[lnch] [1997-06-10] Lunchtime Vignette (bdsm Fm harsh)
Lunchtime Vignette, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1997. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.
Word Count: 724
He hurried to her apartment as soon as he could. The
message on his pager had just said, "Be here soonest for lunch."
When she opened the door for him, she quietly pointed to the side
room where the computer and her toys were kept. Knowing the
routine, he went into that room, half-noticing the active chat
session on the monitor. He took off his clothes (hanging them in
the closet) and lay on the floor with his legs spread and his
hands folded behind his head.
She walked into the room, unsmiling, dressed down in jeans
and sweatshirt and carrying the thin stranded flogger and an
adjustable cock ring. As always, his cock rose at the sight of
her. She knelt by his waist and fondled "her cock", then
suddenly slapped him *hard* on the balls. His vision clouded as
his stomach lurched, and by the time the shock and initial pain
had faded she had put the cock ring around his shaft and
throbbing balls.
She twirled the flogger until it made a whistling sound in
the air, then brought it down over his chest until the tips
barely scraped his nipples in passing. She angled the strands
one way and the other, covering his chest with bright red lines
that quickly faded, moving the flogger downward to leave similar
marks on his belly. His erection had grown back through this and
he struggled to keep from moving his hips, knowing how keenly
those nylon strands would bite into his cock.
She pulled the flogger back and paused, admiring her
handiwork. She reached down to trace some of the lines on his
belly and his body quivered in response. Satisfied, she
unfastened her pants and slid them down to the floor. She had
nothing on beneath -- the dark curls between her thighs glistened
in the light. She stood over him, presenting her ass for his
attention, and kneeled slowly taking his cock in her hand and
holding it at the most convenient angle for her.
He gasped as she sank down onto him and started a slow up-
and-down movement. Her anus winked obscenely open and closed at
him, and he licked his lips absent-mindedly. Not for the first
time he both thanked and cursed the cock ring -- it kept him hard
for her, but the longer she rode him the more sensitive and
painful the head of his cock became. She knew this, of course --
she had used her little vibrator to bring herself to a quick
shivering cum right before he got to the apartment, just so she
could last longer with him inside her.
He watched helplessly, toes curled, wishing she would at
least allow him to lift his hands to touch her as she grunted and
moved faster on top of him. He winced as she squeezed her cunt
around his cock, then felt her spasms as she began to cum. His
cock throbbed painfully now, swollen and trapped as she rubbed
one hand over her clit and screamed out her pleasure, again and
again. Finally she rolled off to one side, leaving his cock to
slap stickily against his belly. There was a time of silence,
broken only by the paired sounds of heavy breathing -- one from
passion denied and one from pleasure taken.
She stood on wobbly legs and left the room for a moment,
returning briefly with a damp washcloth. She took the head of
his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then
released it and cleaned his groin of her juices. She then lay
down on top of him and kissed him deeply, rocking her now-clean
crotch against his still pulsing cock. "I just love having take-
out," she purred. "Hope you don't get into an accident with that
on the way back to work!"
And with that she left the room. The clock on the wall told
him he'd have just enough time to get dressed and get back for
his afternoon meeting -- but only enough time for that.
Lying in her bed, softly stroking between her legs, she
heard the door close behind him and imagined what he would be
like until he could remove the cock ring. She wondered which of
the secretaries in his office would call her later with a
detailed personal report...
/end/ 06-10-1997 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved