3 comments/ 86676 views/ 3 favorites His, Completely By: kttysbehind The night is cool, crisp, one of those nights you can feel the energy in the air. Walking along I got this excitement building inside me, not just from the night air but also from the excitement to come. Catching site of you, as I get closer my whole body tingles. You look so good standing under the shadows of the streetlights. I can feel your smile as I walk up, reaching out taking your hand in my as I lean close and kiss your neck, your arm wrapping around me pulling me against your warmth. Snuggling against you, I slide my hands under your jacket caressing your tummy and hips, still nibbling on your neck softly. You always smell so delicious. My hands wander down and around over your tight denim clad ass, the shape and contour so well know by my hands. My tongue dancing down to your collarbone before I can stop and pull away from you. Too much is planned tonight for me to loose sight of the time. Dropping my hands down I take your hand in mine, once again and pull you along beside me anxious for the night to unfold. Walking towards home together our hands clasped swinging together we're both teasing and laughing over little things and nothings. It just feels so good and so right when we're together. There's so much I want for you. So many things I want to see you experience, that's why tonight is so important. An excitement runs thru me more urgently as were near the house, our home. Waiting as you open the door I watch your movements, you move go assuredly, like you know exactly what you want and how to get it. Your hands attract my attention even when they're not on my skin driving me wild. Those thick fingers that so know how to make me wiggle and bed you to …oh I am getting away from the story now, putting that thought aside as I lean against your back my hands pressing against your sweet ass pushing you inside. Laughing as you grab me and tug me onto the sofa with you , letting you think your leading me into your trap, I try to wrestle away making a good show as your hands slide over my chest causing my nipples to tingle. Quickly I sit up, looking at you , my eyes on yours before I lean down and slide my tongue over your lips, your hands moving up and down my back then over my ass lifting me slightly as I deepen the kiss. You know I would do anything you ask when your hands touch me, my hips slowly taking a slight roll before I can control them as you take the kiss away from me making it your aggression. Your tongue dipping in and out of my mouth, each time it leaves I feel a loss as one hand slide up and your fingers grasp my neck, my body knows who the real master is. I may get to take some control over your sweet ass at times butt deep down I know its only because you enjoy it and know how much it pleases me that you let me. You know that part of me that takes over, the part that would do anything to lick you all over, to have you under my tongue as you let me take that control. Sensing my thoughts, you draw back as your hands gently direct my body to sit upwards, pushing my shirt up and you lean up and bite my left nipple, tugging it into your mouth as your tongue dances over it, making me moan softly as I arch my back to you. Your hands, your mouth both taking possession of my body. I have never denied you that right, I have always know you are my Master and I am under your control, I only ask that I be allowed to continue to please you in all ways. Smiling down at you watching as your mouth leaves my left nipple, licking a path to the other, the wet warmth of your mouth leaving as the cool air hitting it causing it to pucker right up, I catch the sly grin as you notice before you direct the same attention to my other nipple. I feel myself melting into you as your hands quickly move down and push my skirt up on my thighs exposing my most prized possession to you, yours, you know that its yours and you know what power you have over that and all parts of me. Suddenly I feel your fingers on my clit, my hips jerking as I take in a deep breath fighting for control. My hands gripping your forearms, your finger thrusting deeply into my wet pussy making me moan softly as I push my self closer to you, my body taking over my mind. Please with yourself your hands move away from me, I look quickly at you trying to see what could of happened noticing the look in your eyes. "Stand up!" Obeying quickly I move to stand as your hand smacks down on my ass cheek soundly causing me to jump at the contact feeling my ass turn hot. "Bend over and show me that pussy" You instruct, before I get bent completely over I feel your hand on my hips pulling me towards you. "I can't wait longer" showing me you mean it as you thrust your hard thick cock completely into my tight pussy, as you pull me further back filling me. I can feel your cock throbbing as it's buried inside me. Your hands grasping my hips and you pull me back and forth matching the stroke of your hips working your cock deeper and deeper as your balls start slapping against my clit as your speed picks up. "Oh yes baby, fuck your pussy, please don't stop." I beg you as your hands loosen, one falling to the small of my back wordlessly instructing me to bend more. My ass lifting more as I lean completely down. Your hand slapping my ass again, causing me to jump, your cock taking advantage of my body pushing deeper into my tight pussy as your quickly slide a finger into my tighter hole. Moaning loudly, your finger exciting me more, spreading my tight puckered hole slightly. "YesYesYESSSSS, fuck my ass too baby." I plead, wiggling now, pushing back onto your cock more. "You know I love your cock pounding into my ass" Still pleading as I feel your cock pull out of my pussy and force it's way into my ass. OH that's it, my mind thinks, only moans making it out of my mouth now as your cock slips deeper and deeper into my ass.suddenly your hips thrust forcing the whole of your cock deep inside me, my ass completely filled as your hips jerk working your cock in small hard thrust into my tight ass. My hand sliding down covering my clit, as I pushing back to meet your thrust, my ass eager for more. My clit throbbing as you pull out and thrust back in my ass swelling inside with the force of your cock slamming in and out of me. Suddenly my ass is empty, causing me to moan, my hips moving still, my body so alive, so horny. Turning quickly to plead for more I feel your hard cock hit my face. "Suck me!" as your hands grab my hair pushing your cock into my mouth. Your eyes shinning as I suck eagerly on