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Seducing You

By: endthedream



Relax, then. But not too relaxed. This is a seduction. I am your dearest dream. I am  whatever, whoever, you want me to be.

Harvest home. We are together in a dorm room. The rest of university is home on Thanksgiving break. It is night. We are alone.

Not moving, with quiet snow falling down round the whole of the world. You whisper into my shoulder all your little sighs. The room is warm, toasty, with the building heat--ours and its. There are salvations in the midnight bloom that surrounds us. I kiss the nape of your neck, thinking of the warmth of you and our feelings are tender, our thoughts are supple. You are the world that is no longer carny, no longer Barnum and Bailey. For, as the song goes, I believe in you.

We touch. I touch you. The temple of my fingers lingering on your sweet face. You have a noble face. You have deep eyes that see long past tomorrow or next month even.

We have been eyeing each other since the beginning of our freshman year when we glanced and then never stop glancing at each other, from that first time when we were signing up for classes, until now. 

We took off each other's clothes and made love long before we did it actually. How I fell into your arms tonight. How you stayed with me. Caught me. You were the endless winter and the snowy moonlight. 

Caught there in your face that is my dearest dream. My harvest home. And now we lie side by side on my bed. Don't be frightened. I only mean you good things. I mean you roses in spring.

I mean you snowflakes in July. I want you to caress me now, as I caress you. This is not about me. This is totally and solely about you. I tickle your shoulders and I find them so easy to fit my hands over. So warm and so inviting. You are the mountains of love and you are perfect. I can't imagine anyone ever but you.

We are naked, cuddled together. I kiss your lips and they are soft as feathers. Warm as midnight when the covers huddle over us and speak of our boyhood romances, fantasies or real. You are in shadow and soft moonlight, and you come to me. You push your body against mine. 

We are a moment written into poetry. Our bodies are our scheme of lines. Your face next to mine. My tongue reaching out for yours. You laugh a bit, shyly. And I too laugh and pull you nearer me, if such a thing is possible. 

Your mind is in orbit and slowly we sail round the moon, as my hands touch round to the small of your back. Feeling the ridges of your spine as you arch to me like a covered bridge in russet leafed maple tingle New England arching with the fine steed that it has under it in apple windfall autumn.

Your tongue duels with mine.. Minuets with mine. I am you server. Your slave. Our legs feel so good tangled in each other. As though they are formations of a golden pool in a fairy tale land. With Hansel and Gretel thatched wood hut nearby. The witch dispensed with. The night garlanded with stars. Your hands work their wonders. You are seamless gift. You are my love whose body is only the dream world that no one save us will ever know. The enchantment is from you alone. 

And I am grateful to be in your presence. There are tears in your eyes. You have been so wounded before. I kiss your tears away. You will never be wounded again. The kisses on your eyes, on your cheeks, on the tip of your nose, on your lips yet again, are magic potions. They are silhouette powders that give you the right to turn to the side anyone who has ever hurt you before and anyone who might hurt you again, magic elixir that will turn them to the side and vanish them like an unimportant, doesn't count, shadow, and thus gone.

They do not walk the same earth you do. And never shall.

Our touches are tentative. Our love is new. This is not the first time we have lain together. But close to. I feel your warm chest next to mine. I feel your heart beating with mine. We are a song of our touches. We speak little during our love making. We remember and we replace old loves with our new one. 

Your hands I now kiss.

Your hands that have held pencils and your fingers that have pressed computer keys. Your hands that have brought food to your mouth. Your hands which have held to rails of stairs you have walked down.

Your hands that have placed themselves over your mouth whenever you soul seems to be trying to get out. And I touch you. I possess you. I want you in my heart. You are the yearning. A new foal in summer time, gamboling over the green grass. Entering the world of warm sun love and proud young legs that dance through the skies of your dreams. 

You are a colt who bolts over fences. Who is never to be tagged or caged or saddled or bridled. You are free and wild. I put my head down to your chest. I caress your pecs. I kiss your nipples which are now hard like juniper berries.

And you kiss the top of my head. And we hold as though the world is about tofall off of us. And thus ultimate freedom. We strain against each other. We are in friendly fire and friendlier fight. A flight of doves cross the moonlit snow, heading to warmer climes. But never to be warmer than our groins pushed against each other.

No, wrong word. Melted against each oother. You feel like I imagin warm gold to feel. Rich and moldable and full of luxury. We stood at bed's side only a moment ago, after waiting a long lifetime for each other. And I took your clothes and you took mine. We were reeds bending over one another, laving each other with our mouths and our tongues and our most greedy fingers. We held and felt and gained and explored and turned to each other. And finally truly new. 

