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She Teases

By: live2write



As she drove home from work, she used her long commute to plan her surprise. She loved surprises. Never really grew out of them, like cartoons and balloons. But this surprise was, shall we say, of a more adult nature. It wasn't like her to take a bit of control during sex, but she was definitely ready to do it now. You see, he'd taken lately to teasing her unmercifully. Very intense, very gratifying – and she wanted to return the favor.

Only she had to get home before him – that was essential. Having a much shorter commute, he usually beat her home, but not today. She'd left in plenty of time to get home and get ready.

As soon as she walked in the door, she began stripping and hopped into the shower. She let the hot water massage away the stresses of the day so she could concentrate on her surprise. She toweled off and went to her dresser to rummage through her lingerie drawer. She had a difficult time deciding which would set the proper tone – not that he'd see it for long, of course. She found what she was looking for in a black thong teddy. The demi-cup bra lifted her rather large breasts invitingly. 

It had a see-through lace panel dividing the two satin sides – the lace panel leading the eye tantalizingly to the promise of a wet pussy. She rummaged a bit further and found a new pack of black silk hose. She sighed with a smile – happiness was a new pair of silk hose. She sat on the bed and slid on the hose – first one leg, then the other – her pussy began to tingle with arousal. 

As she clipped the garters to the top of the hose, she reflected deliciously on how dressing up this way always turned her on. She proceeded to the closet, slipped on high heeled pumps and pulled her short, black silk robe from the hanger. She slid her arms through it relishing the feel of the cool soft material against her arms. The robe barely covered her ass. Tying the sash around her waist, she turned to inspect her image in the mirror. As she did so, she heard the rumble of the electric garage door. He was home. She heard a door and open and slam closed, "Hi – you here? You're home early!"

She knew his routine. Any second now, he'd march quickly into the bedroom to change clothes. "Honey?" He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her standing at the foot of the bed. He saw black hose, and the short black robe.

"Well, well, well – what do we have here?" he said, grinning. He began to yank his tie loose, but she came forward and clasped his wrist to stop him.

"What we have here," she replied, "is my turn to drive you wild."

He raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. He was a little puzzled, and more than a little aroused at seeing her standing there in that little black robe. She slowly untied the sash, and let it fall open. She noticed as his eyes following the lead of the lace, his glance stopping at her pussy.

"I see what you're looking at," she whispered, "Is that what you want?"

"Well darlin', if you're offering, I'm accepting." He reached to pull her to him, but she sidestepped him. "Oh no, not nearly so fast – it's my turn now – do you think you can handle that?"

He laughed softly, "Well, of course I can." His confidence was high and his cock was growing hard. "We'll see," was all she replied. "Take off your pants." She had one hand on her hip and stood at a saucy angle, eyeing him speculatively as he reached for his belt. "Those, too," she commanded, gesturing at his briefs – her eyes glued to the bulge they couldn't conceal.

She watched his hardening cock bounce out of his briefs, and a gleam shone in her eyes. For some reason, seeing a man so prim and proper on top with a shirt and tie – and so lascivious and lusty on bottom with a hard cock – had an intense effect on her. She felt the wetness increase as she feasted her eyes on him.

When she had had her fill, "All right – now the rest of it. I want to see you naked." 

He grinned as he yanked off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. This was so unlike her – he wasn't sure he knew her. She always seemed to want him to call the shots. He liked what he saw however, he liked it very much.

At last he stood before her, naked – his cock bobbing in front of him. "Now I want you to lay on the bed," she said softly. "Make yourself comfortable." He climbed onto the bed and situated his head on two pillows, propping them up so he could still see all of her. "Are you quite comfy?" she asked. He nodded. "You're very sure?"

"Oh yeah, darlin', come here and I'll make you comfy, too."

She merely smiled slightly. "Well – if you're going to get what you want, you have to follow the rules. The first rule is, I don't want to hear any talking from you. Oh, you'll gasp and moan a lot – I promise, but no talking unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?"

He hesitated a moment. What was she up to? This was completely out of character for her. Rules, now. Well – at least the first one was simple enough. "Yes, I understand."

"Good. Now the second rule is that you may not move. Not a muscle. If you break either rule, whatever is happening will stop immediately. Do you think you can follow these rules?"

He paused again – actually this was getting quite fun. He had no idea what she had in mind, and he found that the suspense was intensely erotic. "Yes, I can follow those rules."

"Excellent," she grinned delightedly and walked to the dresser where she had placed a small shopping bag. She approached the bed dangling a black blindfold in front of her. She was amused to see his face change from amused confidence to a sort of confused wariness.

"Now wait a minute," he said. "What's this all about?"

"You're breaking the first rule. But as I haven't begun yet, I'll let it pass. The blindfold is because I want to put it on you."

"I don't see the point. I want to look at you – you're so damned sexy in that thing."

She walked closer to the bed and looked down at him with that mysterious slight smile. "But baby, that is the point -- that you don't see. I want you to concentrate on what I'm doing. No distractions. I promise you'll love what happens. Can you trust me?"

Reluctantly he nodded. She bent down and give him a deep, passionate kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue. He went to reach for her, but then remembered Rule #2. All right, if she wanted it that way, he could play along.

She drew away from him and slipped the blindfold over his eyes. The elastic band held it snugly in place. There wasn't even any peeking room. She breathed softly in his ear, "No speaking unless spoken to, no moving." Her warm breath against his ear caused a shiver to ripple down his body.