your cock, tasting you, mixed with me as I pull your cock deeply into my mouth. "That's right, deeper." Pushing your cock deeper forcing me to take more as your hips start grinding as you fuck my mouth. "Oh yes, that's it, oh Damn that feels so good!" Your cock thrusting into my throat as I suck harder my hands cupping your balls as you move back, still holding my hand as you flip me around and shove your cock back into my ass up to your balls. Again your cock starts pounding into my ass, my clit throbbing harder, feeling myself starting to cum. Yanking your cock out again as I tell you to fuck me, letting you know I am so near cumming as you force your cock into my throat again, grinding your hips your balls pushing against my chin, your hard cock hitting my throat as it pushing against my lips. Again you pull me around and force your cock back into my waiting ass. Your hands reaching under my grabbing a hold of my breast as you slam your cock into my ass, your moans louder than mine as your cock pounds deeper and deeper into my tight ass. One hand pinching my nipples as you reach under me pushing three fingers into my wet pussy as your cock buried itself in my ass, my hips taking over as I grind and wiggle under you. "Oh fuck me" I beg as I feel myself starting to cum, my hips bucking wildly as I pull your cock completely into my ass wiggling back and forth in small short thrust. My pussy closing around your fingers as I feel your cock swelling inside my ass as your hand lets go of my breast holding me hips tight as your cum explodes inside of my ass. Collapsing under you, my clit still throbbing as I finish cumming, my body still jumping as each one races thru me. Oh yes, I am yours, completely yours. Just as you have told me. You Sir are my boss, my owner, my Love. His, Completely To the readers who liked my first story: this one's a similar premise...cheating wife scenario. However it's much different than "On a dare." There's a lot more back story and setup. You're not meant to like the main character, Veronica, at least at first. She's pretty much a snobby bitch. But to be fair, she is HOT snobby bitch! * "Oh Christ!" Veronica's eyes scanned the kitchen. The countertop looked like a landslide of leftover mess from her husband's Monday Night Football party. Pizza boxes, filthy plates, empty bags of chips, beer cans, bottles and ashtrays. Before the game, Nicholas had made his famous meatball subs. He was supposed to have loaded the dishwasher before he went to work this morning, but dry red sauce was still caked on everything. The room reeked of garlic and stale beer. Veronica fumed. Nick didn't have to be at work until 10 in the morning, while she was on her way to the office by 7am every day. Still, he hadn't even bothered to empty his friend's beer bottles for recycling. She could barely spot her precious black granite countertop below all the mess. The room looked more like a demolition site then a kitchen. She checked her watch. "Ugh." She really needed a soak in the whirlpool before she left for her business trip tomorrow. Still, nothing got under her skin like a mess left in the house--especially a mess in her kitchen. Yes, her kitchen. Trip or no trip, there was no way she could relax upstairs knowing how things had been left down here. She carefully rolled up the sleeves of her new Tahari blouse and lifted the first, biggest thing she saw. The saucepan. The lid was still on top, and she noticed just a moment too late that the pan was full of water. An oily red sludge sloshed out from under the lid and onto her slacks... ...The same mint clam diggers that she was planning on wearing out for dinner with her boss and his wife tomorrow night. "Shit, noo!!" She dropped the pot into the sink and spun around. Quickly, she kicked off her heels, and stripped out of her pants. She sprinted barefoot into the laundry and grabbed a stain stick. She rubbed the goo all over the stain and breathed a sigh of relief--it wasn't as big as she feared. Then, as she threw the pants into the washer, she remembered... "Oh no! Oh no, no, no....Goddamnit Nicholas!!!" Last week, the washer had gone on the fritz, and leaked soapy drain water all over the laundry floor. The had spread quickly, and was discovered only a foot or so from the pricey maple floor that she'd insisted on having installed in the kitchen when they bought the house. Nick was supposed to have gotten a plumber in to fix the drain line, but clearly, he had spaced on that too. A pair of disconnected drain hoses were still draped into the wash tub, where he'd left them. Score two for Nicholas. Veronica checked her watch again and looked at the entrance to the kitchen. The light maple shone with perfect luster. Weighing the option of re-connecting the washer against the odds that it might leak again, Veronica quickly made up her mind. She grabbed the soiled pants and a few odds and ends and stuffed it all into a laundry bag. She dug in the hamper to find something else to wear and came up with a plaid skirt she'd worn to a party two weeks ago. It looked a bit "hot" with her white work blouse, but hey, she was in a hurry. She was going to the Laundromat, she was going to get her slacks clean, and then, she was going to get that whirlpool. ****** Veronica eased her silver Audi into the parking lot of a little Laundromat on the edge of town. It was a small, dingy, kind of forgotten-looking place. A relic from the 70's, she guessed. Every morning, as she headed out of her upscale new development and up to the expressway, Veronica clicked her tongue as she passed it. Shaking her head, she'd fantasize that somehow, overnight, someone--some developer--had just flattened the damn thing. She'd close her eyes and imagine that when she opened them back up, there'd be a Starbucks or Panera there. Or maybe a little organic grocer. Oh well. Tonight, at least, she was thankful it was still just a trusty old Laundromat. Veronica pushed open the door to the laundry and stepped inside. God, it really was tiny, she thought: just two rows of washers, then a dingy lounge area and a bank of big dryers on the far wall. Down one row of washers, she saw a skinny welfare-mom type. The woman deposited her quarters in the last machine in the row and shut the lid. She cast Veronica an ironic little smile of victory meant to express that she'd claimed the aisle for herself and slid her basket onto the middle washer to mark her territory. Veronica squeezed around to the other side and let out a labored sigh. Down on the floor, sprawled across half of the aisle, was a young man with a crescent wrench. He appeared to be fixing the plumbing of one of the washers. Looking up from the floor, the kid pointed towards the machines with his wrench. "These four are out of commission for tonight. The two on the end though, they still work. Just give me a minute, I'll clear you a path." Veronica leaned her back against the window as the young kid continue to wrench underneath the washer. In a snobbish, exasperated voice, she spoke: "...Ok, because I've got like an hour and a half to get this wash done and dried. You have no idea what kind of shit I've had to deal with today." Nonplussed, the kid checked his watch. "Well, we're open 'till ten. You can either leave it or come back later on. If you want, I could transfer the clothes." Veronica smiled a fake smile that seemed to say, "you are so on my shit list, little man" and again, checked her watch. Mentally repeating one of her mother's mantras about catching bees with honey she tried to tone down her attitude. She looked around, "You don't have a cigarette machine here do you?" The kid grimaced as he tightened something under the washer, then reached in his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled pack of Camels and offered them. "No. But you can have one of these." Veronica wrinkled her nose at the offered pack. "...Or, there's a 7-11 downtown. Your choice..." Veronica stepped forward to retrieve the crumpled pack. For a brief moment, she stood directly over the boy. As she leaned down to take the cigarette, she offered him a strained smile. He was nice looking, she observed. Young, maybe 19 or 20. "Thank you." She took her cigarette outside to the car, lit it from the lighter and called Nicholas on her cell. It went to voicemail immediately--his way of avoiding her--so she laid into him electronically: "YOU ARE ON MY SHITLIST NICHOLAS!! What is up with the kitchen??!! Next paycheck you owe me a new outfit for the one I ruined trying to clean up your mess!! Do you hear me??!!" She snapped the phone shut and slinked back in her seat. Inhaling the rich smoke from her cigarette, she pondered her marriage for a few moments. My husband is a child she thought to herself. He is never going to grow up and I am going to have to take care of him for the rest of our lives together. His only passion in life is football, and I am an accessory--worse, I'm turning into a substitute mother for him. Veronica let out a deep sigh and tweaked the rear-view mirror around to confront herself. She checked her makeup, eyes, and lips. Really, she'd only come into her own in the last few years since she'd been promoted at work. She was now a regional sales manager and had a team of fifteen salesman beneath her. As she'd been promoted, her confidence had also risen. Lately, she realized that she was changing, becoming more of a boss and less of a subordinate. The change in job title also brought about an unexpected change in her physical confidence. She'd always known she was attractive, but now, having so many men underneath her at work, it seemed to have opened up her mind a bit about her sexuality. She had begun to feel much more confident and aggressive towards men at work and in her life. She knew that it was getting her a reputation as a "bitch," but secretly, she kind of liked the label. It made her feel capable, even a bit dangerous. Of course, feeling her oats for the first time in her life had also caused her to re-examine her choice in a husband. Nicholas had been her first boyfriend in college and they seemed to have slipped right into marriage as a foregone conclusion. After a few years working at the university athletic department, he had hit a plateau in his career. And he seemed perfectly happy with it. He was an assistant athletic trainer for the football team--one of four trainers whose job it was to see the team fit for training and games. Really, he was the ultimate guys guy. He was on a team of trainers, whose task it was to cater to the kids on the team, watching them lift weights, logging their training stats, massaging them after practice. When he wasn't at work, he and his buddies were planning their fantasy football league. How had it escaped her, she now wondered, that her husband's entire life was about football. I could give a shit about football she thought quietly to herself. The most important thing in my husband's life, and I could give a shit about it. Veronica swung her long legs out of her car and slowly walked over to the window of the Laundromat. As she finished the cigarette, she gazed through the glass at the at the young man sprawled out beneath the washers. As she watched him work, he smiled at her. Funny, she thought to herself, there's something familiar about him. The kid's name was Carter, and, as he finished tightening down a compression valve he snuck a peak or two outside at the lady. She looked pretty well put-together he thought. Tall for a woman, and thin. Hot, in a business-y sort of way. He imagined she was probably 25, maybe 26. Kind of young to be so bossy, he thought, but then again, she looked like the kind of woman who came from some money and was used to getting her way. She'd made it obvious that she was put off by him being there--in her way--and for this, he was rewarding her by taking a few unnecessary minutes to finish the repair. As he noodled with the supply line, he snuck another glance or two up at her. She had her back turned now, and from behind, he admired her well-toned legs and fine womanly ass. She looked thin under that expensive blouse. He didn't remember much of a chest, but then again, he wasn't a tit man. Carter chuckled to himself as he imagined the type of men who'd inhabit her world: groveling employees, smitten bosses, the earnest husband with the big checkbook. He'd noted the rock and the band on her left hand and he was sure that gold wasn't the only thing she knew how to wrap around her finger. Though young, Carter knew his way around women. Slowly, the devious little mechanisms of his mind sprung to life and began to turn. He wondered to himself: what it would take to have her? ***** As soon as the kid finished, Veronica strutted back inside with her laundry slung over her shoulder. She loaded two machines, then marched over to a small lounge area by a soda machine. A sliver of light shone out from beneath what looked like a closet door on the other side of the lounge. Veronica sat down at a row of chairs and selected a People from a grimy stack of magazines. As her hands flipped the pages, her mind returned to the repair guy. There was something familiar about