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The Silk Scarf
by Ann Douglas
Michael sat at the table playing with his drink. He'd
gotten his first real paycheck today and decided he
deserved a dinner in the best restaurant he could afford.
Of course which what they were paying entry level trainees
at Donaldson & Rhobes, his choices quickly narrowed to a
few. So he found himself on 11th Avenue instead of
Broadway, but still he felt like he was on top of the
world. Not bad for a kid from the sticks now living on his
own in New York City.
The 21 year old was looking as to where his waiter had
vanished to when he first noticed her, sitting at a table
over in the corner. Two things immediately caught his
attention. First were her eyes, vivid blue pools which
seemed to sparkle even at a distance. Second were a pair
of spectacular legs which although partially obscured by
the table, seemed to go on forever. As best he could, he
followed the line of her legs right down to the stiletto
heels at the end of them.
The young man knew he was staring but couldn't bring
himself to turn away, even when he realized that he was
also now sporting a first class hard on. She was older
than him, late twenties or early thirties he would guess.
Her dark hair was done up and she was wrapped in a sexy red
dress which showcased those fantastic legs at one end and
full rounded breasts on the other. All in all, Michael
noted to himself, she was one very hot woman.
At first he thought it was his imagination, but then he was
certain of it. She was looking right back at him, dangling
one of those killer high heels off her foot. Michael
couldn't tear his eyes away and she knew it. A little
smirk appeared at the corner of her soft lips as if she
could read his mind and knew exactly how hard she was
making his dick.
Then, unbelievably, she crooked her finger, motioning for
Michael to come over to her table. Long seconds passed as
he sat petrified, then like a zombie, he grabbed his drink
and lurched across the room to her corner.
"You look like you could use some company." she said with
that same smirk playing across her lips as she motioned for
him to sit next to her at the small table.
"I certainly could." Michael replied, feeling for the
first time since he had arrived in the city like a small
town rube.
"My names Catherine." she said as she ran her gaze up and
down his body. "And it seems to me that you're getting
extremely excited just by looking at my body, hmmm?"
Michael flushed a deep red, unsure what to say. His mind
was a blank as he searched for the right phrase.
"You're legs are magnificent." he blurted out, feeling
incredible stupid the moment he'd said it.
"Oh, is it my legs that made your dick so hard? She said,
gazing down at the large lump in his pants.
Michael was now totally speechless. He'd never felt so
embarrassed in his life. He wished he could just run for
the door and disappear.
"Don't worry honey, I consider that the finest compliment."
she whispered as she leaned over close enough for him to
smell the scent of her perfume.
Relieved, Michael started breathing again.
"In fact, I have a certain weakness for young men like
yourself." she went on. "In fact, I have this knack of
knowing just what a young man like yourself needs. What
you fantasize about and what you really crave. Just think
how excited you're going to be when I take you home with me
and make all of those dirty dreams of your's come true."
"W-h-at do you mean?" Michael stuttered.
"What I'm offering you is a chance to live out your most
secret fantasies. A chance to let your secret self out for
a night."
Michael was becoming lost in the mixture of those
captivating eyes and the music of her voice.
"What's your name?" Catherine demanded.
"Michael." he answered.
"Well, Michael, shall I tell you what it is that you want
me to do to you, my little boy." she asked, again with the
little laugh.
"Yes, please."
Catherine leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes,
drawing him deeper into her spell. Then, quietly,
graphically, she proceeded to detail his most secret and
powerful fantasy.
"My guess is you'd like me to take control, to take you
home with me, tie you up so you couldn't move a muscle, and
then tease you for hours until you spurt globs of cum.
Make you do all those nasty little things you would never
have the courage to do on your own.
If he had been red-faced before, his hue now paled as
Catherine whispered in his ear. She had repeated things he
had never spoken out loud to anyone in his life. Desires
so secret he was sometimes even afraid to fantasize about
them.
"There's no need to be embarrassed." Catherine whispered
into his idea. "No one else can hear us."
Michael felt like she had read his mind, his dick had gown
so hard he thought it would burst from his pants. It felt
like all the blood in his body was rushing from his head to
his groin. Catherine didn't help matters any by slowly
rubbing her leg up against his thigh under the table.
Color slowly returned to Michael's face as he composed
himself. He still felt more than a little lightheaded with
the revelation of his darkest desires. It was as if he was
wearing a sign on his forehead that screamed pervert.
"So what do you think my little man?" the older woman
asked. "And I do hope I'm only using that phrase
figuratively. Do you have the courage to live those
desires?"
