1 comments/ 7895 views/ 3 favorites A Long Week Ch. 01 By: 1AmJ0ker +++ Edit for Literotica: I pulled this from my back log of goodies, trying to find that spark to write again. More to come as time permits+++ This is a work of fiction, written out of a bored spell because I have nothing else to do, so forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. * Susan adjusted her skirt for the hundredth time since she had exited her cab. This was a strange and new experience for her. At 46, she wasn't a young woman anymore and meeting someone from online was a young girl's sport in her opinion. Susan looked around the packed bar once more as a waitress brought her another drink. She had been ordered to wear no underwear and one of her shortest cocktail dresses. It made her feel slutty and like everyone knew exactly how much she was enjoying it. She didn't fit in at all; her red dress and high heels were totally out of place in the biker filled bar. The fact that several men had made passes on her showed that though she was an older woman she had aged well. Even with as little make up as she was wearing, her sharp features and long build made her look younger. As she had aged, her tall 6 foot frame had put on weight so she no longer looked like the twig she had once been. A fact that several men had pointed out was a plus as she had to go out and buy new underwear to accommodate her changing body, which was for the first time in her life full of curves. A group of men walked into the bar and Susan's eyes automatically moved toward them. She had blossomed late in life. She had had sex in high school and college but had never really developed a taste for it until late in her life, when she became braver as she felt that there was less and less time and risk left in her life. She assessed the men and though some looked at her hungrily, none of them came to speak to her or acknowledged her how she was told He would. As a successful real estate agent she was well off and came into contact with dozens of people, it was through those connections that she had learned about the small social networking site for those that had different tastes in sex. She had logged on jokingly only to smile and marvel at the different lifestyle intending on staying on the outer edge, but she soon found herself immersed in it all. Six months later and she was here. Meeting a man she had chatted with for a long time, but had never seen any pictures of or met or even talked to over the phone. The old her would've thought it stupid and would never even dared to think of it. The new her had asked around and been told from some of the others she knew to be trustworthy that she would be relatively safe. That's what they had told her about her man, "You'll be relatively safe". That had made her nostrils flare and her libido scream as she read it, and after her friends had refused to comment any further, Susan's imagination had run wild. She was in town for a week, and just the thought of all the things he could do to her made her want to yank up her skirt and masturbate all the lust and energy that licked at her already burning pussy. She had only been given a first name for her mysterious man, Jonathon. He had been crude with her, but always patient. He never once had ever told her anything really and truly personal about himself but he had listened easily and given his two cents on any problem she may have been having at the time, though his two cents often amounted to a very pessimistic look on humanity in general with an underlying violent streak. That's what she had enjoyed about him and thought was so fascinating and intoxicating. He was cold, feral and demanding, but at the same time he seemed to respect her and hold her in high standing. She could always say no to his orders, but he always phrased them so she wouldn't, asked them when she couldn't refuse him. He easily pushed her buttons and drove her further than she would want to for any other. It always made her smile when she thought about it. She sometimes thought that it was what love should be. That always made her snort and chuckle. Another group entered the bar. She spotted him with ease and nearly gaped at him. He looked directly at her as he entered, knowing she would be there, his deep blue eyes were dark and brooding, not giving anything away about his inner thoughts. He was dressed in all black, obviously decked out in biker gear that hugged his body tightly. None of that surprised her as much as his handsome features full of youth. He couldn't be any older than 25 but she knew for a fact that he had knowledge and understanding far further than that. She didn't know why but she had always imagined him as an older man, and nowhere as big. He stood in front of her and his eyes roamed her body in one slow and sure movement. Susan looked up at him and realized that even in her heals she was still an inch shorter than this man, a fantasy she had had since she had gone to prom in high school. Jonathon settled himself on a stool across from her at the table and she couldn't think of anything to say so she just watched, her eyes flitting back and forth trying to take all of him in. "Hello pet," he said in a low growl that sent shivers down her spine and a spike of lust that drove itself into her body with a roar of heat. Susan dropped her eyes away from his and gulped as she blushed for the first time in ages. She was still marveling at him, like he was the first man she had ever seen, but she was still having trouble getting over how young he was. "Hello sir," she said meekly, a mixture of fear and desire making her voice come out as a low squeak. It was a greeting and response that had been agreed upon days ago and now that she was certain this really was the man that she had known for the past six months. All thoughts other than the ones centered on the burning in her body were fleeting, and she didn't know what to say. Jonathon didn't seem to be having the same problem but somehow knew what state she was in. "Are you wet for me slut?" he asked nonchalantly, a faint darkening of his eyes telling her that he knew full well that she was and that he liked the thought. She fumbled and tripped on her words for a moment and then stopped, took a deep breath and closed her eyes, forcing herself back under control. When she opened her eyes again Jonathon was waving away the waitress without looking away from Susan. Looking around to make sure no one was listening Susan spoke as evenly as she could, "Yes it's the first time I've gone without my pretty red lace between my thighs". Jonathon's tone darkened almost instantly, "You've made two mistakes. First, you have forgotten to refer to me properly. Second". His hand was suddenly on her sex, his fingers delving between her slightly parted thighs making her stifle a moan before he continued in a quiet rumble, "You should know better than to tempt me bitch". This was the Jonathon she had known so well, the one she enjoyed tempting only because his retaliation was always shocking and sweet. A small smile played on his lips as she bit her lip and breathlessly made a sound between begging for more and apologizing. His hand left her wanting more as its warmth left her. Jonathon stood and snapped his fingers, she didn't even think about it as she stood and followed him, pulling her dress down to hide her sopping pussy and now damp thighs. He led her outside and to a small bike. Without saying anything he turned and pulled her toward him, kissing her so hard she was probably going to have bruised lips. Now she really did moan as her head was tipped back and the kiss got rougher. Then, as abruptly as it had started it ended. She whimpered as her hands tried to pull him in for another kiss, but he was stronger than her and pushed her away easily. "I've been waiting for this for weeks I plan to enjoy every minute," he told her as he pulled out something from a riding bag he had with him. "Now you need to be punished," he smiled at her as he handed her a jacket and strapped a helmet onto her head. It was dazzling and scary at the same time the way it was both a happy grin and a promise of things that made her head spin to imagine. He threw his leg over the bike and she gulped, walking over and considering how to best mount the bike when he lifted her up in his arms, depositing her on the seat, a large protrusion pushing between the lips of her sex and making her shudder and moan. Then he was at her ear, his hand guiding hers to the dildo that he had placed on the seat, "You are not allowed to cum, if you do it only gets worse for you later". She didn't have time to respond because the bike suddenly purred to life and she clawed at his shoulders as the vibrations were sent from the seat to her exposed clit, and into her pussy through the dildo. "Fuck! Please... I'm so close sir" she nearly shouted through the helmet as he