this kid, she thought. But for her life, she couldn't fathom how she knew him. Veronica gazed over the top of the magazine at the light under the closed closet door. She cast her eyes around the Laundromat and noticed for the first time that the welfare hag had disappeared, leaving her alone with the boy. A moment later, the closet door opened. Veronica peered over her People at the young man as he emerged, wiping his hands with a towel. Her eyes remained on him for a second longer than they should have, as again, she struggled to place him. When the kid smiled back at her, Veronica realized she was staring, "Oh, sorry." "Oh that's OK. You can look all you like." Veronica blushed, "No, I mean... It's just that I think I know you from somewhere..." They studied one another for a beat, but neither of them could make a connection. This time, the kid broke the silence. "Would you like a soda?" "No thanks...Well sure--I guess." The kid selected a key from a large ring, and swung open the heavy soda machine door. Cold air spilled out into the room. As he walked over to Veronica, he wiped the lid off with his t-shirt. Gesturing at her manicured nails, he popped the top for her, then popped his own. "You don't mind regular do you?" Veronica looked at the can of Cola Classic in her hands and said "no." then added "thanks," (though she was a diet cola kind of girl). The kid then flashed her another smile--this one just a little bit cocky she thought--and put out his hand. "My name's Carter." Veronica slowly took his hand and shook. It felt stronger than she expected, warm. As she told him her name, she noticed his height: average, a bit taller than her for sure, but not as tall as Nicholas, anyway. He was very cute though--and in a way that was somehow both older and younger at the same time. "I'm sorry, I know this sounds stupid, but you look familiar. Do you go to Lafayette?... My husband's the trainer for the football team." Again, with the smile, "No. I'm at state. Sophomore year." "Oh." Veronica's agile mind went to work. State school. Sophomore. What's that 20 years old? And then that name, "Carter," you didn't hear it very often, and she had known a Carter once, but, but... She snuck another awkward glance at the kid. He stood there, looking out the window at traffic, coolly passive. As long as her attention was on him, he'd give her plenty of time to think. Veronica struggled with a memory from years ago--her junior year in high school. It was about ten years ago, and she'd almost completely forgotten about it. But no, she thought, it can't be. She couldn't imagine that this could be that Carter. Her voice betrayed just a hint of nervousness, "Carter Dowling?" This time, it was the kid's turn to look surprised. "Yeah...Yes, actually." "I'm Veronica Salford. ...You're from Longmont. You were... Weren't you a friend of Carrie Richards?" Veronica's mind kind of hiccupped. She could feel her blush rising, and suddenly, in a moment, she could feel it betraying everything she knew about this boy. His name was Carter Dowling and back in high school, her friend Carrie used to baby sit for him. His parents had been well off, but not showy-rich like most of the families in Longmont. They had moved to town in Veronica's freshman year of high school and from the start, most of the other parents thought the Dowlings were kind of eccentric--or at least aloof. The Dowlings weren't in the "in" crowd, but there was a lot of talk about how they liked to party. From what Carrie said, the Dowlings went out a lot on weekends--downtown--and often didn't get back 'til well into the morning. The other parents acted like the Dowlings were weird, but it was obvious that they were actually jealous. Mr. Dowling was handsome and suave, Mrs. Dowling was gorgeous and extremely confident. Of course the men were obviously smitten with her, while secretly their wives watched Mr. Dowling. There were even rumors about affairs, but if they happened, it was all very hush-hush. Somehow, no matter how the richy-riches tried to look down their noses, the two Dowlings seemed to float in a cloud above them. It was obvious that the Dowlings new who they were dealing with among the Longmont locals: big fishes in a little pond. Over one summer, the Dowlings went on an extended Caribbean cruise. Carter was probably old enough to look after himself, but his parents offered to pay Carrie what amounted to almost three thousand dollars to baby-sit while they were away. They were supposed to be away for two weeks, but then called to say it would be a month. Soon, Carrie was practically living at their house. The thing that made this all so awkward at the moment though, was that over that month, Carrie became a lot more than a babysitter to young Carter. It had started with a lot of playing and flirting, yeah, but she started to confide in Veronica that for his age, Carter was kind of assertive--sexually--and that things might be getting, in Carrie's nervous giggle, "kind of wrong." The upshot was that by the time Carter's parent's got back, Carrie had been sneaking out to the Dowling's house even when she wasn't supposed to be there, and doing practically everything with her young charge. They weren't that far apart in age, she explained, so there was nothing wrong with it. Plus, she reasoned, he was the one who started it. Veronica still remembered the day when Carrie told her about sucking Carter off for the first time. Then a few days later, how he came almost immediately when they fucked for the first time. Over a short time, though, Carrie and Carter practiced their sex. She'd tell Veronica how eventually, he'd learned how to slow down so that they could both get off. Hearing all about this, Veronica was kind of sickened at first. Then, as she heard the details of the sex and games her friend was trying, she became intrigued, and actually, kind of jealous. The kid was young, but he was cute--and seriously confident--beyond his years. Her friend Carrie had already had lots of boyfriends, but Veronica hadn't even kissed a guy yet. Veronica had been the typical frustrated high school virgin. She was a top student and varsity in hockey and girl's lacrosse, but with guys, she usually came off as kind of pushy or rude. In fact, it was that very thing--her natural confidence--that scared the crap out of most guys her age. In turn, their timidity really turned her off. Throughout her high school years, Veronica knew that if the right guy had turned the key, she would have been ready. But of course, there was nobody like that in high school. Among her girlfriends