0 comments/ 20823 views/ 0 favorites Housecall By: sassynkinky84 I unlock the door and step inside, closing the door behind me. Putting my bag down, I hear my answering machine beeping. I grumble under my breath, swearing I need to get a silent one. I hit the play button as I search through the cupboard for something chocolate. I freeze when I hear your voice play on the machine. "I hope you’re having a good day slut. It’s now 11, I will be over at one. By the time I get there, I want you freshly showered and shaved for me. I want you kneeling naked, in the position, facing the door. See you then." The machine goes silent, and I’m left there completely surprised; and now wet. I know if you show up and I haven’t done what you told me, there will be consequences. That’s something you stopped needing to tell me quite a while ago. It has been a long week and I could use the release, but it still comes as a surprise, though by now it shouldn’t. Somehow, you always seem to know when I need this. I look at the clock and see that it is now noon. "oh shit" I say aloud, realizing I have an hour and that I need to get my ass in gear. Quickly relieving myself of my clothing I climb into the shower and quickly but efficiently wash and shave myself. I feel the slight urge to pleasure myself, but know that that is off limits too. Once I’m in role, touching myself without permission is a definite no-no. I sigh and step out, wrapping a towel around myself as I proceed to blow-dry my hair, and do my makeup. There is always that little voice in my head that says I’m not pretty enough, and what could you possibly see in me. I push it aside and finish up, removing the towel and checking my reflection. Not too bad, I think to myself, before going back into the living room. Checking the clock again, I see I have about five minutes before you said you would be here. Quickly I unlock the front door and assume the position, kneeling, with my hands at the small of my back, my head up and my eyes down. The five minutes seem to take forever until I hear footsteps outside my door. I resist the temptation to look up as the door is opened and then closed again. Out of the corner of my eye I see you walking around me, inspecting me in a way. I arch my back a little more. A little like a pet on display. I feel like I must make some spectacle kneeling there. I know you see the flush on my chest, the slight tremor that goes through me occasionally, my hardened nipples, and even though you can see it, I know you are very aware of how wet I am. You brush you hand over my hair and lean slightly into your touch. "Stand up," you tell me. I stand up, trying to be graceful, keeping my hands behind my back. You steps so you are standing right behind me, I can feel the warmth from your body. Reaching in front of me, you abruptly reach into my wet pussy, getting just a single finger wet. "Wet already slut?" "Yes sir" I reply quietly. You bring your finger up to my mouth expecting me to clean it off. I don’t open my mouth though. This is one thing I still fight. You use your other hand and pull my head back by my hair, hard. I gasp and open my mouth to clean your finger off. Once satisfied, you remove your finger again and release my hair. "That’s not a good way to start this afternoon. I hope your behavior improves, since I don’t want to have to punish you. I intended this afternoon to be an enjoyable one for you." I can tell you haven’t finished speaking as you lean closer to me ear and whisper "Although I know its enjoyable for you anytime you get to serve me, to please me, no matter what I’m doing to you or having you do" I swallow hard as your comment hits a bullseye. I also know not to respond. You step away from me "You may look up. Go into your bedroom, we are going to go get lunch and unfortunately, you have to be clothed for that," you say with a smile. I turn and pad into my bedroom, as you follow. I start to go to my closet when you stop me. "No, stand away, I’m picking what you’re wearing" Step away obediently. This is something you started doing occasionally, picking my clothes when we were together. You told me it was a good way to build trust while still taking a choice away. You pick out a simple, yet short skirt and a slightly sheer shirt. The next thing you do surprises me, you go into my dresser and take out a pair of panties. Placing the three things on my bed, you tell me to get dressed. I notice there is no bra, and with the state of the shirt, if anyone really pays attention, they’ll be able to see the outline of my nipples. I blush a bit at the thought, but don’t argue with you. I get dressed quickly, and put on the heels you also took out for me. They are my highest ones, which force me to walk much slower than I normally do. Unlike so many of the internet stories, where the girl has a collar every time she goes out, there is no collar that you put on me today. There isn’t a need for one; we both know who is in control. While I was dressing, you left