No bars for us. As in cages. As in bars of sadness where the sad men go to find momentary hope with being touched by someone who might care, this time who might care, but it never lasts, is never meant. Not ever.

We are together. We held to each other as though we were a third person birthed from us two, as we lay each other on the bed, and we heard the strong good silence of the dorm all round us, we alone in our nirvana. 

And you kiss my chin now, and you laugh again, a wild cottony laugh, woodsong in it, and you blow bubbles in the most human parabola that has become we two. We too. Think of it. We, no longer first person singular. 

The ashes on our tongues, the desperation of our waiting until this night. As we luxuriate in each other. As we put our hands, palms out, against each other, for we are mirrors. I am the mirror of you. I see only your tender smile and your sweet eyes and I put my hand to your chin and I whisper, "I adore you." You are all sex now. You are all soul and spirit and body. I will let you percolate through me the rest of my days. I will never stop wondering at the song that is you, the song that you never knew you were before. 

My hands need you. And knead you. And never want to leave you. Won't you touch me in all my secret places? Won't you remember me as though we were shadows that got lonely enough to create us two?

You cry out as I bend myself to you. As I lay you back on the bed and lie on top of you. Your body arches again. Your head pulled back as I pinch very gently your nipples and then take them in my lips and warm them and send shocks of electricity through you. The delight of you. The fingers of my shadow that grasp down your chest to your abdomen. 

That feel it close to me. The warm pulsating of it. The warm rush of it. So hot to my hands. And you strain to me as I lie beside you again. My penis hard, harder than it has ever been before, because solely of you. The heart of you that catches deeply in
 my throat. 

And your hands press me to you and your body is runneled with perspiration, as is mine. I lean on my elbow and I stroke your flesh which is velvet feeling. Which is the moon when you get to know it. Lighting my way. How did I ever find the next minute without knowing you? How did I go through the wasteland Elliot wrote about and stay alive even mere seconds before there was you in my life? I put my mouth to your left side. To your outer thigh.

I purposely don't touch your aching erection for a long time. I want it to last. I want to remember--everything. I worship you. Our erections are temples to our god and my god is you.

I flick a finger at your pubic hair, and you stir. I giggle. "Do you like that?" I feel you nod. Then I pull away. Your legs open invitingly, voluntarily. I touch your right leg. I measure it down with my fingers. I feel the boyhood still in you. I imagine you riding your first bike. 

I imagine you at your first camping trip in the scouts. I revel in the images of you younger and then the images of you older. You play your fingers down my face, touching the tip of my eyebrows, feeling them with your fingers that go to the top of my eyelids, and then press them down slowly over my closing eyes, drifting me into your dream. Making me see you so clearly. From now on, I close my eyes to see you. Please make of me what you will. Make of me anything you like. I am your clay. You are the potter. Make me into magic. For you are magic and I only the gold ingots that are spewed out by it, stray fires in a deep winter night. Your hands pull me up to you and we feel our hardness against each other. 

You are becoming bolder by the minute. But with enough deference, enough quietness, enough unsureness, to make it sweeter still. To make the heart yearn deeper and trust a little bit more with each passing moment.

Your hands are so comforting. Your legs are so strong. Your penis under mine is exquisite. 

There are no words to make it so, what it is like. My words especially cannot describe it. But you write the poetry in me. Your hands on my spine now. Playing it like a harp. Rejoicing in yourself and in my rejoicing in you. I am between your legs now. My legs and groin are yours. 

My balls and cock belong to no one but you. If you will have them. And I place my head now that I writhe and write clumsily on you my own school boydreams with custard skies and ground of green grass for running lazily through, I place my head now on your pubic hair as I slide down you and kiss you all the long slow tantalizing journey down there that I take. Thank you for loving me. 

Thank you for making me something and someone I never knew before. Your man root is strong and boldness personified against the bottom of my chin. Your dick bobs and writhes against me. It begs surcease. It begs rejoinder. It begs my hands to hold it. Feel the throb. Feel the tension of it. The length of it. 

The quiet root is quiet no longer. It is the sky pulled low and feeling, I can, the clouds. It is the stars of night glittering in my hair. Stars that you put there. It is playful. And reminds me of that first time, as we sat naked on this bed, facing each other, and holding close, touching the tips of us to each other. Wavering and itchy and jumpy and giddy with it all.

The thing of it is...I love you. 

The thing of it is...I'm nothing without you. You are in my mind all the time. You never leave me.

In class, there is you. Studying at my desk, there is you. Walking cross the quad, there is you. Reading the Sunday Times in the library lounge, there is you. The blueness of the carpeting of the library. The mustiness of the old classrooms in the ancient almost falling down buildings. The boys and girls who walk hand and hand and in love and love cross campus, they are you. 

