11 comments/ 73820 views/ 21 favorites A Long Afternoon By: Seattle Zack (c) 2004 by Seattle Zack Lying naked and spread-eagled in the middle of her queen-sized bed, Angel Tyler was completely helpless. Leather cuffs buckled around her ankles were secured to the two posts at the bottom, holding her legs widely apart. Her arms were stretched over her head, her small wrists handcuffed together through the bars of the headboard. Water from the melting ice cube dripped over her hands, steadily marking the passage of time. Angel squirmed after two hours of frustration. The immobility aroused her intensely. It seemed she could feel the slightest movement of air across her bare skin. How she longed to be able to touch herself, to relieve the throbbing need between her legs. Turning her head, she looked again at the black dildo and the slim vibrator on the nightstand. It wouldn't be long now. It was the third time she'd tied herself up in this manner. Although she'd had submissive fantasies for many years, only recently had she gotten the courage to explore it, to see if the reality was truly as powerful as the fantasy. She had purchased the handcuffs and ankle restraints from an Internet site; she still remembered the delicious thrill of anticipation as the first package arrived. Initially, she had experimented with the handcuffs, making sure that she could unlock herself with the key while cuffed. It had been difficult at first, twisting her wrist awkwardly, but after some practice she had become proficient at it. By doubling a length of cord several times in an ice cube tray, she had made, in effect, a time-release mechanism. Once the water had frozen, after tying the key to one end of the cord and attaching the other end to a hook on the wall above her bed, the key hung slightly out of her grasp. As the cube melted, however, the ice would loosen its grip on the string and the key would eventually drop into her reach. Although her earlier experiments had been quite thrilling - fully clothed, of course, just in case something went wrong - it was nothing compared to the vulnerable position she now found herself in. As Angel lay on the bed, she could feel the steady drip drip drip of water on her hands as the cube melted. She had made the ice cube especially large this time, filling the tiny tray entirely, wanting to push her limits. Sighing in frustration she squirmed again, the tickle of excitement between her legs increasing with every passing minute. God, how she wished her boyfriend, Roger, would do this to her! He was tall and good-looking, very kind and generous to a fault - the dreaded "nice guy." All of Angel's co-workers at the bank commented how lucky she was, how "he was a keeper." But he was so boring! Sometimes Angel wished he would just make a goddamn decision. He was always asking where she wanted to eat, where she wanted to sit in the restaurant, what she wanted to do on their vacation. I want to be ravished! she wanted to scream at him. I want you to fuck me savagely. Throw me on the floor, rip my clothes off, pin me down and fuck me hard while I squirm and cry in protest. I want to be humiliated. I want you to slap me in the face, put a dog collar around my neck, make me crawl around on the ground, tie me up tightly and laugh at me as I struggle to free myself. She sighed. Of course, Roger would never do anything like that. Once, as they rode home in a cab from a nightclub, her inhibitions lowered from several tequila shots, Angel whispered in his ear, "I've been such a bad girl tonight. I think I need a good spanking." He had looked at her with a shocked expression. "I could never do anything to hurt you, you know that, sweetie," he said. He thinks I'm a pathetic little slut. What's wrong with me? Her passions were slowly being extinguished. Until now. Drip, drip, drip. The cool droplets continued to fall from the key as the ice melted. Even though the tiny implement of her release was only inches from her grasp, it might have been a million miles away. There was nothing she could do but wait. Her next purchase (again from the same website) had been a pair of nipple clamps. Like little tweezers connected by a length of chain, each clamp had a small slide that could be used to adjust the tension from mere stimulation (mmm...) to fairly severe pain (ouch!). The package which had arrived that morning had been her kinkiest purchase yet, and thrilled her to no end. In a plain brown box, just as advertised, it was a penis gag. It was shocking to hold it in her hand, so much more imposing in real life that the picture on the site - a pale rubbery shaft about four inches long, secured to a flat piece of leather with a strap that buckled behind the neck. Drip, drip, drip. So here she was, several hours later, lying naked and fully restrained on her bed. The clamps on her nipples caused them to throb dully with every beat of her heart. The penis gag violated her orally, her lips stretched wide around the rubbery shaft. One thing she hadn't realized about the gag was how much it would cause her to salivate. Drool continued to collect at the back of her throat, causing her to gulp and suck obscenely at the sour rubber shaft as she lifted her head and