the room, so I walk out to find you. When you see me enter the living room, you smile. Walking over to me, you lean down and kiss me. I respond as if I’ve been starved, putting my hands on your arms, and trying to make the kiss last, but you pull away all too soon and head for the door. We get to the café and sit, enjoying the nice weather. The server comes and we each order, and then sit back to relax. We talk about everything, and laugh a lot. Our food comes, and we get a little quieter as we eat. Midway through, you stop and look at me. "You will go into the bathroom and do two things. You will masturbate to the edge of cumming and then stop, and you will bring me your panties." You say, speaking very quietly. I look up at you, showing you that this embarrasses me, but the look on your face tells me not to argue. Getting up from the table, I head into the ladies room, sure that everyone can see how much I’m blushing. What they cant see is how wet your order got me. Going into one of the stalls, I sit down and being to masturbate. It doesn’t take long before I am breathing heavily and trying hard not to make noise. Thankfully no one has walked into the bathroom after me yet. I get to the point of cumming and force myself to stop. It is still hard, but this sort of control is something you have worked with me on. Letting myself calm down a little bit, I stand up and pull my panties down, stepping out of them. Balling them up as small as I can in my hand, I exit the stall. The walk back to the table seems to take forever. I am incredibly self-conscious of the fact that I have my rather wet underwear in my hand and probably smell like sex. Getting back to the table, I sit down looking everywhere but at you. "Look at me" you tell me. I look up, biting my lip. "Did you do what I told you?" "Yes" I reply, almost in a whisper. You never really have my address you as sir in public, but that is a privilege, one that can be taken away, and it doesn’t mean I can be disrespectful. "Good. Now hand me your panties" I pause for a moment, before very slowly bringing my hand up from under the table and handing you my panties. You don’t even look at them, as you put them in your pocket. You take my hand and kiss is quickly, before going back to eating your lunch. I sit for a moment, trying to calm down, before I go back to mine. A short while later, you get the check, pay, and we head out. Driving back to my place, we stay pretty quiet in the car. However, about halfway back, you look over at me "Masturbate." The one word order surprises me and I look at you in disbelief for a moment. Obviously, that moment went too long, because the next thing I feel is your hand slapping my exposed thigh, hard. I let out a yelp, and you calmly repeat your order. This time I don’t hesitate, and sliding down in the seat a little, I slip a hand under my skirt. I start masturbating, and it doesn’t take long to get me close to cumming, since I was wet already. As I get close, I ask you for permission "Please sir, let your slut cum." "No, but keep playing with yourself". I whine I little at this, but continue, trying very hard not to cum. After another minute or two, I ask you again "Please sir, let your slut cum" This time you can hear a bit of desperation in my voice. "No" you reply again I whimper but continue as you told me. This is still hard for me, and I fear I’ll fail you, but somehow I manage, and when we get to the parking lot, you tell me I may stop. I slowly remove my hand, wishing you had let me cum, but proud of myself nonetheless because I was able to keep from cumming. We get back inside and without you even having to tell me, I strip and neatly fold my skirt and shirt, placing it on the couch. Turning back towards you I wait to see what you want me to do next. For a moment, you just stand there looking at me. This makes me blush, and look away from you. "No, look at me" you say as I look away. I reluctantly turn my head back towards you, as you catch my eye and step towards me. As you get within arms reach, I feel my body respond to your closeness, wanting your touch. You step within inches of me, and I fight the urge to just reach up and pull you towards me. I think you can sense that I want to do that, because I see small smile play at your lips. For some reason this reaction pushes a button in me, and I do what I know I shouldn’t. I reach up, placing one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your shoulder and pull you in to kiss me. Surprisingly, you let me, and kiss me back, letting me lead the kiss for a little bit, before you pull back. Before I comprehend what just happened, I feel the sting of your hand on the side of my face. I look at you, shocked for a moment. "Did you really think I was going to let you try and have power? Was the kiss, the moment of control, worth the reaction you got, and my disappointment in your behavior?" I fume slightly at this, but then realize you are right, and you see when I realize that. "Go into