And then she moved away. He listened to see if he could hear what she might be doing. He heard nothing. The silence grew longer. He began to wonder if she'd left him there, and went god knows where.

The next sensation he felt was her mouth closing around his big toe. Her mouth was warm, wet. She began sucking on it, letting her tongue play over the surface. She slid it in and out of her mouth with a suggestive seductiveness.

She'd heard his quick intake of breath – then moved to the other toe and sucked it gently, slowly. 

Then she moved away. Again – silence. He could sense no movement – and she wasn't touching him in any way. Again, the pause was just long enough to make him wonder......

His next sensation was her lips pressing against his, and her tongue slipping its way into his mouth. With a small groan, he returned the kiss demandingly. When she felt his response, she new her treatment was beginning to take effect. She let her hand begin to trace tiny circles – very small, feather light – on his chest – she teased around his nipples and inched her way ever slowly downwards. When her fingers reached just above his navel, she drew away from the kiss. As she gently played with his navel, she released her breasts from the teddy and dangled one nipple above his mouth, letting it brush his lips lightly.

"Suck it," she commanded softly. Only too eager to comply, he gently pulled her nipple into his mouth and felt it swell and stiffen. "Bite it," she whispered on a gasp as she felt an electric current travel from her nipple to her pussy. He bit – not too hard, not too soft and began to play with her nipple using his tongue like a paint brush to stroke it.

She pulled away and let the nipple pop out of his mouth. Then she leaned over his chest and her tongue began to trace the route her fingers had taken. By this time, her hand was playing in the curly hair surrounding his cock – being very careful not to touch it. She sucked his nipples gently feeling them harden in her mouth as her nipple had hardened in his. She drew back and blew a steady stream of cool air on to his wet nipples watching them pucker and harden even more. A short, low moan escaped his lips.

She continued downward tracing her artwork over the skin of his chest and stomach. Her tongue leaving small wet trails that cooled in the air as she moved away. He could feel each and every spot her tongue had touched.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned softly as her ministrations continued. He wanted desperately to feel her ass, or to squeeze her breasts. He could feel her nipples brushing against him as she moved back and forth across his chest and stomach.

Again – she moved away. He breathed in deeply as he felt her presence pull back. Again the silence – the wait.

She stood at the foot of the bed gazing at him. His hard cock, erect and pointing straight in the air, told her she was being very effective indeed. She watched as he drew in a breath and held it. She grinned to herself as she realized he was trying to hear where she was. He had no idea what or where the next sensation would strike.

She leaned down and again took the big toe of his right foot into her mouth – sucking harder this time and moving it in and out of her mouth faster than before. He gasped at the suddenness. He hadn't expected she'd return to that maddening little trick. That wasn't exactly where he wanted her mouth to be. She moved to the other toe, and as she did, she slid her hands up his calves to his knees, pushing his legs apart.

Again a soft moan issued from his lips. Beginning at the ankles and working back and forth between his legs, she painted more tiny wet circles with her tongue. She was getting wetter by the minute. She hadn't counted on how much of a tease this would be for her, too.

When she reached his knees, she placed one hand under each and raised them slightly. Her tongue bathed the sensitive skin at the back of his knees and then barely glided over the surface of the skin. He started to squirm a bit, but she felt him exert some control over his reactions.

This time, her hands slid up his thighs to push his legs wider apart. He felt her inching up between his legs, her large breasts brushing him as she moved up. Her tongue continued tracing the maddening circles – traveling up his inner thighs, coming ever closer to his yearning cock. 

As she approached the tops of his thighs, she raised her head a bit to see his face. He was moaning almost continuously now, softly. She could tell he was concentrating very hard not to move – but she hadn't really tested his limits yet. She lowered her head again and focused her attention on the soft, very sensitive skin where the top of his thigh met his groin. He gasped at the sensation of her the light, but wet touch of her tongue. Slowly she bathed that area, nearly driving him wild with the teasing tickle it produced.

He felt her hair brush his cock as she moved to the other side and continued the exquisite torture. Finally she raised her head again and asked softly, "Do you like this? I hear your moans, but I want to hear you tell me – do you like it?" "God, yes!" he cried, "please don't stop!" She smiled, and paused. Then waited. All he could feel was her presence between his legs, but she was not using hands, fingers or tongue to touch him in any way. She was admiring her handiwork in the rock hard penis standing straight before her.

Lowering her head once again, she breathed warm, moist air onto his balls – surrounding them. He could sense her open mouth so close to him. His already rapid breathing intensified as she began to bathe one of his balls with her tongue – he moaned and gasped again as she gently sucked it completely into her mouth. She began a slow sucking action on it, letting her tongue play around the surface. Eventually, she let it pop out of her mouth. A soft laugh escaped her lips – she knew how exquisite this torture was. Moving to his other ball, she half surrounded it with her lips – brushing the part that was in her mouth with her tongue. Again, gently sucking, she took it completely into her mouth and began massaging it as she had the other. 

One hand traveled slowly up his thigh and moved to grip the base of his cock. She took it lightly, then began a steady, squeezing pressure. She felt it twitch in her hand. His moans were louder now, with gasps in between each harsh intake of breath. Releasing his ball she ran the tip of her stiffened tongue around the base of his cock. Then using her tongue's entire surface she began to slowly bathe him – from base to tip. Again and again she traveled up his cock, stopping when she reached the head. It became shiny and slippery with her work. Leaning her head over his cock she stared hungrily at the engorged head – longing for him as much as he longed for her. She opened her mouth and surrounded the head of his cock – but she didn't close her lips. He felt the heat surround him and knew how close, how very close she was to sucking him. As her lips closed around him, he couldn't stand it anymore. He gave a cry and then a strong, involuntary thrust with his hips, attempting to bury his cock in her mouth.

Immediately he felt her mouth leave him – and he felt her climbing off the bed. She sighed frustratedly, "Things were going so well – why did you have to do that? Now I have to stop." 

"No!," he cried, "No, please, don't stop – please, I need you."

"Now you've broken both rules. I thought you said you could handle this." He could tell her voice was coming from the foot of the bed. Then – like before, he felt nothing – heard nothing – except the frantic beating of his own heart. The pause was so long, he was sure she had left. He began moaning again – afraid to move in case she was still there and made him wait even longer. Finally, he felt her breath against his ear, and her lips moving as she whispered, "You don't like it when I stop, do you? I can tell you don't. Now – answer me, please – can you be a good boy and not talk – and not move? I'll start again if you can follow the rules this time."

"Yes! Yes, I'll follow the rules, just don't leave me here!"

"All right then. Tell me what you want."

"Oh God, suck me! Suck my cock, please, please – I need you so badly. Suck me now!"

She smiled in satisfaction. She'd made him beg for it – as he'd made her beg so many times before. It was a heady feeling of power and excitement which caused a fresh gush of wetness between her legs.

"Hmmm, now where was I? I'm afraid I lost my place. That tiresome interruption broke my concentration."

He whimpered softly at this, wondering when she would touch him again.

"Oh well, guess I'll just have to start over at the thighs – I really loved doing that, you know."

Once again she climbed on the bed and positioned herself between his still widely parted thighs. This time, instead of tiny circles she sucked at the skin and nibbled her way up one thigh, then up the other. She worked with painstaking slowness, tasting him as she went. Again, his breathing quickened as he anticipated her progress.

This time, she stopped at his balls to give her mouth massage. She doubted he could take the teasing of his skin right at the groin area. She certainly didn't want this to end too soon. With each gasp and moan that he gave, she felt herself losing her own grip on her control. She wanted to touch herself so badly – but she also wanted to concentrate on him. Maybe she could do both. She let the testicle she was currently sucking slide out of her mouth, and raised up to shift position. She heard his breathing stop – he was holding his breath. This was a departure from before.

"You have no idea how sexy you are, darling," she whispered – and right now, I need to feel you between my legs." With that, she straddled one leg, and lowered her dripping wet pussy onto his knee. Slowly she began to grind against him, making sure her aching clit received the attention it was longing for. His leg twitched beneath her and she sensed that he was struggling not to lift his knee to meet her pussy. "God this feels good!" she moaned. Her immediate ache relieved, but not allowing herself to cum, she lifted off his leg, and repositioned herself between his legs.

Once again, her hand gripped the base of his cock – and she began her slow, agonizing tongue bath. Her mouth was hot, and she let as much saliva as she could drip down his cock as she licked his shaft. As before, she did not actually touch the head of his cock. The hand at the base of his cock moved up so she could grip him fully. It jumped in her grasp. She stiffened her tongue and began to quickly flick the top of his cock – right at the opening – tasting him – making him cry out with surprise and tortured pleasure.

She opened her mouth and lowered it again over the head of his cock. Again he felt only her warm breath surround him. She sensed the Herculean effort he made not to repeat the same mistake as last time. Every muscle in his body tensed in an attempt to remain still. She closed her lips around him and began sucking gently. 

Involuntary sounds escaped his throat as she sucked and sucked the head of his cock – and her hand kept time by squeezing his shaft. The sounds he was making, and his obvious state extreme arousal nearly sent her over the edge. Suddenly – and with no indication of what she was about to do, she let her mouth slide quickly down his shaft, taking his entire length into her mouth. He slid down her throat and she began to massage him deeply. Her moans now matched his as she reveled in how full her mouth was of this gorgeous, hot, hard cock.

Her mouth and hand moved in rhythm, picking up speed as she began to pump him passionately. By now she was in a similar state as he, and when he began to thrust his hips to meet her – fucking her mouth -- she forgot all about her rules.

She felt herself starting to cum and moaned loudly, deep in her throat. Her body began to shake in orgasm. As he sensed this – he could take it no longer. His cock hardened suddenly and he screamed as his cum shot deeply down her throat. He could feel her swallowing as jet after jet of boiling hot semen exploded from him. She was shaking uncontrollably now as her own explosive orgasm wracked her body.

She sucked him completely – taking all he had to give, until his body slackened, spent with the energy he had expended.

She crawled up his side and lay down closely next to him. She reached up and removed the blindfold. Smiling into his eyes she said, "Now you know how it feels.... paybacks are heaven."

She Teases, He Goes Too Far



Molly knew her mom's boyfriend, Carl, wasn't getting much action. Molly's mom was kind of a mess -- when Carl moved in with them, Molly wondered if it was just to take care of her mom. She once saw him beating off in the bathroom, and she smiled, wondering if she was turning him on. She wore tight shirts and short skirts around him; she bent over to show off her ass when she knew he was behind her; she flirted and teased him just for fun. At first she thought he was rude, because he didn't hide the fact that he stared at her tits, but she came to enjoy the attention. She didn't think it would go anywhere. Molly was a small and fit 18 year old, with big, luscious lips and huge doe eyes. Even though she looked young, she was never innocent. Though still a virgin, she was known for having given every guy in her school a blowjob. 