tried to swallow. Even though she hadn't buckled it that tightly, there was no way for her to dislodge it. God, if the other tellers at the bank could see me now! Angel gazed longingly at the vibrator again, wishing she could feel the harsh buzzing against her swollen clit right at that moment. It couldn't be much longer, really. She had deliberately turned the alarm clock around so she had no idea how much time had passed. Time seemed to take on a different meaning, as she drifted along in helpless immobility, punctuated only by her rapid breathing and the clanking of the handcuffs as she moved. Drip, drip, drip. The vulnerability of her position, being unable to close her legs, only increased her excitement, and the demanding tension of her swollen pussy made her begin to move her hips up and down. She closed her eyes at the pleasing tingle from her pinched nipples and the aching throb between her legs. Only minutes from now, she would press the dildo up inside her, teasing her clit with the little vibe, until .... KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Angel's eyes snapped open as adrenaline flooded through her body. The knock on the door was loud and authoritative. I'm sure I locked it, deadbolted too. There's no way anyone can get in. Nonetheless she twisted frantically, trying to grab the key dangling at the end of the string. The tips of her fingers barely grazed it as it hung there, tantalizingly just out of reach. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! The loud noise came again, this time accompanied by a muffled announcement: "Maintenance!" Oh, fuck! In the excitement over her new purchase, she had forgotten all about it. Her heart hammered in her chest. The note from the apartment manager on the door more than a week ago, announcing that the "maintenance technician" would be coming by on Saturday to verify that the smoke alarms were working and hadn't been disconnected. By law, the apartment was required to conduct such an inspection once a year. As she heard the noise of the key in the lock she squirmed furiously, twisting her hands up into the narrow space between the headboard and the wall, trying to reach the key. It swung back and forth on the end of the cord as she touched it with the very tips of her fingers, mocking her with its inaccessibility, as the water from the melting ice dripped over her hand. She lifted her head, bucking wildly on the bed, pulling with all her might against the padded leather ankle cuffs, but she had restrained herself too well. The door opened and closed with a thump, and she heard the man whistling to himself in the living room. Angel lay perfectly still, trying not to make the slightest noise. After a short pause, she heard the muffled beep of the smoke alarm as he pressed the lighted TEST button. Please don't come in here. Please don't come in here. Please don't come in here. She recited the plea silently like a mantra, then remembered. Anxiously she looked up at the second smoke alarm on the ceiling of the hallway leading to her small bathroom. The knob on the door turned as if in slow motion, then it swung open. He stepped into the bedroom, then froze. For a long moment, they made eye contact. His gaze traveled down the length of her bound, naked body, then back up again to her face. A slight smile played at the corner of his lips. "Well, well," he said after a few seconds. "What do we have here?" Angel closed her eyes, miserably turning her head to the side, as her face burned with embarrassment. Every square inch of her exposed skin tingled. It was the most degrading experience of her life. Finally she opened her eyes and looked back up at him. He was still standing there, arms crossed, with a clipboard in his hand. He was tall, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, and an unshaven scruffy half-beard. His arms were tanned and muscular, and he wore a blue shirt with a nametag sewn over the left pocket. Jack. Oh God, he was hot. She saw his eyes flicker to the side, taking in the dildo and vibrator perched expectantly on her nightstand. As his grin widened she felt her face flush even hotter. "Geez! Eh eee oh!" Please! Let me go! It was impossible to be understood with the thick shaft in her mouth. She futilely pulled at the handcuffs holding her arms over her head. The saliva was again pooling at the back of her throat and she sucked at the rubber penis, struggling to swallow as she made a shameful slurping noise. "Quite a predicament you've gotten yourself into, Miss Tyler," he commented. Still grinning, he consulted his clipboard. "Or can I call you Angel, now that we know each other so ... intimately?" Taking his time he stared at her, his gaze wandering slowly up and down her body as she struggled. Angel wanted to weep with frustration. Surely he was noticing all the imperfections in her body, the blemishes, the flaws: the disproportionate size of her breasts, the scar from her appendectomy as a child, the triangular little birthmark at her hip. She had never expected to find herself in this position -- restrained and helpless, as a complete stranger continued to inspect every inch of her nude body. She was so completely vulnerable and exposed! He