3 comments/ 45560 views/ 2 favorites Karen's Fantasy By: baldysm The drapes to the sliding door were closed. The sun was blazing hot, and closing the drapes help keep the house cool. Karen and I were watching The Stand. She had seen the movie many times, almost knew the dialog of all the characters. The old black woman had just died. I leaned over and kissed Karen on the cheek. She snuggled up to me, I put my left arm around her shoulders. She turned on her hip and placed her left leg on my lap. Karen reached up with her chin, kissed my jaw near the ear, moved down a little and kissed again. Step by step, she kissed her way down my jaw to my chin. I tilted my head, made it easy for her. She sat on my lap, facing me, long legs folded up on either side of me. Grasping my neck, massaging my cheeks with her thumbs, she leaned in and gently kissed my on the lips. "Follow me" was all she said. She got off my lap and walked towards the bedroom, never looking back. She knew I would follow. I got up and followed. What was a guy to do? Watching her long tanned legs move gracefully through the dining room and down the hallway, in jean shorts and a lavender tank top. "Sit down" she said with a smile and pointed at the bed. I sat and she sat on my lap, just like she did on the couch. I put my hands near her knees, and slide my hands up her thighs, until I cupped her ass cheeks in the palms of my hands. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Thrusting her tongue into my mouth, our tongues did a dance. The tip of her tongue circled the inside of my mouth, then mine circled hers. Her hands slid down over my chest, and pulled my shirt out of my shorts. Fumbling to get her hands underneath, she pulled the shirt up and over my head. Karen pushed me back, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, gently. She kissed my chin, continuing kissing under my chin and down my throat. She rubbed my chest, circling my nipples with her thumbs. Trailing kisses and licks down my chest, her right hand slide down my stomach as soon as her lips touched my nipple. Her hand rubbed my hardness, up and down, occasionally cupping my balls and gently squeezing. Karen would kiss from one nipple to the other. She slide her hand up, palm pressed lightly on my shaft, and grabs the flab of cloth above the button on my shorts. Giving a hank on the flap, the button came undone, and she grabbed the tab on the zipper and pulled it down. "What's hiding in here?" Karen asked. "Someone always happy to see you." I said. "Always happy to see him too" Karen said. "So let's get him out to party!" She grabbed the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down, along with my shorts. I lifted my hips to allow her to pull the bundle off. Karen straightened up. "Doesn't seem fair" she said and pulled off her top. Her perfectly sized boobs were perfect for cupping in the palm of my hands. Bending down, she cupped my balls in her right hand, sliding her thumb under the shaft. She stuck her tongue out, slowly circling the head of my cock. She slowly slide her hand up and down my rock hard shaft, never stopping the circling tongue. Opening her mouth, she took in the head, and continued circling the head with her tongue. Her lips never left the head of my cock as she got off the bed and knelt at the end. Karen started to lick the shaft, methodically going around in a circle, getting everything wet. I was up on my elbows watching her. She looked me in the eye and asked "You like watching me get your hard cock nice and wet don't you?" She never lost eye contact as I watched my cock slowly slide into her mouth, and felt her rub my balls at the same time. Her lips touched her hand, and she moved both of them up and down my shaft together. "Where would you like to cum sweety? Do you wanna cum on my tits? Watch the cum dribble down over my tits and down my stomach? How about cumming on my face, so I can scoop it up with my finger and into my waiting mouth? Ohhh, I know. You wanna cum in my mouth, let it drip out from around my lips and onto my hands, so you can watch me lick my hands clean. That's what you want isn't it sweety?" Her hand never stopped moving up and down my shaft, as she made suggestions in her sultry low voice. I put my finger next to my mouth, turn my head and rolled my eyes a bit, pretending I was pondering. "Well, you do know my favorite." Karen laughed. "I got you all figured out." With that, her head bobbed down and her mouth covered my cock again. Her tongue glazed the underside of my shaft with saliva. She would twist her hand around my shaft, getting everything wet and well lubed. Her mouth left my cock, but her eyes didn't stop looking into my eyes. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste that salty cum on my tongue. I want to feel that shiver with my tongue as you cum. I want to feel your cock pump and then a splash!" Her head bobbed back down, and she started to bob faster. "Give me what I want baby, coat my tongue!" she said between bobs. I was breathing heavy, feeling the pressure build, watching as Karen moved her mouth, lips, tongue and hand in perfect combination. Up and down the shaft, hand twisting around the shaft like a screw, eyes looking right into mine. My hips bucked a bit, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. A lick of her soft tongue, and a final rub with her hand, and I erupted onto her waiting tongue. She never batted an eye, never took her eyes off my face as I came. She swirled her tongue around the head, just enough to heighten the sensation. As she did so, some creamy cum ran past her lips and onto her hand. She ran her tongue over her thumb, getting the cream. The tip of her tongue traced her forefinger, and then back down towards her wrist, catching the last trail of cum before it escaped. It took a moment for me to recover. "That was fantastic!" Karen kissed her way up my abdomen, kissing each nipple. Her breasts dragged over my stomach. I wrapped my arms around her, massaging her back. She kissed my neck, my chin, and finally my lips. My hands reached down, cupped her ass cheeks. "These shorts are in the way." I hinted.Karen stood up, right on the bed, and pulled them down. She stepped out of them, while I held her hand for balance. Karen kneeled back down, knees at my rib cage. Her naked wet pussy pressing against my hard cock. She moved her hips up and down, spreading her wetness over my cock. I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her close, feeling her nipples press against my chest. I thrust my hips slowly up, timing myself with Karen's movements. "Get that favorite lavender toy of yours" I say. "But I like this much better" Karen pouts. "I have a plan, you'll like it, promise." I said as I playfully spanked her ass. Karen crawled off me and reached into the night stand. She pulled out the lavender dildo. I slid down the bed and put my feet on the floor at the foot of the bed. "You running away from me?" Karen pouted. "Nope, not at all." I said. "Now get that cute butt down here, lay on your back on top of me." Karen maneuvered herself in position, putting her feet on my knees. My hands wrapped around her and found her tits. I kissed her neck, and whispered "Guide my cock into you, make me nice and wet with your honey." She reached down, grasped my cock, rubbed the head over her pussy lips a couple times, before impaling herself on me, slowly burying my hardness in her. When I was buried to the hilt, I kissed her neck and asked in a whisper, "Does that feel good?" Her answer was a moan. I pumped myself into her a couple times while I caressed her hard nipples with my thumb and forefinger. "Now that I am nice and wet," I said as my hand slid down over her stomach and rubbed her clit a second, "I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours." I reached down between us and took a hold of my hard cock, held it steady as Karen slide up and repositioned herself. She wiggled her hips, found the right place, and slowly descended onto me, my cock slowly entered her. Karen slid down slowly, letting herself adjust to me. Buried to the hilt, I kissed Karen's neck, lightly dancing the tip of my tongue over her skin. "Now it's your turn to cum. Slide that toy into your pussy. I want you to look down between your legs and see yourself in the mirror, getting filled up and fucked. I want you to see yourself cum and cum hard." "Oh God" was her only response. She started to slide the dildo in and out of her, watching herself in the mirror. I started to pump myself into her, matching her rhythm. I could tell she was loving this. I could feel her juices trickling down my balls. I wondered what she was watching in the mirror. Was she watching my rock hard cock pump in and out of her ass? Was she watching her favorite toy pump in and out of her pussy? Was she watching her face twist in ecstasy? Was she turned on by the glistening wetness coating the dildo? Was she watching her sweet pussy juice trickle in a torrent down my balls? "Watch yourself cum, baby," I said. "Oh God!!!" Karen gasped. Her ass cheeks started to quiver, and her feet started to jerk a little on my thighs as waves of pleasure overcame her. I pinched and twisted her nipples in my hands. Her head jerked and her body shook, but her eyes never left the mirror. Karen collapsed back onto me, panting with her eyes closed. I gently caressed her skin and asked her "What are you planning for the rest of the day? Think you might have an idea?" Karen's Fantasy "Take off your shirt and come over to the edge of the bed," Andrew stated. Karen peeled off her sweet pink tee shirt, revealing a lacy blue bra. She caught Andrew's beautiful lips smirking, just for a second. "Kneel here," Andrew commanded, once she had come to the edge as he had requested. He placed a glass of red wine in her hand. "Drink just a bit." Karen sipped the wine slowly. Normally she didn't much like red wine but the sensuality of this was too much. He let her drink about half the glass before taking it away, leaving her feeling just a little lightheaded. She knew she couldn't possibly be feeling the effects of the wine just yet, but her body insisted on feeling punch-drunk. This was not a problem, as far as she was concerned. Andrew reached into the basket next to the dresser and pulled out the pair of black fabric cuffs. They were detachable, adjustable with Velcro, and fit her tiny wrists perfectly. His strong hands reached out and gently took her wrists, securing them together behind her back. She looked up at him, curious, eager, and he brought his hand up to the back of her