fastened his own. He turned and looked at her, the visor on his helmet up and when she saw his eyes she got the cold chills and hot streaks. "You are not allowed to cum, or would you prefer to cum now, and not cum for the next week?" he asked. Her eyes widened but then he continued, "But don't think it will be that easy. I will enjoy using your body for the next week in the most... creative ways". She gasped and had the image of her tied to the bed for the next week, used and abused but left on edge each time. The thought both aroused and horrified her. "No sir," she barely wheezed, wrapping her arms around his waist as he revved the engine and then tore out of the parking lot of the bar. The ride was both miserable and the best thing she had ever experienced in her life, every bump, every jostle drove the piece of plastic between her thighs deeper. The engine was vibrating the entire frame with each rev and each acceleration Jonathon took, Susan felt it on her sex. She was so wet and on edge that she didn't know how she managed not to cum all over his seat as he finally pulled into a small house in a sleepy neighborhood. To be continued when I get a bit more time... A Long Week Ch. 02 As a note, this story is mostly written about two years ago, there are 12 ish parts already so no worries, they are coming, I just didn't want to blow my comfort wad before I found my drive to write again. This is a work of fiction, written out of a bored spell because I have nothing else to do, so forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. ***** The ride was both miserable and the best thing she had ever experienced in her life, every bump, every jostle drove the piece of plastic between her thighs deeper. The engine was vibrating the entire frame with each rev and each acceleration Jonathon took, Susan felt on her sex. She was so wet and on edge that she didn't know how she managed not to cum all over his seat as he finally pulled into a small house in a sleepy neighborhood. They sat outside for a moment as Jonathon opened the garage door with a remote he had fished from his pocket. Susan sat there quaking and whimpering as her hands slipped down his front. She couldn't wait any longer with her mind fogged over from the ride. She found the front of his pants and heard a dark growl from him as she slipped her hands inside. She smiled, thinking the sound was possibly the sexiest thing she had ever heard. Purring like a content kitten she wrapped her cool hands around his hot length. She moaned as she slowly worked him from base to tip only to gasp and grip him tightly as he revved the engine and darted them into the garage door. She nearly fell off as he suddenly engaged the kickstand and spun off the bike and out of her grasp. Instead, he yanked her off the seat, the dildo still lodged deeply in her. His helmet was cast aside and hers was pulled from her head roughly, so that he could deliver another one of those lip bruising kisses. Her jacket was suddenly open and her dress was the only thing between his hands and her skin, but that was still too much as her fingers clawed at his chest. "Please...," she said breathlessly as he broke their kiss, "so wet... so close. Fuck me please sir." She was trembling now as she looked up into his eyes pleadingly. His face was the epitome of controlled animalism. He looked down at her with dark blue eyes and his chest hummed against her hands for a moment as his hands wrapped around her forearms to push her away again. His entire body was tense as if he were going to jump her and tear her to shreds in his need, which she knew she would love far too much for her own good. He looked at her and then to his bike his face not giving away any emotion. Her eyes followed his, gasping and whimpering as she realized the large wet spot on the seat was from her. He reached down and scooped up some of her juices on two fingers and right before her gaze sucked his fingers clean. She couldn't think of a sexier thing in her life, and as he looked at her she thought she may cum just from the look he gave her. "You taste good pet," he said to her evenly, still not giving into lust anywhere near as much as she had. He grasped the back of her head and spun her about forcing her easily to bend over the bike with her face in her own mess. "You've made a mess, now you'll clean it up won't you? Like a good gurl?" he asked her, but before she could reply he pulled the dildo from her and she felt the head of his cock touch her over heated clit and moaned loudly. "Won't you be a good cum slut?" that single question nearly sent her over the edge with him so close to fucking her. She began to lick at her own juices as he slapped her ass firmly, his fingers squeezing and kneading the now bare globes of her ass, making her squeak and moan again. The head of his cock plunged two inches into her and she nearly screamed, muffled by the seat. Then she felt the now cool and still wet plastic of the dildo at her ass hole, warmed by the sporadic slapping of her ass. She went rigid and tried to stand a bit but a strong hand forced her head down and back to her task. She whimpered as she heard him speaking again, "You belong to me this week, all of you, every hole, and every inch of pale supple skin. Isn't that right?" She nodded and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes smoldering. "Yes sir, I'm your slut," she said to him quietly and then swallowed as she turned back to the seat and whimpered to him, "Use me in whatever way will please you." That declaration got a response from him, he snarled and shoved four more glorious inches into her making her scream as his hips slammed into hers. Her back arched and she widened her stance a bit. She reached back and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart for him, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to her. As the dildo pressed against her tight asshole he began to plunge in and out of her in a blistering pace, driving her insane. She had never done any anal before though she had been curious about it. Right now as her eyes rolled into the back of her head she wanted it more than ever. She looked back at him again and began to plead as she gasped for air, "Please ... cum... let me ...please sir, I need it!" He looked at her and then the dildo began to stretch and enter her ass. The pain made her wince but then the tightness it forced through the rest of her made her moan. Her pussy clenched on him tight as a vice and it made him feel even bigger as he seemed to fill her to the point of breaking. The dildo kept pushing into her and she moaned as she heard him groan sexily. He kept pounding her and when she couldn't take anymore he bent over her, lodging himself deeply into her as he groaned in her ear, "Cum". She had never known that an orgasm could rack someone so completely and so quickly. She clawed at the bike and screamed her entire body spasming with her orgasm. She had the urge to pee in the midst of it, and couldn't stop herself as she suddenly began to squirt all over his cock and the floor between her legs. Jonathon started to fuck her faster and harder than before as she began to cum, driving her orgasm on for what seemed an eternity before she felt his pace become erratic and varied. She whimpered and moaned for him to cum and fill her to the brim, and he chuckled grasping the back of her neck and squeezing to the point of hurting her as she felt something warm and slick shoot into her. She cried out at the pain and came again squirting again as her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor, gripping the bike to stay somewhat off the ground. She shivered and moaned weakly, already exhausted as she looked down at herself and groaned. Suddenly she felt herself being stripped. Her now damp dress was pulled off and down her long legs. She looked up to see Jonathon, still hard and leaking cum from the tip of his cock, but slowly undressing her and wrapping a jacket around her. He hadn't even pulled his pants off to fuck her senseless. She bit her lip and looked up at his eyes that were as always guarded and unfeeling as he hefted her up into his arms. He carried her to the door, reaching up to shut the garage door which made her eyes go wide as she realized that they had just done that in the well-lit garage for anyone to see. The thought made her blush and aroused at the same time but she was too exhausted to do anything but lay limp in his arms. ***** Another scene complete! More to come until I get shipped off to basic in a few weeks because this is a relatively constructive way to spend my time. A Long Week Ch. 03 Once again, this is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. And just to see who all is reading thoroughly, feel free to make suggestions for future scenes or prompts for my writing. ***** Jonathon carried her to the door, reaching up to shut the garage