1 comments/ 22478 views/ 3 favorites She Can't Wait By: sparklingeyes Kneeling, on the soft feather-filled pillow You left me , i wait eagerly for Your return home. I awoke this morning, after having arrived late last night, to find the list of instructions You had left me. As i read the instructions i smile, remembering Your kindness to me the night before when You picked me up from the airport... the kind smile as You took my bag from my tired hands... the tender way You reached over caressing my cheek in the car. W/we arrived to Your place in a short time. As W/we enter Your home You show me to my room sending me off to bed... telling me 'to rest plenty for tomorrow... for then you will truly become Mine' as You say this i look down at my left ankle catching the glint of the anklet bearing Your initials... ENJ... that has marked me as Yours for the past two months. Hearing the clock chime, i realize that You will be home any minute. Mentally i check off each instruction You left: bathed in the scented oils You picked out, shaved the stubble from my... no... O/our pussy, inserted the long tapered butt-plug. Smiling i nodded to myself happy that i had done all You had wanted me to do. The sound of the lock turning made my heart skip a beat, quickly i looked down at myself kneeling in the position You had instructed... heels together, thighs spread wide, buttocks resting on my heels, hands clasped behind my erect back, my head lowered. I can feel Your presence as You quietly move towards me, circling me You stop behind me. Pushing my shoulders forcefully my hands shoot out to brace myself against the hardwood floor. Your strong, warm hands caress my buttocks, now raised in the air, grasping and spreading them holding them open with one hand while the other grips the base of the butt-plug wiggling it, pushing it deeper causing me to gasp. "Good girl," You say "everything is as i wish. " My body warms at Your praise. Slapping my ass You tell me that i may rise and follow You. I scramble to my feet to follow just a few steps behind You. You open a door to the right motioning me ahead of You, i enter looking about my eyes growing wide as i notice the 'toys' arranged on Your dresser... a paddle, a crop, various sized butt-plugs, dildos, and a set of nipple clamps. My gaze drawn to the bed notices the four to each bedpost with leather cuffs at the end of each of the chains. You motion for me to sit on the bed. I watch as You run Your hands over the items laying out on Your dresser, as though not sure which is to be first. Stopping You pick up the nipple clamps. Walking towards me the clamps dangling from Your fingers by the silver chain attached to them. Standing directly in front of me You run Your hand over the side of my face it moves downward over my neck, shoulder, lower still to cup my full breast grasping and pinching the nipple, i catch my lip between my teeth biting as You manipulate my nipple to full erectness. Pulling the nipple further outwards You quickly attach the clamp. I take a deep breath feeling the clamp pinch my nipple. Your hand moves over to my other breast rolling and squeezing the nipple between Your fingers before attaching the second clamp. My head rolls back as the clamps pinch my nipples, You tug on the chain causing them to pinch harder i moan half in pain half in pleasure. Leaning over You grasp my chin brushing Your lips tenderly over mine, whispering to get on my hands and knees. As i crawl to the center of the bed You slap my bare ass, the butt-plug slides deeper in me. I watch You move from my position on the bed. Grabbing my wrist You jerk it from under me pulling my arm taut as You place the cuff on it. Moving towards the end of the bed, You remove Your belt sliding it between my leg and the bed wrapping it around my thigh buckling it securely. Moving quickly You finish putting the restraints on me, cuffing one ankle then the next, grabbing a second belt that i hadn't noticed before securing my leg together. Taking my other wrist You secure that too taking the last of my support from me. The front of my body collapsing against the bed, the chain dragging across the sheets making me moan. I hear You chuckle as You move behind me to the dresser. I try to twist and see what You are doing but am unable to as i can only move an inch or two bound in this manner. Suddenly i feel the leather tip of the crop against my wet pussy gliding against it. I moan trying to move against it as You tease me with it lightly stroking me with it. Feeling bereft as You pull it away, You swing it upwards slapping my clit making me jump and moan... again You slap it... slap... slap... slap. My head thrashing back and forth as i whimper under the assault. Juices flowing from my pussy dripping down the inside of my thighs You rub the tip against my opening soaking it with my juices before You raise it bringing it down on my ass. I yell at the sharp sting... slap... slap... slap... slap. My ass feels on fire as You deliver one stinging slap after another leaving traces