neck. Holding it, gently but firmly, he began to kiss her. She kneeled, drinking in his scent, swooning already with his kiss. His hand on her neck subtly claimed her, and she loved it. A feminist at heart, she had been troubled by her desires for some time. She had finally come to the conclusion that she didn't owe society anything in the privacy of her own bedroom. She should be free to desire whatever turned her on, and being commanded, bound, and teased turned her on like nothing else. Andrew pulled back and ran his fingers slowly over her lips, down her chin and neck, to her breasts. He pulled down her bra so her breasts were pushed up and exposed. She had been self-conscious about them until recently, despite having been told they were "perfect" at least once. She wasn't convinced. She just hadn't felt comfortable with them until a few months ago, when she realized how much pleasure they brought her. Even then, it was difficult to embrace how much she enjoyed having them licked and sucked until she was tied up and restrained; when she couldn't move and she wasn't allowed to complain, she had no choice but to enjoy how wonderful it felt. Andrew reached forward and began to lightly run his fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. She arched forward, trying to get him to play with them more, but he stepped back, keeping the pressure the same. She couldn't move forward any more without risk of falling off the bed, and her body, as usual, didn't know what to do with the need. Karen began to moan, softly, as he continued to play with her gently, teasingly. It was almost cruel, knowing how badly she wanted more. He held back though, knowing that giving her what she too quickly would take away from her arousal. Eventually, he began to twist her nipples gently between his fingers, and her knees buckled just slightly with relief. "Stay kneeling here, little girl," he said. "You don't want me to stop, right?" "Please...no," Karen moaned. "That feels so good." " "Mmmm, I know Karen," he said teasingly. Hearing her name said in that knowing tone excited her even more. It implied ownership, using her name so personally and unnecessarily as she was bound in front of him. She had never felt right using the term Sir, and he usually used her name as well. The authority was implicit in how the names were stated. She cried his name reverently, with desperation and greed. He stated hers calmly, commandingly; he was in control always, even as he worked her into a frenzy. Sometimes, he called her "little girl." The endearment had nothing to do with age (she was 25). Instead, it served to point out her petite physique and emphasize her relative helplessness. She loved it. Once Karen was nearly writhing with desperation (as much as one can writhe while kneeling with one's hands tied), Andrew unbuttoned his pants. He reached down and pulled his cock out of his light gray, almost-tight boxer shorts. "Come down onto the floor," and he guided her down onto her knees. Gently, he inserted himself into her mouth, guiding her and paying careful attention to whether he was going too far. All the while, he played with her breasts and she moaned. She would do anything as long as he kept touching her breasts. She began to suck him more vigorously, wanting to make him happy, begging him with her mouth not to stop playing with her. After a few minutes, he pulled himself out of her mouth lest he come. He led her up to the bed. "Lie on your back," he told her, and she did. He unfastened her hands from behind her back and clipped each cuff to a restraint attached to the upper bedposts. He then attached a cuff to each ankle and secured them to the bottom corners of the bed. She laid there, spread-eagled, waiting. Again, he started to play with her nipples. "Don't move," he commanded. Karen focused on not moving, wanting to please him. She lay still, electricity shooting from her nipples down to her pussy, as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Suddenly, he slipped a finger inside her and pulled his hands away from her breasts. She arched forward with surprise and need, not wanting him to pull his hands away. SLAP! Andrew slapped her hard across her backside, as much as he could reach since she was lying on her back. "Didn't I tell you not to move?" he crooned? "What are we going to do about that?" As Andrew continued to knead her breasts and play with her pussy, Karen wondered what he was going to do. "Wow, you liked that didn't you?" Andrew said, as he noticed how wet she had become. He slapped her again, and she cried out with surprise and pleasure. "Mmmmm" she began to moan. "Are you close, Karen?" he asked. "I'm getting there, yes," she replied. He pushed his finger up inside her farther and gave her nipples a pinch. Then he withdrew his finger. "You disobeyed me. I don't know if I should let you come anymore." With that, he placed one hand beside her, one hand behind her neck, and entered her. She felt him fill her up and cried out with pleasure. He kissed her mouth and neck as he thrust into her. After a few moments, he pulled back and kneeled. He placed his hands on her breasts and began to enter her as he played with her. Karen began to pant, loudly. No one had ever paid this much attention to her pleasure during sex. He filled her, over