Carl was a 30-somethng lawyer, but he was tough -- Molly thought he could have been a boxer. He knew fucking his girlfriend's daughter was inappropriate, but he still thought about it, he longed for an opportunity. He was attracted to her, but he needed her to make the first move. He knew the tease would come to him -- but he didn't want to be to blame if someone found out. He needed to be able to say she seduced him.

Molly stumbled home drunk at 3 a.m. one night to find Carl still up on the couch. A double offense -- she wasn't old enough to drink, and he knew her curfew was 1. Uh oh, she thought, I'm in deep shit! 

"What exactly were you up to, young lady?" Carl asked. Her shirt had fallen to almost expose a breast, and he eyeballed her disheveled appearance lustfully, though Molly was too drunk to notice. 

"Please," she begged, "I'm sorry! Mom will flip shit if she finds out... I'll do ANYTHING... Please, I was just grounded, I can't make her more pissed... I'd totally do anything..."

He hid a smile, then tried to look befuddled. "I don't know what you could do, Molly," he sighed, "I wish you could help me, I've been so lonely lately. Your mother doesn't pay me attention like she used to..."

It dawned on Molly. She knelt before him, smiled sweetly and said, "Let me taste your cock. I know you haven't been getting any from my mom, but I can make you cum. Please, it's the least I can do!"

Carl eyed her greedily, but decided he'd tease her a bit. "You're drunk, Molly. You don't know what you're saying. You're just trying to avoid trouble."

"No, I really want you," she said, and she really wasn't lying. She had been fantasizing about this, but could only do it drunk. She started to pull out his rock hard dick. He pretended to protest, taking advantage of the clearly drunk girl. 

She smiled at his thick cock, better than the boys at school, and wrapped her lips slowly around it. Carl moaned as she slowly slid her tongue up and down the shaft, twirling around the head of his cock. One by one she sucked on his balls, slowly working her way back up, but he grew impatient and shoved his cock deep into his mouth, though she didn't gag. 

"You've had practice, haven't you?" he said, and she gurgled an answer. Pumping furiously on his cock, he felt himself about to burst into her throat, so he pulled her head up and shot his creamy load all over her cute face. 

* * * * *

When she foggily remembered her wild night the next morning, Molly was embarrassed but excited. She realized Carl had taken advantage of her drunken state, but she liked it, and hoped he would do it again. She tried to flirt with him, but he ignored her. She felt hurt. She wanted this older man's approval, but she didn't know how to get it.

If he wasn't going to make a move, she decided, she would have to come on to him.

One day when her mother was out of the house, Molly cornered Carl in the kitchen. She was wearing a nearly transparent white tank top without a bra, revealing her perky tits, and a super short denim skirt. She leaned against the counter and opened her legs, revealing a tiny pink thong, teasing him.

"What are you doing, Molly?" Carl asked, though he had secretly been waiting for this moment for days. His cock swelled in his pants, but he played it cool. She would beg for him and then he could do whatever he wanted. 

"I've been thinking about that night I came home drunk, Carl," she smiled mischievously. "How you had me suck your cock. That was pretty dirty of you, wasn't it? You act like you don't care, but I know you want me."

"Is that right?" he said.

"Yeah, I've seen you beating off at night. You think of me, don't you?" She batted her eyes.

"Do you like to suck cocks?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I do," she said, smiling as if she'd won. She stepped toward him, pushing against his bulge. She liked to tease him.

But he was done being teased. Quickly he grabbed her arm, spun her around and bent her over the counter. She tried to protest, but he held her there and started stroking her pussy through her underwear. She relaxed as he felt the fabric get wetter and wetter. He stroked faster, then entered her pussy with his finger and she moaned aloud. "You're a cock tease, aren't you, Molly? You like to be fucked?"

"No!" she gasped, understanding his intention, growing nervous. "I don't do that, just blowjobs."

He finger fucked her pussy faster, pulling out his fat cock with the other hand and stroking it. "Don't worry, Molly. I think this is something we both want." He slipped her thong down. She tried to straighten up, but he bent her over again hard. She wimpered; what had she gotten herself into?

Her pussy was dripping despite her fear, and he could barely contain himself. He pushed his cock head gently against her tight, wet hole, while she muttered, No, please, I'm not ready... She wanted him, but not like this! She hadn't even considered losing her virginity. 

Her pussy was throbbing with anticipation. Molly squeezed her eyes shut in preparation for his thick cock entering her virgin hole. Carl grabbed her hips roughly and slammed into her, breaking her hymen and forcing a scream out of Molly.

He pumped fast in her tight vagina. He had never felt anything so good -- her teen pussy gripped his cock tight and almost made him cum too soon, so he slowed down.

"Cocktease, is this what you wanted? You feel so good... You're so wet, I know you like it." She did like it, but she didn't respond out of embarrassment. He pumped faster suddenly and she moaned despite herself.

Carl began rubbing her tight asshole, then inserted one finger. She wriggled uncomfortably. Still fucking her, he slowly began to pump her ass with one, then two fingers. He nearly came in her pussy again, so he pulled out.

Molly thought he was done and started to stand again, but once more he forced her over the counter. He thrust his cock into her asshole suddenly and she screamed in pain. His cock, still wet with her pussy juices, glided in and out of her tight hole. She begged him to stop, but he assured her: "This will feel good soon enough," and started stroking her pussy while he humped her firm teen ass. 