must be able to tell how aroused I am; perhaps he can even smell me. She longed to close her legs, to cover herself. She made another pleading protest around the gag, then reached up and stretched her fingers, trying to reach the key. Noticing her attention, he leaned over and lifted the string from the hook. "Ah, I see," he remarked. "How clever." The water dripped off the small key onto her naked belly, the cool drops making her flinch. "I'll be back in a moment," he said. "I think we'll keep this in the freezer for the time being. Don't go anywhere." He chuckled as he left the room, taking the string with its attached ice cube and key with him. Angel twisted her wrists around, trying desperately to slip the steel cuffs up over her hands, but it was no use. They were well designed, and not meant to be slipped. Every muscle straining, she pulled with all her strength against the restraints that held her so perfectly exposed, turning to one side and then the other. After several minutes she collapsed back on the bed, still in the exact same position, panting with exertion. Even worse, her frantic writhing and the realization of her helpless had gotten her even more aroused. God, this is so humiliating! How can this be turning me on? It was true, she had often fantasized about being abducted or kidnapped by a complete stranger, about being tied up in the manner which she now found herself. The reality of the situation, however, was overshadowed by fear. What will he do to me? He wasn't a "nice guy," she had known immediately by the look in his eyes, the cruel mocking tone of his voice. He could just rape me and leave me here. I'd never be able to escape. The thought sent a new current of dread and apprehension surging through her. After several long minutes he reentered the room. He had a beer in his hand - one of her Samuel Adams, she noticed balefully, not the Bud Light shit she kept in the fridge for Roger. He sat down on the bed next to her, continuing to regard her as he sipped at the beer. Angel made several angry, demanding noises around the gag in her mouth. It was humiliating, being denied even the freedom to speak! Surely he could see how helpless she was. He reached over and ran his hand up the concave of her belly, making her gasp. His hand was large and authoritative, his touch gentle and sure; she quivered as he first cupped one breast, then the other. Another shaming tingle of arousal coursed through her body, in the pit of her belly and between her spread legs. He rolled the beer bottle slowly up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of cold condensation, chuckling at her reactions as she tried futilely to pull away. Lifting the chain connected to her nipple clamps, he gently tugged on it, causing one of the clamps to pop free. "My, these aren't attached very well," he commented. "We'll have to correct that, won't we?" She bit down on the gag, trying not to make a noise, as he reattached the clamp, sliding the little adjustable ring towards her nipple. Her eyes blurred with tears and she whimpered as he tightened the other one as well, sending a surging bolt of agony through her body. No longer a teasing stimulation, the unrelenting pressure of the clamps was now a true torment. She whimpered again, shaking her head, as he gently teased and tugged at the chain, sending bright spikes of pain dancing through her. He smoothed her hair away from her face, a surprisingly gentle gesture. She looked up at him, begging for mercy with her eyes. And yet, she had never wanted a man so much in her life. He lifted her head a bit, feeling for the buckle of the gag behind her neck. A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded through her. He was just teasing, he's going to let me go. Instead, he pushed the gag even further into her mouth with his other hand. The head of the rubbery shaft pressed firmly against the back of her tongue, and she fought to control her gag reflex. He fastened the buckle another notch, the strap tightening around her face. Angel struggled for breath. Truly violated now, the diabolical "penis" pressed deeply into her mouth. Her toes curled at the invasive sensation. She gulped more drool from the back of her throat, sucking at the thick rubbery missile. Forced to perform like a cocksucking little whore. It was much more terrifying and degrading that she could have imagined. Shaking her head, she made muffled pleading noises around the impaling shaft. Lightly he trailed his fingers down the inside of her upper arms, gently tickling her armpits. She gasped and squirmed again, twisting from one side to the other. She hated being tickled! He continued to torment her with his light, infuriating caresses, down her ribs and the sides of her breasts, across the slope of her belly. She bucked and writhed in the restraints as she made muffled shrieks of protest. Finally, he desisted from his torturous ministrations and took another drink of beer, the bubbles frothing in the dark bottle. She lay there watching him, breathing heavily. Please fuck me now. The silent plea shamed her, yet she knew that it was what she wanted. She'd wanted it from the moment he smiled. She knew that if he touched her, she wouldn't be