in the "in" crowd, Veronica was somehow always the girl on the "out," secretly waiting for something--someone--to happen. To the contrary, Carrie was a lot more charming and at ease. Veronica was the first person she had told about losing her virginity. Veronica even remembered how jealous she'd been to hear about it. Eventually, she even began to fantasize about Carrie's boyfriends when she masturbated herself. And alas, as she drank in the details of Carrie and Carter's escapades, Veronica began to think of the young man as she touched herself. For months, she'd imagined no one else but young Carter as she worked her tight virginal slit. Of course all this fantasizing and lack of sex made her feel even more awkward about her sexuality. Where was her first boyfriend when she needed one? Where was the young crush that worshipped her and who she could experiment with? Would she ever pop her cherry? These questions plagued Veronica through her senior year and even in to college when finally, she'd had her first boyfriend. Then, a year later she met Nicholas. And sadly, she'd been with Nicholas--and only Nicholas--ever since. All these thoughts raced through Veronica's mind and formed a traffic jam in her mouth. She stood there, alone in the Laundromat with the subject of her teenage masturbation fantasies, awkwardly silent for several long moments without a clue what to do or say next. Keenly aware of the extended silence, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Your dad--He was a doctor or something, right?" Carter took another sip of his soda before he walked over to a utility sink and poured the rest out. "Proctologist, actually." Veronica let out a nervous laugh. That's right, she thought, an ass-doctor... His, Completely "Oh. Sorry." Carter turned towards her. "It's cool. He made a heap of money looking up other men's asses." They both chuckled. Then, holding Veronica's gaze, Carter leaned back in a cool way against the work sink. He smiled like a gambler who's just been dealt two aces. It was the kind of stare you see in old movies, one Brando or Humphrey Bogart might give to their leading lady. And the kid pulled it off naturally. There was no affectation. He pondered the situation: she isn't on the line, he thought, but she is nibbling. Under the weight of Carter's stare, Veronica felt a warm note of something from deep inside her chest. Something strange and beyond her control. It was so foreign that at first she didn't know what the feeling was. It felt, almost, like a...weakness. Intuitively, the kid picked right up on it, and continued with his narrative, "...My mom was a shrink." Veronica averted her eyes and nodded her head as if putting all the pieces together for the first time. The evening had gone weird pretty fast on her, and, she knew that to make it normal again, she needed to make this kid think that she didn't know anything about him. That somehow, what he'd been up to with Carrie all those years back had never come to light. Or, at the very least, it didn't mean anything to her. Unfortunately, all of a sudden, she had begun to feel very weak and not in control of the situation. "...Yeah. Carrie. God. That was so long ago. I haven't heard from her for years now. She's a teacher now, I think. High school. I've lost track, but, I think she moved to D.C. I think she was going to get married to a dermatologist or something." Carter nodded. "Yeah. I know. I saw her last Christmas, over break." Sitting here, unable to control this awkward conversation, Veronica was slipping well out into uncharted water. The kid was seriously good looking and definitely flirting. Well, his eyes were anyway. And she was seriously married. Still, she felt unexplainably compelled to continue the conversation. On the one hand, she felt that, given what she knew about him, she had to make it clear that it didn't mean anything. But then, there was also something else. She couldn't quite admit it yet, but under Carter's gaze--someone she really hardly knew, but strangely knew the most intimate things about, she felt kind of...reckless. She felt like she was floating out into a warm, peaceful ocean but somehow was unable to move her limbs. She had that weird feeling you get when you're trying to figure out how to float for the first time. The feeling of wanting be still enough to stay up, but struggling against the urge to paddle. How, if you want to float, you just have to give up control and let it happen. "Oh... Well. Did she get married?...Somebody, I think it was her old boyfriend or something, told me she was like totally in love with this guy. Wow, they've probably got kids..." She looked at Carter for the answer but he seemed distracted from the conversation they were having, like he didn't care about Carrie, her husband, or her kids. Veronica could also tell that as she'd been trying to arrange her harried thoughts, he had not taken his eyes off her. "Well, yeah... I think she was engaged." Then, a devilish smile crossed Carter's lips as he turned to throw out the soda can. He continued in a cocky, mocking tone, "...Engaged to be married." Carter turned and fixed Veronica with a cool, almost casual stare. Again, he had that movie star ability to speak with his eyes. And his eyes told Veronica that although her old friend Carrie may have fallen in love, and although she may in fact be married, Carter still had something open with her. Something he'd acted on. Even recently. His eyes also told her that whatever the situation was with her getting married, it was still an open case between him and Carrie. And just as this silent understanding passed between them, a horrendous, terrible clanking arose from the other side of the room. ***** Veronica reached the washing machine first. It was jumping up an down and barking out clanks and grinding sounds. "Excuse me." From behind Carter placed his hands on Veronica's shoulders, and gently moved her to the side. He reached forward, stopped the machine, and adjusted the knob. "It does this sometimes. I think the drum's coming loose." He adjusted the knob again and reset the cycle. Veronica watched from the side, instinctively covering her arms where he'd just touched her. As the washer revved up, Carter cast her a backward glance again and smiled. He sure likes to watch me, she thought. And again, she began to feel that embarrassing sense of helplessness under his gaze. Something inside her, something very loud and insistent, was telling her to leave and to leave now. Something else though--either her pride, or her competitiveness, or a new, strange