the bedroom, I’ll be right there" "Yes sir" I turn and start walking towards my room, when you playfully slap my ass, making me giggle a little. That’s something I always liked, that even when being serious, you know how to interject that sort of playfulness. I get to the bedroom and kneel by the bed, waiting for you. A moment later, you come in, carrying a glass of water. Placing it on my nightstand, you go into the drawer there, and take out my little collection of toys. It started as a joke, but my having a few basic things turned out to be a good thing. You don’t take out everything, just the wooden clothespins, the choke chain, the blindfold, and the small padlock you use to keep the collar on in the right spot. My vibrators stay in the drawer. Putting them all down on the table except the blindfold, you walk back over towards me. "Stand up, and turn around" I get up and turn so my back is towards you. You put the blindfold on me, making sure it will stay on. Turning me back towards you, you grab a handful of hair and pull, eliciting a soft moan from me, as you kiss me harshly, biting my lip hard before letting me go. You hear a small whimper escape me at the loss of contact. The next thing I feel is the coolness of the collar as it settles on my neck, and you adjust it, locking it in place. What goes through my mind surprises me, that the collar is really only a physical reminder of what is there whenever you want it, without any physical reminder needed. A sharp pinch on my nipples brings me out of my thoughts, as you place the clothespins on me. After a moment, the sharp pain dulls slightly, and I am able to focus on something else; namely the sound of you getting undressed. After a moment, you stale me when you place a hand on my arm. Guiding me around, you have me kneel at the foot of the bed again. I sense and hear you moving in front of me, as you sit on the edge of the bed. "I want you to suck my cock. Put your hands behind your back. You’re not to use them; you need to learn that you don’t get to control how deep you take me, that I don’t care if you gag. You’re here for my pleasure" I cringe a little at what you say, but I know its true. Right now, all I want is to please you. You flick one of the clothespins, causing me to gasp a little, before you guide my head towards your cock. I start giving you a blowjob, not going too far down, and you don’t try to get me to. For the moment, you seem content to just let me please you. As I’m doing this, I know how wet I am, but I try not to focus on it. This goes on for a few minutes, but then you rather harshly push my head away from you, and stand up. You don’t give me a chance to react before you grab my hair and shove your cock back in my mouth. This time I’m not giving you a blowjob so much as you’re just fucking my mouth, just using it as a another hole for your pleasure. You thrust deeply, making me gag a few times, but you ignore it. At one point, before thinking, I bring my hand up to try and control the depth, but you slap my hand away, and I know I’ll pay for that later. After fucking my mouth for a little bit, you pull out, and push me away. I fall back on my heels, red faced, and breathing heavily. Suddenly, you’re behind me, and take the blindfold off me, dropping it next to me. Grabbing some of my hair, you roughly pull me up. Leaning in next to my ear you speak quietly "You couldn’t even follow a simple instruction could you cunt?" I whimper as you call me that, feeling a little ashamed, both at what you called me, and at my behavior. I yell out as you suddenly take the clothespins off, and don’t make a move to soothe them as you normally do. "Does that hurt cunt?" "Yes sir" comes my very quiet reply. "Good" Normally, that sort of response would trigger a smartass comment on my part, or make me fight you. However, for some reason, this time all it does it make we want to try to make up for what I did. At the same time, much to my embarrassment, I feel the moisture from my pussy drip onto my leg. You must see the look on my face, because suddenly you bring a hand down to my pussy and thrust a finger into it. I moan and my hips move towards your hand without my thinking. You abruptly remove your finger, brining it up to my lips for me to clean off. I turn my head, not wanting to, but a quick hard blow to my ass makes me change my mind. I open my mouth and lick your finger clean. You remove your finger and bring your hand down, idly playing with my nipples. "That made you wet didn’t it, being treated like that. Being used for solely for my pleasure, being my cunt" I hate to answer this, but I know you expect me to. I swallow heavily, before answering as quietly as I can "Yes sir, it does." "I didn’t hear you, speak up" "Yes sir, it does" I say more loudly, looking down as I say it. I sometimes cant believe how responsive I am to you. I guess I’m forgiven for my mistakes so far today, because you suddenly become gentle again, turning my head back towards