of my juices there. Swiftly You take the dildo and shove it deep in my pussy pressing it against the plug already there, holding it there inside me as i gasp and moan writhing on the bed pulling against the restraints. As You pull it out and push it in i beg You my Master to please let me cum. Laughing You respond... no. You remove the dildo, gently caressing my buttocks listening to my ragged breaths as i lay there panting. As my breaths begin to slow i feel Your warm hard cock press against me, i realize You are now as naked as i, rubbing Your cock up and down between my asscheeks pushing against the plug it slides deeper than before... oh god i think to myself i don't know how much more i can take... You shift slightly sliding Your cock between my lips it glides easily back and forth my pussy juices coating it. In one quick movement You remove the plug replacing it instantly with Your hard cock. My mouth wide open in a silent scream You plunge in and out deeper and deeper in my ass. Reaching down You caress my clit with one finger sending shudders thru my body... my voice soft and shaky i beg You again Master please may this slut come for You... again You say no. I groan in frustration it all seems to be too much the clamps pulling at my nipples, Your hard cock in my ass, Your finger on my clit. I gasp as i try to hold back trying so desperately to please You. You push Your thumb into my pussy... i can no longer hold back my body begins to quiver and shake my ass and pussy muscles grabbing at You. Juices flowing faster down over Your hand. I feel You pull away from me in disappointment i feel empty as You walk away from me to the dresser selecting a few items You return to me on the bed... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... You smack my ass with the wooden paddle. Screaming with every smack i say Master please... pleeeeeaaassssseee forgive this slut for taking her pleasure before Yours... You lean over almost yelling in my ear as You tell me You are not done punishing me for that yet... i whimper wondering what else You will do. Once again i feel You behind as You roughly push Your cock back into my ass... i scream out... You ignore it... thrusting faster and faster in and out of my ass... i feel myself begin to grow wet again. Harder You pound in and out of my ass.. Your cock swelling filling my ass with Your cum. You remove Your cock from my ass shoving a smaller but wider butt plug in me... telling me i will hold Your cum there til You decide i have learned my lesson.. Walking to the front of the bed You kneel on it holding Your cock in front of my face and tell me to clean it up. Tentatively my tongue darts out licking up the length of Your shaft swirling around the head... You grab me by the hair forcing my head back my mouth to open wider You thrust deep in my mouth... i gag a bit before i relax letting it slide deep into my throat. My tongue cradles Your cock deep in my mouth as it is thrust in and out, my lips wrapped firmly around it sucking it. You arch forward pushing it deeper... i feel the head begin to swell as You groan i feel You shoot Your cum down my throat the warmth of it sliding down. As You move off the bed You lean over and look at my face seeing the dried tears there You tell me i should not have angered You... i nod and smile... You smile in return... brushing Your lips over my cheek. You reach up and release my wrists, moving around releasing the belts and ankle cuffs. Tenderly... so tender even after i angered You... You help me stretch my legs out rubbing them. Higher Your hands move pressing against my ass reminding me of my punishment. Sighing i turn on my side closing my eyes... i feel You next to me holding me whispering that i will do better next time... i nod drifting off to sleep secure in Your arms. She Can't Wait My name is Ned and am a free-lance accountant. One of my more recent clients is a small independent sales firm, which is accustomed to subcontract certain professional services such as mine for short periods of time. I'm not even called there every day. They hired me in order to take the reports from their salespersons and produce financial statements for ordering from suppliers and for tax purposes. One of the salespeople is Helen, and she is very attractive, with light-colored eyes, shoulder-length black hair and a very proportionate figure. At first, she was the star saleswoman, but one day, she met with a difficult client and she lost her cool. They had to reassign the account to another salesman, who had to offer a substantial discount in order to keep the customer. After a few days after the incident, we were all summoned to a meeting in which an important announcement would be made. Neither of us had the slightest idea of the purpose of that meeting, but before entering the conference room, there was some talk about Helena being fired for her outburst. When we all sat before the boss, he announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, the dedication of all present is unquestionable, but