door which made her eyes go wide as she realized that they had just done that in the well-lit garage for anyone to see. The thought made her blush and aroused at the same time but she was too exhausted to do anything but lay limp in his arms. He carried her into the house and she took advantage of the opportunity to learn more about Jonathon. Her inner real estate agent came alive as she scanned the house on their way through it. She quickly realized that the house was staged as if it were about to be sold. The furniture and walls were neutral colors, and there was nothing on the walls. There were no personal pictures or any memorabilia anywhere in the living room. There was a place for a large television on the mantle of the fireplace, but there was nothing there but a cable line and a plug in set in the wall beside the spot. As she was carried to the back of the house to the master bedroom, she continued to see nothing of Jonathon in the house. Every room was clean and open and inviting as they passed open doors. When he stood in front of the only shut door in the house she gulped and felt herself tensing a bit as she imagined something of a cross between a sex dungeon and a master bedroom which best suited her idea of Jonathon. Full of horrible toys and stocks made solely to both cause pain and pleasure. When he opened the door she was slightly disappointed. The blinds were drawn shut, dark curtains pulled across them to block out most of the light in a room that was painted a flat black. The carpet was the same cream color as the rest of the carpet in the house. Which almost ruined the look of the large four poster bed that was stained a glossy black and made in all black sheets with the comforter turned down to show a splash of red that sat in the middle of the room. On one wall was a pair of closets shut to her prying eyes and in between them was a single chest of drawers, a large mirror mounted to it which was the same style and color as the bed. Other than that and a door that was ajar and showed a modestly sized master bath, that was it. This was Jonathon's inner sanctum, and there was nothing to it. Susan must have made a face because he looked at her and dryly said, "Welcome to my home or were you expecting the bat cave?" Susan blinked and looked up at him sheepishly through her lashes. To be honest she sort of was considering how dark and brooding she had imagined him. "I'm just curious is all... sir," she mumbled against his chest as she looked down and away from his gaze. He didn't respond instead he just let her stew in her own thoughts as he set her down next to the bed. He pulled his Jacket from her and hung it next to the one he had been wearing in one of the closets. She sat on the bed and reached a hand down to caress the soft fabric as what she had just done with him hit her like a brick. "I...I'm on the pill," she said weakly. Even as she said it she knew she was just saying it instead of what she really wanted to say. He looked at her coldly and quirked a brow slightly, a face that made her shiver a bit. "I know you are Susan", her name rolling off his lips made her squirm a bit but not for the reason she would think. She preferred he call her by the nicknames he always had for her since he had begun talking to her. Her name seemed too plain Jane to her coming from him but at the same time, she liked that he had said it too. Her emotions were a jumble after being subjected to the single best sex of her life. She nodded and swallowed dryly as she clutched the covers to her chest, realizing exactly how naked she was in front of him. She wanted to ask him if she had done well, if she was as good as he thought she would be... If he thought she was too old for him. That was the thought that kept coming back to bite her self confidence in the ass. She was scared of being rejected because of it, realizing now that he could very possibly be half her age. She stumbled over her words a couple times trying to say something, anything that may ease her nerves. Jonathon stood across the room from her and read her so easily. He moved forward and reached out slowly, confidently caressing her face. "Pet," he said in a tone that sent steal through her and she realized she would never disobey him when he spoke to her like this, "Stop thinking". She would normally laugh at him but then she realized that she had. She had just stopped thinking, and it stopped eating at her. He continued in a softer voice this time, soothing her as he forced eye contact between them, "You did well". She looked up at him and then shakily nodded, realizing that she was on the verge of tears. She was ecstatic and relieved at his simple statement and she felt something that made her heart skip a beat. As long as he was happy with her, she would be ok. She remembered someone trying to explain that fact to her online once. That when someone owns you completely, you become reliant on them and even if the world goes to hell as long as that person says its fine you don't care. It didn't matter whatever faults she had because he was still happy with her. Over the past few months she had become reliant on Jonathon to keep her stable. She lived a high stress life especially since the economy tanked. Jonathon always put her straight even if she didn't realize she needed it. Now that he was here, in front of her in the flesh she couldn't describe exactly what was happening in her mind. Jonathon watched her quietly for a few minutes as she realigned herself. "Are you done being a silly woman?" he asked her, which made her hackles rise and she looked up at him defiantly but before she could say anything at all he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and squeezed lightly. To be continued again, not so much on the sex this time, but let's face it, Susan is mushy putty. I'll probably post the steamy stuff and bed time a little later while I'm being an insomniac. A Long Week Ch. 04 This is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. And just to see who all is reading thoroughly, feel free to make suggestions for future scenes or prompts for my writing. And someone remind me to beat the shit out of Jonathon because he is really freaking hard to characterize well, Bastard. ***** Jonathon watched her quietly for a few minutes as she realigned herself. "Are you done being a silly woman?" he asked her, which made her hackles rise and she looked up at him defiantly but before she could say anything at all he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and squeezed lightly. Susan dropped her gaze from his and shivered lightly at the control his grip had on her. She realized belatedly that he had wanted her to get angry, which only made her want to cause trouble to get back at him. What could she say? She was petty like that. She looked up at him again, giving her best puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip sticking out slightly from her face. "I'm sorry sir, have I not been giving you enough attention?" she asked in her sweetest voice. Before he could say anything, she leaned forward and pulled his shirt up an inch to lay a suggestive kiss on the skin just above his waistband. She purred happily to him as her tongue darted out to give him a taste. Jonathon jerked against her, as if she had surprised him and that made her smile. She had been naked in front of him for several minutes now, not just physically, and Susan wanted him to be just as naked, wanted to see what he was like. She began to pull on his shirt, pushing it over more and more flesh. Jonathon was so tall and he didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on his body. His flat perfectly etched abs were hard enough for her to bounce quarters off of them but as she kissed at them his slow deep breaths made them flex and ripple beneath her lips. She looked up at him smiling playfully and gasped as she caught sight of his eyes. His entire body was relaxed, but his eyes were dark and piercing, reminding her of a caged animal. She had another bout of cold streaks and hot licks that rekindled her arousal. He was in total control of himself still but on edge. She had pushed him further than she ever had and wanted to push him too far. She knew he could get rough and she wanted it. She wanted him to break her as long as it included sweet release. She didn't break eye contact with him as she reached around him slowly. She placed her nails on his shoulder blades and raked them down roughly as she used her teeth to bite him just below the ribs. Jonathon's snarl excited her, making her squeeze her supple thighs together tightly. She was getting wet again. The heat that had been sated earlier in the garage roared back to life and she whimpered below him. He ripped his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, throwing it haphazardly in a corner before leaning down to kiss her hard biting her lower