Molly heard herself moaning, and started to cum. "You do like it, you whore, you love fucking, don't you?" Molly nodded.

Carl couldn't take it any longer. He exploded inside of her asshole, then pulled out, rubbing her lovely ass. Molly lay bent over the counter, panting, confused.



She Teases the Handyman



"We've painted it three times, put a few layers of a good primer on it, and it still shows through," she explained as we stood in her living room. 

I'm a contractor, specializing in remodeling older homes. This normally wasn't what I do, but it seemed like an easy job. Her kid had written on a section of the dining room wall using a black permanent marker. The wall was painted white, and the marker kept showing through the paint. It was a simple job of replacing half a wall of drywall and then painting the entire wall to match.

"Well, she is quite an artist," I pointed out. "Your daughter did a wonderful job."

She laughed and replied, "Yes, we laughed about it later that night, but when I first saw it I was not very happy."

I wrote her out an estimate and told her to let me know. It would take half a day to replace the drywall, and two more half-days to prime and do the painting. It was a small job, and I could do it myself, while my crew worked on a larger job.

I got the call from her later that day. The job was mine and they were ready anytime I could do it. 

A few days later, I was knocking on her door at 9:30 a.m. When there was no response, I knocked again and rang the bell. I was headed back to my truck when the door opened.

"Sorry!" I could only see her head as she called out from the open door. "Come on in! I'm upstairs with the girls. I'll be right back down."

"Sure, no problem," I replied, but she had already disappeared back into the house. I grabbed my tools and headed on in. 

As I set things up, I could hear her messing around with her daughters upstairs. Lots of delighted screams, giggles, and splashing. She was obviously bathing her kids. I smiled to myself and began my work on her wall. I had just made my first cut into the drywall when I heard her behind me.

"Sorry about that," she explained. "I couldn't leave the girls in the tub alone."

I was on my knees and I turned slightly to reply and the words caught in my throat. 

She was standing there with a handful of wet towels. What took my words away was that she was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. The shirt was absolutely soaked. It was so transparent that it was clearly visible that she was not wearing a bra. I was staring at her right breast which was practically naked to my view. 

"Uhh," I muttered. "No, umm, problem."

"Well, I'll let you get to work. As she turned to go, she dropped a towel on the floor and as she bent to pick it up, it offered me a nice view of her cleavage as well. When she stood back up, she absent-mindedly straightened her clothing. As she pulled her shirt tight, I got the perfect view of her wet breasts. 

I think she finally noticed how wet and transparent her shirt was as she pulled it tight. She looked up at me and our eyes met for a second. I could almost see the twinkle in her eyes and a slight smile came across her lips as she turned to find her girls. I got a good view of her nice ass in a pair of Nike shorts as she moved away. 

I continued my work, but I was constantly distracted by the sounds coming from the back of the house. I determined they must be in the Master bedroom because I could hear the occasional shout, giggle, and the blow drier coming off and on. I just kept imagining those spectacular breasts. 

Around 10:30 a.m. as I was on my knees in the dining room, I heard a rumbling vehicle approach. A day-school bus had pulled up in front of the house. I didn't even have time to turn to see before those kids had bolted out of the front door and ran to the bus. Their Mom stood in the open doorway as they loaded onto the bus. She was wearing a long pink t-shirt but it still just barely covered her. 

I heard her behind me closing the door and then turning the lock.

"They wear me out every morning," she said as she joined me. "Sometimes we don't make the bus in time." 

"Yeah, I'm glad mine are old enough to drive themselves to school. You know what they say, don't blink." I told her. I placed the drywall in place and put a few screws in. 

"Yeah, "she replied softly. "So what more do you have to do?"

"I just need to get these in place, then tape and float them," I replied.

"Okay. I'm going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?" she asked.

"That would be nice," I said as I turned to thank her. 

Well, it was meant to thank her, but my throat clogged up when I was talking because at that point she had turned around to leave the room. The pink t-shirt she was wearing rose up with the action of her hips and I was given a shot of her lower ass cheeks! Amazing! In just that brief second I took it all in. Flawless, soft and smooth. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a thong or nothing at all, but damn, it was a sight to see!

I wanted to follow her into the kitchen and watch as she made the coffee, but I kept to my business and finished hanging drywall. All the while I was imagining her bending over and looking through cabinets, stretching up on her tiptoes to reach a mug. You get the picture.

Finally, the drywall was in place. All I needed to do now was start spackling, papering, and smoothing out the joints. I was putting all of this together when she returned. 

"Here ya go!" She said as she sat the coffee on the dining room table. The shirt didn't gap open any as she leaned over, but I swear I could see a bit of jiggle as her breasts moved. I felt myself getting hard.

She sat down in a dining chair we'd moved out of the way. She pulled one leg up and put a foot in the chair. Her foot and leg blocked her crotch, but I could see her bare lower thigh completely! 

"So, "I stammered, "um, what do you do during the day with the kids gone?"

She smiled. "This is my free time! I can do anything I want. This is my time to be me and not Mommy or the Wife."

"Does that include teasing the repairman," I asked her with raised eyebrows.

"Whaaaat?" She drawled out with a smile. "Little ole me? Would I do that? Excuse me sir, but I am a lady!"

"A very sexy lady that I can tell loves to tease the repairmen," I taunted back. 

"I have been falsely accused," she responded. "We don't know yet if I'm going to tease you or not. Besides, this is my time now and you're not usually here."

"Oh?" I shot back. "So if I wasn't here..." I left that thought open.