you, kissing me passionately. I sigh, and turn slightly so I can kiss you better. After another moment of this, you pull away. "I’m in a good mood, so I’m going to give you a treat. I’m going to let you come, however it’s on two conditions. The first is, you may not cum until I tell you. You don’t have to ask permission, but you may not cum until I say so. The second is, you must stay standing, if you don’t, there will be consequences. Do you understand?" Feeling pleased by what you’ve said, despite the catches, which while I still don’t like, I’m used to by now, I quickly respond "Yes sir, thank you" To my surprise, you don’t even make me get myself off. Stepping behind me, you reach down and start playing with my pussy. Under your very talented hands, it isn’t long before I’m close to cumming. You know this and remind me that you haven’t said I could cum yet. My legs shake a little, as I have trouble staying standing. However, I’m determined not to make you regret giving me this treat. As you keep playing with my pussy, I start having more trouble not cumming. I hate begging, but I don’t have a choice at this point, and it briefly hits me that that is probably exactly your point, to get me to beg. To remind me that when in this situation, my orgasms are in your control, not mine. Instead of pissing me off, as it normally would, I only get wetter. I give up and start to beg "Please, sir, please let me cum" "No" I whimper and fight against my legs, which feel like they are about to give out. "Please, sir, I’m begging you, please let me cum" You don’t respond for a moment, and I’m afraid you’re not going to let me. "Yes" as you say that one word, I cum hard. "That’s it, cum all over my hand like the slut you are" as you say this is just makes me come harder. Unfortunately, despite my trying, my legs give out and I star to fall, but you grasp my waist hard and keep me from falling. As I come down, I’m leaning against you, enjoying the feeling you and your hands on me, when I realize that I failed part of what you told me to do. I quickly turn around to you and apologize "I’m sorry sir," you laugh, and I don’t understand. I look at you, and you smile "Don’t worry, I’m not going to punish you, I only told you that so you would really try." It takes a moment, but that finally sinks in with me, I get mad. "What? Why the hell did you play with my head that way? That’s not okay, do you get that?" As soon as the words are out, I realize my mistake. The smile quickly fades from your face, and you suddenly grab my hair, and throw me onto the bed "Get your ass in the air, now, and don’t move. You’re going to learn when not to push me" I whimper slightly, feeling nervous, and wishing I could take back what I said. I slowly get on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, not knowing what you’re planning doing. The next thing I feel is a sharp pain go through me as you land five hard, fast blows with your belt, to my ass. The suddenness and harshness of it makes me cry out, mixing "I’m sorrys’" with pleas for you to stop. Thankfully though, you don’t draw it out. This isn’t for pleasure, this is pure punishment, and you make damn sure the point gets across. You stop, and run your hand over my ass, drawing a small gasp as your hand touches my now sore ass. Your hand wanders towards my pussy, and you see that despite the pain, my pussy is wet. When I realize you’ve found this out, it just embarrasses me more. Your hand wanders back up, over my ass again, up my back, down and up my arm, and down and up the other, relaxing me a little, before you move away again. The next time I feel you, you thrust into me from behind. I gasp and moan at the same time when I feel you enter me. You grasp my hips hard, using them to pull me towards you. My ass is sensitive and every time you come in contact with it, I feel it, and it only gets me more aroused. You reach around and pull me up a little with a hand on my throat. You let go after a minute, and I arch myself back towards you. I get close to cumming again and you can feel it as my pussy starts to clench around your cock. I remember at the last minute to ask permission "Please sir, let your cunt cum." I don’t even realize what I said, until the words are out of my mouth. "Cum for me, cum all over my cock slut" I cum hard at your words, my pussy clenching around your cock. You don’t wait much longer either, and a moment later I feel you grip my hips and thrust once more, hard, as you cum. I know I’ll have marks on my hips from your hands, but I don’t mind, I sort of like it. As you come down, you put your hands down on the bed, and I put my hand over yours, wanting the contact. Housecall "Hey, Andy, this is Bill. I know that we have an early afternoon tee-time, but I have a favor to ask." Andy looked at his phone quizzically. Bill was the guy everyone else went to for favors. If Bill was asking, he must be desperate. Without hesitation, Andy answered Bill. "Hey, man, what's the problem?" A flurry of