Michael's heart was beating rapidly, his palms were sweaty.
Part of him feared answering yes but another part feared
ever more never having this chance again. The word seemed
stuck in his dry throat.
"Y..Ye..ss." he finally managed to utter.
"Excellent." Catherine smiled broadly, overwhelming him
with a wave of desire. "Let's get out of here then. I'm
suddenly ravenous, but what I crave isn't on the menu."
Without waiting for his reply she rose and started for the
door. As she rose Michael noticed how tall she was, almost
2 inches over his 5 '8". Dropping some money on the table
to cover the bill, he followed her out into the street.
"My car is in the lot next door." Catherine said as she
turned to the left.
Michael quickly followed, admiring the sway of her tight
little ass as she walked. It was almost a crime, he
thought, for any woman to have such a perfect ass.
"One minute please." the garage attendant said as he took
the parking ticket from Catherine and called on the
intercom for one of his drivers to bring down her car.
Less than a minute later, an ebony black Porche two seater
zipped down the long circular ramp and came to a stop in
front of them. Mentally, Michael calculated the cost of
the car as being more than he could save over the next ten
years. He also noticed as Catherine slipped the driver a
twenty dollar bill. It was obvious that money really
wasn't a concern for her.
It took a few moments for Michael to realize that Catherine
was waiting for him to open the door for her. He quickly
rushed over and opened the drivers side.
As Catherine settled into the plush leather seat, Michael
got a beautiful view of her rounded breasts as they
strained against the top of her dress.
Closing the door, he ran to the other side and climbed in
next to her. Without a word, Catherine started the
ignition and the car roared out into the night.
They'd traveled about five blocks when Catherine pulled the
car over to the curb. She put the car in neutral and
turned to her passenger. Michael in the meantime was
looking up and around him. All of the buildings on this
block were stores and offices. All were dark and closed at
this time of night.
"Take off your tie and jacket." Catherine instructed him.
"Okay." Michael said as he pulled at the knot of his red
tie and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. Then he draped
his jacket over his bucket seat. The white shirt he wore
underneath was short sleeved.
"Nice." she said as she ran her fingers up his lightly
tanned arm.
Michael could feel the movement of every hair in his arm as
her fingernails sailed across them.
"Open the glove compartment." Catherine quietly said.
Michael did so. Inside the small box was totally empty
except for a beautiful multi-colored silk scarf. Following
her instructions, he took it out.
"What do I do with it?" he asked.
"Put your hands behind your back." she said.
Holding the scarf in one hand, he did so. It was
immediately apparent that she intended to tie him up with
it. A burst of fear flashed in his mind. It was one thing
to fantasize about being tied up, but to actually be
helpless was another thing.
"Wrap each end around your wrist as far as you can." she
continued. "Then pull it tight."
Michael did so. His hands were now tightly bound. If he
simply let go of the scarf, he would be free.
"You don't get it, do you?" Catherine asked.
Michael didn't have to answer. His facial expression told
it all.
"You control the game." she said. "You have the power to
end it anytime you wish. All you have to do is relax your
hands and let go of the scarf. Do you understand now?"
Michael nodded his head to say yes. It was an exciting
concept. To surrender control, yet to hold the key to your
captivity in your hands all the time.
Catherine leaned over and pressed her lips against
Michael's. Her lipstick tasted of cinnamon and as she
pressed her tongue into his mouth, that sweet taste spread
throughout it as well.
Her fingers pressed down on the crotch of his pants,
closing around his still hard cock, giving it a playful
squeeze. She pumped it a few times, just enough to send
tiny sparks to his brain.
Suddenly she laughed and moved her hand to the stick shift.
Catherine pushed the car into gear and pressed down on the
accelerator. The engine roared and the tires screeched as
the Porche swung away from the curb and down the street.
They turned onto 12th Ave. and drove for a little while
along the Hudson River.
Traffic soon grew heavier as they came to a complete stop
behind a tractor trailer. There was a second large truck
to Catherine's left. On the right was a row of long empty
warehouses.
Even with his limited time in Manhattan, Michael knew that
12th Ave. was the worse route you could take at this time
of night. All the truckers came this way causing traffic
jam after traffic jam. The night was not turning out like
he expected. He turned to say something but a long slender
finger pressed against his lips kept him silent.
Her fingers then went to right back to his cloth covered
hard on. Michael figured she was just going to rub him a
little more. He was shocked when she pulled down his
zipper and reached in and pulled his cock free.
