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Extremely HOT, I will have to read this to my lady and see if she wants to
try some version of this.
"aliensub" <aliensub23@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:pan.2006.12.13.15.44.41.792219@gmail.com...
> Things at work today are slow, and you find yourself day dreaming more
> than working. When the phone rings, it takes two rings before you even
> realize its your phone and not one of your neighbors. You fumble the
> receiver, but finally get it to your ear. "Hello?"
>
> Her voice is soft and alluring in your ear, familiar and yet there is a
> new deviousness in it that makes your heart beat a little faster. "I
> have something planned for tonight," she says. "I'll be over by six,
> so make sure you are ready for me."
>
> "I'll have to leave work early," you say, checking the clock. It's
> already half past four and the commute is easily forty-five minutes.
>
> "Don't bore me with the details," she says.
>
> "What should I be ready for?" you ask. Her voice is rich and sexual,
> and you feel yourself getting hard just letting your mind wander over the
> possibilities. She leaves it to wander, saying only, "Anything."
> Then she hangs up the phone.
>
> The drive goes smoothly enough, and you make it in the door by 5:20. You
> shave your face clean while the shower heats up, then step naked into the
> scalding water and thoroughly clean yourself. The word "Anything"
> ring through your mind as your hands start to caress your own body. Its
> torture to stop, but you want to save yourself. You pull out a razor and
> begin shaving areas you expect might receive some attention tonight. You
> start with your chest, clearing away every last hair you can find, then
> work your way down to your crotch. You shave you pubic hair equally
> bare, including the hair around your cock and balls, all the way to and
> around your asshole. Then you soap again, plunging one then two soapy
> fingers deep into your rectum, ensure even your inner parts are clean and
> ready.
>
> After the shower, you rub handfuls of faintly scented lotion into your
> freshly shaved areas, making them extra soft and relieving any
> irritation. You spend almost five minutes massaging the lotion in, then
> brush your teeth and rinse with mouthwash. After that, your cock has
> relaxed enough that you can slide a rubber cock-ring into place. You
> have no idea what to wear, so you decide on a short silk robe until you
> have a better idea what is going to be required. You crank up the heat
> in the house a few degrees to make things comfortable, then dim the
> lights, unlock the door, and take a seat on the leather couch with your
> back to the door. The clock across from you clicks over to 5:58.
> Perfect timing.
>
> She enter a few minutes after six, the sound of her heels clicking over
> the tile of the entry way and her otherwise silent demeanor heighten your
> anticipation. "Don't turn around," she says. The clicking stops,
> but you can just make out her muted footsteps as she closes on the couch.
> Then black cloth covers your eyes and she ties it tightly behind your
> head. You never heard the door close. It's probably still wide open.
> "Stand up and turn around. I want to see what it means to you to be
> prepared."
>
> You stand slowly and turn to face her. "Open the robe," she says
> quietly but with conviction. You slowly part the front, revealing your
> glistening chest first and then spreading the fabric further until it
> falls completely open, your cock rising slowly into the air. She purrs
> appreciatively. "You do clean up nicely. I have the first part of
> your surprise ready, but you'll need to lay down."
>
> You lay down on the leather sofa, feeling her presence as she circles the
> couch to meet you. "Hands at your side," she orders. You obey,
> however hard it may be. She climbs onto the couch, that much you can
> feel. And her knees works their way up your torso and finally straddle
> your head. You can smell the sweetness of her excitement as she lowers
> her pussy onto your all too willing mouth. She stops an inch from your
> lips, just far enough that you can dip the tip of your tongue into her
> and you do; running it up and down her slit slowly, struggling to reach
> her clit without moving your head. There's an odd taste, familiar yet
> unusual and it takes you a moment to place it.
>
> "What am I tasting?" you ask.
>
> "Latex," she replies evenly. Then with a deep breath she asks you to
> continue. Confused, but willing, you continue your gentle probing.
> "It's a shame really. I so wanted to watch you lick his cum out of me,
> but I just wasn't confident enough that I knew where his cock had been so
> I had him use a condom. But I'm still soaking wet, don't you think?"
>
> It hits you like a ton of bricks. She's just fucked someone else! You
> pull your tongue back in and reach for the blindfold, trying rapidly to
> sort out the emotions swirling in your head. Jealousy, rage, and a hell
> of a lot of pure lust.
>
> "Don't be like that," she says, staying your arm. "This is what
> you've been fantasizing about for three years. If you're going to turn
> jealous on me, how can I tell you all the details?" You relax your
> hand, trying to take it all in. Her hand strokes down your cock, still
> rock hard, making it twitch with excitement. Her hand encircles your
> balls and she squeezes with increasing pressure, then releases and drags
> her fingers back up your shaft as she takes her hand away. "Keep
> going," she urges. "I'm so hot and I need your tongue right now."