able to control herself. Even the slightest stimulation would send her over the edge. "You're quite a kinky girl, Angel," he commented, that arrogant smirk still on his face. "Surely you knew I was coming today." Wildly she shook her head. He thinks I did this on purpose, chained myself up for him like some slutty little present. Is that what she'd done? Did she subconsciously know that someone would be coming over to "discover" her? She moaned as he ran his hand down the length of her body again, another warm flush of arousal coursing through her. It felt incredibly good to be touched; her skin was hypersensitive, overloaded with stimulation. She closed her eyes as he gripped her thighs, forcing them even more widely apart. The cool air of the room tingled between her legs as he spread her gently open, exposing her most intimate area. He can tell how turned on I am. He knows I'm a complete and total submissive slut. A tumult of shame and need coursed through her. Her own responses were betraying her. She struggled for control as he teased her lightly with his fingers. As he brushed her clit she spasmed unwittingly, her entire body convulsing. He could make me come in about ten seconds if he wanted to. The realization sent another rush of excitement through her. Or he could just tease me, keep me right on the brink, until I went completely insane. He placed his hand over her pussy, pressing against it firmly. God, it felt so good! Unable to stop herself she lifted her hips, pressing up against him. "My, you are a submissive little cunt," he murmured, as he pressed his fingertips slightly inside her. "How long have you fantasized about this? Quite some time, I'll bet." No doubt he could feel the humiliating slickness, how aroused she was, but she didn't care any more. Her body was moving of its own accord, her arousal escalating rapidly. She could feel the familiar tightness along the big muscles in her thighs, the stirring in the pit of her belly; she had never wanted anything so bad in her life. The complete immobility of the restraints, the rubber phallus strapped into her mouth, the painful pressure of the clamps on her nipples, became a whirl of sensation inside her. This was such torture! But it's what I've been craving. It's what I need. She whimpered in frustration as he took his hand away. Angel lifted her body to him, pleadingly, breathing hard over the gag. He took another sip of beer, then picked up the vibrator from the nightstand. It whirred softly as he turned it on. Lifting the chain between her nipples, he lightly touched the tip of the vibrator to the clamps. Jolting tingles of pain flashed through her as the vibrator buzzed against the nipple clamps. She arched her back as he increased the tension, lifting the chain upward, stretching her breasts. Her small fists balled in yearning as her body jerked and twitched involuntarily. He had such control over her! There was nothing she could do except submit to him and endure it. He picked up the black dildo and felt between her spread legs. Her body was wet and ready and it entered her easily, penetrating her deeply as he slid it inside her. She groaned again, eyes closed, clamping her teeth on the gag as it impaled her. When he touched her clit gently with the buzzing vibrator, rubbing it in a circular motion, the sensations overwhelmed her and she climaxed. It seemed she jerked and spasmed on the bed for hours, her nerves on fire, as the pleasure ripped through every cell in her body. The restraint made her orgasm much more intense, every muscle straining to contract, as she thrashed about. He continued to torture her swollen, sensitive clit with the vibrator, easing the dildo in and out of her at an infuriatingly slow pace as he did so. A second orgasm overtook her, then another, then another. Angel was dimly aware of the noise she was making: her muffled screams around the rubber cock in her mouth, the noise of the handcuffs against the metal headboard as she pulled futilely against the restraints. He tormented her body with its own responses, pushing her again and again over the edge. Finally, mercifully, he desisted. A Long Afternoon Above our heads the thrumming of an electric ceiling fan slices through the soupy heat but barely disturbs the thick, dead air. Beyond the shuttered window the hustle and bustle of the morning's street market has now slowed to the languid torpor of a Saigon afternoon. Occasionally a car horn blares out a warning to a tardy pedestrian, but little can distract us from the attentions we lavish upon one another. I look down at Thu, kneeling naked before me. Her upturned face, as dark and lovely as a shadowed moon, smiles back invitingly. A teeming flood of hair, black as night, shimmers down her cheeks and cascades in a waterfall upon her slim, sloping shoulders. Small, pale hands rest against my thighs. 'You know what I want, don't you?' she asks in perfect, almost accentless English. I do. Of course, I do. But I need to hear her say the words, and in my giddiness at that prospect I have to steady myself against her. Her eyes are fixed on mine. 'I want to taste you,' she murmurs. 