"Fuck!" the young man exclaimed as his cock sprung upward.
He quickly looked right and left to see if anyone was
looking. From the high vantage point of the truck cab next
to them, you could look right down into the much lower
sportscar. Thankfully, the rider in the passenger seat
seemed involved in deep conversation with the driver next
to him.
Catherine gently scratched her long red nails along the
length of his rod, making Michael moan.
"I'm going to keep you so hard for so long and make you
come so hard, you're never going to want another woman.
After all, I'm the girl of your dreams, aren't I?"
Michael didn't have a chance to answer as Catherine bent
over and took his cock in her mouth. The wetness and
warmth of the older woman's mouth engulfed him expertly.
She continued to run her long fingers up and down the
length of his stiff cock, causing it to grow even harder
Catherine tongued the tip of his cock, licking the small
drop of pre-cum that had formed there. Then she ran her
tongue down the length of his shaft and swirled it around
his balls. Up one side and down the other, following the
trace she had left with her fingers a few moments before.
Reaching the base, the red garbed woman sucked on his
balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth.
Then she let them both slide free and moved back up his now
wet shaft.
In a sudden fluid motion, Catherine engulfed the full
length of his shaft, sliding it all the way down her
throat. She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it
once again. A fire filled her as all her pent up desires
centered on the taste, the touch, the scent of the young
man before her.
Michael was in heaven as every touch of her tongue sent
delightful sensations across his helpless body. He could
feel the rising eruption building in his balls, knowing
that it was going to be impossible for him to hold out for
long. Part of him wanted to delay the inevitable, to make
it last as long as possible. Another part screamed to
unleash all the power of his young manhood in one explosive
salvo.
Opening his eyes for a moment, Michael looked up and saw
that the empty window of the truck cab was now filled with
both the driver and his shotgun rider. Evidently they were
enjoying the show. Shutting them out of his mind, he
concentrated instead on the incredibly talented mouth
gliding up and down his cock.
Moments later, Catherine felt the first drops of warm cum
splash against the back of her throat. She deep throated
Michael's cock and swallowed the steady stream as fast as
it came. It was obvious that she loved the taste of a man
in her mouth. Not a drop was wasted.
She let his now empty cock slip from her mouth. Savoring
the tangy taste, she ran her tongue across her lips. She
lifted herself up and noticed the two truckers looking down
at them. She smiled back at them and again gunned the
engine as she cut in front of them, across the other lane
and then up the block.
"That was fun." Catherine said as they finally slowed
down.
"Yeah...fun." Michael said as he wondered how they had
avoided plowing into oncoming traffic. "Could you possible
zip me up?" he asked as they came to a red light.
"I guess so, if you really want me to." came her reply as
she looked down at his cum covered but still hard cock.
With one hand on the wheel they moved forward as the light
turned green. As she drove, Catherine slid his cock back
in his pants and pulled up his zipper.
"Thank you." he said.
Catherine drove more conservatively as they crossed midtown
and finally pulled up in front of a pre-war apartment
building that just reeked of money. Catherine opened the
door for Michael this time as his hands were obviously
occupied. She draped his jacket over his shoulders and
guided him toward the large carved and oversized doors. As
she passed the doorman, she tossed him the keys to the
Porche.
Michael noticed that the doorman didn't seem surprised to
see Catherine leading a young man at least ten years
younger than her. He guessed that money turned a blind
eyes to a lot of things.
On the elevator ride up to the penthouse apartment,
Catherine kept his hard on stiff with her teasing fingers
and equally teasing voice. Ignoring two couples that stood
at the front of the elevator with their backs to them, she
whispered obscene suggestions into his ear.
Once at her apartment, she led him still tied into the
bedroom. There, instead of turning on the lights, she lit
a number of scented candles.
Walking up to him, she undid the buttons of his shirt and
pulled it down his arms. With his hands still tied, she
couldn't take it all the way off.
Unbuckling his belt, Catherine let his pants drop to the
floor. His underwear followed. Michael stepped out of
them and she kicked the pile of clothes across the room.
"If you'd like to get rid of this as well," she said as she
pulled on his undershirt. "I'll let you undo your hands
for exactly fifteen seconds....." she paused for a beat
and added. "Starting now!"
As fast as he could, Michael did as he was told. He barely
got the scarf wrapped back around his hands as the second
hand of the wall cock ended his precious few moments of
freedom.
As the last of his clothes hit the floor, Catherine walked
up to his smooth, lightly haired body and ran her nails
across his chest.
"I guess they grow them good on the farm". She laughed.
