, a real tough one."
"Let me help you relax then, you sound like you need it."
I feel his presence approach me and then his strong hands rest gently on my shoulders, sending a thrill through me like an electric shock. Then they grip me firmly and he begins to massage the tension out of my muscles. I can feel the worries that have built up over the day melt away.
"You're underdressed as usual Renee."
That's true. I'm wearing dark blue jeans and a navy blue baby doll tee shirt with an @ logo on the front.
"I do like your style though."
I smile at that. He can't keep up his stern facade for even a minute with me. His strong, rough hands work their way along my shoulders and up the flanks of my neck. I lift my chin and arch my head back. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling as he caresses the sensitive skin of my neck. He works all the way up until he is cupping my chin in his hands, then reverses direction and descends back to my shoulders. When Julius finally finishes, he leaves my neck and shoulders thrumming from his attention.
"Better?" he asks.
I nod contentedly, more than pleased with the tingle that runs through my body, centering between my legs where a hot flush has developed. I'm conscious of my nipples peaking through the fabric of the baby doll tee shirt.
"Shall we begin then?"
"Yes, let's," I say. My apprehension has evaporated.
"Okay, step up to the far line then."
I do so, my feet at either end of the line, a bit more than shoulder width apart. I'm close to the glass now and the view is magnificent. The floor and ceiling are tiny slivers in the edge of my vision and I feel as though I'm floating, adrift in space. A light clatter of metal on metal breaks my reverie.
Julius is shifting the chain above my head. I look up to see one end descending toward me. Soon it hangs before my face and I can see a pair of velvet loops attached to the end. I reach up and slip my hands through, it's obvious what he's about to ask.
"Good girl."
Though I can't see him, I imagine he's nodding his head encouragingly. The clatter resumes and the cuffs ascend, taking my arms with them. They rise steadily until I'm forced to put my feet together to make up the height. Still it rises, until I'm tottering on my toes, every muscle and joint in my body straining upward, my entire being stretched out between the floor and the chain above. It stops and I sense Julius move about me. He glides into my field of view for the first time this evening.
Julius is tall. Very tall. I'm six foot but he towers over even me by a least a head. He's wearing a black business suit over his powerful frame, with a dark blue shirt and a broad, deep red tie. His face is strong with angular features and a fine layer of stubble. Julius's hair is strawberry blonde and cut neatly in a short back and sides style with a messy fringe. Cool blue eyes regard me casually.
The position I'm in, with my arms raised high above my head, has drawn my ample breasts up and outward and they've taken the shirt with it, revealing a board strip of my midriff. Julius steps forward so that his face is just inches from mine and I can feel his warm breath wash over me. He looks down into my eyes.
"You are beautiful Renee."
I feel a little rush in my stomach and a smile forms quickly on my lips. Though I suppose I should know it anyway, it does feel good to hear someone say those words.
"Your beautiful face, all wide eyes, dark lashes and soft features..." he takes my waist in his strong hands and runs his thumbs along my stomach, which is taut and flat. Butterflies flutter beneath his touch, which sweeps up to skim the edges of my navel. He looks deeply into my eyes as he speaks.
"Your lovely smooth stomach..." his rumbling voice continues quietly. He walks around to my side, regarding my profile leisurely. "Your perfect round breasts and their lovely nipples." Julius wanders further in his circle, and I feel his hands rest on my ass, rubbing softly through the thick fabric of my jeans. "Your ass, not too large or small, and such a beautiful shape." His hands depart my rear and I feel a light tug on my hair. "My personal favorite, your long, soft hair. I don't think we need this..." He pulls off the lackey holding my hair up and my tresses collapse down my back, thick and full. He strokes them for a few moments before reaching up beneath my hair to firmly grasp the nape of my neck. He begins a gentle massage, pulling lightly on my hair where it meets my skin. It sends tingles down my spine and elicits a tiny gasp from my lips. When he is satisfied that I've had enjoyed enough of this he releases my head and leans forward to whisper in my ear:
"And your soft, dusky skin, Renee. Let's see a bit more of it shall we?" Julius slides his hands across my stomach to grip my shirt, and peels it upward. Cool air tickles my newly bared flesh as he lifts the fabric, higher and higher, until he reaches the swell of my breasts and pauses. "My favorite part." He moves around in front of me and resumes, exposing my breasts. "No bra, I approve..." The shirt lifts my breasts up and then finally lets them drop, bouncing and jiggling before Julius's rapt eyes. Still the shirt rises, around my head now, and I'm plunged into darkness from which I don't emerge. Julius stops with the shirt covering my eyes and extending up my arms. My hair is gathered inside it, sitting atop my head like some bizarre turban. Cool air washes over my exposed torso and I realize that I've lost track of Julius.
