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-=[ The Banker - His Version ]=-
After three disheartening years of marriage with a sweet and beautiful,
yet immature and passionless young woman, Trey was finally free. Free to
spread his wings and search for the type of woman that could be his
equal. A woman that wanted to be with him, but did not "need" to be with
him. A woman he could share with and grow with, and which would inspire
him to greater things. But, at the same time, he was not in the mood to
jump back into a relationship. While Trey had been faithful to his wife
while married, he had nevertheless "noticed" women that stimulated his
interest. Now he finally had the opportunity to explore those
possibilities beyond the passing thoughts which he always had pushed to
the recesses of his mind.
Trey was good-looking and still relatively young, in his early thirties
- he would even still get carded once in a while. He was extremely well
educated and already a well-respected businessman. Despite his busy
schedule, he would always make time for getting to the gym and was
pleased to be creating a "beach-noticeable" physique - toned and tan.
However, Trey's desire to grow and succeed was not satisfied. He always
wanted to push to be a greater success in business, in the development
of his physique, and definitely in the growth of his relationships.
Over the last year or so, his business activities introduced him to
numerous important, respected and notable individuals in the community.
This business community was predominantly male, and predominantly older.
The few women who had risen to this level were almost invariably in the
45+ range, and while admirable for their individual achievements, they
never sparked those private, secret feelings hidden within Trey's
thoughts. The formula held true, with the exception of a certain banker
named Teresa.
Teresa was in the private banking group of a prestigious, global banking
and insurance organization. Trey and Teresa met at a lunch meeting with
their respective bosses where Trey immediately noticed the blonde,
well-dressed and attractive banker. First thought was that this has to
be some glorified admin assistant that the old guy was trying to make
some moves on and was using business lunches as a guise to be out
together. But much to Trey's surprise, Teresa was indeed a Vice
President and went against every preconceived notion a man has whenever
he sees an attractive blonde.
Trey conducted himself professionally and was his usual "business
charming," and left the meeting trying to concoct a reason to call
Teresa. Within a couple of days, Trey found a client which needed some
corporate banking assistance. Although corporate was not Teresa's
precise banking area, Trey seized upon the opportunity to call her to
measure her interest. They agreed to set up another lunch meeting with
just the two of them where they could ostensibly discuss the potential
mutual client. Trey made certain he wore his best suit.
At lunch, without the risk of senior management sensing ulterior
motives, Trey was able to take better inventory of Teresa. She was fair
skinned, with a sensible shoulder-length hairstyle. She had dark,
captivating eyes and an enchanting smile. The curves of her dress, while
maintaining their professional demeanor, could not hide the beautifully
rounded breasts beneath, the small waist and the luscious curve of her
hips. Her feet were covered with the same professional business look,
although slightly higher heeled than those of a completely conservative
banker. It was at that lunch meeting that Trey fell for Teresa.
Over time, they had numerous, seemingly innocent, outwardly-professional
lunches and relatively frequent telephone conversations. Trey felt that
he had piqued Teresa's interest on more than a professional level,
however, neither one made a move which could have been considered
Clinton-esque. All the while, Trey studied her eyes, her smile, her legs
and her breasts, with his inner thoughts desiring to hold her body
against his. He worshipped the thought of her, but could not do anything
about it until now.
He knew it would be easy to set up a meeting with her, but how does one
state "Oh, by the way, I'm divorced now. Do you desire me as much as I
do you?" He had no trouble letting other colleagues and friends know
about his separation, and was amazed at how so many of his friends and
associates said they had expected it and saw it coming. Trey and his ex
were so different and from different worlds. Teresa had never met Trey's
ex, and Trey was careful never to absently talk about her in front of
Teresa. So finally the big moment came. Trey called Teresa and set up a
breakfast meeting "to discuss another client who just sold his company
and now needs a strong personal banking relationship." If lunch meetings
were a safe bet for less sexual tension, then breakfasts were even
safer! The only problem Trey had was that there really wasn't a client.
They met at a common business-breakfast meeting place just outside the
uptown business district. Again, a safe bet. Trey arrived early, as he
couldn't hardly sleep the night before, unable to predict how Teresa
would react to the news. With nervous anticipation, he pulled up to the
restaurant and waited to be seated. Luck was on his side, as the hostess
sat him in a square, corner table for four, where fewer ears would be
present at neighboring tables and she would sit in a chair adjacent and
close to him. As Teresa walked in, Trey almost fell out of his seat. She
was wearing the sexiest, bright red suits he had ever seen her in. It
was one of those short, Ally McBeal hem-lengths, with matching red,
three-inch heels, and a waist-length deep-cut blazer, which emphasized
her small waist and somehow made her look like a 36-22-36 bombshell! She
wore a simple pendent necklace with a teardrop shaped stone which seemed
to point toward her exposed cleavage. Her legs looked long and firm.