careless curiosity--was keeping her glued right where she was at: under Carter's gaze. The kid leaned his back against the washer and again began to speak. "Yeah. I definitely remember you now. You were kind of quiet, right? You and Carrie's other friends used to come over sometimes, when she first started looking after me. He laughed. As if looking directly at a picture in his mind. "...I've got to say, it was pretty hot stuff for me. I mean, I was pretty young to have so many gorgeous high school chicks alone in my house with me." Veronica had nothing to say to that. This kid was being pretty bold. She smiled, nodded and avoided his eyes. "God, that was pretty wild stuff. I mean, you guys must have known how big of a tease it was to have you in my house." Veronica continued to study the floor. From behind Carter, the washer began bucking again. He didn't seem to be paying attention to it though, and Veronica hazarded a questioning glance at him as if to say: "you're going to fix that thing, aren't you?" "You know Veronica, there's a pretty easy way to settle this thing down..." With that, Carter stepped forward and, lifting Veronica up--like a child--he seated her atop the bucking wash machine. For a moment, her natural reaction took over and she tried fight off his arms. And as soon as she started to struggle against him, Carter released her and stepped back. They could both hear that the washer was silent again. "There. That's better right?" The machine whirred beneath Veronica's bottom. It was still warm from the hot water cycle. She didn't move however. And this time, she didn't speak. She sat there, stunned, somehow unable to get herself down. She wanted to feel shocked about what Carter had just done. She wanted to launch into a fit on this little prick, to put him in his place, like she would when some redneck in a pickup cut her off on the highway, or when one of her underlings at work got out of line. But all of a sudden, something inside her had switched off. Somehow, her normal, aggressive reaction wasn't responding and she found herself just sitting there feeling shocked and a little ashamed that she had just let this stranger--this twenty-something kid have his way with her. A million thoughts and impulses raced through her mind, but nothing, no clear instruction told her what to do. She was almost 28, and already heading a department of 20 people, most of them men. She was responsible for multi-million dollar decisions on a weekly basis. At home, more often than not, she had her way with her husband. But here, in this moment, in front of a college kid who used to fool around with her teenage friend, she remained paralyzed, unable to act. In a smooth intimate voice, Carter continued, "So. I'm gonna hazard a guess here that you know about what Carrie and I used to do?" Veronica sat silently on her perch. She was just not going to speak to that question. As if he guessed the answer, Carter's smile turned up into a mocking sneer. He stepped over in front of her. They stared at each other for a moment--Carter's eyes like a cat confronting it's prey. Then, very deliberately, he placed his hands under her knees and gently moved her legs apart. Veronica's heart began to pound in her chest. She'd never allowed anyone this much liberty over her body. Not her first boyfriend. Not Nicholas. A sick feeling of excited panic arouse in her chest. God, what was she letting happen here? Did she really just let him do that? Carter reached up and gently tipped her chin to face him. She couldn't explain it, but under his gaze, she was becoming utterly helpless. "I'm gonna guess that Carrie used to tell you about what we'd do at night, at my house?" Veronica stared fearfully into Carter's eyes. Suddenly, she was a shy young teenage girl again. Awkwardly, almost shamefully, she nodded her head "yes." Carter smiled. "It's Ok you know--what we did. I mean, I was kind of young, but we were both cool with it. You get that, don't you? His eyes searched hers for an answer. Almost reluctant to finally admit to him what she'd known all along, she nodded "yes." Carter leaned in a little closer to her. As if slowly waking from a sexual dream, she became completely aware of his presence and her own. Of his hands on her knees. At first, it felt strange and distant, then gradually, the feelings became more real. She could feel his fingers kneading the back of her thighs. Closing her eyes, she gave herself a moment--just a moment--to allow herself to feel the pressure of his hands, to let herself feel just a little bit of pleasure. And as she gave herself up to what was happening, she slowly became aware of all the physical sensations that were tingling at once in her body. As if she had been turned on now for the first time in her life, she felt a keen, animal awareness of the heat of perspiration that had formed down there under her legs. She could feel how the top of the washer was wet with it. Opening her eyes, she looked up at Carter, almost pleading with her eyes. Again he spoke to her in that calm, confident voice. He leaned in closely, so close that she felt the heat of his breath on her ear. "I bet your first time wasn't like that was it?" Veronica waited for a long beat, then feeling the weight of his question, she gave a slight nod of "no." "...And I bet you wish it had been? I bet you've been wishing for something like Carrie and I had for a long time haven't you?" Again, he tipped her chin up so that she had to look him in the eye. She could feel his hands behind her knees, gently, but insistently caressing. His finger tips were light on her skin and he tickled her with drops of her own sweat. Gulping a shallow breath, she tried to actually relax and let herself feel the pleasure of his hands a little more. Turning off everything else and giving up just enough control, she allowed Carter to keep doing what he was doing. Mentally she accepted him and made a simple decision to let him keep turning her on. And it felt so...amazing. She couldn't believe that it felt so good to let him take control of her. It was like something that had just needed to happen to her. Some kind of spring that had been bound up inside her for a long, long time. Then, just as she really began to let herself go, as she let herself slide out and float in her imaginary ocean, from below, the renewed bucking of the machine shocked her back into reality. She caught her breath, and searched Carter's eyes. He was calm and confident, it was clear that he'd been watching her the whole time. But now she was nervous again: fearful either of what