"If you weren't here right now," she began. "Let's see... I know! Let me just go about my normal routine and we'll see if I'm a tease or not."

"Okay," I replied. "I'll just try and keep working."

We both laughed at that. 

She met my eyes and smiled. I could see a ton of mischievousness in those eyes. She reached over and put her coffee cup on the table and stood up.

"Normally, I lose what I'm wearing as soon as the girls are on the bus." She said with a smirk. "One day my parents were visiting and I completely forgot they were upstairs. As soon as I closed the front door, I did this out of habit."

She quickly reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head. Totally naked, she tossed it onto the table. 

She was amazing. Totally nude. Luscious skin, a bit pale from winter. Shaved pussy. Breasts just large enough to want to bury my face in. Light pink nipples just aching for my lips.

"So what happened?" I asked as I unconsciously rubbed the growing lump in my jeans.

"I did what I always do." She responded. "I want straight for my vibrator and laptop." 

Now, please picture the scene in your head. The woman is totally nude and standing in front of me just carrying on a conversation. Her nipples are growing stiff and her breasts are rising and falling as her breathing increases.

"So there I was," she said softly and slowly, baiting me to listen, "naked on the sofa. I had one leg up on the pillows, the other spread wide and toes touching the floor. I was watching some nasty Daddy/daughter videos and pinching my nipples. Just as the scene changed where the girl walks in on Daddy in the shower, and just as I'm about to hit my clit for a quick one, I heard my Dad talking upstairs!"

"Oh, wow! Your Dad caught you?" I asked with a bit of longing to the question. I was hoping.

She put the tip of her finger to her lower lip and grinned, "Oh, you'd have liked for that to happen?"

"Well..." I replied. 

She glanced down at my crotch. "You're hard now, aren't you? Is this getting to you?"

"Hell, yeah!" I growled. "You're fucking gorgeous, naked, and telling me a naughty story."

"Well, Daddy didn't catch me." She said. "I froze for a moment, but when I heard his footsteps going the other direction...I finished the job. I came so fucking hard that I'm surprised they didn't hear me moaning!"

"Damn, woman." I told her. "You're killing me."

"No, I'm not." She giggled. "I'm teasing you. Now get back to work. I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you."

Shit. I adjusted my cock through my pants, giving it a hard squeeze to relieve a bit of the pressure. She ended up being gone for about twenty minutes, enough for me to do most of the work on the wall. When I finally stepped back to look everything over, I heard her behind me.

"That looks good!" she said. "What happens next?"

I turned to reply and had to stop my sentence before it came out again. She was wearing a pink babydoll type nightie that was almost completely see-through.

"You like?" She asked while doing a little curtsy. "Sometimes it's sexier not to be naked."

"I like it." I told her. I swallowed hard and had to once again adjust my hardening cock. I nodded toward the wall. "It needs to set for a day or two. Three would be better. Then I'll come back and prime it. Then it just needs a coat or two of paint."

"Great!" she said with a big grin. "So you'll come back at least two more times?"

"Hell, yeah!" I told her. "I might have to stretch this job out for a few weeks!"

She reached over and patted me on the arm, the movement making her breasts jiggle. 

"Oh, don't be silly! But maybe I'll find some other work for you." She said. "Now, go ahead and pack up and then come into the den. I'm going to let you watch me masturbate."

Dumbfounded. Speechless. A total loss for words. 

She grinned at me. "C'mon now, get busy. If there's time, I might even let you come on my tits."

Trust me, you have never seen a man move as fast as I did as I cleaned up the room and loaded my truck. 

When I came back inside, she spoke up from the other room asking me to lock the door. I walked around the corner into the den. She was sitting in a recliner with her legs spread wide. Her knees were on each arm of the chair. She was sitting on a towel.

Seeing my questioning look, she responded, "Sometimes I get a bit wet."

I nodded in understanding. She motioned me to come closer. I was about four feet away from her.

She met my eyes and said huskily, "Watch me. Watch me cum."

I watched her for about three minutes as her hands roamed all over her body. I so wanted to just jump on her and feel my own hands as they moved across her silky softness. Finally, she pushed a finger deep inside of her pussy and moved it around. As she slowly pulled it out, it was glistening with her juices. She motioned me over and asked, "Taste?"

I rushed to her. She leaned upward and ran her fingertips across my lips. As I tried to suck in her finger, she pulled it away. She smiled at me and went back to her pussy. I could smell her arousal and I could feel the heat coming from her body. She used her left hand to pinch and roll her right nipple while her right hand began to move across her pussy. 

Suddenly, she began to rapidly move her index finger across her clit. In hardly no time at all, she closed her eyes and grunted, "Coming now!"

I stood there in amazement as her body shivered and spasmed. 

As she calmed down, I said, "Wow, that was..."

"Let me see your cock!" she yelled at me. Loud enough for me to look around concerned as I rushed to comply.

As I rapidly undid my belt, buttons, and zipper, she urged me on. "Hurry up! Let me see it! I always come quick. That was a small one. Now let me see what you're packing so I can have a big one!"

I reached in and pulled my thick cock out. I was already oozing precum. I wrapped my hand around the head and stroked it down the shaft, making sure all of it was there for her to see.

"That's a nice one!" she moaned and began stroking her clit again with her left hand. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yeah, I am!" I grunted as I stood next to her stroking away at my cock.

"Are you going to shoot that hot cum all over my tits?" She growled.

"Oh hell, yeah!" I growled back, my hand going faster and faster. I could feel my balls tightening.

