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great story loved the surprise
Incest Man wrote:
> http://www.incesttabooo.com/silksk.html
>
> 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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