Then with a sudden motion, she grabbed his cock and pulled
him over to a small wooden chair in the center of the room.
"Sit!" She commanded.
Reacting instantly, the former Indiana farm boy landed his
ass on the hard wooden chair with a bang. He had reacted
without thinking, a fact with made Catherine very happy.
Taking a few steps back, Catherine reached behind her and
unzipped her red dress. Leaning over, she gave Michael an
unrestricted view of her round firm breasts. Then she let
the front of the dress fall free, giving him an even better
look.
"Do you like these?" she asked as she squeezed each mound
and rubbed her fingers over the already hard nipples.
"Yes, Ma'am." Michael replied as the watched the candle
light bounce off her creamy skin.
Clad only in a pair of red silk panties, Catherine moved
closer until she straddled Michael in the chair. Dancing
to an unheard music she swayed back and forth, continuing
to play with her breasts just inches from the young man's
face. Her nipples were close enough that Michael could've
just reached out and touched them with his tongue. That is
if he had the nerve to try.
Catherine continued her dance, lowering herself onto his
lap, inch by inch. Her satin covered ass pressed hard
against his erection, causing Michael to moan softly. She
slid back and forth, stroking his cock with her soft
cheeks.
Her long nails ran across the soft hair of his chest,
stroking his own tiny nipples. Pressing her face against
his pecs, she tickled his nipples with her tongue, drawing
circles around them.
Lifting her left breast in her hand, she guided it to
Michael's mouth. There was no mistaking the invitation.
He opened wide to accept her offering as she pressed her
flesh into his mouth. The scent of her perfume filled his
nostrils as he sucked on her breast. Catherine stroked the
back of his head and whispered words of encouragement as
she switched breasts, urging him to feast on her other
mound.
"Mmmm....very good." she purred as she arched backward and
enjoyed his attentions.
While Michael enjoyed his repast, Catherine continued to
rub her ass against his cock. The friction of silk against
flesh gave him a euphoric sensation. She knew if she kept
this up for long her expansive panties would soon be
covered with cum.
The tall woman climbed off her young lover and gave his now
totally erect cock a playful tug. She bent over and gave
it a tiny kiss as well, licking a small pearl of white that
had formed at it's head.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She grinned as she gave him
another kiss, this time on his lips.
"Oh yes." he replied ecstatically as her lips left his.
"Do you want to stop?" she asked.
"Oh no." the young man said even more excited tone.
"Definitely not!"
"We shall see..." Catherine said, her statement hanging in
the quiet air.
Catherine raised her left leg and brought it to rest on the
edge of his chair. She again ran her fingers through his
short brown hair. Her hand continued along the side of his
face, gently stroking it.
"You are a very handsome young man." She said as she
removed her hand from his face and ran it down the valley
between her breasts.
Catherine continued downward and gripped the thin elastic
of her panties, her crotch only a few inches from Michael's
face. As she began to pull the material down to expose her
sexuality, Michael hoped he remembered everything he'd
learned from his limited experience trying cunnilingus with
the girls back home.
The thin red panties fell to the floor as Michael's mouth
fell open. No sound issued from his lips. The expression
on his face could only be described as one of shock.
Hanging between her legs was a cock that was larger than
Michael's own. Totally hairless, it hung semi-erect less
than an inch from Michael's mouth. The image was so out of
place with that of the exquisite woman in front of him.
The young man's eyes darted back and forth between
Catherine's beautiful face and the inexplicable secret
between her legs.
"Yo.... you're a guy...." he finally gasped.
Catherine smiled down at him. "Do you really believe
that?" she asked.
The expression on the bewildered young man showed that he
didn't know what to think. Time stood silent as he tried
to understand.
"Think about what you've been feeling." she continued.
"Think about your fantasies and desires."
It was obvious that was exactly what he was thinking.
"Remember, you're in control here." she reminded him. "If
you want to end it here, all you have to do is relax your
hands and let that scarf fall to the floor."
It was that simple. Michael knew it. A simple relaxing of
his hands and he was on the way out the door. Why couldn't
he bring himself to do it.
Staring at the cock hanging just before his eyes, Michael
thought of the times he and Jimmy Craig had jerked off
together back home. A few times they'd even jerked each
other off. He remembered that it had felt pretty good.
Just as good as when Sally Hayden, his first real
girlfriend, had done it later on. There were nights that
he had wondered that if he hadn't become involved with
Sally, would he and Jimmy have gone any further.
"Decision time." Catherine said, breaking a prolonged
silence.
