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>From a Chat room to this..... (MF, cons, sexual torment, light
bondage)
The Legal Mumbo Jumbo
The attached work is intended as entertainment for adults in
locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location,
or if you are a minor, DO NOT READ. This story is copyright 1999
by Deacon_Blue_2000. It may be re-posted on any free newsgroup or
archived on any free website. It may not be placed anywhere that
charges admission in any form.
Preface and Acknowledgements
I would like to start out by saying that except for this
preface, and a few lines here and there, I did not write this
story. The story was written by my lady friend, whom I met in an
over 40 Chat room. We hit it off right from the start, and this
story is about our first meeting. We live about 700 miles apart,
so we chatted several months before actually meeting. In the
course of those conversations, we each expressed some of our
sexual fantasies, and the following story is how we acted out
those fantasies. I hope you enjoy the story and we hope to soon
have some new experiences to share with you. We are first time
posters, so any comments or suggestions would be appreciated, and
all flames will be ignored.
I would also like to give a big hearty THANK YOU to Doktor
Wu, who writes the Tiffany series. In one of Doktor Wu's stories,
Tiffany is forced to strut her stuff around a mall with Ben Wa balls
strategically placed. This intrigued me, and it became the main
vehicle of my sexual torment of my dear lady friend, and as she
will testify in this story, they do create the desired effect.
Looking forward to your next posting Doktor Wu !
>From a Chat room to this....
The first time he kissed me all I could think of was how far we'd
come in such a short amount of time. In a very 90's way, we met
in an Internet chat room. During the two months before our
meeting, we became friends; friends who were looking at finding
more. Our conversations would hint at sex and intimacy, and as
our first weekend together approached we openly discussed our
fantasies. The details of those conversations escape me now, but
I remember being tempted by this out of the ordinary experience.
Our first night was very sweet, and soft, and warm...conversation,
the usual fumbling as we learned about each other, the soft sighs
from each of us as we climaxed. As I drifted off to sleep I smiled
knowing that the next day would be full of surprises.
I remembered the plan while we were eating breakfast...the
"Science Experiment" was to take place today. I looked at the Ben-
Wa balls sitting across the table-thought about how hard they
were, and how they would knock around inside me. What sensations
would I feel? Just imagining the possibilities made me squirm a
bit in my chair. I was going to slide them into me and later that
afternoon, we would complete his fantasy set before me in our
chats.
And when it was time to put them in, I considered whether this
should be a effort of the two of us....I had a vision of him
bending down, parting me, sliding one, then two of them deep
inside me...I wondered if I would gasp feeling how large they
were, or if it wouldn't be until I began to move about that I
would feel them start to stir things up. They felt heavy in my
hand and I was anxious to put them in their place. I had the
lubricant all ready to use....however the anticipation had gotten
the juices going and I was already very wet and slippery. They
slid in one, then two...and I felt my muscles
close around them, holding them tight. I loved the idea of our
secret that we shared, and looked forward to the day ahead of us,
and the knowing smirk on his face. Little did I know the effect
they would have.
They made their presence known right away....there was a fullness,
not uncomfortable, inside of me..and as I walked about the house I
began to feel a quiet tingle throughout my body. It was a soft,
quiet feeling that grew very slowly. Each step made it a bit
stronger. I could feel my nipples start to harden, and the
wetness grow as well. I felt just warm and cozy all over; I began
to wonder what would happen when I was sitting in the car. I
almost went to him, took his hand, and placed it on my crotch; I
wanted him to feel the effects of the balls inside me, to know
that his plan was starting to work.
Sitting in the driveway discussing the day's plan, things settled
a bit..I found that throughout the day when we were seated, the
tingling subsided somewhat, just brief hits, enough for me to know
that those smooth round balls were moving back and forth inside me
causing me to consider putting finger on my clit and rubbing
gently.
I wanted to feel the vibrations of the road beneath me, so I
waited....As the car moved along, the car, the road, and I seemed
to be one. Every bump, ripple, stop and go made my insides move,
and sent hits to various body parts...my nipples, my clit; or on
the bumpiest parts, the shots would nearly take my breath away. I
stumbled as I spoke, and fidgeted in my seat. I looked at him with
that smile, and sighed-loudly. The balls seemed to have a
cumulative effect...bump after bump the tension inside me built. I
could feel my clit get harder and harder..and the ache began. All
I wanted to do was reach down, slide my hand into the wetness and
cum, easing the tension that seemed to want to push me over the
edge. But instead I rode along beside him, with a gasp here, a
sigh there, and watched his knowing smile broaden as the
vibrations and their effects increased. This went on and on...I
was soo hot, my pussy was full and so sensitive. I wanted to
wiggle down in my seat, and moan, beg him to take me and fuck me
hard in that gravel parking lot of the market we were going to
walk through.
Being out of the car, and away from the constant vibrations
throttled things back a bit, and the easy, sensual sensations were
wonderful. Walking around in public, among the Saturday shoppers,
heightened the intensity of it all. Did these people know how I
felt? Could they tell that my clit was swollen and ready to
explode? Did they realize that had he offered, I would have made
myself cum right there, the urgency was so strong. When I entered
the public bathroom to reposition the balls, I gently pulled them
from me, and felt wash of juices come sliding out and over my
trembling hand...and the shot to my clit as they slid by was
agonizing. Again, I wanted to drag him into the bathroom, slide
his cock into me, and be fucked against the wall. I wanted and
needed to put a stop to this torment that he had imagined for me.