was happening or that it might stop. Carter's smile instantly put her at ease. It was as if he knew everything about her. His eyes were honest now, even playful. "I can make it stop you know?" He nodded toward the machine, "...It's just off balance. You understand?" They stared at each other. The hunter and the hunted. She comprehended what he meant, exactly what he wanted, and silently, she agreed to it. As his hands moved up the outside of her thighs, under her skirt, she leaned against the back of the machine, just enough to raise her ass off the seat. Carter smiled a sexy smile at her, as his hands continued up to her ass. He hooked his fingers around her panties and slid them down her thighs. She felt a brief, exquisite sensation as his fingernails scratched her flesh. He stared directly into her eyes as he pulled the lace panties down her thighs and over her knees. She relaxed her feet as he pulled them all the way off. One, then the other of her sandals dropped to the floor. With Veronica still on top of the machine, he lifted the lid just enough to squeeze the panties inside. The bucking of the machine actually settled down some, and now, all she could feel was the drum spinning faster and faster below. Carter reached for her hand. They both looked down at her hand in his, at her wedding band and engagement ring. "I know what you want Veronica. For whatever reason, I think that this was meant to happen and I'm not going do a thing to stop it. But if you want me to stop, say so, right now." She looked down at her hand in his and felt a brief pang of guilt. But she was beyond that, and she knew it. And she didn't care. At that moment, she didn't have the slightest care about Nicholas or what she was allowing this kid to do and how it might affect her marriage. Feeling a surge of a new, animal strength, she locked eyes with her young seducer. She slid the rings down her finger and placed them on the top of the next washer. Strangely, through this symbolic act, she felt a bit of control again. She looked Carter square in the eye and leaned back on her elbows against the washer. She spread her legs just the slightest bit, just enough to offer the young man whatever he wanted. Wasting not a second, Carter moved forward and slid his hands back up her skirt, bunching it up in her lap. They both stared at her trimmed pussy, at how wet and glistening her slit was. And she watched his hands across her skin. Suddenly, he lifted her up and moved her closer to him. He placed the palms of his hands on the inside of her knees and spread her legs farther apart. He continued to speak into her ear. She could feel his fingers move insistently up the inside of her thigh, then stop just below her pussy. She knew now with absolute certainty that there was no going back. She was soaking wet, ready for anything he wanted to do to her. As his fingers touched her, he began to kiss her neck and then behind her ear. He bit down on her neck, just below her ear, as the palm of his hand pressed against her pussy. She gasped as his thumb parted her lips, slid up her slickness, and began to slowly massage her clit. He did this twice: slowly massaged her clit, then moved his thumb back down, ever so slightly to spread her lips. He was teasing her, fuck-teasing her pussy. As his mouth sucked a hicky into her neck, she let herself slide down into the dark of her mind, into a warm pool of desire. His words came to her there, helping her to float for the first time. "Veronica. I'm going to turn you on so much that you are going to beg me to make you come. Do you understand that? I'm in control here and I'm not going to let you come until I hear you ask me for it." To make his point, Carter brushed across Veronica's clit, then removed his hand from her pussy, placing it back on her thigh. For the briefest moment, her fantasy stopped, and she let out a whimper. Instinctively, she reached her arm out to him and around his shoulders to bring back the contact. But his hand did not budge. Closing her eyes, she let the instinct guide her. She knew what she had to do and she moved her face towards his ear. Burying her head between his neck and his shoulder, she dug her nails into his back and spoke pleadingly, desperately, for the first time in her life, "Please." And then it happened. With just the slightest touch, he rubbed her clit and she began to come. The feeling rushed up from inside, and gripped her intensely. She came twice, instantly. The feeling was so intense, she felt it all the way to her feet and toes tensing. She kicked her heals against the washer and let out a cry, "Fuuuuucccck..." Her eyes were squeezed tight, but behind them she experienced the most intense flash of white light as several waves of orgasm shook her body. Slowly, over several long minutes, she relaxed and the light faded into a strobe of purple and black. When she finally opened her eyes, it was like a day had passed since the seduction had begun. She stared at this kid, with his cocky eyes and sneering smile. Half of her wanted to punch him in the mouth for his smugness. The other half, well... She leaned forward and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him hard. After that orgasm, she could only want more, and all of a sudden, she was wanton, reckless, uncaring of what she was doing or where she was doing it. As she made out with this kid, in a bright, open room in front of a bay of glass windows, grinding her pussy against his hand, somewhere in the back of her mind, she imagined what would happen if Nicholas had pulled up outside at just that moment. As she sucked on Carter's tongue, and reached down to press more of his fingers inside her, she imagined her husband out there watching everything. And in this moment, with this kid, she just didn't care. At this moment, she would happily throw away her marriage for a good hard fuck. To sit here, legs spread, giving her body to this boy. Carter had opened something up inside her. Seriously. And she wasn't going to stop what had started until she was on her back, begging for more. Carter smiled at her sudden aggressiveness, but quickly moved to reassert himself. He cut off Veronica's kiss and placed his hands on top of hers. Squeezing just tight enough, he lowered her hands back down to the washer, behind her so that she was forced to lean backwards. Again in a vulnerable position. And again, the understanding that he was in control passed quietly between them. With absolutely no regard, Carter reached inside her 200 dollar blouse and yanked his hand downward. Six mother-of-pearl buttons