Trey felt like he couldn't breathe as she strode confidently down the
aisle toward their table.
As she sat down, she leaned over and gave Trey a friendly hello peck on
the cheek. It was always interesting to Trey that when they were alone
together, they were casual and friendly, but there was an unspoken rule
between them that they acted formally when in groups, greeting with the
firm handshake of general business acquaintances. Teresa sat down and
flashed her typical smile and asked "So what's going on?"
Trey just sat there momentarily mesmerized by Teresa's eyes, and without
thinking, quietly, almost matter-of-factly disclosed, "I'm divorced."
A silence sat over the table. Eyes locked for what seemed like hours,
but really couldn't have been for more than a few seconds. "What did you
say?" Teresa whispered.
"I'm divorced."
Teresa diverted her gaze to some unknown spot on the far wall and
silently leaned back in her chair. Trey didn't know what to say or do,
so he decided silence was his best option. He could see the wheels
churning in her mind. Was she just surprised? Did she seem angry? Was he
now "unsafe"? After a full minute she leaned forward with a changed
expression on her face. She seemed intent on something. But just as she
was about to speak, the waitress came to take their order. Teresa's eyes
never left Trey's, "No thank you," she almost commanded, "I was just
leaving."
Trey confusedly looked up at the waitress, never having heard that tone
of voice from Teresa and sort of shrugged with a bewildered look. The
waitress took her cue and left without word. Trey returned to Teresa's
unwavering gaze. Using that same, quiet and unfamiliar tone of voice she
almost demanded "and why are you telling me this?"
Trey paused, then hesitantly uttered "Because I just thought you might
like to know." Then added, "I hoped you might like to know."
Teresa's gaze was freezing him. He was always confident, never at a loss
for words, but her eyes seemed to be sucking out all his power and
composure. This was not at all what he had envisioned. Finally she asked
"And what if I am pleased to know?"
"Well," he drew his breath, "it pleases me to please you."
At that, Teresa seemed to almost crack a smile. But not her usual
charm-your-pants-off smile, it was a faint, almost wicked smile. Without
warning, she stood up, leaned over and whispered into Trey's ear "I
decide what pleases me." She then turned around and strode back out to
the door, leaving Trey without a word and just the stunning show of her
calves, legs and shapely butt walking out the door.
Trey sat there dumfounded not knowing how to interpret things. Why did
she walk off? Was she pissed? She didn't seem "pleased" at all. "Fuck
it," he thought to himself. "Fuck it all."
As Trey drove to his office, he recomposed himself, feeling he made a
fool out of himself blurting out "I'm divorced" and expecting a positive
reaction. He even caught himself wondering if he had absently said more.
Had he said anything else offensive or too forward? His mood was evident
the rest of the morning, but his colleagues attributed it to his recent
divorce. Trey had been up and down, relative to his usually level-headed
and friendly demeanor. Then at about eleven thirty, his cell phone rang.
He didn't recognize the number and thought it a bit unusual because
almost everyone looking for him would normally try the office number
first. "Hello, Trey speaking" he answered.
"Write down this address." It was the definite, cheery professional
voice of Teresa on the other end of the line. "Be there at one o'clock
sharp. You will be expected." And with a silent click, the call was
seemingly dropped. Chaos ensued in Trey's mind. "Oh shit, I have a two
o'clock." "Cancel it, you fool." "What does she want?" "Where is this
address?" He knew it wasn't her office, but it was located near the
uptown area. Trey was useless for the next hour. He could not believe
how he could handle multi-million dollar transactions and obnoxious
CEOs, but he felt powerless with this woman. As he drove to the address,
he realized that it was one of the first-class apartment buildings in
the uptown area. Suite 1707 was really apartment 1707. As he walked into
the lobby, the old coot sitting at the desk said he was expected and to
please proceed to the seventeenth floor.
The apartment was located at the end of the hall. One o'clock on the
dot.
Teresa opened the door and Trey entered one of the classiest apartments
he had ever seen. A beautiful view of the downtown skyline, everything
tasteful and everything in it's place. But the most tasty looking thing
in the room was Teresa herself. Still wearing the same suit as in the
morning, but with her hair a bit more poofy and disheveled looking. It
was definitely sexy. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked
casually.
Not knowing what to say, Trey just stood there silently in the middle of
the living room. Teresa seemed to not be concerned with an answer and
leaned over the coffee table and poured two glassed of chardonnay. As
she leaned over to pour the drinks, her skirt rose up in the back to
reveal that her white stockings were sexy, lacy-topped thigh-highs. Trey
again caught his breath as his eyes opened wide. There was no way he
could have missed that this morning, or could he? Did she change into
them afterwards?