I feel his hands make contact on my waist, running up smoothly over the stretched muscles of my back to my shoulders. His hands run down again, touching my jeans, and then up on the other side, over my taut stomach and ribs to cup my breasts. He squeezes firmly, running his hands out until he can grip my small dark and very hard nipples between thumb and forefinger, and pulls them gently outward. The pleasure is intense, and it flows through my body, coalescing between my legs where a tiny shiver wracks my pussy. Tiny though it is, Julius notices the shiver between my legs and releases my breasts. I can hear his soft footfalls moving around to my front.
"Well, I almost forgot," he rumbles, resting his hands on my hips, his breath caressing my cheek, "your beautiful long legs. But we can't see much of them in these jeans can we?" He unbuttons the front I hear the zip move inexorably downwards. His breath brushes my stomach now, and it twitches slightly in reflex. He peels my jeans down and they slip easily from my hips, over the rise of my ass and down the length of my thighs. At my knees he stops.
"Well, what have we here?" Julius rumbles. "A surprise from my dusky maiden." I smile broadly as one finger loops into the g-string I'm wearing. "Very, very nice Renee. I think you've earned yourself something extra special tonight." He runs his finger along the line of the strap, over my hip to my ass. The g-string is a lacy black number, with a tiny triangle of lace poised just above my buttocks, pointing down between them, and another just barely covering my pussy, which is by now quite wet.
Julius pulls my jeans the rest of the way off, leaving me wearing my socks, the g-string and my tee shirt about my head. Suddenly I feel his lips on my collarbone and I jump inside myself. I had thought he was still kneeling before me.
He works downward slowly, slowly. By the time he reaches my nipples they're harder than they've ever been and the first slight brush of his lips is an incredible release, almost orgasmic. His hands grip my ass and rub slowly and firmly as he draws one nipple into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue while he sucks strongly. After a while he moves to the other nipple, then downwards across my torso towards my navel. He passes it and is now just inches from pussy, which is aching to be touched, to be licked and sucked. But he deviates, and his trail of kisses moves over to one thigh, by passing my pussy and its throbbing clit.
He keeps going down to my knee before moving up the other thigh, drawing close to my pussy again. I writhe, trying to bring my pussy to his face, but he holds me tightly by my ass cheeks.
Suddenly he stops, and I am left hanging, his saliva an icy chill across my body. I can hear nothing, until finally a clicking starts, and I'm lowered down onto my heels. It stops, and I am standing on the flats of my feet. The loops in which my wrists lay still stretch my arms high above my head. Though I hadn't noticed it before, my toes had actually gotten quite sore, and the release of pressure from them now is quite a relief. Though a brief one. Julius's voice sounds from behind me:
"Spread your legs, as far as you can."
Finally, he is going to attend to my besieged pussy. I eagerly spread them as far as I can reach, putting myself back on the tips of my toes. My pussy is soaked by now and as I part my legs my juices run down to the bottom of my pussy and I can hear a soft pit-pat as the excess drops fall to the floor.
Julius resumes his tender kissing, up the back of one leg from the ankle and over my calf, all the way to the small of my back. He lingers behind my knee and in the sensitive cleft beneath my ass, and repeats this on the other leg, as slow as is possible. Finally he halts, and I'm sure that now he will satisfy my aching pussy...