I began to wonder if it had been a good idea to come here, to put
myself in the hands of this man I had met less than 24 hours ago.
But the relief that I wanted so desperately, was not to be for he
had other plans for me...I now had to endure lunch in a
neighborhood restaurant. Happy families enjoying their time
together, while I sat focused on this ache inside me. I needed to
get out of there, to race home, and have him take me. I tried to
make conversation while I shifted my position, trying to relieve
hot, aching feelings inside me. The balls moved with every
muscle twitch. I could barely think of anything but the upcoming
afternoon relief that was in store. Again, I wanted to go home
then and there. I was not sure what the second half of the fantasy
was, but I knew I needed to cum, and I needed to cum soon.
When we got home, he lead me upstairs and told me to remove my
clothes. He was very forceful in his demeanor. After I slipped
out of my blouse, bra, short skirt, and panties he ordered me to
lie on the bed, to close my eyes, and not to make a sound.......He
tied each arm and each leg to a bedpost, and then he blindfolded
me, and left me for what seemed like hours. I struggled with the
bonds in a vane attempt to get my fingers to my pussy, stroke my
clit and finally reach the orgasm that had been denied me all
morning. I heard him quietly reenter the room and felt the faint
touch of the lightest feather. I started to writhe and squirm
beneath it. He would remove the feather and ignore my pleas for
release. My clit was hard, wet, and felt like fire. He moved an
ice cube to it...I shuddered at the intenseness. I felt his mouth
on my swollen nipples, licking and sucking them, sending shivers
of pleasure through my body. The melting ice seemed to move from
my clit to my nipples, and return. The sensations were
everywhere..I couldn't focus, I needed him on me, and in me. My
moaning rang in my ears and seemed to echo off the walls. The hot,
the cold, the light touch, and the ice...when would it cease? I
struggled, I begged, but I remained tied. I could not escape the
bonds of his teasing torment. My pleas and promises became more
intense. "Please fuck me! Fuck me hard! Now, please..." I
begged. The feather continued to torment my body. He asked me,
"What will you let me do if I let you cum?" In a quivering voice
I replied, "Anything, just let me cum!" "Anything?" he asked.
"Yes, ANYTHING!!!!," I moaned.
The bonds on my legs are eased and I signed knowing relief was
within my reach,
but I quickly felt my legs being pulled over my head and re-tied
to the headboard. My pussy was now fully exposed to him. Fear
and aching once again gripped me. I was defenseless against a man
I considered my friend, but who in reality I had just met
yesterday. Was I insane? Someone from an Internet chat group, had
me bound and spread in his bedroom and I had no control. He moved
on the bed, and my dread built as I heard him rummaging through a
nearby chest. He laughed quietly and climbed up next to me,
setting the Ben Wa balls back into motion. I tensed up, unsure of
what was in store for me. I could feel the cool night air on my
pussy, my clit was wet and hard. The ache and desire were pushing
me close to the edge. I was torn between apprehension and the
overwhelming need to cum.
He moved between my spread legs and just then I heard the
unmistakable sound of a vibrator coming to life. My heart began
to race..I was not sure how much more I could take. My hands and
legs were bound; I was at his mercy. He began by rubbing the
vibrator across the right side of my pussy lips, then down to my
ass, and back up the opposite side...I thought I would faint from
the sensations running through me. I wanted to beg him to put the
vibrator on my clit, and push it down hard, making my body
explode. I groaned loudly..my hands straining against the bonds.
Once again, I begged him to fuck me, to use his hands, his cock,
whatever on my wetness. He chuckled, and moved the vibrator to my
clit. A brief touch, but one that made me scream. I drew my legs
up higher, hoping he would now plunge deep into me. With the
vibrator lightly pressed to my clit, he began to lick the lips of
my pussy. His tongue was every where. I lost all sense of time and
place. I was trapped in the feeling that seemed to build beyond
the point of reason. My mind exploded...all of the day's moments
wrapped into one long, intense orgasm.
As I begin to recover, he slowly pulled the Ben Wa balls out of my
pussy; first one, then the other. As the second ball is removed
a flood of cum flowed from inside and down upon me. I felt his
tongue seek out my hard, swollen clit and draw it into his mouth.
My body was on fire as he started to suck gently on my throbbing
clit...running his tongue around the tip.....My body convulsed; I
felt myself go over the edge again and scream out. My breathing
was ragged and deep, I could not catch my breath. I felt myself
wanting more, but sure that I was unable to take it.
He untied the bonds that held me, and gently kissed my lips. We
stayed in that place for a long time...kissing each other,
holding, caressing. His hands on my tits, sliding down my
stomach..my hands rubbing down his back, across his stomach and to
his cock. I felt it throb and grow with each caress. I wanted him
inside me, to have him make love to me after that day of delicious
torment. We made love to each other as if there was no other
place, no tomorrow, only the here and now.
As I drifted off into a blissful sleep I felt him gently kiss my
forehead and say " Remember, you promised me anything, and I plan
to collect on that, tomorrow."
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