As she turned back to him and handed him the glass, she seemed to
continue the morning's conversation as if no time had elapsed. "Does it
really please you to please me?"
Trey took a rather unrefined gulp of the wine and responded "It would
please me more than anything to please you."
Teresa again cracked that knowing, evil grin, and purred "That pleases
me. But as I said, I decide what pleases me. Can you abide by that?"
Not understanding a word of what she meant, Trey simply nodded. Teresa
continued, "I have been thinking about you pleasing me for a long time.
But to please me, you must do what I say, when I say. I won't tolerate
questioning of my wants and desires and bad conduct is grounds for
immediate discipline. Do you understand?"
Again, not truly understanding, Trey simply nodded. Teresa stepped up
directly in front of him, he could smell her intoxicating perfume, she
looked deeply into Trey's eyes and firmly said "I want to hear you say
it. 'I will please Teresa when and how she wants to be pleased. I will
submit to and fulfill her every wish. I will accept her every punishment
and treasure her every gift.'"
Trey didn't break her gaze and still did not understand, but repeated
back, "I will please Teresa when and how she wants to be pleased and
will submit to her every wish...." Forgetting the next part. Then
suddenly he remembered "And I will accept her punishments and gifts." He
finished with a big smile, rather pleased with himself that he caught it
all.
"Very good" Teresa purred. "Take off your coat and tie and come here and
sit on the ottoman" she said with a confident tone as she spun around
and went to the big, comfy looking chair with the ottoman in front. Trey
removed his suit jacket and tie, opening his top button and went to sit
down on the ottoman; he assumed she meant facing her. Teresa took a long
sip of her wine, looking directing into Trey's eyes and leaned back in
the chair, lifting her red pumps upon Trey's knees. "Now, these shoes
make my feet hurt. I want a massage." Trey was in a state of shock,
still not understanding the change that was taking place in his world as
he knew it. Pausing for only a split second, he mechanically slid back
on the ottoman and lifted her left foot to remove the sexy red shoe,
then placed her foot against the ottoman between his legs, but not
touching his crotch. As he lifted the right foot to remove the other
shoe, he finally looked up her beautiful legs on the way to her eyes,
but his gaze was stopped well short. Underneath that sexy skirt and
above those lacy tops of her stockings, he caught a glimpse of Teresa's
pantyless, neatly trimmed pussy.
As his eyes then shot up to meet Teresa's, she looked at him with a
casual confidence, calmly saying, "massage, now!" At that Trey went to
work on the gorgeous foot. He had never really been a "foot man," but
the simple touching of Teresa's foot, the knowledge of that open
paradise immediately in front of him and the unwavering gaze of this
woman suddenly started working its magic on his manhood. He became aware
of his surroundings and his penis started growing fast, but it was at an
awkward angle pointing out toward the right under his boxers and the
material of his trousers. He wanted to adjust it, but hoped Teresa would
not notice it. However, it was jutting out quite noticeably and Teresa
was obviously interested. She said, "We seem to have a little problem,
don't we?" Then quickly added, "Or should I say a big problem?"
Trey began to blush somewhat and lost focus on the messaging of Teresa's
foot. Teresa snapped, "Did I tell you to stop massaging? Now slide
forward. My other foot is bored." With that, Trey worked his way forward
on the ottoman until his rock hard member was full up against Teresa's
sexy foot. She expertly maneuvered his penis to a vertical position and
started absently rubbing it up and down. Trey was in a state of
disbelief. What a dream. It had to be a dream. He gained confidence and
held his right hand on her foot and started moving his left hand
massaging up her calf. He looked into her eyes and read that
I-want-you-to-kiss-me look, and ungracefully dropped everything and
stood up to lean forward to give Teresa the kiss of her life.
Unfortunately, Trey's sudden move surprised Teresa and she jerked her
hand back for balance and spilled the rest of her chardonnay across her
chest and suit jacket. Trey smiled and laughed and the accident, but was
met with a glare from Teresa, which immediately wiped the smile from his
face. "Who gave you permission to move?!" She barked, almost frightening
Trey. "Look what you've done! Give me something to clean this up with!"
Trey looked helplessly around for a towel or napkins, but before he
could make a move, Teresa commanded "Give me your t-shirt." Again,
stunned, Trey paused, but then quickly began removing his starched white
shirt to get at his t-shirt. A flurry of thoughts ran through his mind.
He couldn't believe he was about to bare his chest to this beauty before
him and he thought about the hours in the gym hoping they would now
finally be noticed, but at the same time his erection had completely
disappeared as he knew he was in trouble. He arched up and pulled his
t-shirt over his head and then went down to lean over and start wiping
the glistening skin on Teresa's chest. But Teresa grabbed the t-shirt
with one hand and grabbed his nipple in the other, while in one motion
somehow painfully twisting it and pushing him away at the same time.