The longing in the pit of me is you. You have invaded me. You have stormed my fortress and found in your eye averted eagerness that I have awaited you, and that I, in seducing you, have instead been seduced by you. We struggle this night, as though we are giving birth to each other. This will be the first entire night we've spent alone together, without having to fear knock on the door, without having to get up out of bed every so often to be sure we've locked our door and the connecting door as well to the bathroom that leads to the room across.

We are jubilant and your body is a series of fetching giggles silent that no mouth can make as I take your dick and hold it to my lips. The perfect penis, against who mine is a shameless sham. You are a powerful engine, a train that leaps in the night mountains and leagues away. You are the drear world breaker. The unaccustomed harbinger of good things. 

Of sun at midnight. And warmth in snow. And Christmas in your eyes. For me alone to see. My hands at your balls that are tight with love. My hands between your legs, where it is warm, where there is the fever of hand hold inside you, as I take you in my mouth. 

And your body is a string of surprises that will never be all laid out bare before me. There is only supple home in you. 

There is the knowledge that you feel my tongue writhing against you. That you feel me gulp you. As my own meager hardness is against your leg, as you reach down to me. And we are truly one,now. To stay like this. To revel in you. To feel the feathers inside your abdomen on which my hand tingles like spring rain on a tin roof, cozy sounding, like coffee brewing, and warm inside and ten years old and safe in bed with mother and dad looking over us, keeping watch over us in our trundle beds, keeping us loved and protected.

This is not fantasy. This is reality. Reality out the window is fantasy and purblind. 

It is a world of shutters that close, out there. It is a world of doors that lock us out, out there. It is a season that is not filled with love or beauty or the true things of life. But the world inside our windows. This is real. This is why life was created. As I go up and down on you, only you I am talking about, I feel every contour. I feel every ridge. I feel every vein. I feel every depending curve. I will remember every inch of you. I will remember every moment of your breath, for each breath of yours is different than the last, has a different color to it, a different weight and heft and shape. I will take you from yourself and I will greedily hold to you and for all the running of all the days to come, you will be beside me. For you are that urgently, that compellingly important. I tell you these things with the words of my mouth, with the flicks of my tongue. I will never want you mechanically, for an hour, and then run off to someone else to be with them mechanically, for an hour, and then run off to someone else...

I cover you with my arms. I push up against your hips and string your body out to me. I caress your globes and I find them perfect pillows of flesh and muscle and bone. I love when we are sleeping, to fall asleep, with you on your stomach, and my head resting on your butt. 

And my heart skipping like inclining up the sleepy steep hill of you, as I think of you as country, as continent, as ocean over the blue sky, the blue sky below that can never even begin to think of competing with the ocean of you. The moods of you, from happy to sad to fretful and back to happy again. You thrust into my mouth. 

Your strong pubic hair pushes in and out as my lips and chin. You are in an agony of sexual lust. 

And I want you. I want you so desperately. I spear you as you spear me in return. My penis is touched by your fingers, at the very top of it. It gambols. It stutters. Your hand struggles to bring me off. I put your hand on your stomach, delicately. This is for you. I can wait till later. I concentrate totally on you. The taste. The soft bread warm from the oven aroma of you. 

I feel your balls so fine, with my hand. I press at them. I cup them like loving glows in a summer night sky when the fireflies blink yellow nods and then pass by in the redolent July air. I hold the base of you with one hand. I want you as deeply inside my mouth as possible. I want to stay here forever. I never want time to move. Because you are time. You are the Venus flytrap that has caught me, as unworthy as I am.

The ocean of you is boiling. I see you now. I see you in thethroes of ecstasy and prayer as only the body can pray. Your hands strain now at the bed sheet we're on, that we have somehow tangled around our lower legs. Your fingers clinch to the sheet. Your head is tossed back and you are lost in rapture. You are building, your bones and your blood and your muscles and your skin and your nerve endings, to the greatest climax of your life. You feel it, don't you?

You feel the all of it. This is for no one other than you. I think of no one else as I make love to you. I think only of you. Your fingers and toes bend with excitement, as do mine. Your body pounds up and down. Your face grimaces with joy. Your whole body is fired with electrical currents, hopping out of you and into me. There is nothing between us, our bare bodies, our bare souls, the barriers are down, the night aloneness is struck and taken off stage. The oneness, the "mixed-upedness," has become crystal clear, has burgeoned. 

Is burning its white hot radiance inside us and on us. My mouth had become holding a wax candle made of human form, the wax drips and burns my mouth in a most pleasant way. A most confirming way.

And the forest of you urges down. Your hands grasp onto the top of my shoulders as you lean upward as far as you can to see me giving you head. As I draw up my eyes to yours and you nod and whisper please, please. 