unfortunately, it doesn't show at our bottom line." We all felt uncomfortable, especially Helen, who was already considering herself as unemployed. She tried to act nonchalantly, but the morbid looks of her colleagues made her falter. The boss continued: "I am pleased to inform you that I will appoint Helen as administrative assistant, and all the sales staff will report to her. Nester, you will work with her in order to put an end to the scribbles that my sales team submits as their reports. Then you two will train to the personnel in order to work in a more organized way." Everyone was surprised, especially Helen herself. She was being promoted! In the days that followed, she and I worked in harmony, but it was obvious that she would have preferred to go back out there in contact with her clients, but her boss no longer trusted her in stressful situations. But his decision about her was the right one. She is very trustworthy and organized, in fact, hers were the best sales reports in better times, this is why she was chosen for such responsibility. But in fact, it was not a true promotion. She now earns a salary well below what she earned as commissions, and she was practically confined to the office, almost as a secretary. The other employees agreed to report to us, at first, without raising objections, but later, disagreements arose. I had to question many of their notes because they still wrote shabby quotes and bills, and we had a hard time rewriting their figures, so irregular, into standard accounting forms. She came to nag them for their disorder and they felt the effect enough. When took our lunch breaks, went to the bathroom or pause for any other reason, the gossip began and I could no longer ignore it: "Did you know what happened to Helen?" "No! Tell me!" "Do you remember her boyfriend? I believe his name was Noel..." "That handsome executive with hung out with her a lot?" "It's been a while since they were last seen together..." "He keeps going to the same spots but he has been seen in quite good company." "Better than Helen?" "Why yes, with even hotter chicks than her...!" It took us more than four months to Helen and me to develop a uniform procedure for the sales reports, after learning these salespersons' hieroglyphs, until we had them filling out more straightforward paperwork. It so happened that a certain closing day for statements was a Friday, which we finished shortly after dusk. Fifteen minutes after the last salesperson left, we gave the finishing touches to the spreadsheets, and five minutes more to print them and copy them on the backup CDs. I felt tired, since my input was usually more than hers, but upon turning off and clearing the desk, I saw Helen staring blankly at her computer screen, already off. I made no comment, but I kept storing stuff, and then, I saw her looking through a window, struggling to contain a sigh, that I attributed to fatigue. After all, it had not been easy for her to adapt to her new workload. I asked her: "Are you ready to go home?" "Yes, I'll be right away..." But she didn't move away from the window. I didn't dare to say anything else, but I just could not leave her standing there. Absentmindedly, she searched her purse, and suddenly, she took out a small cardboard box of and gave it to me. It was a box of condoms. She told me: "Would you be so kind of getting more of these for me? I feel awkward having to buy them for my boyfriend." I felt disappointed, upon finding out that the comments were false, although something in her body language didn't agree with what she was saying about having a boyfriend. Anyway, I did her this favor. It took me only five minutes, since there is a drugstore on the ground floor, and for a man, it is more a matter of pride to buy condoms. Upon returning to the office, she wasn't around and I felt stupid, since I believed that she had already left to meet her lover. I called her: "Helen, I brought what you asked for...!" I looked for her in the cubicles, and my embarrassment increased. When I was about to turn and leave, I heard the sound of water flowing in one of the bathrooms, and I saw her coming out. Her face no longer had that gorgeous make-up, on the contrary, it was reddened. I realized then that she had been weeping inside the bathroom, and the errand was the perfect excuse in order to drive me away. Then I arrived to the conclusion that the reason for her tears was finding that box of empty condoms, a reminder of her romantic failure. When I met her face-to-face, the expression on her face changed at every second, from a feeling of guilt, then embarrassment, and finally, an inexplicable paleness. I gave her the condoms, telling her in exasperation: "Here, take these. I'm leaving..." Then, she forced a smile on her face and walked toward me, while she said to me with a seductive tone of voice: "Don't leave yet, the night is young..." She took out one from the box, waved it in my amazed face, and she took me by the arm, leaning me over her to kiss me. She traced my lips with hers for a minute, until she found the exact angle to introduce her tongue in my mouth, and she drew mine into her mouth. The sudden sensation of pleasure forced me to close my eyes and allow her to take over. Any notion about her having another guy flew out the window at that moment. Her blouse was unbuttoned, inviting me to suck her medium-sized breasts, perfect for her figure. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I guessed that she removed her underwear while she waited for my return. Now, I took the initiative, kneading them with my hands while I licked them and sucked on them with lust. Now it was her turn to close her eyes and let pleasure take over her, until we realized that it was not enough for an orgasm. Then, she lay me on the floor, she loosened my shirt and pants, and she also pulled my underwear down to put the condom on me. The contact of her hands with my so sensitive penis worried me, being afraid to ejaculate too soon. When she finished, she hovered directly over my hips, and little by little, she inserted my member in her hungry vagina. Another chill traveled through both bodies while she went up and down, looking for mutual pleasure. At first, she moved slowly, until her vaginal muscles started squeezing involuntarily, upon approaching her climax. Then, she increased her rhythm, until she began convulsing. I could not take it anymore and ejaculated so hard that I believed that I would propel her through the roof, condom and all. After a last tremor, she collapsed on my chest, exhausted. She tried to hug me once again, but she had no more strength left in her. I let her rest over me for five or ten minutes, but finally, I had to say to her: "Get up, it is late already." She murmured: "Uh-huh...!" While I turned to dislodge her from my penis, already limp. I pulled the condom out carefully, because it got entangled in my pubic hair, and with it in one hand and my pants in the other, I walked tentatively through the dark aisle between the office and the bathroom, in order to get cleaned up. When I finally washed the stickiness away and straightened my clothes, she entered the same bathroom, and she leaned on my back affectionately. She told me: "Spend the night with me." Without thinking twice, I turned to face her and I agreed with a smile. She hugged me happily, but without the passion with which she had done so previously. Then I let her wash up and admired her better, and refreshed already, we finished picking up our things and we went to her apartment. Once there, we took a real shower and had a late-night sandwich, but upon going to bed naked, we weren't in the mood for another penetration, so we settled upon caresses and kisses, and we spooned, but with her behind me. Before falling asleep, she whispered something about how good a friend am I to her... It became obvious that we had a long way to go. She Can't Wait... This was written as quickly as possible, in a race with Anne08. It took me just over 2 hours from start to finish. It is short, but I think it stands up (so to speak). ------------------------ We met on an internet discussion board. I'd posted some geeky advice and she confirmed that I'd got it right. It still seems incredible that it's happened; though I can - and do - go back and read those early messages to see if I can work out how I got so lucky. First there were a few public posts and in one of them she mentioned that she'd like to visit my side of the pond. That was when I sent her a PM, to offer my services as tour guide and to boast about what my part of the world, Yorkshire, has to offer. It turned out that her visit was a while away - just a pipe dream at the moment. That didn't stop us chatting about theoretical possibilities and sooner or later the obvious alternative - me visiting Canada - cropped up. Helen, as I'll call her, waxed as lyrical about her homeland as I had about mine. By the end of that first month, we'd sent well over a hundred messages to and fro and discussed science, religion and politics - as well as flirting a lot too. At first sight, we were very different - and not just that at nearly 60, I was twice as old as her. The labels we gave to our stances looked like a list of opposites, but when we got down to details we found that real differences were trivial: both of us were open minded and tolerant. As affection and respect grew, we exchanged more and more personal information too, sharing triumphs and defeats. And then facts about our family relationships. It seemed we'd both had, well, I'll just say, 'interesting' pasts - with our partners' knowledge and support. For both of us it was years since we'd 'played away', but it had happened, so there was nothing in principle to prevent it happening again. Suddenly, reality burst in. I'll quote her message: "Let's please do try this." That was three months ago. Both our partners knew we were corresponding, but up to then it had all been harmless fantasy; we had to go back and say it could be real. My wife just laughed and said, "Of