potential disasters rushed through Andy's head. "Well, Emma fell the other day," started Bill. Before Andy could interrupt, Bill quickly interjected, "She says she fine, but she's still sore. You know my wife, she just refuses to see any doctor." Andy laughed with relief as he ran his hand through his thinning, dark hair. "Yeah, I know. It takes six months of badgering to get her in for her annual physical. Do you want me to stop at the house before I meet you at the club?" "That would be so wonderful of you." Bill sighed audibly. "I'm sure she's fine, but she has looked a little peaked recently. It's probably just work, but you know how she is. I'll get us later tee-tie, ok?"" Andy definitely knew how Emma was. Just thinking about her long dark hair and the floral scent that clung to her even after she had spent an hour sweating at the gym made Andy wish the Bill wasn't such a nice guy. Remembering the lively conversation he and Emma had over their weekly lunch forced Andy to shift in his seat. "What time is she going into the office?" Andy asked as he tried to distract himself. "I convinced her to take the day off. When ever you're able to get over there, she'll be there," Bill reassured Andy. "I asked her to stay at home ... I didn't tell her that I was going to call you. I'll let her know that you're coming though." Andy looked at his appointment book. He only had a few patients this morning and he had cleared his afternoon for his golf outing with Bill. "No, problem, Bill. I'll make sure that she didn't damage anything seriously and then I'll meet you at the club." Andy's morning appointments flew by. The most taxing patient was Mrs. Simmons who insisted that her child needed antibiotics for his allergies. People just didn't seem to understand that antibiotics are not a cure-all. By 11:30, Andy's waiting room was empty and he told his head nurse Linda that he was taking off. The drive to Bill and Emma's house was relaxing. Only a few cars traveled the suburban streets. Andy hummed happily to the radio and sat in the driveway of the cookie cutter house. When his song finished, Andy turned off the car and then reached into his backseat for his "little black bag", which was actually a small green backpack. After ringing the doorbell and receiving no answer, Andy turned the knob. The door swung open readily. "Emma must be in the pool and left the door open for me," Andy rationalized as he walked through the house. "Emma? Emma? It's Andy. Bill asked me to come by." Not finding Emma in the back, Andy searched the main floor. When he still couldn't locate her, he checked the garage to make sure she really was at home. Finding Emma's hybrid in the garage, Andy decided to search upstairs. Upstairs, Andy found Emma in the large master bathroom. Eye closed, she appeared to sleeping in the large tub. The dissipating bubbles revealed one dark nipple and a smooth knee. Emma's wet hair snaked down her back, except for one lock that curled down her round face. "Emma? Emma?" Andy called. Deep brown eyes immediately popped open. Emma's arms emerged from the water and tossed her earphones onto the floor. Emma's eyes widened as she started to jump out of the bath, granting Andy a brief glance of water running down her breasts. "Ur, ah uhm ..." Andy stammered as he quickly looked down at his feet. He hoped that Emma wouldn't notice his body's reaction to her. "Andy! What the hell are you doing here? Oh..." Emma submerged her body again in order to cover herself. "Bill, told me that you fell and wanted me to come over and he told me that he'd call you ..." Andy barely breathed. "I, uhm, I'll ... why don't I just let you get dress?" "I'll meet you downstairs." As Andy practically raced downstairs, he felt his cock stiffening involuntarily. Reminding himself that he had seen naked bodies before and that he was here in a professional facility didn't quell the turmoil in his body. In her shock, Emma's wet lips formed the most enticing "O." Andy couldn't help but imagine how well he would fit in there. When Emma came downstairs, Andy was reciting the list of the monarchs of England in his mind. Looking up, he saw Emma wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe. To both his relief and disappointment, the only skin that he saw was her bare feet. "Bill asked me to check in on you," Andy explained again. Emma laughed musically. "He's always worrying. Andy, I'm telling you that I'm fine." "He said that fell and hurt yourself and that you've been feeling a bit worn down?" "My foot is fine. As for feeling worn down, it's probably a cold or allergies or something. Really, Andy, you didn't need to come all the way out here." Emma dried her long hair with the towel in her hands. Her dark lashes shadowed her eyes. Flipping her damp hair back, Emma tried to reassure Andy. "Really, I AM fine." A few stray hairs curled around Emma's neck. Mistaking Andy's hungry stare, Emma relented. "Fine! Have a look!" Emma sat on one of the kitchen stools and raised