'I want your cock in my mouth.' The pink tip of her tongue glides over her swollen lips, coating them with spittle that glistens like stardust. I gasp and she smiles at the response her words have elicited. Now beckoned, my cock begins to rise once more, sleepily springing from its tawny nest of hair. 'Oh yes,' Thu whispers admiringly. 'What a lover you are, my darling.' ***** Perhaps I am. Three hours have passed since we met in this anonymous room. A whole week – it has seemed like a year – has elapsed since our last liaison. We have already fucked, of course. Within a minute of my arrival I had pushed Thu up against the thin lathe and plaster wall. In a moment more, my pawing hands were under her skirt and inside her blouse, tugging irresistibly at her underwear, desperate to possess again her yielding flesh. Her own hands were no less busy, dragging down the zip of my pants, furiously unbuckling the belt and freeing my cock from its reluctant captivity. With difficulty I wrestled my feet free of shoes, socks and pants. So small is my lover girl that I had to stand her on my box case in order to fuck her comfortably. Even then I needed to stoop as I entered her. But soon I had lifted her off her feet, and she rode my hips – her childlike body light in my arms – as I thrust into her remorselessly, each of us seeking brief redemption from the violence of the world outside in the violent agony of unthinking sex. Pressed hard against the wall, Thu clung to me tightly. I folded my forearms beneath her rump, raising her higher. Her ankles locked around my flanks. Harder and faster I plunged into her, battering her ass against the dampening wall. Sweat saturated her blouse and my shirt in the frenzy of our fucking. One of her hands yanked at my hair, whilst, with the other, she dug her nails into my shoulder blade. My startled groans punctuated her howling cries of 'Yeah .... yeah ....' and the thump, thump, thump against that flimsy wall. An angry, drunken voice shouted at us in French to quieten the racket. I gagged Thu's mouth with my hand and muffled her clamouring. Unsupported, she began to slide down my body. I hauled her up again and carried her, cradled in my arms, across the room to the bed and dumped her on it. 'On your knees,' I grunted. She rolled over obediently. I hitched her skirt over her hips and admired the delicious curves of her small, round rump, framed by the pleated folds of silk. Two succulent hemispheres formed an almost perfect heart. She wiggled her ass provocatively and I squeezed those lovely, luscious moons. 'Don't make me wait. Please,' she half-begged, half-demanded. I slapped her buttock to shut her up. She let out a little yelp, grinned at me over her shoulder and then buried her head in the mattress. I gripped her by the hips and eased my cock back into her. All the way. Her tight, wet cunt hugged me in its welcoming embrace. Once more her moaning encouragements filled the room. Ducking her head, she looked back through her legs to watch me pumping into her, and enjoyed what she saw. 'Do it, do it,' she urged me. 'God, I love you,' I exclaimed through gritted teeth as my groin thudded against the soft cushion of her ass. Sweat from my chest and brow sprinkled her back and streamed in rivulets along her spine. Oblivious to all but my meat filling and re-filling her, she roared: 'Yes .... Yes ....' Now her cheek was flat against the mattress, her eyes half-closed, relishing every entering and withdrawal. Reaching forward, I grabbed at her mane of hair and pulled it towards me like a silk rope, forcing her to climb back up onto her elbows, and then her hands. The next time I thrust into her, I tugged on her hair, yanking her neck backwards. 'Ohhhhhh!!' she yelled out. Part pain, part pleasure, just as she likes it. As I pulled out of her, I eased my grip and she leaned forwards. Then, I lunged into her again and pulled harder on her jet black locks. 'Aaaahh! Fuck!! Fuck!!' Then, again, and again, and again. My cock ramming into her. Her head jerking back. The bed creaking and cracking with each movement. My groin pounding her pillow-plump ass. Sweat soaking her back. Obscene cries spilling from her lips. I released her hair and her body slumped forwards like a rag doll. On and on and on we fucked. Each of us desperate for an ending now. Only with the grimmest determination could I resist my need to come. Finally, I felt her body bracing itself. Her fingers clawed at the bed sheet. Her limbs, beyond their mistress's control, stiffened and stretched. Her back arched. Head, knees and shins dug into the mattress. I fucked her harder still. 'Yes .... yes .... yes .... yes ....!!!!' she yelled at each entry. And then the sweet mercy of her coming swept through her veins. I had held on so long for my darling, I couldn't hold on a moment more. Driving into her again, I spurted my seed, emptying myself into the depths of her. Then slowly, slowly I eased the pace, soothed the rhythm until my slackening cock was barely moving within her. Still I felt the tremors, the afterwaves of her coming, as they pulsed through her body and into mine, setting off little convulsions of my own. 'Ye-e-e-e-e-s ........' she mewed in one endless sigh as her body relaxed and returned itself to her ownership. 