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Classification: MF, F/M, Fdom, cons, toys.
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Title: Frank's Return
Author: Broardlander
FM, F/M, Fdom, cons, toys, hetro
Frank drove steadily home from the airport. He was glad to be
back on English soil. He thought that Scotland was really a
foreign country, although the natives were friendly enough. He
had just spent the last week at one of those seminars where his
brown-nosing colleagues had made the most of it by using their
full vocabulary of corporate double-talk. His sex life seemed to
be slipping away from him. He was a faithful husband, he had no
intentions of straying, but he often let his imagination wander.
Alone in his hotel room, in the anaesthetic glow of a couple of
beers, he had focussed his fantasies around Jenny, a 20-something
well-educated lass, with a captivating smile and short blonde
hair. He could forgive her for being Scottish. He had imagined
a swift but highly lustful encounter with her as masturbated. He
contrived lustful thoughts about her, even in her un-sexy but
immaculate business skirt suit.
But now it was back to reality. Back to England, back to Jane.
He was hoping she'd missed him, missed him enough to jump on him
as soon as he walked in. It had happened before when he'd been
away. He felt a twinge in his trousers at the thought, but tried
not to let it develop, so that he wouldn't be disappointed. "It
won't happen," he thought to himself, "and if it does, well
that's a bonus, a surprise", who was he kidding? He could hope
couldn't he?
Jane greeted him with a loving kiss on the cheek and a short hug.
She then proceeded to tell him all about what she'd been up to.
Shopping with the "girls", and the trouble she'd had getting the
man out to fix the washing machine.... Frank soon lost interest,
back on his lustful train of thought, his mind flitting between
Jenny and Jane and then he realised that Jane had made her face
up. This was unusual for her when she wasn't going out. Perhaps
it was for the washing-machine repairman's benefit, Frank
remembered she'd made some lustful comment about him before. Then
another reason dawned in Frank's mind, perhaps it was for him,
perhaps his luck was in after all. The conflict in his head
started again "if you think about it - it won't happen" he told
himself. He couldn't stop, he was noticing Jane's breasts now,
her cleavage and her body, her long red hair...
"You're not listening to me are you?" Jane interrupted his
daydream. "Why don't you go and have a shower? Perhaps it'll
wake you up a bit." Next, Jane came close to hitting the nail
on head "I bet there were some good-looking women on that bloody
seminar thing! You were thinking about them weren't you, you?"
Embarrassed by her insight, Frank tried to defend himself
"Actually, my love, I was thinking about you". He stuttered,
albeit the truth, it didn't seem like it. He skulked off
awkwardly upstairs to the bathroom. Jane just folded her arms in
apparent indignation.
Frank shaved, brushed his teeth, and rinsed with mouthwash. He
climbed in the shower and took ages with the relaxing warm water
running down him. Eventually he turned off the water, and dried
himself, the towel was warm too, from the heated towel-rail. It
was very pleasant after the wintry cold, bleak darkness of
Dundee.
Frank walked naked and almost dry into the bedroom. The light
was on. "Did I leave it on?" he thought to himself. The dressing
table chair was by the corner of the bed. "I know I didn't move
that!"
"I'm going to teach you not to think of other women!" Jane's
voice boomed sternly behind him.
He was naked with no defence, no clothes, no dressing gown, no
towel. He turned and was completely stunned, surprised, and
above all aroused by what he saw.
She was in full sexual battle-dress, all black. 6-inch black
patent-leather stilettos, smooth black nylons with 4 inches of
lacy band at their tops, supported by a black suspender-belt
embroidered with a single red rose which peeked over top of her
soft black silk French-knickers. Her breasts seemed huge, as her
very ample 36 E's thrust themselves out of black lacy bra. Long
black soft lace gloves covered her hands to half way up her upper
arms. Her long red hair flowed around her shoulders, and her
face immaculately made-up, even better than when he saw it
downstairs. Her eyes twinkled with lust (and power). The shoes
made her tall, almost his height, but to him she seemed taller.
A wave of her heady perfume hit him, adding another dimension to
his sensual experience.
He took a step towards her.
She immediately put out her right hand palm facing him like a
traffic cop. His feet stopped, his torso stopped, his arms
stopped, but there was no stopping his cock. It was rising very
fast toward her. It knew what it wanted.
"I'll teach you!" Jane asserted. "I'll teach you to listen when
I tell you about my shopping trips with the girls. Do you like
what it bought?" She smoothed her hands over her body, her hands
touching first the opposite arms, then her breasts, and then
smoothing down her body to her thighs.
Frank couldn't answer; he was too stunned, too awestruck and too
aroused to speak. He started to open his mouth but she held a
lacy-gloved finger to her lips.
It was a rhetorical question. "I don't want you to speak. I want
you to obey!" She commanded. His mouth stopped its speech
movement and gulped for more air instead
His heart was pounding his chest his body needed more oxygen to
cope with this extraordinary scenario.
"Sit!!" She instructed like dog-owner commanding her faithful
puppy.
He was compliant, he turned his body away from her but not his
eyes, as he felt for the chair and sat down. He was staring at
this vision hardly daring to blink as not to miss a single
millisecond.
She strode right round the chair glaring at him, but still that
twinkle in her blue eyes.
She leaned over him from his left supporting herself with her
left hand on his right knee. She gripped his shaft firmly in her
right hand her eyes staring straight into his.
She used her thumb to massage the swollen veins on the underside
of his engorged shaft. His lust intensified. "I see you do like
what I bought. Hmmm?" She purred knowing her power was absolute.
Frank raised a hand towards her right breast.