"Yes! Yes! Do it!" she urged me. She brought her right hand up for a second and touched the tip of my cock, smearing my juice across the head and making me tremble. When she brought her finger to her lips and tasted me, I nearly lost it.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned her. 

"Yes! Do it! On my tits!" She pulled her nightie up to her neck and used her hands to squeeze her breast together and holding them up for me.

I shot my first jet of cum onto her tits and she moaned. When the next spurt hit the top of her cleavage and her neck, she practically screamed. 

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh!" she grunted really low. As I continued to dribble my cum onto her tits and belly, she reached down and fingered her clit rapidly. 

"You came on me!" she accused me with a smile. "Look at all of this cum all over me!"

I was done. Exhausted. But she kept it going.

"You are a nasty man, squirting your stuff all over me like that!" she giggled. Then she got serious. Her hand began a steady, rapid thrumming of her stiff clit.

"Oh! Yes, yes. That's it. That's it. That's it!" she screamed out, hunched her body forward and then came with such fierceness I surprised she didn't hurt herself. 

"Unnnnhhhh! Ohhhh! Unh! Unh!" she grunted. Her breath came in big whooshes of air as he rode the tremors. 

I stood there with my softening cock hanging out of my jeans, watching as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She finally calmed down enough and looked over at me.

"That was nice." She said with a soft smile.

"Nice?" I replied. "That was out of this world!"

She slid up into a sitting position in the chair and then slid to her knees on the floor in front of me. She took my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head a few times. Then she backed away and gently tucked me into my underwear.

"I'll let you do the zipper," she laughed. She stood up and walked softly down the hall. 

When she came back a few minutes later, she was wearing a thick and long white robe.

"So I'll see you on Wednesday?" She asked. "Around 10:30 after the girls leave?"

"Sounds good," I replied and headed for the door. I stopped with my hand on the handle and looked back at her. "Uhh, ...I, well..."

"Have a secret that you will tell no one," she completed the sentence I was stammering with.

"Yes! Exactly!" I said with a smile.

She blew me a kiss and shut the door behind me.



She Teases You With Unhappy Ending



It was Friday morning and hubby knew this was the most special day of the week. He would be woken up by his wife and she would taunt him with inventing once again a very strange game for the day. This morning was no different and he was expecting this time to be very special. 

His wife told him several times this week that for his birthday she would invent something ridiculous and that got hubby thinking. Hubby always did exactly what his wife , aka his mistress, asked him because otherwise she would use her domination over him; usually that meant no orgasms for the week and lots of humiliation. Every Friday was the same , inventing a game that would make hubby go the extra mile every single time. It started with the wife asking the hubby to clean the garden in a speedo, afterwards it would be challenging him to wear panties beneath his jeans at work, one other time she would ask to blindfold him while tying him up to a chair while masturbating herself .

A lot of things happened however one thing was for sure ; the games were more outgoing and challenging each time. Today was Friday and that meant another start of the game. Just before leaving for work in the morning the wife said to her hubby to reserve a table in a restaurant they never went to. It was a restaurant a bit further out of town and hubby knew his wife asked him to reserve it because nobody would know them over there. Just before leaving for work she said to her hubby that this time would be special, that this time she would actually perform one of his fantasies. Hubby had a lot of fantasies however never shared them with his mistress wife. The only time he did share his fantasies was when his mistress demanded him to give up the password of his computer. Normally he would have never given it however he had no choice because 2 months prior to that she had locked him in a chastity cage and she regularly put it on for a day or maximum 2. The moment she asked the password , hubby noticed that she wasn't wearing the key around her neck and she told him that she has hidden the key somewhere in the garden where he would never find it. She then asked again for the password and ordered him to go out of the house for several hours. Just enough time for her to fully examine the computer and all the strange fetishes he had. Hubby gave the password only after his bitchy wife threatened him not to unlock him for 3 months if he wouldn't give the password within a minute. Due to time pressure and not being able to think straight hubby gave the password as he thought it might have been the best decision.

Little did he know that giving her access to his dirtiest secrets might give her infinite power over him.

Hubby came back from work and saw that his bitchy wife was already ready. She told him to drive to the restaurant and to wear his chastity cage. He didn't wear his chastity cage for 3 weeks however it was always hot when she asked him to wear it. The reason for it was because he never knows when she will unlock him. Now here he was, with a chastity cage around his dick and her saying to him that she will keep the key hidden again like last time, because she knew that he hated it and made him hot at the same time. Before leaving she hid the key and made sure hubby didn't know where it was placed. Then the wife gave a quick kiss and told hubby that he would have the time of his life tonight .... However this only depended upon his urge to cum. After that she giggled and they sat in the car direction the restaurant.

When they arrived at the restaurant hubby noticed that there weren't that many people inside and that the restaurant was part of a hotel. He read the name of the hotel as it said "Lesdom". Only a few weeks later he understood that it stood for Lesbian Domination and when he thought about what happened that night he understood the power the name.

When entering the restaurant hubby asked for the table of two. They were given direction to a dark corner in the restaurant as he was made to book that table from his wife. At that point hubby still didn't know what was happening and what his wife had planned however he knew that this would be a very interesting evening.

They ordered their food and some glasses of wine until the wife told the hubby that she noticed a hot single woman 2 tables left to them. The hubby noticed this woman already 30 minutes ago and was trying to look at here whenever his wife was looking another direction. Now he actually had the permission to look firmly at this woman and he noticed that she was wearing garter belts and a leather skirt with a shirt wear you can easily see the bra through it. He was very horny however something was restraining his erection ... oh yes it was his chastity belt. 