>
> You imagine it in your head, some strangers cock thrusting into her -
> her moaning and thrashing in response. When did it happen? Who was it?
> Where? Did she like it better than you? The not knowing drives you mad,
> you can feel your heart pounding in your chest and the sweet smell of her
> pussy is intoxicating. You dive slowly back in, licking up and back and
> savoring the wetness that rolls onto your tongue and down your throat.
> Another man made this, you think to yourself.
>
> "He didn't make me cum," she says through the raspy breaths. "He
> could have, though. Ooooh he could have. But I didn't want him to. I
> wanted you to be watching when he does that." She breaks off into
> moans as she lowers herself far enough for you to have your way with her
> clit. You slow down a bit, wanting to hear more. "Would you like to
> see that? Him fucking me right in front of you?"
>
> You mumbling approvingly, in that blackness you can see is this other
> man's cock sliding in and out of her. In your head you imagine the
> pleasure you're giving her is coming from him as he fucks her.
>
> "Then you will. You'll see just what you've been wanting all these
> years. But you won't see his face, not ever. You'll never know who he
> is. What do you think of that?" Her hand grabs your balls firmly,
> pulling them away from your body in an exquisite blend of pain and
> ecstasy that she has somehow perfected. "Every time a stranger on the
> street gives you an odd look you'll wonder, 'Is that the man who fucked
> her right in front of me?'" It spurs your tongue on even more, giving
> her your answer. Then suddenly she pulls away. "That's enough. I'm
> too close, and that means it's time."
>
> "But.. I wanted you to come," you plead.
>
> "Oh I will, just as I said. With him inside me. Right now."
>
> For the first time you hear him and realize you aren't alone. He's
> moving closer from where he must have been standing across the room. You
> trembled slightly with nervous anticipation, still trying to resolve the
> jealousy in your head with the throbbing excitement you feel elsewhere.
> There's a few awkward moments of adjustment. You stand up and wait,
> feeling him brush past you as he moves to the couch. You can hear his
> breathing, his belt coming undone and clothing falling to the floor.
> There's more movement, then finally you feel her soft full breasts
> pressing against you. "Turn around," she says. You turn and the
> blindfold is lifted. At the end of the couch she's placed a stool,
> nothing you've seen before. It has a hole towards the back center. She
> has you sit facing away from the couch, and pulls your balls carefully
> through the hole in the stool. She quickly goes beneath and you feel
> string or leather cord wrapping about your scrotum above your balls. She
> makes a dozen loops, enough to create constant compression on your
> balls, then ties the cord to the stool. You won't be moving.
>
> She walks back to the couch and finally allows you to turn around. You
> can see his legs jutting about beneath her, his hard cock sticking
> straight in the air, and his hands caressing the sides of her breasts,
> but she is positioned on top of him facing you, blocking the rest of him
> from you site. She grabs his cock and aims it at her waiting pussy, then
> slowly lowers herself onto it until she is completely impaled. Along the
> way down her mouth opens and gasps for air as she feels herself stretched
> and full. She twists back and forth at the bottom, making sure she's
> gotten him as deep as possible before she starts slowly moving up and
> down, fucking him. She watches you intently, never taking her eyes off
> you to ensure you see every moment of pleasure she's experiencing.
>
> She picks up the rhythm, up, down, up, down, letting his cock slide three
> quarters of the way in each time. Then every few strokes she drops her
> weight on him without warning, forcing his cock as deep as it will go.
> She licks her lips. They are both moaning and she's whispering, "Fuck
> me!" desperately. You grasp your own cock, but realize immediately how
> close you are to coming and stop - not wanting to ruin it by coming
> before its over.
>
> She comes first, screaming out and bouncing in short little hops, almost
> vibrating. He keeps going, thrusting up from underneath for another
> minute until he too comes, grunting and moaning from behind her. Finally
> they're still. She stays there for a minute or two, then slowly raises
> her hips letting his cock slowly slide free. "He's still so hard,"
> you say out loud, watching as his cock springs backwards, slapping
> against his stomach. Its about the only part of him you can see.
>
> "He took viagra earlier," she replies, smiling. "I wanted to make
> sure you got you fill." She crawls towards you, always careful to keep
> herself between you and the stranger. Then she climbs up and sits on the
> edge of the couch with her legs spread so you can admire his handiwork.
> She's completely shaved, giving you a perfect view of her pussy still
> slightly parted from being forced open for so long, dripping wet. Her
> lips look swollen and bright pink. She takes a small digital camera from
> under the side table and takes a picture of her own crotch. "I don't
> wan you to ever forget how this looks."