lip enough for it to hurt. She gasped and moaned, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck tightly and dig her nails in his back again. He fumbled with his pants for a moment and then pushed them off pulling his boots off at the same time before he straightened and threw his pants and boots to join his shirt. He stood in front of her gloriously naked for a moment and she realized that he didn't have a single hair on his body. Not even around his fully erect length and well-endowed balls. Her eyes zeroed in on his crotch and she blushed even as she opened her mouth slightly to whimper a please to him. He gripped the back of her head and forced her onto her knees in front of him. He pulled her close enough for her tongue to dart out and taste a bit of pre cum coming off of him. She moaned and opened her mouth wider, sucking him into her mouth as he pulled her down on him. His hand gripped the hair at the back of her head tightly which sent a thrill through her as she sucked and used her tongue to swirl around the head of his cock. Then his hips began to pump against her mouth unexpectedly. He forced himself a couple inches down her throat which shocked her and at the same time sent waves of heat into her pussy. He was using her and even as she choked on his length and couldn't breathe she enjoyed every second. She tilted her head back and arched her back, making it so that he could more easily stuff her hungry throat full. He continued to fuck her mouth going deeper and deeper as she learned to relax her throat and take in more and more. Eventually she had swallowed him completely and could feel his balls slap her chin and her nose hit his abs as he held her there. She choked and gagged, the lack of air causing her eyes to water. At the last possible second he pulled back out giving her a moment to breathe and lick and kiss at his balls hungrily before he forced her head all the way back down again. He repeated the process over and over again. Her face was streaming with tears, drool and her nose had started to run; ruining her makeup and making her look like a hot mess. Her fingers were buried in between her thighs, rubbing at her clit fiercely as she pressed two fingers in and out of her pussy furiously and her juices ran out of her and onto the floor. "Please may I cum," she asked him pleadingly; she wanted it so badly, it was the last bit that would send her over the edge. He didn't respond, instead he forced himself down her throat again and she moaned as she gagged around him. He groaned loudly and as he pulled out she felt his warm semen splash along her throat and tongue. And then he was sending his cum across her face and breasts which made her moan hungrily as she held her mouth open for more. She worked herself faster wanting the release she was so close to. Jonathon took a step back and then grinned at her darkly, "No". Her blood ran cold as she screamed in protest, "Please!" At the simple word her entire body had tightened, so close to cumming but denied, refusing to leap over the edge. Her fingers continued to work her pussy and clit faster and harder as he smiled at her and reached down, pushing her head down so that her forehead was on the soft carpet and her ass was in the air. "Please," she sobbed into the carpet with her precum running down the insides of her thighs, "Please sir may I cum?" His hand came down fast and hard and slapped her pussy from behind making her arch her back and cry out in pain this time. "Who told you, you could play with yourself?" he asked her calmly. She whined and squirmed as her hands fell away from her pussy without answering, which got her another smack to her sopping pussy which she was horrified to realize the hits were making her wetter and she wanted more. "I asked you a question," he stated to her as she silently cried out again and her breasts dragged on the carpet as she tried to both get away and get more of the delicious pain that sent warmth through her entire body. "No one sir!" she chirped in breathlessly as more tears streamed down her face. Another smack rained down on her pussy and his hand stayed there, squeezing and kneading it lightly making her moan loudly as she raised her rear into the air higher for him to have a better vantage point. "That's right. No one told you you could play with yourself," he said calmly as his fingers found her clit which had been spared from the previous blows but only barely. He pinched the nub lightly and she gasped already so close to cumming with the heat of the smacks still burning across the lips of her sex. "Please, please, please, please, please sir!" she repeated over and over again as she gripped the carpet tightly. He snorted and grasped the back of her neck tightly before he shoved four of his fingers into her slit, stretching her further than she had ever been before. It hurt, dear god it hurt, but she felt so full it was worth it. She was still crying and sobbing into his carpet and had devolved to meaningless sounds for speech as he curled his fingers in her and worked her g-spot at the same time he thumbed her clit. She tensed and had another earth shattering, full body exhausting orgasm. "FUUUUUCK!" she screamed again as her body tightened and gripped his fingers tightly before finally relaxing completely and she passed out. Jonathon smiled as she went limp and lay on his carpet unconscious. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head lightly. "Good gurl," he told her quietly and put her onto the bed and under the covers. She lay there trembling still which made him grin widely before he turned and went about getting ready for the next day. Wow, finally this one is over, hopefully we'll be going on to the next day and I will FINALLY get to talk about Jonathon's day to day life and the fun things that happen when you live a normal life with the lifestyle. Yeah I know, like I've been promising for a while, bite my lazy ass. I'm actually interested what you think of this particular installment and how we've gone so far. A Long Week Ch. 05 Ok people here we go again! This is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. This space is where I usually make a funny comment that will only make me giggle to myself about either things that my imaginary readers can do or etc. I've elected to do a bit more than that. There are a few who are kind enough to leave me nice comments, shocking! And I've read that apparently my writing is "Well written and well thought out". Thank you, the unexpected compliment warms my innards in a non-sexual way, though I'm gonna take a wild guess and say everyone just wants the Fap material I put out so let's get back to good old Jonathon and Susan mucking about! Yay for mucking about! Jonathon awoke fifteen minutes later than he normally did in the morning, his eyes springing open and focusing on the ceiling. He was still tired, that's what happened when he had two bouts of great sex in one night. He smirked as he thought about the night before and felt Susan's warm body cuddled to his side like an electric blanket warming him perfectly toasty beneath his comforter. He sighed as he realized he actually did have to get moving or he was going to be late for work. He rolled out of bed and stood slowly without looking back at Susan. As a 26 year old male with a beautiful woman in his bed he could fuck and abuse in any way he wanted, he didn't trust himself not to wake her up screaming in pain. Then licking the pain away and making her cum so hard she screamed again. He squelched his resilient libido with a cold act of will, blaming his raging erection on morning wood and not on his dirty thoughts. He fell into a well-practiced and easy routine, bathroom, piss, shower, dress, and leave. He left Susan behind since she had earned some sleep after last night. He eventually found himself showered and standing in front of his closet. One side had all of his clothes and belongings. Everything was perfectly organized. Each shelf on one side was filled with meticulously folded clothes for specific occasions. His pants and jackets hung on the other half of the closet where the shelves ended gave just enough space for him to hang them after he washed and ironed them. Everything he owned was functional, well taken care of, and stored to his exacting standards. The other side was the one that made him pause. A twin of the first closet, it was completely empty. It always made him pause in thought as he looked at it and realized that he was a young adult who had never had a normal relationship in his life. He always prepared for two, but never had a second he was willing to share himself with. He shook his head vigorously and his longish auburn hair whipped back and forth as he forced his mind to a controlled blank that let him live through anything. He pulled his closet open exactly how he did every morning and pulled one of his red