her leg. The thick robe fell open revealing her smooth thigh. Andy wrapped his strong, warm hands around Emma's foot. "Tell me if this hurts." Andy began rotating and pressing Emma's ankle. His hands moved up her shin, massaging her calf. "Anything?" Andy asked as he looked into Emma's face. Emma closed eyes provided Andy with the wicked satisfaction that she was enjoying his ministrations. Wanting to see how far he could push his luck, Andy began working his way up Emma's long leg. His fingers pressed sharply into her flesh, leaving white marks on her tanned skin. When his hands passed her knee, Emma gasped. Andy quickly pulled his hands away. "Everything seems to be alright." Andy quickly stated. Hiding the red suffusing his face, Andy fished his stethoscope out of his bag. "OK, take a deep breath." Andy pressed the stethoscope to Emma's thick robe. "Emma, your robe is too think, I can't hear your lungs ..." Emma rolled her eyes, "Yes, doctor." As she loosened her robe the round tops of her breasts showed clearly. Andy blew on the stethoscope to warm it. Emma breathed deeply as he pressed the stethoscope to her sternum. As he moved to listen from behind her, Emma let the top of her robe fall to her waist. The sunlight streaming through the large windows made Emma's smooth skin glisten. Her dark nipples hardened in the cool air. Andy's warm hands caressed Emma's throat as she swallowed for him. "Your lungs are fine." Emma shot Andy a look of superiority. "Bill said that you were feeling under the weather?" Emma stared into Andy's dark, brown eyes. "I haven't been getting enough exercise. That's all, doctor." Emma's dark brown eyes captured Andy's. He couldn't look away, even if he had wanted to. Grabbing Andy's shirt and pulling him toward her, Emma lowered her voice. "Want to help me get some exercise, Doctor?" Her soft red lips pressed against his. Andy's mouth felt suddenly dry until Emma parted his lips with her tongue. Her wet tongue moistened his mouth. Unconsciously, he hands tangled in her damp hair as he pulled her closer to him. He drank in her saliva before biting her lip. His deft hands pulled at the belt of her robe. Andy's eyes twinkled as he grinned devilishly at Emma. Stepping back, he opened her robe completely revealing her long legs and her thatch of dark hair where they met. Spreading her legs, Emma grabbed Andy again and pulled him close to her. Grabbing his waist with her legs, she ground her hot, wet mound against his pants. As she kissed him deeply, Emma pressed her hips against Andy enjoying the rising effect that she was having. Emma delighted in the power she had over him, her ability to make him hard because SHE desired him to be so. "So, Doctor ... what shall we do?" Emma licked her lips as she looked into Andy's wonderful brown eyes. Desire and conflict were clearly written across his face. While Andy hesitated, Emma compressed her lips forcefully against his. She felt his muscles tense a moment before relaxing. Andy's mouth opened willingly as Emma's tongue plunged to meet his. Emma felt Andy's heart pounding against her chest. Laughing into his mouth, Emma pulled the tails of Andy's shirt from his pants before pushing him far enough away that she could unbutton his shirt. Andy closed his eyes to better enjoy Emma's long fingernails trail down his chest. Running her thumbnail over Andy's nipple, Emma growled as it pulled tight. Leaning forward, she grabbed the nipple with her lips. Using just the pressure of her mouth, Emma drew Andy closer to her. "So, Doctor, are all of your house calls like this?" Emma's dark eyes sparkled as she looked into Andy's face. The desire that she built in him reflected equally strong in her face. "Oh, no." Andy began, "They are much more like THIS ..." Andy grabbed Emma's waist. Her robe fell completely to the floor. Andy set her on the kitchen counter and spread her legs wide. Unbuttoning the top of his Khakis and pulling down his zipper, Andy didn't bother undressing. His hard cock strained against the fabric of his dark blue boxers. "I think I should check you temperature. Open wide." Andy pulled his shaft out of the fly of his boxers before unceremoniously ramming himself deep inside Emma's waiting hole. The power of his lust overtook him. He didn't register the juices that ran out of Emma's waiting sex. He lost himself to the pleasure of her soft walls gripping him tightly. He floundered in his own passion, not noticing Emma's loud wails or the trails of blood her nails left on his back, sides and chest. Emma's contractions push Andy over the top. As he pumped his semen into her waiting body, Emma bucked and thrusted against Andy. Her legs hugged him tightly to her as she panted against his chest. "Emma, I've wanted to be with you for as long as I've known you. I've imagined us together, but not like this..." Andy swept Emma's hair away from her sweaty brow. She looked questioningly at him. "It's not that ... it's just that ... I want just want to enjoy you