burst off the fabric and ricocheted somewhere onto the floor. His hand came up and cupped her right breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple roughly through the material of her bra. Veronica leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She felt him unfasten the bra and release her breast. She opened her eyes and saw their mirror reflection in the black of the window. She watched wantonly as he buried his mouth on her flesh and sucked her nipple between his teeth. His other hand had found hers and was guiding it towards his crotch. Taking her eyes off the show on the window, she looked down long enough to help him get his pants undone. He pulled them down just far enough to get his cock out. With his dick sticking straight up, he pulled her to him again. As she felt the thick length of his cock spread her open, her heart pounded with anticipation in her chest. She could feel herself squeezing her lips almost involuntarily against his cock, anticipating how incredible it was going to feel inside her for the first time. Carter grabbed Veronica's ass cheeks and lifted her up and onto the head of his cock. As she slid down onto his shaft she let out another breathy gasp. When he was completely down inside her, she felt perfect, completely filled up for the first time in her life. Using his hands to guide her, Carter leaned Veronica towards him at just the right angle against the machine so that he could slowly begin pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. After a moment nestled against his shoulder, Veronica leaned back and watched him work. With her hands against his shoulders, she made her pussy squeeze his cock as he pushed it up into her and then out. She watched him fuck her, and she struggled to fuck him right back, squeezing, and squeezing his cock and staring mesmerized at how it glistening with her juices. Like an erotic hypnotist, he lulled her body into total submission. He sped up and slowed, anticipating the rhythm of her next climax perfectly. Just as she was about to get there though, he slowed, and again, by instinct she knew what to do. Pulling herself against him, she almost pleaded, His, Completely "No, No. DON'T!! Please...just don't fucking stop. I don't want you to stop. Just keep fucking me. Please, just make me cum!!" Carter was happy to oblige. He positioned the head of his cock just below her clit and again began a slow purposeful rimming. Against his chest, he felt her shudder through another orgasm, and smiled as her fingers dug into his shoulders with each surge. He continued to pound into her, and she continued to come. He had achieved complete control over her body. After a minute or so, Veronica began to recover. She began to shower his neck and chin with thankful little sucking kisses. Between her kisses she whispered that he was, "good, so fucking good." This went on for another minute or so until she felt him stiffen up. She opened her eyes as he lifted her up and off the washing machine. Unaware of exactly what was happening, she clung to him as he marched her across the room to the open closet door. As he swung around to close the door behind them, she spotted the headlights coming into the parking lot. He closed the door and darkened the light. They both began to giggle. Outside, Veronica could hear the sound of the door opening, and what must have been the other lady coming inside. She and Carter remained still, right where they were, herself pushed against the little closet / office door, with his cock still very hard and very deep inside her. They heard the sound of coins going into the dryer, then the sound of the lady sitting down in one of the squeaky chairs across the room. A few moments passed, and unable to control their desire any longer, she and Carter began to make out again. Neither could get enough of the other. After a few minutes of kissing, a thought came to Veronica. She could feel that he was still hard inside her, and she whispered in his ear, "Did you come?" Their eyes had adjusted enough to the light in the room, and she could see by his smile that the answer was no. She grinned and pushed against his shoulders as if to say, "what gives?" Carter leaned in to her ear, "Ladies first." Veronica looked at him with ironic astonishment. As their eyes met in a secret smile, she raised her hand up in front of his face and spread out all five fingers. Looking into his eyes, she mouthed the word, "five." Carter shrugged his shoulders as if to say that it was ok...he didn't care. The situation had changed, and he wasn't going to continue to fuck her with the other lady just outside the door. Veronica looked in amazement at the kid. Her pride welled up to the surface, and in an instant she knew exactly how this was going to end. Pushing against him, she lifted herself up against the wall and off of his dick. With both bare feet on the cool concrete, she reached her hand down to squeeze his arched, half hard cock. She slowly caressed him as if she was guiding an elephant by the trunk. Then, she turned him around so that his back was against where she had just been pressed against the wall. As she stroked him back to full thickness, she could feel her own thick cum in her palm, lubricating her hand job. She leaned up and spoke into his ear. "You know Carter, there was actually this one thing I used to daydream about you back when we were in school. Do you want to know what that was." Carter looked down at Veronica, his sexy new conquest, and smiled. He followed her eyes down to his cock. He then placed his hands on her shoulders, obliging her suggestion, "I bet I can guess." Veronica smiled up at him. Somehow, in probably less than two hours, they'd managed to reach a perfect understanding of one another. She placed her free hand against his chest and waited for the pressure of his hands on her shoulders. As he slowly pushed her down, she continued to stroke him, staring at his cock as it came closer to her mouth. She allowed herself to be truly mesmerized. Feeling the afterglow of what he had just made her do, she knelt down in front of him and kissed her lips to the head of his cock. She couldn't help smiling as she looked up into Carter's eyes, now a tiny bit less devilish, and a tiny bit more...innocent. And this time it was Veronica who spoke to him with her eyes. Staring seductively up at him, she slowly sucked down onto his swollen cock. She wanted him to see her there, exactly like this on her knees before him. She wanted him to know that from this day forward, for however long it lasted, she was his, completely.