Stunned, Trey gave her room as she stood up, and again he stood there
dumfounded as Teresa wiped off her chest and then proceeded to unbutton
her jacket. As she took it off, paying no attention to the pecs of the
shirtless man in front of her, she wiped off between her luscious
breasts which were pushed up and together by a sheer, lacy, bright white
bra. When she was done, she threw the t-shirt down and returned her
attention to Trey. "Who gave you permission to move?" Not allowing time
for a response, she continued, "You've been a bad and disobedient boy.
You apparently do not know how to control yourself. It looks like I am
going to have to teach you control.....My control. Follow me. NOW!" With
that, she turned and headed to the other room. The bedroom.
In the bedroom, one side was almost fully comprised of a closet with
mirror-covered sliding glass doors. The bed had a canopy and was made
with a welded wrought iron look. With all the small touches, it looked
like the typical woman's bedroom. As Trey was appreciating the shape of
Teresa's back and the smooth, creamy look of her skin, she abruptly
turned around and ordered, "Take off your clothes. NOW!"
Again, Trey didn't know whether to be turned on or to be deathly afraid.
The combination of both helped him to decide the smartest thing to do
was to comply with her command and take off the rest of his clothes,
which he quickly did. He stood there before her completely naked, with
his penis at half-mast, still unsure as to the proper feeling. Teresa
looked him over for a good minute. Seeing her standing there in her bra
and the remaining red mini-skirt was an incredible sight and began to
encourage his erection. But before it again reached its full hardness,
Teresa stepped forward and grabbed hold of it, firmly squeezing and
pulling it down and forward. She looked into Trey's eyes and crisply
said, "You have angered me. You need to be controlled. And you need to
be punished" clearly stating every word. With that she pulled him by his
member to the bed and ordered "Lay face down." She didn't have to say
"NOW!" anymore. It was understood.
"Spread out your arms and legs."
Trey complied, feeling awkward, looking toward the headboard, somehow
knowing he should not be eyeing her. Then within moments, he suddenly
felt something closing around his right ankle, with a click and then a
tug. The same sensation quickly was felt on his left ankle. She moved up
to his left wrist where he saw a leather hand cuff being locked onto him
and then stretched to the iron bedpost. While Trey stared at what had
just happened to his left wrist, Teresa silently walked around to the
other side of the bed and attached the final cuff. The lengths seemed to
have been sized exactly for him. He has pulled just enough in all
directions where he was unable to move or bend his limbs without hurting
another. The out of view Teresa then surprised him by reaching between
his legs and pulling back his penis to where it was uncomfortably
pointing downward and started hardening in that position, propping him
even further and forcing him to slightly lift his ass up in the air.
"I do not want you to look anywhere but at the bars on the headboard and
I don't want to hear one word or one sound from you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am" seemed the appropriate response.
With that, Trey felt a sudden and hard stinging slap across his butt and
let out a loud yelp of surprise and pain. "I told you to be quiet!"
Teresa sternly said and let down another stinging spank with her hand.
The second, unexpected slap was followed by an equally loud yelp. Trey
had always fantasized about being tied up and treated like this, but had
never really experienced it before. He had been playfully tied up a few
times by old girlfriends, but that had just led to the expected sex with
no surprises - and his ex-wife was thought the missionary position was a
wild time, so this was a totally new experience - and it hurt! But at
the same time, Trey was more excited than he had ever been before. His
heart was pounding harder than after an hour on the EFX machine. He
could feel the cool air of the apartment across the cheeks of his
stinging butt. Suddenly, he was snapped back into the reality of his
predicament, with a firm tug of his hair pulling his head back. "Open
your mouth" Teresa commanded. Trey complied and it was immediately
stuffed with a pair of Teresa's silky panties.
"Now when I say be quiet, I mean be quiet. You must learn control. You
must learn that I am in control, and you must learn that you will be
punished if you do not please me when and how I want." Trey's head was
spinning at the same rate that his heart was pounding. It was quiet in
the room and he was not sure where Teresa had gone, but he did not dare
turn his head to find out. After several interminable minutes, she
announced her return. "I have told you to remain silent, which you are
doing quite well at the moment. However, you still spilled my wine all
over me and need to be punished for your misdeeds. If you please me with
accepting your punishment properly, I will reward you with the
opportunity to please me. Do you understand?"
Trey nodded as best he could. Teresa then whispered, "Remember this
day." During her brief absence, Teresa had retrieved a paddle which she
brought down relatively gently across Trey's now recovered buttocks.
Trey's momentary hope of receiving compassion was quickly eliminated as
the paddle then came down hard across both of his firm ass cheeks. The
first "love pat" was simply to take aim. But Trey bit down against the
panties in his mouth and tightened every muscle in his body and let out
nothing more than a muffled "Umph."