His wife then asked him if he thought she was hot and if he wanted to have fun with her. The hubby not really knowing what to say said he would agree to whatever the wife would ask. That way he was sure he didn't give a wrong answer and would still be able to have a fun ending tonight. 

After his response his wife waited long time and then said this would be the best worst night I will ever have if I would agree with what she was about to say. The hubby was so intrigued by the answer that he already made up his mind and thought to himself that he would say yes to whatever she had in mind. 

Then came the question : Hubby .... I want you to say if you are okay with the fact that I will let her fuck you with you however at a price, and you will not know what that price will be until she fucked you. What are you saying to that? Hubby answered instantly YES out loud , that loud that even the single woman noticed it.

The wife was happy with the hubby's answer and asked the single woman what her name was. Rachel answered that she had different names however that this time she was okay with the name Rachel. The discussion went further and further and suddenly hubby and the wife realized it was already 1 o clock. Hubby didn't know what was happening however suddenly his wife asked Rachel to have some fun tonight. She asked Rachel if she would be okay to come to the hotelroom above that Hubby was going to book in a minute , and wondered if Rachel wants to have fun with them.

Rachel didn't really was interested because the hubby seemed a bit too horny and she just didn't want to have a penis inside her for the moment . She didn't say this ofcourse however she was thinking it. She was going to say NO, however before she could the wife told her that they would pay her dinner and that she mustn't worry for the hubby to make a move on her.

Details were explained and finally Rachel agreed to go upstairs. The details were explained when hubby was paying for the hotel room , as a result he had no idea what has been agreed or discussed. The only thing that he did notice was they were both smiling at him at his return.

They all went upstairs and when upstairs his wife told the hubby to undress himself and to show what he was wearing to Rachel. First he hesitated and said "what??? are you crazy?" however suddenly he saw that Rachel was laughing at him and looking at his crotch. He knew that she already knew and only wondered what exactly has been said in his absence earlier.

After some time he decided to move his pants and boxers and agreed to sit down in a chair while looking at them. His wife convinced him to undress himself because that was what Rachel and herself would do as well. Horny as he was , he was hoping that she spoke the truth and showed his chastity cage very quickly to Rachel.

Rachel laughed and focused on the cage which made the hubby uncomfortable because he was the only one with no clothes. After that he even felt more uncomfortable because his wife told him that she needed to lock her hubby up to the chair so that he wouldn't be able to move. Having said that she told him that he could ask to unlock him whenever he begged for it, so he agreed easily.

Once he was locked he saw his wife undressing Rachel and vica versa. He saw that they were taking time and looking at him all the time. It was obvious that both had fun watching him being more and more horny. After a while they went on the bed and hubby was looking at them closely. It was only after a while that he noticed that he was rockhard and that his chastity cage was the most unbearable object he ever wore.

After a while of playing his wife asked him if he would like them to remove their panties and bras, however he would be having to wear that chastity cage for 10 more days. He didn't want to but when she told him that he would be able to get fucked tonight he finally decided he would agree. So that is what they did and when they were ready they looked at him with an evil grin. 

After that his wife asked if he would want to see them play with themselves for 10 extra days. He hesitated a long time however finally said yes (thinking it was all a game)

His wife asked more questions like, do you want me to finger her, do you want her to lick your chastity cage , do you want ..... all types of questions in return for extra days in chastity cage. In the end his wife told him that he was already at 90 days and that she wasn't going to increase that amount.

Hubby then asked his wife if he would be able to fuck and if the 90 days were just a game. Before the wife could answer Rachel had a very fun idea. She said something in her ear and his wife was clearly smiling at the end. She finally answered that the 90 days would indeed be a game except if he would want to be fucked by Rachel.

Wooooow, hubby said . You are giving me permission to fuck Rachel in return of 90 days being locked up? Yes that is exactly whay she is saying said Rachel , however I will be having the key and not your wife. A moment passed by that he was thinking about what it could mean however Rachel and his wife knew to well that he was way to horny to think straight. Finally he said FUCK YES. Let us fuck and lock me up after it.

Before doing so Rachel asked the key to his wife and when she held it in her hand she want to the hubby who was tied up to the chair. Rachel was playing with the key in front of the hubby and casually stroked the chastity cage. His cock was flinching several times and just when she saw he couldn't take it anymore she asked..... are you 100% sure you want to give me this key for the next 90 days? Are you sure?

Hubby answered yes very quickly however Rachel again asked very sincerely ... are you fucking 100% sure because there is no backing out. Finally after considering it a bit longer he sincerely said YES, I do agree as long as I get fucked.

After Rachel stood up and went back to his wife with a naughty smile.

Suddenly she said : you made the worst mistake of your life , you silly cuck. You just got fucked!

His wife and Rachel were laughing however hubby didn't understand. He asked what she meant and when she answered that she would never have fucked him however that she was only playing with his mind. She called it Mindfucking . In other word .... You just got fucked and didn't get any 

The hubby then understood that he was fucked by her . Then it sank in that she wasn't going to fuck him for real and that he just handed over the key to her for 90 Days.

Just before she left with the key she asked the wife to tease his hubby every day so that when they would meet up again in 3 months time , the would be laughing at his blueballs.

Rachel left, His wife laughed and the key was gone.

And there he was ... tied up to the chair with a hardon in his chasity cage.

The end