enjoying yourself. Does that make any sense?" Andy looked into Emma's reddened face. He knew that she had an orgasm, but that wasn't enough. "Andy, I did enjoy myself." Emma emphasized her statement by pulling Andy toward her for a deep kiss. "Do you trust me?" Andy asked. Emma nodded and smiled at Andy. Andy draped Emma's robe around her naked body and picked her up. Andy answered Emma's questioning look by simply telling her to trust him. Andy carried Emma into the downstairs guest room. Gently placing her on the bed, Andy kissed her softly. He tasted the salt of her sweat and smelled her sex. Smiling at her, Andy efficiently removed his clothing. "This is what I wanted to start with ..." Andy knelt between Emma's unresisting thighs. Smiling at her soft murmur, Andy happily lapped at Emma. As Andy gently licked her puffy lips, Emma began squirming from pleasure. Laughing into her velvety mound, Andy pulled Emma's legs over his shoulder and deeply kissed her engorged clitoris. His tongue flicked it roughly causing her to spasm uncontrollably. Emma's fingers tangled into Andy's hair and drew him closer. She tried to pull him into her. Her legs clasped him closely. As her thighs began to quiver, Andy began drinking the juices that flowed freely from Emma. Sticking his tongue into her honey pot, Andy felt Emma's vaginal walls grasp him. "Oh, Andy. You're the best to ever ... ooooooo..." Andy couldn't help but laugh as Emma completely lost control. Her fingers flexed uncontrollably on his scalp. Her hips bucked forcefully so he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her from pulling away. Andy watched Emma's face contort with pleasure. Instead of crying out, Emma bit her lip. Even with her thighs muffling sounds, Andy could hear Emma's guttural groans and moans. Sweat streaked Emma's body. Her breasts bounced heavily as her body quaked. Watching her loose control excited Andy. He felt his cock harden again. Peeling Emma's legs from his neck, Andy draped his body against hers. He felt her twitch under him as Emma's body continued to be rocked by her climax. Quickly entering her wet grotto, Andy felt Emma's pull on his penis. As she clutched him to her, Emma began rotating her hips. Andy thrust into Emma until she began laughing uncontrollably. Her arms flailed until he restrained them. Her body quivered and grabbed him tightly. "Andy," Emma spoke breathlessly, "I ... no more ... I can't ... oh God ..." Unable to finish her sentence, Emma's eyes rolled to the back of her head as another orgasm crashed through her body. Taking pity on Emma's poor over exerted body, Andy pushed himself deeply into her and let himself be carried on the tide of her climax. Feeling her body respond to his, Andy added to her wetness with his own. He waited several minutes for Emma's body to calm before pulling out. Smiling at Emma's closed eyes, Andy kissed Emma's eyelids gently. "You seem to have gotten a few hours exercise today. You've gotta keep that blood flowing," Andy teased. Looking at the clock, Andy cursed, "I need to meet up with Bill at the club." Unable to think or respond Emma rolled over exhausted as Andy pulled the covers over her wet body. He bent and kissed her lips gently before dressing. "Are you still coming for dinner tomorrow?" Emma asked quietly as Andy started toward the door. "Don't you think that would be ... akward?" "It would be stranger if you didn't come," Emma giggled girlishly , "to dinner I mean. You've been having dinner with us for the last two years. I mean unless, you don't want to..." At the club, Andy apologized to Bill for being late. "I'm sorry, I got busy." "Were you able to stop by the house and see Emma?" Bill mistook Andy's blush, "Andy, you know that she won't come in and see you. That woman is so damn stubborn sometimes." "Oh, Bill, don't worry. I stopped by the house and gave Emma a little something Housecall You pull out, and lay back, tossing the condom in the trash by my bed, as I get up to get a towel for you to clean yourself up a little with. Coming back from the bathroom, I hand you the towel. You clean yourself up and hand me the towel again. I toss it in my laundry and come lay down next to you. After a little while relaxing with each other, you get up and get the key for the lock on the collar. Unlocking it, you take it off me and put back on my nightstand. Getting up, you grab hold of my hand and playfully pull me out of bed. You get dressed as I pick up the blindfold and clothespins and clean up a little. Once you’re dressed, I walk back to my front door with you. Giving you a hug and kiss goodbye, you playfully pinch my very sensitive nipple and tell me I can get dressed again. After you leave I go back to my room and curiosity takes over; I look in the mirror at my ass to see if you left marks. As I suspected there are some fairly clear marks/bruises showing where the belt hit me. As I see this, I smile, and get a tingly feeling knowing it’s a reminder of thoroughly enjoyed activities.