and over, as he kneaded and played with her breasts. "Karen, I'm going to come," and he came over her stomach. She moaned, wanting him to know how much she enjoyed making him happy, wanting to make his orgasm even better. He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. After a few moments, he grabbed a paper towel and wiped himself off of her. "Hmm, what to do with my sexy girl..." he pondered. Karen looked up at him, still bound, helpless, and needy. "Karen, that was very good, but you did disobey me. I want you to stay here (as if she could do anything else!) and think about how you would be coming right now if you had stayed still. I'll be back in a little bit. If you are good, you will be allowed to come." Karen didn't know why this sort of talk turned her on, but she knew she was growing wetter just hearing it. Andrew walked over to his computer and started reading emails, acting as if she were not laying naked on the bed behind him, still breathing heavily. Although she looked at him as she imagined him touching her pussy, making her come, he never once looked back at her. This turned her on even more; he was so self-sufficient, so controlled. She trusted him completely. After what must have been 15 minutes, he looked back at her. "OK Karen, I'm going to give you another chance. You may not move this time until I tell you. If you are good, I'll let you come." Andrew reached into the basket and took out the Hitachi wand. He wrapped it in a towel to dull the vibrations and placed it up to her clit. He then reached up into her hair and pulled out two of her bobby pins. He placed one on each nipple, squeezing them so she felt just the slightest pain in each one. He then brushed his fingers across her nipples and the sensation, now extra sensitive, almost made her slip up and move with delight. She caught herself just in time. "Good catch," Andrew said warningly, as he continued to brush her nipples with his fingers. She moaned loudly. "Karen, you may not make another sound until I tell you. Perhaps I'll gag you to make it easier for you. You are already struggling with your self-control." Andrew's statement thrilled and scared her. She had never been gagged; the sight scared her a little even. It seemed so much more serious, so much more dominating! "Yes," he said. "Let's try that." Andrew reached into the basket and pulled out a small, pink ball gag. It was very small, more symbolic than anything else really. He knew it would heighten her emotions, scaring her just slightly, but in a good way. That would do wonders for her orgasm. He cradled her head in is palm and lifted it gently. Slowly, he placed the gag in her mouth and fastened it behind her back. Although this was a small change, the emotional impact and the look of it were enormous. They both could feel how much more submissive she had become, emotionally, with this one small change. He drew back and looked at her pretty brown eyes, staring at him nervously yet excitedly. He pushed the Hitachi into her pelvis bone, knowing the vibrations would span down to her hungry little clit. He reached two fingers into her pussy and pushed, filling her up, overwhelming her with sensation. Slowly, he moved the Hitachi so as not to be too much at once. Draw back, push, hold, draw back a little... "Are you getting closer Karen?" She nodded. "You may moan when you get are about to come. I would like you to do that, but that is the only time. Do you understand?" She nodded again. Push, take away, hold, push. He moved his fingers in an out as he worked the wand, bringing her closer and closer. He spread her lips, flicked her clit, and then started playing with her squeezed nipples again, gently, working her into a frenzy. He could see it was taking every ounce of strength she had not to move, so he decided to allow her that. After all, she was gagged now. "Karen, you may move but you still make not make a sound." That was all Karen needed to hear. Her chest arched up to meet his hands, her hips pushed back as a result, her pelvis grinding against the Hitachi. Andrew needed to show her that even with this, she was completely helpless. He was in control of her orgasm. He drew back the wand and she thrusted forward, not thinking, needing more. Finally, she realized that as long as she was this needy, she would get nothing. She drew back and he replaced the wand. Pushing, kneading, playing with her, she grew closer and closer. Karen began to moan, noting the strangeness of having the gag there. Remembering her complete submission, she grew even closer. This man could make her feel better than anyone had ever made her feel. She moaned louder, her moan turning into a near scream. Finally, a wave rushed over her, starting in her clit and growing almost painfully strong, before it washed over her. Her mouth watered and she felt her muscles relax. "Good baby," Andrew said. He removed the bobby pins and began to kiss her stomach, her breasts, her neck. He then got off the bed and pulled on his pants, enjoying her position for just a minute longer. Finally, he removed her gag and cuffs. Andrew climbed onto the bed and she nestled up against him. They lay there for several minutes, enjoying each other and the aftermath of their afternoon. "I love you baby," he said. "I love you too Andrew."