'Mmmmmm. Ye-e-e-e-s.' From the other side of the wall, our drunken French friend offered an admiring round of applause. ***** Later we fucked again. Or, rather, we made love. Slow, easy love. On the bed and undressed, face to face, relishing the pleasures mistily reflected in each other's open eyes. I had placed the pillow beneath her – as she also likes me to do – and parted her slim legs, bending them back at the knees. Then I mounted her. The soles of her feet rested on my calves and her thighs enfolded my own as my roused cock penetrated her slick, dark bush and nestled deep within her. For minutes we lay as still as statues. Not stirring. Only our hearts moved, beating away the seconds – as ceaselessly as that useless fan – until we would part again. Then my lips swept her face, brushing every inch of its smooth, caramel skin, caressing it as lightly as a summer shower, first her forehead and then the temples, now lightly licking her eyebrows and lids, then sucking and gently nibbling upon her succulent ear lobes. My nose nuzzled her own, my teeth grazed her chin and followed the line of her jaw to the nape of her neck. And as I moved to kiss and lick, to suck and bite, so I began to move inside her. A gentle current of pleasure, at first barely perceptible beneath the surface of our senses, stirred within us. Then she held me still once more and, drawing me down to her, her lips nipped at my face as though they were kissing the points of a sundial. First one way, then the other. Gentle, airy kisses – as tender as butterflies' wings – lighting on my damp skin. I released myself from her embrace and raised myself on my hands. As I did so, my cock pressed more firmly within her. 'Mmmmmmm.' Her long, deep sigh declared her approval. 'Tell me again that you love me,' she murmured. I thrust into her a little, but only a little, more forcefully. She smiled and brushed back a lock of hair from my forehead. 'I love you,' I said and, despite all that I shall tell you, at that moment I really meant it. 'Good,' she whispered. 'I love you.' 'I know,' I said and though I knew that her love had its uses, I believed her. Thu stretched her arms out beyond her head and grasped the struts of the headboard. She drew her legs up around my waist. 'Fuck me, darling,' she murmured. I smoothly pulled out of her a little and then re-entered her. Thu's eyes closed and her dark, beautiful face radiated with a broad smile. After a while of slow, easy fucking, first pressing against one side of her and then the other, occasionally thrusting hard so that I could hear again her startled yelps of surprise, I pulled myself up onto my knees and drew her up onto me so that her ass was cushioned in my lap. Then I began to fuck her more purposefully. Not fast, but harder. Thu's response was immediate. Her grip on the headboard tightened. She bit on her lower lip, she threw her head to one side, then the other. I looked down and watched her small breasts heaving with each entry. I squeezed her nipples between my fingers. She stared at me as I continued to explore the depths of her. 'Is that good?' I challenged her. 'Tell me how it feels.' 'So good .... Don't stop.' I was past stopping. 'Tell me how it feels,' I demanded breathlessly. 'Ohh, you're so tight in me ... My cunt feels .... Ohhhh ....' I slid my forearm beneath the small of her back, pulling her cunt onto me even more tightly. My cock was striking against her pelvis. 'Tell me!' I commanded. 'Heaven .... God ..... Heaven ....' Now her hands were around my neck, gripping my hair. Her eyes were shut tight. Her hair tossed back and forth like a storm-stricken sea. I swept it from her face. Her thighs dug into my waist. 'Come for me, Thu,' I urged her. 'Mmmmm,' she mewed, sucking in her lips. With her legs she levered herself against me. Only her shoulders were now on the bed. Still I pressed into her. Not fast, but unceasingly. Out, and then back into her. Out and in. Out and in. Hard and steady. Emptying her, and then cramming her again with my flesh. 'Coming .... coming .... coming ....' she pleaded, almost willing herself to her climax. And then her arrival .... Her mouth opened in a long, wordless yawn. I fucked her through her orgasm and soon she was coming again. 'You're beautiful,' I said as she gently uncoiled herself from around my body. Thu always comes for me – and when she doesn't, she feigns her orgasm so convincingly that I almost believe her. But this was the real thing. This was the blissful, cauterising fulfilment of all that we feel for one another and all that we will ever feel. ***** I rose from the bed and sluiced my face in a bucket of tepid water. Then I uncapped a bottle of beer and brought it back to the bed. First Thu, then I, drank deeply from it. Lying beside me on the warm, soaked sheets, she turned to me. 'What are you smiling at?' she asked. Her fingertips were lightly smoothing the furrows from my brow. 'Nothing,' I answered. 'Only Keble and Vaughan.' 