With his thumbs, Julius parts the cheeks of my ass and I feel cool air on the opening within. It's a long time before I feel his tongue tickle the entrance of my ass, and I twitch at the sudden brushing. I try to relax but it's impossible, the tension in my body has risen to such a pitch that only an orgasm can release it. His tongue strokes across my ass again, firmly this time, and I whimper. He begins a rhythm and the pleasure flows up my spine and out across my back until it engulfs my entire body. Though the feeling is exquisite, it's just not intense enough, and only increases the wanting in my pussy.
He continues for the longest time, until my whole body is quivering with the anticipation of my pussy being touched. Finally he stops, and his hands release my ass. I've lost track of him now, but if he's not kneeling before my pussy preparing to give it a thorough eating, I'll die from a hormone overdose anyway, so either way I'll get some relief.
A cool breeze passes over my pussy, chilling it lightly. Oh God, he's down there blowing on it. A shiver wracks my body and I can feel my pussy spasm. Another long, light gust passes over it and I moan softly. And then, finally, contact between my legs.
Julius's tongue touches my pussy at last, broadly and firmly at the very bottom by my opening. A geyser of pleasure rushes up through my body as his tongue sweeps upward. A second wave of pleasure chases the first, and it's so intense I feel darkness encroaching on my vision. When he reaches my clit the two waves join and I come instantly, a wild cry screaming out my lungs. He stops over my clit, sealing it in with his lips and sucking gently outward even as his tongue runs over it, again and again. My body shudders violently, sending my breasts bouncing and my hips forward, driving into Julius's face. He follows my lead, riding my clit with his tongue. I buck and shake, my body undulating between the floor, and the cuffs above my head like the finely struck string of a harp. Eventually the orgasm recedes and my body stills.
But Julius continues. After only seconds of respite a second orgasm wells up inside me. It's not nearly as intense as the last, but washes warmly across my now limp body, almost reassuring. Another follows close on its heels, a little stronger and longer, but with even less of a gap between it and the second. And another, immediately afterward, and on and on until they blend into one infinitely long orgasm, shaking my body in its hot grasp. A long moan runs out my lips as my body shivers and Julius diligently works between my legs. I feel my consciousness slipping slowly away under the unbearable pleasure. Just as I feel I'm about to pass out, Julius slows the stroking of his tongue and stops.
By now I'm hanging limply from the cuffs above me, drained of energy, my entire body trembling slightly. Julius's lips are upon mine and I can taste myself on them and on his tongue as it gently caresses mine. He pulls the shirt up from my head and I can see again, but even the dim light from the cityscape hurts my eyes, as they adjust from the darkness. My hair cascades down as Julius pulls my shirt past it and he carefully brushes it back behind my head. He moves around behind me and I gaze out on the cityscape spread so far below me. I wonder if many of the people down there experience pleasure as intense as that Julius gives me. I doubt it.
"I'm going to lower you a bit Renee, ready?"
I nod silently and he begins.
"Take your arms down when you're ready to."
I take the weight back on my feet and when the chain has a little slack I remove my wrists from the cuffs. My arms drop back by my sides and blood gushes into them, inducing instant pins and needles. I hadn't realized how numb they had become.
"Relax for a moment, I'll be right back Renee," Julius assures me.
I stretch and pace about a little, and strength returns to my muscles. It isn't long before Julius returns, carrying a thin black briefcase. He's stripped off his jacket and shirt, and I admire his chest, broad and smooth, with finely sculpted muscles, well defined against his bronze skin. I can see his cock, outlined in his pants, thick and long. I can't wait touch it. I smile and he smiles back, placing the case carefully on the little stool.
"Okay, Renee, turn around, I've got a little surprise you."
I do as he asks, and soon feel one of his hands resting on my hip.
"Bend over please."
I lean forward, gripping the chain for support and bend right down, pouting my ass out at him and spreading my legs wide. My hair falls down one side of my head, brushing the floor with its tips.
"How's that?" I ask playfully, looking back between my legs to where he stands.
"Very good, now eyes front, girl."