>
> Your own cock is still hard, straining upwards. "You need that
> taken care of?" she asks, staring hungrily at your cock. You nod
> slowly, but desperately. "Well you will, but you're going to cum the
> same way I did: with him inside you." She smiles broadly. She turns
> you about and whispers in your ear, "That way every time a stranger on
> the street gives you an odd look you'll wonder, 'Is that the man who
> fucked me?'"
>
> She undoes the cord from the stool, allowing you to rise and pull your
> balls through the hole, but they are still bound tight and the long strip
> of fine leather becomes a leash for her to pull you about. She tugs
> upwards and you stand up completely in response, then to your tip toes
> but she continues pulling with a sadistic smile. She backs you up, then
> pushes you over the stool with your ass in the air. "You've shaved
> quite thoroughly," she says, tracing her finger over your sensitive
> asshole. You hear a tube of something sputter, feel the cold wet
> lubrication run down your crack, then her finger slips its way inside
> you. She adds a second finger, then a third and more lube. She forces
> them up into you, twisting until they can't go in any further, then pulls
> them back out slowly before jamming them back in with some force. She
> keeps this up for a couple of minutes, adding lube twice and getting you
> even hotter than you were before. She finishes, then wraps the black
> blindfold back around your eyes.
>
> She leads you by the balls back to the couch, then helps you climb into a
> position straddling his chest, which is bare and warm beneath you. You
> can tell you are facing his feet, but far enough up that you aren't in
> position for him to fuck you yet. Once you are settled, she undoes the
> blindfold again. You can feel his hands at your hips, circling around
> and stroking down your stomach and around your cock, but never touching
> it. His cock has relaxed some, and sits front and center before you.
> I thought you might like to watch this part up close," she said,
> crawling up his legs to slip her lips around his softening cock. She
> started slowly, using mostly her tongue and lips around the head. As he
> got harder, she began moving her head to drive his cock deep into her
> mouth. Her tongue swirls about with each pass, a technique you recognize
> from watching her suck your own cock. You know just how incredible it
> feels, and the man beneath you seems to appreciate it just as much. He
> moans softly, and his fingers finally wrap around your cock, stroking you
> slowly and gently to give you just a fraction of the pleasure he's
> receiving. She seems intent on her work, giving it everything she's got.
> But every few seconds she opens her eyes and stares up at you.
>
> Once he's nice and hard again, she eases her mouth off him and squirms
> seductively back over the arm of the couch, her eyes no longer watching
> you but rather watching his cock. She pulls your leash firmly, urging
> you forward. You rise to your knees in response, moving down his body and
> up to position your ass above his waiting cock. You lower yourself until
> the head of his cock is pressing into your sphincter. Like watching him
> fuck her, and her suck his cock, this is a first for you. She's used
> strap-ons on you before, but this is the real thing. The first thing you
> notice is the temperature, even only touching you as it is, his cock is
> hot.
>
> Determined to make the most of it, you tug on your own leash, pulling
> hard against your balls causing a wave of pain to ripple through you.
> "Harder," you ask her, releasing the leash. She pulls harder, and as
> she does you drop you weight forcing the man's cock all the way into your
> ass in one quick motion. You cry out in pain and pleasure. His cock is
> bigger than you expected, hard yet yielding and so very warm. You grind
> against him for a few moments, getting used to the feeling of this new
> large organ. Then you rise up and start working his cock in and out of
> your ass as if it were your only purpose. His hands grab onto our hips,
> guiding you up and down. You bounce there, almost violently at times,
> moaning and gasping for air, feeling his hands roaming around you and the
> pain every few moments as she tugs playfully on the leash. The
> sensations and an incredible mix and you feel high as a kite, doped up on
> your own brain's response to the mad fucking your getting. You see
> flashes from a camera, but you're too into to care.
>
> You don't even know how longs it's gone on, as the room just seems to
> spin and float around you. Your head is viciously tormented by stars,
> and the last thing you clearly remember was his hand gripping around your
> cock from behind. The pressure alone is enough, and you explode into an
> orgasm. Close to coming himself, the stranger tosses you off him onto
> the floor on all fours, pulling your lady cleanly off her stool by the
> leash attached to your balls. Some how you don't feel that at all.
> Then the stranger jumps you like a dog in heat, getting in a dozen more
> strokes before crying out in his own orgasm. You both crumple to the
> group and he whispers in your ear, "I'll be watching for you."
>
> You feel him pull himself out of you and stand, but his body is replaced
> with her warm soft form before you can move. You even try to catch a
> glimpse of him as he leaves. It's just more exciting not knowing.
>
>