'Oh, them,' she sighed, and smiled too. I could smell the beer on her breath. Keble and Vaughan are our private joke. These two buttoned-up, stiff upper-lipped English civil servants, who work in my section and have slept with half the prostitutes in Saigon, have each tried in vain to seduce my lover girl. Perhaps they wanted their sex free for a change. Now they have concluded that she is frigid or (worse, in their eyes) a lesbian and call her The Ice Queen. If they could have seen her a few moments before, writhing and bucking beneath my body, and yelling at me to fuck her harder as the sweet release of orgasm began to grip her limbs, what would they have called her then, I wondered. We lay in silence as the fan whirred away the moments. 'Tell me about Trickingham,' Thu said. She meant Twickenham. It is, I suppose, ironic that this name, upon which she has banked the whole of her future, is the one English word she cannot pronounce. Appropriate too, because although she does not know it, I doubt that she will ever see her Twickenham. You see, it is Thu's belief that I will soon be divorced and then, when my mission is concluded and I am recalled to London, she will return as my wife. It is that simple. She is convinced that my wife, Victoria, will divorce me. I haven't encouraged this conviction (nor, it is true, have I discouraged it). But Thu cannot believe that any woman would remain married to a man whom she loathes and who loathes her. But, then, she is not English. Half the married couples in England live contentedly in a state of mutual repugnance. Certainly, I know that Victoria is as likely to divorce me – and risk the possibility of missing out on my possible knighthood – as the Pope is to renounce Catholicism. Occasionally I try to cast a little doubt, introduce a 'but' or 'however', but her faith is unshakable. Her departure from this Hell will happen because she wants it to, and I want it too. Now I no longer know which is crueller: to continue the deception or tell her the truth – and destroy her hope. So I swigged on the beer and passed it to her. Then, I told her about Twickenham. A mythical Twickenham that exists only in my stories where there are red pillar boxes, laughing policemen, double-decker buses and snow every Christmas. I tried to imagine my Thu worshipping at the local church, making jam for the Women's Institute, entertaining friends for dinner. Nor do I know any more who is in command of this relationship. I know that I cannot give her up. But could she abandon me if she knew what the future might hold? I think she could. Even when I tether her wrists to the bed, as I sometimes like to do, she looks up at me with such imperious approval that I wonder who is dominating whom. 'Come on lazybones,' she said and pulled me to my feet. ***** It will be several days before we can escape the embassy again. Days in which we will work side by side, not touching, hardly exchanging a glance. And so, when we are together, Thu demands every drop of my seed. 'I want to taste you,' she says. 'I want your cock in my mouth.' The backs of her fingers slowly scale the steepening shaft from base to burgeoning tip. Her touch makes me shudder and she giggles as my cock twitches. Folding her fingers around it, she stills it instantly and gently peels back the ebbing foreskin. Then, holding me between thumb and forefinger, Thu plants a delicate kiss upon the smooth, slippery dome. Her lips are cool and soft. Huge hazel eyes gaze up at me from beneath her liquid tresses. 'I need you bigger, my love. I need to feel you swelling my cheeks. Shall I make you big?' 'Yes,' I groan. Her attentions are unnecessary – in a moment or two I'll be big enough to fill her mouth – but she wants to feel my cock hardening between her lips. She licks them again. Then they slowly envelop my cockhead in their moist, needy caress. 'Mmmm,' she moans, as she sucks me in, and now I am moaning too in gratitude. She opens her mouth and glances up at me. My cock is resting against her lower lip. 'So big and hard and wet,' she simpers approvingly. 'What a lover you are.' She rubs her nose against the underside and then my cock disappears again as she hungrily devours it, inch by lengthening inch. I brush her hair away from her shoulders, tuck it behind her ears and it streams like a shimmering river down her back. Thu ignores my movements, so intent is she upon her endeavours. Slowly, slowly her mouth releases me. When she pulls away her lips and my cock remain joined by a silvery thread of drool and juice. She spits on my cock and rubs in the frothy saliva, drawing the skin as taut as a satin sheet. Her other hand cups my balls, gently squeezing and kneading them. I turn up her chin and she is smiling again, delighted by the power she is exercising over me and, holding my gaze, she leans over and begins licking me from base to tip over and over, mewing with delight at my expression of joyous anguish. Once more she takes me into her mouth. All the way. I watch, fascinated, as my entire cock disappears within her. There is a gargling noise, then she slows reveals my cock again. Her mouth is pinker, fuller, wetter. Time after time I watch as her lips slide down my shaft. Her fist tightens around my balls, and then she releases me. Now I'm groaning. The words, meaningless, unfathomable, are burbling from my lips. She sucks on the cockhead again. Her hand glides along my steepling shaft. I can't hold on much longer – and she knows it. She stares into me crazed, depraved eyes, and murmurs, 'Bathe my face with your cum.' Her hand is working me rhythmically but with a growing frenzy. It cannot be much longer now. I am desperate to come for her. To expel myself completely. So that she has all of me. Up and down her fist pummels my cock. 