The sweet, cheery, professional banker that Trey had been dreaming about
was now taking him to a place beyond his wildest fantasies. Six....
seven....eight.... nine smacks. Then a pause and silence. Trey felt his
butt stinging and the muscles in his abdomen feeling like they were
about to cramp from being held so tightly. "You've done well. I am
pleased." Swack! One more surprise from the paddle. But then, Trey felt
the paddle get placed on the bed beside him and Teresa sat down on the
side of the bed and gently ran her fingers over Trey's red butt which
will still propped up by his penis kickstand position. He couldn't tell
if she was soothing him with her touch or simply admiring her handiwork.
Then she reached down between his legs and grabbed both his balls and
his still-hard penis all together. "You are indeed a good boy. You will
now be allowed the pleasure of pleasing me." She said with a squeeze.
Teresa then hopped off the bed and uncuffed the bedposts. Trey lay
still, only then noticing the stiffness in his body and the fact that
his eyes were watery from the pain he had endured. Teresa then told him
to roll over and she reattached him to the bed, face up this time.
She pulled out the panties still in his mouth and immediately gave him a
full, long, passionate kiss which gave him tingles throughout his entire
body as her tongue spread his lips and explored his mouth. "Now you will
please me" she purred. As she climbed up on the bed, Trey thought that
he was finally going to get to be inside her. She was now only wearing
her stockings and her bra and his penis quickly became engorged as she
took it in her hand. But then she placed her knees on either side of his
chest and let go of his cock. Trey quickly realized how she wanted to be
pleased and saw the lips of her beautiful pussy being pushed forward
towards his waiting mouth. She climbed over his arms and placed her
knees on either side of his head. As Trey looked up, it really was the
most beautifully shaped pussy he had ever seen. The pink lips were
puckered out just right. The hair trimmed short with just a thin
triangle pointing upward a few inches. And as she slowly lowered herself
down on his mouth and nose, he smelled the fragrance of her and felt the
moistness from inside her. Teresa was already excited from the spanking
she had just given and from the anticipation of the pleasure she was
about to receive. She gently started sliding her wet pussy up and down
Trey's face and he licked as earnestly as he could. Trey was frustrated
at not being able to use his hands, but encouraged by Teresa's quiet
moans of pleasure. He licked up and down the length of her lips, trying
to reach all the way down to her ass, probing deep into her vagina and
trying to suck on her clit. As her pleasure intensified, Teresa felt the
nerves in her body light on fire. She arched back, almost smothering
Trey, but he licked and sucked like he never had before in his life. She
somehow reached back behind her and grabbed the rock hard penis which
was reaching up to her. As she felt Trey's tongue hitting just the right
spot, she moaned out loud and squeezed his penis. Trey could feel her
body starting to shake as Teresa's pleasu re mounted and her moans
became cries of joy. As she climaxed, the Trey felt her juices come
flowing onto his face and down his chin. Teresa squeezed Trey's penis
with a vise-like grip and she screamed out in ecstasy. She finally let
go of his dick and leaned back forward putting all her weight back on
Trey's face as she nearly collapsed from the sensational pleasure he had
given her. This was indeed her fantasy as well, and it was everything
she had hoped.
Trey's tongue could still reach the lips of Teresa's soaking wet pussy
and, though barely able to breathe, he continued to lick gently inside
her twat. Teresa's body involuntarily quivered with small, pleasurable
aftershocks as she enjoyed the fell of Trey's massaging tongue. Trey was
thinking to himself "this really is a dream. It has to be a dream."
Teresa struggled to lift herself off of Trey's face and out from the
tangle of legs and arms. She stood at the side of the bed admiring the
taut body she so much desired laying on her bed and silently traced the
contours of Trey's body with her fingernails. Trey was gazing up at her
with a feeling and look of adoration and desire; proud of the orgasm he
had just given her and anticipating satisfaction himself. "You've been a
VERY good boy" she sexily complimented. "You deserve a treat."
However, rather than mounting him or putting her mouth over Trey's still
hard penis, Teresa got up off the bed and walked out to the living room.
Trey tilted his head up enough to see the beauty of her form walking
away from him, but couldn't understand her abrupt departure.
Momentarily, Teresa returned with a grin on her face and another bottle
of wine in her arms. She chimed, "You must be thirsty after all of your
hard work." Trey nodded agreement. "Let me give you a little something
to quench your thirst" she practically giggled as she plopped down on
the side of the bed.
Instead of unlocking Trey from the bed, Teresa propped up a pillow under
Trey's head and tilted it up awkwardly. She then took the open bottle
and placed the opening a few inches over his mouth. "Open wide!" she
again giggled as she began pouring generously into Trey's open mouth.