Michael knew he should let go of the scarf. Just relax his
fingers and stand up. That was the right thing to do.
Instead he found himself leaning forward and taking
Catherine's cock into his mouth.
Surprised at his own actions, Michael couldn't really put
words to the thrill that ripped through his body as he felt
her hardness fill his mouth. A tangy taste so much like
his own, which he had tasted many times, covered his
tongue. The fact that it wasn't his own brought a special
excitement to it.
Catherine stood motionless, letting her young lover adjust
to the new experience. Michael could feel her cock growing
to a new hardness as he let it slip between his lips and
ran his tongue around the bulb like head. He drew in a
breath of air through his nostrils, reveling in the thick
scent of cock and balls.
The now fully erect cock jerked to life, hitting the back
of his throat. Michael worked his vibrating tongue across
the length of his prize, nuzzling her naked balls. Once he
started, Michael knew he couldn't stop.
Confident now that Michael had made his decision, Catherine
began to slide her cock in and out of his mouth, taking
control of the experience. Her action seemed to add to his
excitement.
Faster and faster she began to pump his virgin mouth,
offering suggestions to him as he eagerly followed every
one.
The young man's technique was crude, but no more than Sally
Hayden's had been the first time she had sucked Michael
off. As with Sally, he more than made up for lack of
experience with enthusiasm.
A few hours ago, Michael would've never believed he would
enjoyed the feel of a hard cock sliding in and out of his
mouth. His own cock was harder than he could've imagined.
This was a fantasy that he never would've even admitted to
himself.
Catherine held the back of his head tightly as she felt the
familiar pressure building inside of her. Seconds later
Michael's mouth filled with a creamy whiteness.
"Oh God yes!" Catherine exclaimed as she felt her energy
drain into the young man.
The excitement of a virgin mouth added to her climax as she
pumped every last drop of her orgasm into Michael. The
young man gagged a little until he opened his mouth wider
to let some of her seed splash down his chin. It felt
strange, it felt forbidden....it felt wonderful.
Drained, Catherine let her now softening cock slip from
Michael's mouth. She wiped the sticky residue from his
chin with her fingers and then licked them clean as well.
Pressing her lips again against his, she reached into his
mouth with her tongue and sampled her own fruits.
"Now it's your turn." she whispered into his ear in her
sexiest voice. "I'll be right back."
The tall woman moved over to a night table and removed a
small jar. She coated her fingers with the clear greasy
gel from the container and then smeared another generous
helping of in on Michael's rock hard cock. With all the
excitement of the last hour, just her touch was almost
enough to cause him to explode.
"Not yet lover." Catherine said as she squeezed the base
of his cock in a way as to stem a rising tide.
Once more Catherine straddled her young captive and lowered
her ass against his rising cock. She placed a soft hand
alongside his hardness and guided it to her tight hole.
Michael felt a great tightness press against the head of
his cock as she pressed down against his manhood.
The pressure increased dramatically as Catherine took more
of him within her. Michael couldn't believe the tightness
of her ass, or how good it felt around his cock. No girl
had ever felt this great - not even Sally that first time
in his father's pickup.
Catherine's pace began to increase as she rode his cock
faster and faster. With it grew Michael's pleasure. She
slammed her ass against his balls again and again, driving
him deeper and deeper inside of her.
"Fuck me lover!" she called out. "Fuck your woman!"
In every aspect of his mind, that was exactly what she was
to Michael. She might have a slightly different anatomy
than he had expected, but she truly was the girl of his
dreams.
The tension in his cock could be felt all the way down to
his toes as the rising tide Catherine had paused a few
minutes before returned with double the intensity. His
lover recognized the tightness in his groin as she pressed
against it once more.
Catherine pulled Michael's face against her breasts as she
slammed down once final time. An action that burst the dam
within him, sending a raging torrid into the tight confines
of her ass.
The sudden release caused Michael's entire body to relax.
Like a rag doll he lost all strength in his extremities as
it was replaced by a crashing wave of euphoria. He opened
his mouth to speak but didn't have any energy to do even
that.
The young man collapsed against the back of the chair, his
head resting in the bosom of her breasts. She wrapped her
arms around him and held him close, even as she felt him
grow soft inside of her.
He had been fun, as the smile on her face attested, the
best she'd had in a very long time. Michael had genuinely
believed in their little game, something very rare in her
conquests. He might very well be the one.
Normally, Catherine preferred virgins, only playing the
game once with each new lover. This time however, she was
sure there would be a second act.
END
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