course it's all right!" Helen's hubby wasn't quite so quick off the mark. It was easy for me, not only had our kids left home a while ago, but I'd be out of sight and out of mind of our acquaintances - and we had had occasional separate holidays before - for instance, after China, I didn't fancy Japan: the climate had really got me down. So she went with a friend who'd had a lifetime ambition to go. Basically, I had no barriers to climb. That wasn't the case for Helen. Her kids were still at school - old enough to notice, but too young to accept the real explanation. And this would all happen in her home town... However we did manage to come up with a cover story: mostly the truth with the gory details left out. We'd met 'on the internet' and she'd offered to put me up while I made a tourist visit. Then there were all the practical details - health cover, when was the best season to visit (late Spring, early Summer), and booking the flight. And now I'm here. The plane's just landed and taxied in. I'm leaving the plane and going to the baggage carousel. There's mine! Through immigration - god this is taking ages! Fucking queue after fucking queue! But at last I'm through - and there she is! Smiling at me and waving. I run over and hug her, lifting her off her feet (I'm over a foot taller than Helen). And she's kissing me... I've been confident I would get a kiss sooner or later - whatever else does or doesn't happen - but this is so soon - and such a kiss! I'm starting to lose my balance, stagger and put her down. I'm following her to her pick-up in a daze, putting my case in the back and she's driving away from the airport. I'm catching my breath again. The trip isn't long, but we've started talking again: "It's unbelievable to be here," I say, "to see and hear you in the flesh." We both grin like teenagers at the phrase, "in the flesh." "In fact," I say, "close enough to touch" and I do; I reach across and put my hand on her knee. I'd intended just to prove the reality to myself, but there's a crackle of emotional electricity as skin touches skin and I can smell burning, or blood, or... "Dick," she says, "keep your hand still. Don't take it away, but don't move it - I'll go off the road! Just hang on for a couple of... There it is!" And she's pulling off the highway, onto a dirt road. In these woods we're out of sight of the main road in moments and now she's pulling off the dirt road, through gaps in the trees, into a small clearing and she stops the pick-up. She pops the seat-belt clips and slides across the bench seat towards me, reaches for my head and pulls my lips to hers, then breaks briefly to mutter, "You don't need to keep your hand still any more..." She's wearing a skirt. It covered her knees when she was standing, back at the airport, but now it's showing them: where I put my hand. Our lips are crushed together and our tongues flick against each other, and drive into each other's mouths. I move my hand. In this position, I can't reach much further down, so move it up, stroking the smooth warm skin of her thigh. Her legs are apart already, but they spread further, inviting me on. The inside of her thigh, not so smooth, slightly moist and sticky. As I walk my fingers upward, she nods her head and hums encouragement without breaking our kiss. I touch damp cloth and suddenly she's breaking away. "Fuck!" I start to think, "I've gone too far, too soon..." but she's just lifted her skirt, pulled her knickers off and grappled with me again. I reach forward again and touch hot wet flesh. She gasps, then grabs my hand and pushes my fingers inside. "Go on! I've been waiting for this for weeks now. I can't wait any longer!" I push and twist my fingers, exploring the geography. By my age, I know the road plan, but it isn't to scale; every woman is slightly different. Ah, there it is, that slightly rougher area and I turn my attention to my thumb, searching out the nubbin of her clit. She's slumped down now, hanging from my neck by her arms with her legs spread wide at the edge of the seat. All I can see is the top of her head, her beautiful, slightly reddish brown hair. I think I've found her rhythm now, she's thrusting her hips to the same beat as my hand - and panting in time with both. She starts to make low noises in the back of her throat as we thrust together - and the movements get harder and faster. She's speaking now: "Yes ... Do it to me ... Finger me just like that ... Yes ... God I love feeling you inside my cunt ... Ah! ... Aaah! ... AAAH! ... YESSS! ... OOH ... Ooh ... Oh .... hmphh..." She's looked back up at me with a gorgeous, shit-eating grin on her face and she's kissing me again, but now it is gentle and loving, no longer with desperate urgency. "Shit, yes, Dick - you're just like I hoped. I do love dirty old men! But what about you? You're very welcome right here right now, but if I know you as well as I think I do, I think you'd prefer to wait another few minutes and take advantage of a big soft bed" and she winked. She already knows me so well.