1 comments/ 56231 views/ 1 favorites Now Spread Your Legs By: Dujour "Now spread your legs." Stylishly she whispered her command. Immediately he craved her hand. Anywhere. On his skin. Between his legs. "Oh god touch my balls!" He willed her to come back. She did not. She walked around him instead. Slow. Clip clopping. High heeled steps. She moved away from him. Behind him and to the side. He was a man. A strong man. A success. People did what he wanted. He had weapons. He had looks. Neo classical good looks. Firm young skin. A strong jaw and a low thin narrow nose. Unshaven. Not because he'd been late. He was never late. He was always five minutes early. His stubbled beard was the way he wanted it. Exactly the way he wanted it. A shock of perfect hair fell perfectly across one eyebrow. Prematurely flecked with grey his chest hair was a taught thin mesh around his small, but pebble hard nipples. Thin sinewy muscle barely hidden by a deeply tanned and youthful skin stretched as he reached up. His hands cuffed. Soft velvet cuffs pegged to an overhead beam. A muscular hollow formed in the strength of each ass cheek. His feet weren't clasped by anything other than her word bonds. Exposed. Yielding his legs to her voice. He spread them. His perfect body exposed to her stare. None of his wealth could help him here. The two people in this mansion, were in the basement. The house well off in a deep green wood on the hillside. No one lived within a mile of here. They could have been upstairs, or in the finished attic or on the second floor in his bedroom, but they were not. He was surrounded by his own grounds. He stood before a glass sliding door of pure light which allowed the afternoon sun into the room and onto his exposed flesh. Onto his cock which stood straight up. Tight. He owned the house. All the furniture now at her disposal. Nothing too exotic for he had never been into this before, or so he thought. He was a private man. Now he was exposed. As far as the eye could see he controlled everything. Except her. He was a man in control. A boss. People under him. Would she be under him? Would she reach under him, and touch his skin? He ached for her hand. He imagined her feeling his thighs. Would she play with the hairs on his legs? His balls? Unwittingly those balls rolled and tightened. His cock twitched. Right now he craved her touch, right now, right here he was no longer in control. He could feel her reaching around from behind him. He could feel her breasts on his back. She was naked now. He could feel the skin of her wrist and forearm as it slide against the muscles of his side like an airsoft snake gently around his ribs, and down to grab his cock. Her right hand had found him. Hard. He could feel her left leg curl around his hip as she wrapped her body around his. Oh god the warm pull of her soft hand would bring him relief. She pressed her hand around his cock and began jerking him off in a powerful attack on his cock and he loved it. The pounding. The cocking of her fist. At the firm squeezing of her hand he sighed. The hard hard slamming of his foreskin down. She pulled up. Tight. His skin over his cockhead. Over the head and down went her hand and tight went the head of his cock out of her hand. She fucked her hand with his cock. Then she pulled up and outward. Held. And then down again over his cockhead hard. Her hand went down. And then up. Squeezing. Faster now! Fast. Hard. Up and down she was jerking him off. Up and back DOWN went her hand and then up and back DOWN. Up and down hard. He inhaled. Spread his legs. Up went her hand and his ever bigger cock was harder and more firm in her hand and DOWN. Up and DOWN. Up and DOWN. "Oh god go faster" and DOWN. Faster. UP DOWN. Now there was no in between. No stop. Just a blur. Jerking. Pounding his cock. Squeezing and squeezing. "OH GOD" and DOWN went her hand harder and harder and DOWN went her hand and up and DOWN. He was almost there and he ... Three feet behind him she asked "How do you feel?" He awakened from his daydream. A pearl of clear floated at his cockhead and she was the proximate cause, though not the physical cause. Groaning realization as it came clear that she was not and had not touched him. His imagination providing the movement to his sex story, which, seemed ... to have ... stalled. "I'm excited" He. "I see that" as she walked around to see his cock attempt a sundial on his belly. "Do you like being here like this? Exposed. Vulnerable." "I ..." She waived away his answer. "I see that you do." She had a closed fan in her hand. A stylish Japanese fan she tucked under her chin in her silk black gloved hand as she circumnavigated his world. Thin silk defined every curve of this thin silky woman. It was her confidence that got him. No one before had been able to hold his gaze. Her gaze however. In its silence. In it ease. Had conquered him. They made a deal. He sold his product as he had done a thousand times before to men and women. What the product was, was unimportant. What was significant was that he got less in the deal, in today's dollars adjusted, than he had ever gotten before. She took him. As she would take him now. Her professionalism never wavered. She offered no sex, nor hint of sex. She seduced him not at all in the ways of women. It was strictly business. No tit for tat deal. Her standards wouldn't allow it. She had to play on his playing field at his game. She had game. What did work was that same thing that now made