Most of it did make it into his throat, but plenty spilled over his chin
and down his neck. "Uh oh" she playfully squeaked. And with that she set
aside the bottle and leaned over, sensually licking up the wine around
his mouth and down his neck. It drove Trey wild. He started squirming,
but to no avail, as the leather cuffs still kept him stretched and taut.
His squirming just seemed to encourage Teresa even more and she
continued her tongue assault on his neck and ears and mouth. Deftly
combining the licking with kisses and sucking and intermittent nibbles.
She paused only long enough to pour another gulp of wine into his mouth
and then continued back down his neck and to his nipples. The sucking
and biting were driving him wild and his hard-on was raging.
Again, she stopped and poured another even larger gulp into his mouth
which Trey had difficulty swallowing before she pounced on his neck
again. This time, she continued her tongue's trek past his chest, down
to his belly button, coming teasingly close to his penis which was
stretching just inches away from her mouth. But again, she stopped and
went back to the bottle for another pour. This time she let him know the
rules. "You are going to have to finish the entire bottle before you get
any bonuses. Now drink up." She paused the pouring just long enough for
Trey to swallow and then immediately poured another. The bottle was
almost empty now, and her mouth started heading directly for the purple
head of his penis. She stopped just short and licked her lips where Trey
could see them glisten, and then warmly breathed down the length of his
shaft, stopping to deliver a second warm breath over his balls. Only her
cascading hair touched his dick, but that alone was enough to send
shivers up and down his body. But the gorgeous teaser still did not
touch his manhood. She instead gave a warm wet lick down his inner
thigh, starting just below his balls and ending just above his knee. She
went back towards his crotch but again stopped short and gave that same
wet lick down the other leg and continued this several more rounds. She
finally looked back up at Trey with a mischievous grin, and he thought
"finally its coming." But Teresa slid back up to the bottle and said
with a smile, "Remember, you need to finish this."
It was almost empty and she poured in a little half gulp into his mouth
which he swallowed and then she emptied the rest of the bottle into his
mouth. Trey could barely hold it all in his mouth and could not
coordinate the holding his mouth shut, swallowing and the held tilt all
at the same time, so closed his eyes for a moment and started
concentrating on slowly swallowing the wine bit by bit. He had only
closed his eyes for an instant when he suddenly felt the warmth of
Teresa's mouth wrap around the head of his dick and start sliding inch
by glorious inch down his shaft. The sudden sensation shot through him
like electricity and he almost choked as his body tensed and he tried to
finish the wine still in his mouth. He opened his eyes to see Teresa's
beautiful pink lips expertly sliding up and down his shaft, with her
tongue licking circles around the top and her delicate hand following up
and down under the movement of her mouth. She was perfect. After being
hard for so long, and with her skillful blowjob, within seconds he felt
his balls on fire, ready to send hot gism shooting out.
Teresa sensed perfectly when to stop and she stacked both hands like
gripping a baseball bat, wrapped them around his pulsating penis and
squeezed firmly without pumping. Even though Trey felt he was about to
explode, Teresa's grip somehow calmed the eruption and he quickly
regained control. Without moving her hands, she gently, slowly licked
the tip of his penis still exposed above her hands. She shifted her eyes
up to meet Trey's and cooed "I've been dreaming about this for a long,
long time." With that she smiled and got up out of the bed and bounded
off back out of the bedroom. Trey lay there bewildered, with his cock
feeling huge against his belly, with precum oozing out the top. He
needed to cum badly.
As Trey lay there locked to the bed, cock still beating in rhythm with
his pulse, he soon felt a bit woozy from the wine which had been forced
upon him. He tried shaking his head to get rid of the feeling, but that
only seemed to make him feel the effects of the wine even worse. He
realized that he really had not eaten since a light dinner in the late
afternoon the day before, so the wine was really starting to set in
fast! Trey decided to close his eyes and breathe deeply to fight it off
before Teresa returned. After about ten minutes, she came back in and
stood at the foot of the bed. "How are we feeling?" she asked with a
grin.
"Excellent" replied Trey focusing on not slurring.
"How is your head feeling?"
"Actually, a little light-headed from..... well, depends on which head
are you asking about," he quipped.
Teresa smiled broadly and reached her hands behind her back to unclasp
the bra she was still wearing. She paused slightly, for effect, then
pulled off the bra, revealing her perfectly shaped creamy white breasts
for the first time. Trey couldn't believe the sight of them. They were
full and round, with pinkish nipples begging to be sucked upon. Teresa
delighted in seeing the approving and eager expression on Trey's face,
and started climbing up the bed over him until she was again sitting on
his chest. "Do you see anything you like?" she asked teasingly.