She immediately slapped it away. "No touching for you. No! You
mustn't touch me and you mustn't touch yourself. Is that clear?"
He nodded meekly. Both his arms dropped down straight.
She moved right in front of him, kneeling between his knees. She
grasped his cock in her gloved right hand again. Then she
extended her moist pink tongue from her painted lips and slowly
lowered her head, tilting her neck back so she could continue to
stare up into his eyes. Her tongue moved closer and closer to
his frenum, as she grew closer, his bloated helmet sensed her
breath, and he closed his eyes in anticipation of the moist
contact of her tongue. There was none. He opened his eyes see
her licking the air coming within millimetres of his most
sensitive part. This torment lasted for about thirty seconds but
to Frank it seemed like an eternity.
Jane rose to her feet. She then started a strip-tease, removing
first her gloves, then her bra, trailing each of these lacy
garments across his face in turn before tossing them aside. Then
she turned her back to him, pulling her knickers down bending
down lowering them to the floor revealing her round buttocks.
She lifted one foot out of the garment then swung round on that
foot using the other to kick up the lifeless black silk. With
meticulous precision, they fell on this pole like a shroud,
forming a tent on his lap. She grinned cruelly, grasping his
dick through its silk coat squeezing it mercilessly. Then
peeling them off, leaving his hard-on exposed again.
"The clothes aren't the only things I bought" she purred. Then
like a magician's slight-of-hand, from nowhere she produced a
vibrator. It was a life-like replica penis.
She sat on the corner of the bed between his knees, and pressed
dildo into his groin so the two cocks (flesh and plastic) stood
side-by-side. She compared the two. The plastic one was an inch
longer with a bend at the top, the living one was completely
straight. She leant forward and lowered her head toward the
pair. Her mouth open wide she looked up into his eyes, then
clamped her mouth around the plastic phallus, performing a
vigorous blow-job on the inanimate, insensitive object. The real
one was straining for attention, how long could she make this
torture last?
A lot longer as it turned out. She sat up and lay back on the
bed and opened her legs. Frank stared in awe at the picture
before him. Jane's pink pussy lips, pouting and glowing with
desire, her clit, her pubic hair neatly trimmed all framed in
smooth milky flesh of her hips and thighs, beyond that the
contrasting black of her stocking-tops and suspenders.
She clicked on the vibrator, adjusted the speed, and leaned back
half way supporting herself with her left arm. She looked into
his eyes, drew the instrument of pleasure up her thigh to her
crotch. She rubbed it up and down her labia before slowly curling
inside her, gently fucking herself with it. Her eyes continued
to stare into his but they were beginning to glaze over with
pleasure.
She withdrew the toy and changed tack, rubbing her lips and clit
with it until her face revealed her climax as a grimace and a
tight-lipped moan.
"I hope you're not touching yourself" She snapped.
He had been tempted. It was such a spectacle before him and she
had closed her eyes on occasion.
She sat up, switched off the toy, and cast it aside. She edged
closer to him, rubbing and patting her sex all the time. She
smeared her fingers across his upper lip, adding the sweet taste
and fragrance of her secretions to this overwhelming sensual
experience. Then she straddled him put one hand on his shoulder
and grasped his rod, stirring it around her entrance before
impaling herself on it.
He was deep inside her filling her. She was so wet. He was so
hard. Was this it, or just more punishment? She started to ride
up and down, his state of stimulation now heightened, wondering
how long he could hold on.
She rode harder, her tits flailing about, her desires obviously
rising to their full extent again. "Touch me! Touch me now!!
Now!" she cried. He put his hands up to her breasts, massaging
the whole globes. Then drawing her right nipple into his mouth,
he sucked hard, also twisting her left with his fingers. She
loved it. He changed it again splaying his fingers wide making
each digit bump her hard buds as her tits bounced up and down.
He could feel the point of no return getting closer. "No! No!"
he screamed in his mind. He had to get the timing just right,
she'd be offended if he didn't come, but not before her. He
grasped her hips and threw her up and pulled her down hard making
her clitoris bang on his pubic bone on each down-stroke. He
flexed his penis muscle, trying to force it against the front
wall of her vagina, feeling his tight unrolled foreskin half-way
down his shaft rasping on what he hoped was her G-spot.
He was fighting really hard now, like a man holding on by his
finger-nails to the cliff top of chasm of is his orgasm. At last
he was saved, he felt the tell-tale tightening of her vaginal
muscles around his root. She knew too. She let go his shoulders
and leant back arching her spine, hands behind her holding his
knees for support. She went over the top, throwing her head
back, screaming "Oh! Agh! Yes! You Bastard! Ahhhhh!"
He let go of the cliff-top, taking just two more strokes, the
volcano erupted. He felt the flow of sperm-free semen all the way
up his shaft, spraying her insides. As the sensation of
semen-flow faded, he felt a surge of ecstasy move all the way up
his body from his groin to his head. It washed over him like a
warm wave on Caribbean beach. It was such an immense pleasure,
he nearly lost consciousness. The wave washed back from his head
through back of his neck down his body leaving behind a sensation
of sublime peace and relaxation.
Jane had re-gained her composure by now and grasped his nipples,
pinching hard and twisting them in opposite directions. This
gave Frank another surge of pleasure-pain. It made him want to
start thrusting again, but it would have been fruitless. She was
sated, and so was he.
In the morning, as Frank and Jane ate breakfast, the phone rang.
It was Frank's boss, Barry. "You're expected to go on a
team-management course in Belgium next month...."
Frank apologised to Jane after the call.
"Never mind, you never know what you might come home to." She
said.
"At least I'll have some nice memories to masturbate about in the
loneliness of my hotel room." Frank thought to himself.
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