work shirts from the stack of them. He didn't have to look as he pulled a specific pair of jeans off their hanger and stepped into them. He pulled them on in one smooth motion and snapped them together before pulling up the zipper. No, he didn't like underwear. He had never gotten used to the clingy, constrictive fabric and when he was old enough to dress himself he never wore them again. He pulled on one of the three leather riding jackets he owned, relaxing a bit as the familiar weight fell on his shoulders. He shut the closet door silently and looked at Susan who was still sound asleep in his bed but had squirmed her way into the middle where he had been sleeping a few minutes ago. The sight made one corner of his lips turn up a little. He walked over and kissed her forehead lightly, patting her head as he made sure everything of hers was laid out on the end table next to her the note he had written last night with her instructions laid over her phone. She groaned and turned toward his hand nuzzling it lightly which made him feel a bit warmer inside. He turned and slipped out of the house, pulling a set of keys from the hook next to the garage door before he sat on his bike and fastened his helmet. His overly nosy female neighbor, Martha, wandered over while he was backing out of his driveway on the bike. He could guess she was going to complain about the noise he and Susan had made, and in his honest opinion, zero fucks were given. Martha opened her mouth only to be shot down after he turned the key in the bike's engine and kicked it to life with a loud roar. He checked his gauges and once happy he looked at Martha again and put one finger to where his lips would be under his helmet, telling Martha without words to keep quiet. She already knew that he didn't care what she thought he did or what she thought of him. She was to stay out of his business and he wouldn't get into hers. He looked away from Martha and to the road, riding away without dealing with the narrow minded woman. All he could really think about was the day he had laid out for Susan. That got a full-fledged smile out of him, a rare thing from him that was becoming more and more common. ~~~ Susan groaned in the bed after Jonathon left but fell right back to sleep. She awoke to the ever annoying chirp of her phone getting a text. She growled and reached out for her phone she slapped her hand down on it and was a little surprised when she felt a heavy envelope laid over it and her clutch purse that she had toted with her to the bar last night. She sat up and rubbed at her eyes grumbling to herself. She was NOT a morning person. That whole early to rise thing was part of the reason she had gone into real estate. No one wanted to look at a house at nine in the morning. She pulled her phone over and drew the pattern that unlocked her smart phone and opened her newest text message without looking. She finally read her latest text and blinked as she read it again, 'Time to get up pet'. The contact said "Jon" but she never got his number, so he must have programmed it into her phone himself. However, how did he get past the lock combination on it? Still puzzling out how in the hell 'Jon' had magically hacked her phone she got another message from him, 'Read your note, I'll text you when I'm on my way home. If there are any emergencies text me'. Susan blinked at her phone and looked at the envelope in her hand addressed to her in short crisp writing that had no embellishment in it. It was just her name, short and sweet in an easy to read no nonsense kind of way. She pulled open the flap of the envelope and a neatly folded piece of paper fell out onto her hand. She smiled as she opened it and realized it was tightly packed with instructions. She read the first few lines and laughed out right. 'Good morning pet. Before I have you go anywhere make the bed. That means now, so stop reading. And make the bed.' She giggled to herself and stood, setting the letter and her phone down on the end table so she could make the bed. Her first task complete she sat on the bed wrinkling it again and pulled her letter out once more to read further. 'Good girl,' she smiled and shivered a bit at the compliment even though it was just written on a piece of paper. 'Now then please call your hotel and have them send your luggage to my home. The address is below and there is money on the front table to pay for the service.' She blinked and blushed deeply. She shouldn't have been surprised by the demand but it basically amounted to them living together for a week, which scared her a bit. Those annoying things called doubts were gnawing at her insides again. Hoping that he had left her some courage somewhere, she reread her instructions and the next line after the address, 'The sooner you complete your task the sooner you get your reward'. She hated that he read her mind, but she was happy that he had at least left her something to goad her into it, even if it was vague. Thirty minutes later she had finished calling the hotel and canceling her reservation, as well as having her luggage sent over in a taxi. She sat at a small dining room table in the middle of his dated kitchen a small plate of toast in front of her that she had scrounged up, still naked since she had nothing to wear. Glad that the hard part was over she opened her letter again and read the next few lines. 'If you're reading this, I assume you've done as you've been told and so I should give you a gift. Go to my room, look under the bed on the right side. There will be several plastic tubs. The one in the middle has a blue top. Pull it out and open it, read further after you have done so.' Curious and excited she jumped up and ran to the bed with her letter and phone in hand. She fell to her knees and pulled the box in question out. Setting it on the bed she pried it open and looked inside and blinked, at the contents. Then she pulled out her letter with a deep blush and red the next set of lines, 'I hope you like your surprise. Pull out a pair of the pink ones, don't bother looking for a different set, they are all the same. The pink ones have the smallest bulbs and they only get bigger depending on the color.' She whimpered as she reached out and fished out a pair of the pink panties, that had two bulbs one for her sex and the other for her anus. How was she supposed to go about wearing those!? Looking for some guidance she went back to her letter. 'The lube is in the right side end table, I suggest you use plenty considering your lack of experience in anal for now.' She looked from the panties to the letter to the end table as her thoughts whirled. He was crazy! She had never done something like this before. If she went around all day wearing these panties she would... Her thoughts trailed off and she could already feel herself getting wet at the idea of how sexy it would be. She could wear them under anything and she would be completely aroused. Like when she went without last night, but so much better with the added stimulation. She closed her eyes and imagined walking in them, her hips swaying from side to side and only Jonathon knew what sweet torture she was going through. She lunged toward the end table and pulled the lube out, putting some on the anal plug and then taking a deep breath to help herself relax as she pulled the panties up and slowly worked the anal bulb into her well lubed asshole. She sat there, half bent over and moaned loudly with a shudder. Her hand tangled in the bed's covers and she finally finished with the anal plug, and she started to push the small dildo in the panties into her slit. The combined affect was painful and so damn hot she thought she would soak her panties in a few minutes. Finally finished she pulled the panties all the way up and moved to the bathroom to look at them in the mirror. They were a boyish cut but every time she shifted or walked the bulbs rubbed against her inner walls and against each other pinching the small patch of skin between her rectum and vagina. It took her a full five minutes to be able to walk without moaning. There was a small bud that stuck out of the small dildo and laid perfectly on the head of her clit, pressing against it when she shifted and especially when she bent over. She went back to the bed to read more of her letter, but half way there she couldn't stand anymore. She doubled over and decided that crawling over was a better idea if she was supposed to make it without cumming in her brand new panties. Boy was she wrong. By the time she was back at her letter she was soaking wet and trembling. The next few lines made her moan loudly, 'When you've got them on I want you to take a pic and send it to me. Make sure it's plenty slutty so I can have some fun at work.' She moaned at the thought of Jonathon masturbating at work to a picture of her and sat down on the carpet, her back against the bed. She spread her legs wide and slowly but surely began to play with herself, when she was good and flustered she looked down and smiled. There was a small wet patch forming around the dildo in her underwear. She pulled out her phone and held the phone at arm's length snapping two or three quick pictures. Before she could think about and regret it she sent all three to Jonathon. She pulled out her letter again. 