Trey quickly nodded three times and Teresa leaned over placing her right
nipple above his mouth and said, "Well then show me how much you like
what you see." Trey craned his neck forward and wrapped his lips around
Teresa's already hard nipple, swirling his tongue firmly around it,
feeling it grow even harder. Trey continued his eager licking and
sucking, as Teresa moaned with delightful pleasure and began switching
her breasts from side to side, giving Trey's mouth double duty. As
Teresa leaned her upper body toward Trey's busy mouth, she slid down
lower on Trey's body until her warm, wet pussy was squarely on top of
Trey's hardened penis. Teresa obviously enjoyed the feel of the hot
tongue deftly sliding around her breasts and continued the game for as
long as she could stand it. With all the licking and sucking, and very
little opportunity for breathing, Trey's head was totally spinning from
the bottle of wine. Teresa finally sat up and sexily said "Now I'm ready
for what I've been thinking about for almost a year..." Then she said in
a more firm tone of voice, "But the rules are that only I am allowed to
cum. You only come when I give permission. Is that understood?"
Trey nodded his consent. Teresa lifted herself up high on her knees and
slowly directed the tip of Trey's penis to the mouth of her waiting
pussy, just putting in the head. She paused, heightening the
anticipation, and then slowly lowered herself down the length in one
long, steady movement. Trey didn't know if it was the deep, purring moan
she let out, or the steaming hot, tight wetness of her pussy that sent
shudders racing up and down his body. Never in his life had he so
clearly felt a woman's walls enveloping him as did Teresa's. She slowly
started lifting herself up and down. Trey raised his hips up to meet her
on every stroke and he began to let out muffled groans of ecstasy to
sing in harmony with Teresa's. With their bodies pumping together in
unison, Trey's pleasure quickly mounted. It very soon was to the point
that he began to worry about Teresa's rule about who cums first. The
tight wetness of her pussy squeezing up and down his penis was bringing
him to the edge, and seeing her beautiful body and listening to her
sounds of rapture was the hottest, sexiest combination he had ever
experienced. Her pussy pumping up and down began to start firing up his
rockets ready for the forbidden launch. But again, in the midst of her
enjoyment, she seemed to sense exactly what stage he was in, and she
settled down fully on him, taking in his entire length, holding him down
with her body weight. She breathed deeply, enjoying the feel of him
filling and expanding the area inside her. She gazed into Trey's face
and smiled knowingly. Knowing what she was doing to him, and knowing how
fantastic he made her feel. Then slowly, she began rocking her hips
forward and back, pushing her clit down on him firmly, never loosing
contact with Trey's body.
Trey regained control of his impending orgasm and settled into a groove
with Teresa's rocking motion. He concentrated on keeping his hips up and
abs tight as she rubbed herself against him. He saw that she was clearly
becoming more and more stimulated. Her pace ever so slightly began to
quicken and the pressure she pushed down with become stronger. Trey saw
the expression on Teresa's face of pure ecstasy and the moans became
stronger with each passing minute. Trey's rise toward orgasm had found a
plateau and he felt that he had found his second wind. His whole world
was focused on the beauty above him and the feeling of being inside her.
Her movement was now at a rapid pace, and Trey ached to have his hands
free to grab Teresa's hips and push them back faster and harder. He
could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around him and pulsating a
thousand times per second. Her head arched back and she screamed out and
her body began convulsing from the overwhelming force of the orgasm
taking over her body. Trey felt her pussy doing amazing things to his
cock and he felt his orgasm quickly rising to a fever pitch. Teresa fell
forward on Trey's body and quivered one more time. She gathered her
breath and pushed herself up, looking down at Trey's face, feeling his
hips continuing to push up into her as his cock was ready to burst. But
just when it felt as though just one more stroke would bring forth his
fireworks, Teresa pulled herself off Trey's pulsating cock. "Not yet,
sweetheart. Not yet." She gasped. Then she fell on the bed beside him,
with a leg and arm draped over his body. Trey felt stimulated and on
fire, like the head of his cock was filled with a pool of cum, trapped
inside and needing to release.
Teresa cuddled in next to him and fell into a state of part-sleep,
part-awake and part-exhaustion. Trey could feel her heart beating in
through the side of his ribs. He felt her warmth and the feel of her
legs and arms and breasts pressed against his body. His cock lost its
hardness, but still lay on top of him at about three-quarters of its
full size. Trey thought humorously that it was probably because of being
full of cum. Soon, he too began to bask in the glow of the feeling and
closed his eyes drifting into that half-sleep, half-conscious world.