'Now .... now ....' I yell. She bends her face towards my groin. Her mouth is open. Her eyes are closed but she is smiling. Still her hand slides up and down me. I make a grunting noise and it's gone. The milky-white flume gushes from me in two, then three spurts. I can't see where it has struck her because she lowers her mouth onto me again, sucking from me the last bead of cum. Then, she raises her head. She is smiling, her lips tightly closed. She opens her mouth. Her tongue is coated with my cum, as white as the English snow she yearns to see. Her eyes never leave mine. Then she closes her mouth and swallows. Popping out her tongue again, she giggles. 'All gone.' 'Not quite,' I say. A gash of cum has streaked her brow. A small white cloud drifting across the face of the moon. With my thumb I wipe it off her. She holds my thumb before her mouth. 'Your beautiful, beautiful cum. It's all for me, isn't it?' she murmurs. I nod. 'Good,' she says and sucks on my thumb as hungrily as if it was my cock. ***** Another half-hour has passed. Now I am dressed. My shirt sticks to my skin, my tie is loose around my neck. Thu is still naked, lying on the bed, but looking as innocent as a virgin. We cannot leave together and so we must say our goodbyes here. It will seem like a lifetime before we are in this room again. I can see that Thu is about to weep – I want to cry myself – but I beckon her to me. She peels herself from the sweat-soaked sheet and walks over to me. I brush her sleek hair from her cheek, she reaches up and tightens my tie. Then we kiss. 'You do know that I'll get you out of here, don't you?' I say. And I mean it, dammit, I really do mean it. I'll write to Victoria. If I have to, I'll arrange for Thu to go the States, and I'll join her there. She looks up at me. Her eyes, though soft, pierce me to my soul. 'Of course, I know,' she whispers. 'You wouldn't say it if you didn't mean it.' A Long Afternoon Slowly she came back to consciousness, as if waking from a dream. She was covered in sweat, and her arms and legs ached. Random muscles up and down the length of her body twitched involuntarily. Gradually her breathing and heartrate returned to normal. She sensed him beside her again and opened her eyes, blinking. He had the cord with the handcuff key in his hand and was reattaching it to the hook on the wall. "Well, I've got to get going," he announced. "Ten more apartments to check today." Dazed, she looked up at him. Angel felt like she had been shattered, destroyed, broken into a million pieces and reassembled. How she wanted to hold him, to say something! She wanted to feel his cock hardening in her mouth, his hand tight in her hair. What a slut I am. He must be completely disgusted. She made more muffled pleading noises around the gag. He picked up the clipboard from the floor and grinned at her. "Well, that was fun. I'll certainly remember this inspection," he commented, taking in her naked, quivering body. He turned to go, then snapped his fingers. "Oh, almost forgot." Stepping around the corner into the hallway, he reached up and pressed the button on the smoke alarm. The strident blare filled the narrow space. He made a notation on his clipboard, then reached down and patted her belly affectionately. Without another word, he left. She heard the noise of the key in the door as he locked it behind him. Angel reached up with her fingers, feeling for the key. It was there, just at the tips of her fingers. Undoubtedly, the ice would melt in a few minutes and she would be able to free herself. She could still feel the warm imprint of his hand on her belly. Her nipples throbbed with pain and her jaw was beginning to ache. She closed her eyes and lay back, trying to comprehend what she had done. *** The next day, Angel was on the phone. "No, I need someone out here today!" she said. "But it's Sunday," the voice on the phone protested. It was Mrs. Osborne, the prim and proper manager of the Willowbrook apartments. Mrs. Osborne hated anything outside of her sheltered, carefully structured existence. "But I need my oven," Angel said firmly. Mrs. Osborne sighed. "You're sure the heating element is broken?" "I'm sure." It better be. I hit the goddamn thing five times with the hammer. "OK," Mrs. Osborne finally relented. "I'll page Jack. He won't be able to be there until after five, though." "That will be fine," Angel said sweetly and put the phone down. It was two o'clock now. That gave her three hours to wait. Angel ran into the bedroom and scrambled onto the bed. She began buckling the cuffs around her ankles. The handcuff key was already on a cord around her neck. She'd even use a blindfold this time, to increase the anticipation and excitement even further. Angel shivered with delight. It would be a long afternoon. *** Feel free to send feedback, and don't forget to vote! If you liked this one, please check out my other stories. Thanks for reading! --Z