'Good, now go to my closet on the right and pull out one of my button down shirts. You may wear that if someone should come to the door. You are not allowed to wear it or anything else as long as you are in the house unless I've told you otherwise.' She smiled at the rule and laughed a bit since it meant that she was going to be on display for him twenty four seven. The thought made her wet again and she really wanted to cum right now. Her phone went off, telling her she had a text and she pulled it out excitedly opening the text and biting her lip as a picture of Jonathon's fully erect dick was on display for her. Oh dear gods she was getting really horny right now. There was a message under it and she read it slowly not wanting to miss anything, 'Go to the kitchen, get on the table and lay back. Text me when you get there.' She was panting now and only thought to bring her letter at the last possible second. She was still not used to the constant feeling of being filled so as she walked she got wetter and couldn't help but moan. She finally made it to the kitchen and laid back on his table. She fumbled with her phone and sent him a message that told him she had done what he had told her to. What seemed an eternity later her phone chirped and she opened the message, 'Now let's see how much you like your new toy.' She smiled and was in the middle of sending a reply when the dildo in her panties suddenly started pulsing, the small piece that pressed on her clit vibrating in the perfect spot to drive her insane. She dropped her phone and her back arched several inches off the table as she was taken by surprise. "Holy shit!" she said to herself breathlessly and realized that Jonathon could make the dildo in her vibrate whenever he wanted just from a text or an app. She writhed on the table as the vibrator went through several different settings. She was so close to orgasm again and her phone chirped loudly. She fumbled and barely got her code into the phone to open the text. 'Cum like a good whore now.' Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she came. She cried out and moaned loudly to the ceiling and reached up, massaging her large breasts roughly. The vibrator didn't stop which meant that she wasn't able to come down from the high that she was forced to by the small toy. After a few minutes the vibrator stopped and she laid there panting heavily. Her phone chirped again and she took a moment to recollect her wits before opening the text, 'You've done well. I've cum all over my hand, but it will be so much better to cum in you. Finish your day's chores. I will be home soon.' Susan smiled as she sat up and texted him back a simple, 'Thank you sir'. Thinking that would make him happy. She plucked up her letter again and began to read on. To be continued and all that... Phew that was a long one. Did I lose anyone because it was so damn long? Or do the ladies and gents like it like that. Lol bad jokes something you've just got to deal with when you read my stuff. Let me know what you all think so far and all that blah blah blah, leave a comment or shoot me a message blah blah blah. I'm gonna jerk off and go to bed. Good night all! A Long Week Ch. 06 Once more into the breach! This is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. Today we will try to live a day at work with Jonathon and for most people this will be a greatly awaited event. However, making something you've created human is sometimes painful. To show the flaws you've failed to smooth out in your art is never something I've enjoyed. ***** Jonathon pulled up to the shop slowly. He was already late so there was no point in rushing. He pulled around and parked in the back lot that was connected to the front parking lot by a large chain link gate that was open since it was during business hours. "Burning Hot Customs" was poorly named but one of the best motorcycle and automotive shops in the state. It had been started by a close family friend of Jonathon's parents before he had even been born and was currently owned by the daughter of his adoptive father. Since Jonathon was old enough to walk he had been playing in the shop. When his parents had died at age nine, Jonathon had entered the foster care system and was stuck going from foster home to foster home for nearly three years, which he still didn't talk about with anyone. Finally at thirteen his parent's closest friend and the owner of the shop had adopted him. That's when he officially unofficially started working for Carl, his adoptive father. Jonathon worked at the shop where his parents had worked to be as close to them and the rest of his adoptive family as was possible. He cut his bike off after parking it in the employee's parking lot, stopping the train of thoughts that were plaguing him. He jogged over to the back entrance and ducked inside trying to slip by the open office door without being noticed and failing miserably. "Jon!" an angry feminine voice growled at him from inside her office, "Why are you late?" Jonathon sighed and turned to face his adoptive sister. Before he could say anything Anna was on her feet and in his face, as close as she could get for someone who was 4 foot 9. "Are you sick? Do I need to send you home?" She asked in that same rough angry, sounding tone. Anna took after her mother instead of her father so everything came out as a reprimand, even if she was really concerned. Jonathon shrugged to Anna as he spoke, "Sorry, woke up late is all. I am human you know." Anna's sharp green eyes narrowed up at him as she reached up onto her tip toes and touched his forehead checking his temperature. Jon rolled his icy blues, walking away from her with a disdainful, "I'm fine." He didn't need her to worry about him. If there was a problem he would handle it himself, Anna of all people should know that. He moved into the shop floor and waved sociably to the others as he passed their work areas. When he came to one of the jacks with a mostly assembled bike on it, he dropped his backpack on the counter out of the way and pulled his leather jacket off, hanging it on a nail that stuck out next to his tool chest. He set his phone on one corner of the tool chest and then stretched himself out slowly before resuming the assembly of the motorcycle he had been working on for the past month. He had been working for about an hour before he reached out and shot Susan a quick text for her to get up and start her day. While he was texting Susan, one of the new guys in the shop came over and reached his hand into Jonathon's toolbox without saying anything. Jon knew full well why he had done it. One of the older more experienced men had told the unfortunate new guy to come do it. It was a fate reserved only for those that had to be knocked down a few pegs and brought back down to earth. Jon set his phone down and slammed the drawer on the new guy's fingers before he could get away. The new guy in question cried out and cradled his hand to his chest as the other men in the shop broke out in a chorus of laughing and jeering. The new guy glared at Jonathon and shouted at him only for Jonathon to ignore him and go back to his work. Jonathon didn't acknowledge the other man until he picked up a large wrench and came at him from one side. Jonathon caught the wrench and threw the smaller man over the top of his tool box easily, the sharp open end of the wrench pressed up into the new guy's throat. Jonathon glowered down at the new guy, growling at him darkly, "Touch my shit and I break you, try to attack me and I kill you. If you get any other bright ideas refer to the sign." Jonathon pointed up at the sign that hung over his work place that read 'Enter at risk of life, limb and possibly your tools.' Anna's last birthday gift for him since he hated people in his space or using his tools and had been known to liberate people of misplaced tools which was why the shop was usually perfectly clean before everyone left for the day. The new guy just wheezed and struggled for a few seconds before Jonathon freed him and let him scamper away to lick his wounds. Jonathon paid the rest of the shop no mind for the next hour or so before he got a text from Susan and smiled darkly. He didn't open the texts that were piling up. Instead he took a break and went to the bathroom. Once settled in one of the stalls he opened the text that were of Susan blushing with her legs open to reveal the panties he had ordered her to wear with a wet spot forming in them. He looked down at