Trey must have fallen asleep, because he was awakened by the touch of
Teresa's fingernails gently, delicately scratching across his balls. He
craned his head forward to see her looking up at him from below his
balls and cock, almost as if in a daydream. With that vision and the
exquisite feel of her fingernails, Trey's cock quickly began to regain
its full form. At that, Teresa seemed to awaken from her trance and
moved her hand up to the shaft. The look on her face also transitioned
back to her expression which Trey had now figured out was her
"I'm-confident-and-in-control" look. As she grabbed a full grip around
his cock, she asked, "who gave you permission to sleep?"
Trey thought to himself, 'this is ridiculous, how can I be in trouble
again?', but answered "No one," then added quickly, "Ma'am."
Teresa smirked and pulled herself closer to the hard cock in her hands.
"You know, you really should be punished for sleeping without
permission." She followed by squeezing his cock even harder and
stretching in down and forward. Thoughts flashed through Trey's mind
wondering what she was going to do to him, but instead of punishment,
Teresa deliberately wrapped her mouth around his cock and started
sliding up and down, making it extremely wet and extremely hard. Trey
leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His penis was so sensitive
from all the activity and near cumming, that he didn't think he would be
able to take much more of this. He did not even realize that he was
already moaning from the feeling being caused by Teresa's mouth. She
kept his dick pulled down uncomfortably forward throughout and he felt
like even more pressure was building up inside him, like a garden hose
being crimped and preventing the water from flowing out. She then
stopped her using her mouth and started climbing up on him. But instead
of facing him, Teresa spun around and gave Trey a view of her luscious
ass and beautifully shaped back. Keeping his cock bent forward, Trey had
a perfect view of Teresa putting him inside the lips of her perfect
pussy, and he watched with wonder has she took him in and started
pumping up and down.
The position of his cock was almost painful, but the pleasure of the
feeling being provided by Teresa more than outweighed the discomfort. It
actually made the tightness of her pussy feel even stronger. Trey saw
her pussy sliding in and out over his cock. It glistened more and more
from her wetness and again, he ached for his arms to be released so he
could grab her and pump furiously. But Teresa was in total control and
kept a steady pace, a pace which quickly began to bring Trey to the
point of cumming. He started to almost fear the explosion because he
felt the whole head of his cock would shoot off. Trey's moans
involuntarily grew louder and louder. His body began shaking and pumping
without his control. Teresa's moans were also growing as her pussy
become hotter and hotter. Then suddenly, Teresa cried out as she came
again, and pushed down forcefully on Trey's cock sending a shockwave of
pain through his body along with the vibrations of pleasure from her
orgasm. Trey's load moans met Teresa's cries and just as he felt he
could hold his explosion no longer, Teresa roughly jumped off his cock,
turned and grabbed it tightly, and then like a woman possessed, started
pumping furiously, and growled her order "Cum for me! Cum for me! CUM
FOR ME NOW!!!"
Trey cried out and felt the powerful pulse of his orgasm push hard from
within his cock. He looked down but for a split second nothing came out.
It could not escape from the death-grip Teresa was pumping with, but
then, as the second, heart-stopping pulse pushed from his cock, the
eruption of a wall of white-hot lava came shooting out of the head of
his engorged cock, sending a thick stream upwards towards his chest and
neck. Globs of cum followed, pulse after pulse. Teresa's eyes opened
wide as she gasped in surprise as cum continued to shoot out over Trey's
chest and stomach, and then started spurting from side to side as she
pumped and shook Trey's aching cock.
Teresa finally stopped pumping and held the cock in her open palm,
watching in wonder and it kept pulsing, with the final oozing of cum
continuing to drip from the tip. Trey's chest was heaving and his arms
hurt against the strain of his pulling against the cuffs. The hot gism
covering his body felt like hot wax from a candle was poured over him,
but would not solidify. With his chest still heaving, he looked down at
Teresa, whose expression had changed to one of a loving, caring look,
having just shared the first in a lifetime experience with Trey. She
began crawling up to meet Trey's face with her own, and slid her breasts
up over his still hard cock, sliding up his stomach and chest, spreading
the cum between their bodies in a warm, slippery coat. She began licking
at his neck, licking up the cum which had settled down in the little
pocket where his throat met his chest. Her tongue followed up his throat
until it met his mouth and probed deeply and passionately inside his
mouth. He tasted his saltiness mixed in her warmth. She then pulled her
head aside and rested the full weight of her body on his. She reached
over to the side of the bed where she had placed the keys to the cuffs
and undid his left and then his right wrist from the shackles. At first,
he could not easily bend down his arms, but slowly lowered them and
wrapped them around Teresa's warm body, pulling her ever closer.
Trey had lost all track of time. The room was darkening quickly, but the
glow from inside him was bright. He was holding a woman he could truly
worship. A woman who could truly fulfill his needs and stretch him to
his limits. As he held her in his muscles, she silently fell asleep.
Trey understood that was also his permission to drift off into the first
truly heavenly sleep of his life.
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