I do as he says, gazing out over the city. He pulls my hair back so that it lies atop me, reaching down almost to my ass. I feel his fingers between my cheeks, slick and wet. He slathers the lube around generously and I wait, the tension in my body rising. It's not long before I feel a pressure against my asshole, hard and smooth. It's too rigid and too small to be his cock; he must have brought a toy in the case. The pressure increases steadily and I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing myself to relax and allow it entry.
It slides in smoothly and quickly, in one long stroke my ass swallows it and it lies large inside me. I feel my ass close again, but not quite completely. Something is still in my asshole, but very thin, probably a cord connecting the body of the toy to the outside world.
"Can I look now Julius?" I plead.
"One moment."
I feel the toy draw back inside me, pressing firmly against the inside of my opening.
"Okay, take a look."
A thick mane of chocolate brown hair protrudes from between my buttocks, sticking out like the tail of a horse. I can't help but giggle, and Julius smiles down at me. He's taken his pants and underwear off and stands naked behind me. His member is huge and thickly veined, pointing directly towards my wet pussy, just inches separating them. I haven't had anything inside my pussy all night and the thought of his massive cock entering me fills me with excitement.
"My pony's got a mane," he strokes my hair, "and a tail..." which he pulls lightly, "is she ready to take me for a ride?"
I look at him over my shoulder through my dark lashes, and then look down to his thick cock.
"Oh yeah, I'm ready Julius. Ride me."
He moves forward and I watch as the head of his cock parts the outer lips of my pussy and presses forward. The barrage of orgasms earlier has left my pussy soaking wet and super sensitive. Despite his size and the toy in my ass, Julius's head slides easily in. He pauses and backs off a little, stopping to grip my waist firmly with both hands before taking his second stroke, burying his cock further inside me. He starts a series of half strokes, withdrawing an inch or so and then moving forward a couple, gradually working his cock all the way in.
The feeling of his member pressed hard inside of me at last is wonderful. My pussy grips it tightly, my juices suck about it as it plows steadily back and forward, sending waves of pleasure through me. When his entire length fills me and my ass presses against his hips with the tail cast to the side, Julius begins a slow pumping rhythm, drawing out almost to the limit of his length before slowly driving it all the way back in. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure through me.
"Better start off with a walk for my pony..." Julius murmurs. He continues, gradually increasing in speed until he says: "Up to a trot..." and increases the force of his thrusts, sending my breasts bouncing where they swing beneath me. As he speeds up to a canter I feel another orgasm building between my legs, gradually coming together and finally bursting out at the peak of one of Julius's strokes, when his cock is buried fully in my pussy. In the midst of the orgasm I can feel the toy inside my ass, his cock deep in my pussy and my muscles spasming around them both and I let out a series of shuddering gasps. As my orgasm settles back Julius speaks again:
"Time for a gallop I think." He speeds up; his thrusts pound into me faster and faster, sending my body rocking with each impact. I bite my lip to stop from crying out. With one hand he grips my tail at its base and pulls steadily. Ever so slowly the toy opens my asshole from within, until it is halfway through, poised within my opening. Julius's gallop continues and it's not long before another orgasm is rising within me.
Without warning Julius gives a loud grunt and stops at the peak of a thrust, still pulling my hips toward him as though he hopes to go deeper. I feel his cock jump deep inside me, a thick pulse that stretches me just a little further. Then he begins a frantic pumping, moving just a few inches with each thrust. I feel his cock pulsating inside my pussy and his hot come flooding out. The sensation pushes me over the brink and I come with him, my pussy's contractions matching the pumping of his member. My asshole spasms about the toy still poised halfway in its opening and I squirm and moan, Julius's firm grip on my waist holding me steady.
When our orgasms finally subside, Julius reaches down and grasps me by the hair, close to my neck, and draws me upright. His hands find my breasts and I turn my head to kiss him deeply. The kiss goes on for some time, our tongues exploring each other, questing about in our joined mouths as he caresses my breasts. When it eventually ends, he steps back and his thick cock slips out of me with a quiet sucking noise. He pulls softly on my tail and the toy plops out. I hear him draw in a deep breath and release it:
"So, same time next week, Renee?"
I smile widely and nod. "Yes please."
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