the growing bulge in his pants and grit his teeth. It had been a very long time since he had masturbated in a bathroom like a horny teen, but he was seriously considering relieving himself of his erection with a few minutes of nostalgia. He unzipped his pants and took a picture of his fully erect cock pulsing with need. He sent it to Susan and then told her to go the kitchen. He looked down at himself and growled as he wrapped a hand around his dick and pumped a couple times slowly. His phone pulsed and he opened Susan's text telling him she had done as he asked. He chuckled and sent Susan another text and then he pulled up an app on his phone and waited a few seconds before remotely turning on the vibrator in her panties. He began to pump and himself again from base to tip. He imagined Susan on his kitchen table writhing as she begged him to cum. He continued to move his hand, faster and faster until he felt his balls tighten beneath him and the demanding pressure build to a fever pitch in his cock. At the last possible second he through his head back, slamming it into the wall behind him to stop himself from making any other sound as he came. He sighed as he shook his head, promising himself to cum plenty more later, when he had Susan there to wring it from him. He sent Susan a message to cum and another for her to go back to her chores for the day and stood, shifting himself uncomfortably in his pants. He stood there for a few minutes and fought with himself as he tried to cool his roaring libido that had left him still hard and wanting more than just a light pull. He left the bathroom stall and washed his hands before he went back to his work space, already thinking of things he wanted to do later on that night to a certain woman in his home. Ok imaginary readers. This one is over, I am unsure if I will post the rest of the day for Susan tonight or not but it will be on the way as soon as I work it out and type it up. Let me know what you think of this part. It seems... a bit stale to me but I can't think of a way to fix it. A Long Week Ch. 07 This is a work of fictional fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. Ladies... and me, because for the most part women seem to be more willing to read and comment on my writing, we are entering familiar territory for me. Susan's going to do some fun things! And all the while she's going to have to deal with interesting circumstances, muahahaha! Oh and come on guys, I know your fapping in the background, come out into the light! ***** Her phone chirped again and she took a moment to recollect her wits before opening the text, 'You've done well. I've cum all over my hand, but it will be so much better to cum in you. Finish your day's chores. I will be home soon.' Susan smiled as she sat up and texted him back a simple, 'Thank you sir'. Thinking that would make him happy. She plucked up her letter again and began to read on. 'Your luggage should be getting in soon, so I must explain another rule for you. No one is allowed in my home without my knowledge and permission. And I do mean NO ONE. I do not get visitors so there is no reason for anyone to pass my threshold no matter what their reason may be. When your luggage arrives, open the garage door and have it placed inside. You can unpack your things into the left side closet in the bedroom.' Susan was a bit surprised by the seeming random need for Jonathon to keep people out of his home. She could understand someone wanting to have their privacy but the way he made it sound, Jonathon had never let anyone into his home before. The thought of him only allowing her into his personal space confused and thrilled her a bit. She wondered why he was being so anal retentive about it and made a mental note to ask him about it later. The next two or three paragraphs were just small things that she should and shouldn't do around the house. She was made to do some small menial things around the house like make herself lunch, clean the kitchen, and other things that would normally bore her to death to be specifically told to do them. However, she was constantly excited by both being told to do them by Jonathon and doing them naked with the toys still lodged inside of her. She was closing all the blinds in the house like he had asked when the doorbell rang. Susan rushed over to the door, picking up her shirt and buttoning it up and then came to a horrid realization. The shirt was large on her, hiding her curves for the most part unless she were to shift to one side or the other, but she was so tall that the tails of the front of the shirt only barely hid the wet spot that had been growing in her panties all day. If she even moved in any direction someone was afforded a perfect view of her sopping panties. Swallowing as the doorbell rang again insistently, Susan opened the door enough to poke her head out to see a cab driver impatiently waiting on the front porch. She smiled amicably and asked him to wait a minute for her to dry off from a shower and she would open the garage for him to tote the luggage in. The cab driver rolled his eyes at being delayed but Susan didn't really care. She closed the door and quickly sent a text to Jonathon, 'Someone is here to drop off my things, but my panties are so wet and they show under the shirt you told me to wear! What do I do?' Her phone chirped and she quickly opened the text that Jonathon had sent her and almost made her head explode with the influx of blood to her cheeks. 'Go out and get your luggage. No one is allowed to touch you but me but that doesn't mean that I don't want every man and woman to know what they are missing, and you've interrupted me at work for nothing. I'll have to punish you for that.' Susan was beat red, she could feel the heat rolling off her cheeks as she stood and walked to the door that connected the house to the garage. The sick thing was she was getting more and more turned on every step toward her inevitable embarrassment she took. Then Jonathon's punishment came about. The toys started to vibrate again as she opened the door to the garage. She moaned and doubled over as the low burn that had been eating at her all day since her last orgasm became an all-consuming inferno. She bit her lip and forced herself to stand straight even as her hardened nipples peaked in the thin material of the shirt and her panties were quickly getting wetter and wetter. She wanted to be fucked, she needed it and she didn't know what she would do with the mysterious cab driver so close to her. She swallowed again and reached up a shaking hand to press the open and open the garage door. She didn't offer to help the man as he unloaded her bags from the back of his cab. He didn't even look at her twice until he had finished and quoted her a bill. Her blush doubled as she realized she had forgotten the money Jonathon had set out for her to pay him. She told him to wait just another second and she turned to go through the door into the house again, and couldn't stop herself from moaning as the vibrations got faster and stronger in her. Her poor clit was totally engorged and peeked out of her panties as she gripped the door knob to stop herself from falling on her face as she bent at the waist. Through her legs she could see the shocked cab driver blink at her as he was shown her soaking wet panties. She was beyond embarrassed as he reached down and pulled on the crotch of his pants to give himself more room. She was getting even more aroused watching this complete stranger stare at her most intimate area and he obviously liked it. She didn't think, instead she scuttled herself into the house and grabbed the money, coming back in a hurry and not even thinking as she threw the crumpled bills at him. He shook his head and laughed a bit as he collected his money calling to her from just inside the garage, "Want a little help miss? I can help you carry your bags into the house and... take care of a few things." Susan's blood ran cold and she glared at the cab driver. "Sorry, I think my boyfriend would kill you first," she said a sweet smile curving her lips as she flipped the ends of her shirt to show her wet panties to him. The cab driver grumped but didn't say anything else as he walked to his cab. He looked back at her once he was there but she was ignoring him now, closing the garage door and collecting her things to bring them into the house. At some point in the exchange the vibrator had stopped, leaving Susan wanting for more but her lust had been slowed by the cabdriver's pass at her. She thought it was strange that she had been aroused by the driver watching her, but the slightest thought of him touching her had turned her off. She was still considering it while she set her bags in the bedroom and began to unpack. Her phone went off and she opened the text with an excited smile, 'Get ready for a shower. I need to wash off before we go out