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From: dulcinea97@aol.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DULCINEA: "B" is for Belt (m/f, cons, light bd)
Date: 16 Nov 1996 07:52:12 GMT
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"B" is for Belt
by Dulcinea

   From some little cubby hole, she produced a balloon.  He paid
little attention to her as she blew it up, her fingers making the 
plastic squeak as she tied a knot in the end.  "Look what I've got."
She said, holding the pear shaped balloon on her fingertips.
"Wanna play catch?"

   He looked up from the stack of papers before him, fixing a 
blank stare on the balloon.  "Not now, honey.  I'm busy."

   "Busy, smizzy."  She bounced the balloon off his head, smiling
seductively.  "It's Friday night.  You have all weekend to do this.
Relax a little tonight."  She bounced the balloon off his head once
again. "Come play with me."

   "Don't do that again."

   "What?"  She asked.  "This?"  She bounced the balloon off his 
head, then squealed as he flung the chair back, suddenly on his 
feet and chasing after her.  He growled, grabbing at her shirt, 
making her squeal again.  She slipped through his fingers, darting
through the kitchen and back into the dining room.  "Gotcha!"
He shouted, cornering her in the den.  

   "Oh  Yeah?"  She was breathing hard,  from the sudden exertion
and all the laughter.  "I thought you were too busy to bother with
me tonight."

   "Heh heh heh....  I'm never too busy to bother you, lady."  He 
leered.  He grabbed for her and missed, his fingertips whispering 
against the thin fabric of her shirt.  "In fact, now you've gone and 
done it.  Now I am going to bother you all night long."
 
   "Hah!  I'll believe that when I see it	!"  She picked up a pillow

from the sofa and threw it at him.  "All night!"  She scoffed.

   "All Night, baby.  I'll have you begging for mercy before midnight."

   She laughed again, watching him bat away the pillow she tossed.  
"Catch me!  Catch me if you can!"  She teased.

   "All right!"  He swung a leg over the couch, using the springiness
of the cushions to propel himself towards her.  "Gotcha!"  He cried,
wrapping his arms around her. waist.  She struggled, but only enough 
den, ensure the contact between her backside and his hard member.  
"I guess you got me."  She cried between laughs.  "Now what are you 
going to do with me?"
  
   "I'm thinking.  I'm thinking."  He cupped one breast, pinching her
nipple through her clothes.  "I should take a belt to your behind, young
lady."  He said sternly.  "I'll teach you a lesson about bothering
people."

   "You wouldn't dare!"

   :Wouldn't I?"  He backed up towards the dining room, where he'd 
left his belt earlier when he'd come home.  She was always on his case 
about leaving his things laying around... well this time, it had played 
into his schemes.  He started to sit down and put her over his knee, but
suddenly he thought of a better idea.
 
   Steering her back into the den, he bent her over the couch and
captured her arms by her sides, wrapping the belt around her to secure
her that way.  "Hey!"  She shouted, trying to squirm away.  "Don't you 
dare!"

   "Dare.  Dare.   You keep using that word.  Of course I dare."  He 
helped her stand up, then looked into her eyes.  He saw no real anger
there, so he didn't stop.  "In fact, my dear,"  he whispered, bending
her back over the couch, "I plan on daring a great deal more."

   She squirmed in her bonds, trying to find a way out of the belt.  It
didn't hurt, but she was definitely trapped.  Every time she tried to 
stand up, he gently but firmly pushed her back down over the couch.
"First,"  he said, as she felt his hands slide all across her back and 
her ass, down the backs of her thighs., "First we have to get rid of
some of these restricting clothes."

   Bending over her, he kissed the back of her neck, making her shudder.
  His fingers found the zipper on her jeans, and suddenly, her pants
were gone, and those same fingers were dipping inside her panties,
sliding down her shaved lips to slip inside.  "Already wet and waiting
for me."  He said, his breath hot against her neck.  He captured her 
earlobe between his teeth, and she had to moan.  "Damn you."  She
said, her pussy already twitching around his invading finger.  "You 
know I can't take it when you kiss the back  of my neck!"

   "Oh?  Like this?  Or This?"  he left a trail of fire across the
sensitive
skin, his teeth gently gnawing her shoulder.  She gasped, her hips 
starting to thrust back against his fingers.  "Uh-uh-uh.... no cumming
until I tell you to."  He whispered.  He gave her one last kiss on her 
back,  the kind that would leave a hickey.   "Oh, I'm going to get you 
for this!'' She said.

   "Can I take that as a promise?"  He laughed.  He stepped away from
her, then her panties were on the floor.  She heard another zipper, and
the jingle of change as he stepped out of his own pants.  "How you doing
there, baby?"  He asked, running his palms around the sweet curves
of her ass.  Holding his cock, he rubbed it against her thighs and all
over
her hips and her ass, then slid it carefully along her wet pussy, just 
between the lips.  "You like that?"

   Her answer came in the form of even more moaning.  "Don't tease 
me, please."  She begged, pushing back against him.  The swollen 
head of his cock kept striking her equally swollen clit, sending her
into near spasms.  "Please!"

   "Please?  Please?"  He slid deep inside her, and she cried out, her 
first orgasm washing across her, making her pussy clamp delightfully
around his hard cock.  Holding her by her hips , he began to pump in
and out as fast as he could, the slurrpy wet sounds of their love a 
symphony to their ears.  

   Deeper and deeper he thrust, harder and harder until her cries 
came again, and he was filling her up with his cum.  "Oh Gawd."
He moaned, laying on top of her.  Wrapping his arms around her,
 he held her, feeling her heart pounding in  rhythm with his own.

   "I suppose,"  She said after they had both calmed down a bit, 
"that asking to be released would be silly?"

   "Oh, I don't know."  He started kissing her neck and shoulders, 
smelling the light lemon fragrance she wore in her hair.  "Is it 
causing you pain or discomfort?"  She shook her head.  "Then 
yes, it is silly."

   With a contented sigh, he stood up and stepped away from her, 
his cock still semi hard as he pulled out of her.  "Remember, I 
promised to bother you all night."  He walked around to the front 
of the sofa, and presented his cock to her.  She smiled, then stuck 
out her tongue to clean off their love making.

   Just watching her full lips close around his cock made him grow 
harder, and he decided to have some fun.  After all, her hands were 
trapped, and he could ...... he laughed, pulling his cock out of her 
mouth and rubbing the head across her lips, her cheeks, all over 
her face.  Oh yeas, tonight would be fun......


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