him vulnerable in what he hoped would be their fun time. Her confidence. Her ability to be silent. He'd never met anyone, man or woman who could hold him with their eyes ... no flirt ... no wink. Just watching. Was she waiting for a vulnerability? He had no clue. She just looked at him and he looked away. The deal was done. Now she looked at him, and he was hard. "I think you like being exposed. I shall have to use that later. Or is it that you just appreciate a beautiful woman?" Clip clop her heals on his mahogany floors. We shall have to show you off ... Now Spread Your Legs Ch. 02 She uncuffed him. He reached for her. Tried to slide his hand around her waist. The other under her dress. She wore a short black dress made of cotton. Pearl earrings. Long black gloves of the same cotton. Her dress was a flat black that matched her shoes. She was impeccable. And inscrutable. Since they'd come directly from the restaurant, and her professional saleswoman attire had demanded pantyhose, she needed to get out of those. Before he could slide his hand up to her ass she softly commanded "Now stop. Take your hands away. Lay down here on the floor." Was this real? This time would he get off? Never taking his eyes off from her, he bent at all the collapsible places. The dark hard floor was cold. His erection never faded despite the shock. Cold, not blizzard cold, but shocking cold had sometimes the reverse effect. His cock would stand against a cold shower like a flagpole in the rain. He never understood the saying "get a cold shower". It only made him feel more naked. The way the soft dress filmed over her curves and the grrrrrr feel of her gloved hand didn't hurt. Leaning on one hand, his cock pointed in the same direction as his eyes. "I like how you've stayed hard. However this one's for me. Think about cars or sports or something, but if you cum, before I do, I'll walk out that door right now and never look back." This was real. He could feel himself breathe. She stood with her own legs spread. Atop the high soft black heels she was sex itself. Hands on hips. Curves beyond curves. Her bra-cupped breasts pressing into the velvety cotton. The tight bodice of the dress deploying her narrow waist in a tight corridor of perfection and allowing her hips to ride the soft fabric till it draped halfway down her thighs. She continued to speak as she began to disrobe. She held him with her eyes. She held him with her body. You have a lovely cock. I can imagine how it wants to shoot its soft and gooey projectile. I bet you'd like to cum all over my breasts and on this dress. Well you can't. However, not that its necessary, you may watch me strip myself, to give you a little more inspiration. She threw the fan on the sofa and stepped out of the 3 inch heels. Swiftly hooking her thumbs under the edge of her pantyhose while keeping her hands under her dress, she peeled the nylon off in seconds. She never really stripped. He knew he had lost all control, when, with his cock still hard he watched her step back into those heels. Holding his gaze she stepped over him and knelt down. Reaching under herself she took her hand away. She took his hard tool and pressed it against her wet sex. After the head had pressed her lips open she held him. Don't cum. You mustn't cum. Do you understand? Think of baseball. The damn Dodgers, whatever, I want you hard till I say so. He nodded. Slowly. Not so slowly. She slid down onto his shaft. He reached for her. "No. Take your hands away. This is for me." She loved the deep feeling of being penetrated that this position allowed her. Her dress fell around them. Covering them. She fucked him. Hard. She used him. What a cock. So hot. Mmmm. She loved the heat of it. She closed her eyes and bounced herself on his cock. Thrusting her hips down in a scene of controlled abandon. She was hot and she knew it. She just wanted release. So she fucked him. She fucked down on him hard and fast. She held her body still above the waist by positioning her hands at his sides, then she rhythmically long stroked him with her lower back muscles pulling her hips up and down. He closed his eyes. Don't do that! Don't enjoy it so much. She gave his face a little love tap and his eyes opened. The Damned Dodgers! She almost shouted. She doubled her pace. She grabbed a big hunk of his flank between her fingers and she pinched it together and twisted a little. Then she was just about the sex. She fucked him. She used him like a dog uses a stick. He was in her control. Hard. Erect for her, but not close to cumming any more. And she fucked him. And she closed her eyes. When she closed her eyes and let out a little chirp of a sound he knew she was close. Her hips moved faster and her arms stiffened. She let go to concentrate on her orgasms. And they came. Her movements less controlled now were more like a spasm. Now she stretched and tightened all her muscles. Her breathing stopped. Exhaled. Thrust down on his cock even more wildly if that were possible and spasmed again. "You did good." She whispered. "Now cum inside me." With that she stripped off her dress and placed his hands on her. She short stroked him up and down. Her perfect tight pointy breasts filled his hands. As his eyes met hers his tight sac released its hot streams of white up and inside her. "Oooh I felt you cum." She kissed him softly. Now get a good night's sleep. I'm going to show you off to my friends" she whispered. For the first time that night. She smiled.