to dinner.' She smiled wider as she felt herself getting aroused again, she quickly peeled her shirt off and went into the bathroom getting everything ready for their shower and then she ran into the hallway and sat on her knees a few feet in front of the door to the garage to wait for Jonathon to get home. ***** Phew, not as much sex but it's not all about the hot and heavy, sometimes building up is part of the fun. As always leave a comment if you want to. Also, YAY!! I worked in the all-important shower scene a necessary part of ANY erotica xD. A Long Week Ch. 08 The opening credits end and we begin again! This is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. Wow, 12,000 words and I'm probably going to drop another thousand to 3000 in the next hour. When will it stop!?!? ***** Jonathon's day was relatively quiet after his break. He went back to his work station and began the tedious task of wiring the bike up. He was still working on it several hours later when Susan texted him about her shirt being too short. Already aggravated by his work and unfulfilled libido, she had only reignited his lust and spiked his annoyance into high gear. He shot off a text and went back to his work, considering how best to punish Susan for doing this to him. As dozens of thoughts swirled in his mind, his rock hard cock was getting a permanent impression of the back of his zipper. He had only been working for a minute or so like that when with a feral growl he reached out and opened the app on his phone again, turning on the vibe in Susan's panties. He grinned evilly imagining her shuddering and begging him to turn it off as the man there to drop off her bags stared at her shocked and becoming aroused. He had no doubt that she would be turning brilliant colors and soaking wet. He wanted her on edge, to exert the control over her necessary to deny her orgasm over and over again. He wanted her to scream and beg for more, beg him for permission to cum. Just the thought was driving him completely mad. He sighed and shook his head as he iced his lusty thoughts. He wasn't going to get anything done like this. He hit the button to turn off the vibrator, taking a moment to put away his tools and calm himself. He threw on his jacket and took his backpack with him as he went to tell Anna that he was going home early. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice new guy slinking after him, taking the front exit while Jonathon was talking to Anna. Jonathon waved good bye to Anna half-heartedly and turned to the exit, walking out while he sent Susan a text to tell her he was on his way home. When he looked up the new guy was leaning against Jonathon's sports bike Jonathon walked over to his bike and looked it over carefully, checking for any damage. Satisfied that new guy hadn't harmed it in anyway his cold blue eyes met new guy's soft brown ones. "Gonna move or am I gonna have to move you?" Jonathon asked in a calm voice that didn't even hint at how much the need to fight and break the other male gnawed at his insides. New guy didn't even acknowledge the question, instead he looked Jonathon in the eye and sneered, "I don' like how you treated me earlier." Jonathon felt his shoulders tense up in preparation. He was frustrated, annoyed and hornier than he had been in a very long time. New guy's chances of survival were slim at best. *** Susan had been sitting on her knees for almost thirty minutes when she heard Jonathon open the garage door and pull his bike in. She felt her body respond almost immediately. The ache in her knees from sitting on them for so long was forgotten replaced by a familiar thrill running up her spine as she bit her lip in anticipation for what was to come. She wondered how he would fuck her this time, and if she would ever be able to go home at this rate. She suddenly realized that today was going to be her last day of all day sex possibilities. She had to work for the next five days and she would be gone for almost as long as Jon if not longer. She pushed those thoughts away and decided to ask Jonathon about his plans for her during dinner, if he let her speak. She smiled at the thought of giving him a blowjob through dinner and was still smiling hungrily as Jonathon walked in. She instantly dropped her eyes to his boots and spoke in her most timid voice, "Welcome home sir!" The excitement she felt still sounded clearly in her voice as he stood there watching her for a few seconds and then closed the door. He was upon her in two long strides, one hand wrapping in her hair tightly and his other freed his gorgeous cock directly in her face. "I've missed you," he said gruffly. The admission made her shiver and she opened her mouth to lick at the tip of him lightly, but he stopped her and pat her head lightly. "You look good like that slut," he told her as he moved around her and started to walk to the shower, snapping his fingers behind him. A wordless order for her to follow him and she did just that standing only to have Jonathon turn and stare her down. "On your hands and knees," he said severely and slipped into the master bedroom. She fell to her hands and knees and quickly scrambled after him. Completely embarrassed at being reduced to a dog she could feel her juices flowing again and soaking her panties for the umpteenth time today. She crawled into the master bedroom and sat on her haunches. Jonathon was making the bed again which was odd because she had made it this morning she didn't understand why he would possibly be making the bed. Jonathon turned on her and reached down, pulling her up by her hair. She whined and was forced to look at the bed. "I told you to make the bed didn't I?" he asked her quietly. She nodded not sure if she should speak as she saw the cold unyielding part of Jonathon again. He looked her in the eyes and pointed at the bed. She didn't dare look away from his eyes until he told her to, "This is how the bed should look. Make sure it does, understand?" Susan looked at the bed the comforter was perfectly straight, not a single wrinkle on it and the pillows were just the same. The entire bed looked like it had never been slept in. She suddenly felt a blow across her breasts and yelped loudly in pain and surprise trying to dance away from Jonathon's hand as it slapped the sides of her breasts roughly. The pain sent a jolt of arousal through her body and she moaned desperately trying to get away from and more of the slapping. Words were falling from her mouth without her knowing it, streaming together in her broken breath, "PleaseI'msorry pleasesir pleasestop moreplease pleaseplaseSir!" The slapping continued for several minutes and then abruptly stopped, she looked down at herself and blushed as she saw her large breasts turning a rosy pink and her pussy wet with need. She was panting and couldn't resist being dragged from the room and into the bathroom. He set her in the middle of the room and then turned on the water of the shower. He looked back at her and pointed at her panties. "Off," he ordered in that steel forcing tone. She reached down, pushing the fabric down her hips moaning as the toys popped free of her body leaving her feeling empty. The panties fell down to the floor with a clatter. He ripped off his own clothes and stepped into the shower. He moved with sure and quick motions lathering up his hair without even looking at her. Susan was unsure of what to do. She moved forward and stood at the door of the shower watching him. A quiet whimper left her throat and she swallowed still unsure of what to do and wanting so badly to get at the rock hard erection Jonathon was sporting. Then something caught her gaze, a large purple bruise she didn't remember seeing last night on his ribs. She blinked and then looked more closely at Jonathon, other than the bruise on his side his knuckles were red and swollen. She didn't think, she reached out and touched the bruise lightly. He hissed and pushed her hand away from his ribs looking down at her intently. Susan blushed and looked down with a mumbled apology. She assumed that he had been in a fight over something and was afraid that he may have actually hurt someone. She imagined Jonathon in a fight and found herself imaging the poor soul who had angered him in a bloody heap barely alive. Jonathon sighed and ran his hands through his hair before flicking some of the cold water out onto her breasts. She felt the water hit her bare breasts and realized that it was icy cold making her whimper as the cold made her body tighten and shiver. He smiled as she whimpered and then reached out and dragged her inside and under the cold blast. Her train of thought interrupted she looked up at him with wide eyes and shivered not only from the cold of the shower. My flow has been broken damn it all! I hope this one is decent I didn't want to write sex when I can't think and everything sounds like rubbish.