You excite me no end. To see you seeing me doing this. I marvel at all of this. I angle your dick in my mouth, getting ready, and I feel the glow of it, the coming eruption of it.

You feel it too, don't you? Oh please say you do. I've tried so hard. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to feel the rush and gush of your geyser. As my mouth is on you, enveloping it in sucking close quarters, I also want the love drink of yours to be in me. First time. And you are all shivers and quivers and the arrow is ripe and pulled back taut and thus released.

You come now. Yes, please, do it. 

Think of me as you want me to be. Release absolutely every ounce of sperm. Till it flows in ragingtorrents. Your legs are hot and your abdomen and your crotch. I feel your hips leap under my hands, become as taut as your dick, filling upward. And I take you in my mouth. Right this second. I am powerless because of you. I feel you filling my mouth. 

I feel you in the glow of love and ecstasy and magical encounter. I delight in the taste of your release. In me. Now. It surpasses anything I've ever imagined. We are children in the wood become men as our love sparks its flames. Flow your dam broken river in me. Don't think of anything else. Rub your hands as I am doing now, up our chests and back down. 

Feel the turned on. Feel the giving like has never been given before. Take and take and use me as you will. Do what your dearest secrets tell you to do. I am here. I will oblige. This is our true calling. As I swallow and swallow. The essence of you.

In time, I take a Kleenex and rub it on you, cleaning you up a bit. It tingles and your put your arm companionably round my shoulders and we are Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. 

As you reach down and kiss me. And then I climb up to you, as though climbing up Mt. Everest, to the tip of the tallest stars in the sky. My dick is throbbing now. I am massaging it. I feel now your weakened hand on it. You hold it and your fingers are soft and kind and delicate and probing. "I want to do you now," you say. I smile, and tell you later,we need to wait a while, we have all the time in the world, you know?

I put my head down on your chest. I feel your wild summer heart racing. I feel the all of you in it. You are exhausted now, tiredly happy, and I close my eyes, the feel of your fingers at the tip of my hardness. Soon my darling, soon. 

And we sleep for a time and I dream of you, assured that you will be there when I wake up. And then, if you would, you can send me to the stars as well. 

AAnd always remember this, whatever happens, wherever we go, these simple words, tossed around by so many persons who will never know what they've missed, who don't believe those declarations for a minute, don't feel it for a second, but you and I, we believe it, and feel it, and I hope you will always remember me with these small words of inestimable value, that only count when used with the heart.


Seducing You



I am Pooja. I am recently married to you and we are staying in an apartment in Bangalore.. I am a house wife and my husband Mahesh is a Manager in a Software Industry. He does not have too much passion for sex. But I am. This is a story of my fantasy and my urge to have sex with you every day

I step into the steaming shower, thinking about all of this and simultaneously creating my next piece of seduction in my head. I snag the shampoo of the window sill, and mindlessly go to the task of washing my wavy black hair. Still mentally composing and fantasizing, I rinse and condition. It's mandatory, the conditioner. My hair is long enough and has just enough body to get tangled easily. I massage my scalp, imagining it's your hands in my hair, grasping at the root while you shove me down onto your dick, choking me with it's length. I smile at the idea. I decide to shave and putting an extra dollop of conditioner in my hand, I coat my pussy with the slimy goo to make the coarse fuzz a little softer and easier for the razor to get through.

You're sleeping in the bedroom, having worked all night and exhausted. It's late morning in December and there's a draft coming in through the window in the shower. My nipples are stiff, perked up and crinkled from both cold and arousal. I pick up the razor and start to soak it. The aloe strip is such an ingenious invention! While the hot water beats down, I lather myself thoroughly and rinse. I then sit on one of the narrow corners of the bathtub and spread my legs. Carefully, I start to cut away the stubble around my lips, deep between my legs. I always leave my mound covered. After years of experimenting with shaving, I've discovered that for some reason, the skin right over my pubic bone is most sensitive and prone to razor rash and irritation. As long as my lips are smooth, my clitoris peeking out and sensitive to everything that comes into contact with my body, I don't care.

Thinking about the notes I've left and what to put in the next one while the back side of the razor brushes against my cunt is making me wet. I decide to do the job quickly so I can play with my pussy for a few minutes before I run out of hot water. Rinse, scrape, rinse scrape. It's a tedious chore, but well worth it once I'm done. I feel around to make sure there's no stubble left and then grab my trimming scissors to clean up what's left of my bush. Now... finally, my entire cunt on fire, I find some relief, rubbing my clitoris and pulling the outer lips wide open. Gently, I stroke myself with my right hand, my left holding me open and wanting.

I move my left hand up to my tits and start to tweak my nipples, getting them harder, feeling the pulse from my own pinching and twisting down into my clit. I want to cum... I stroke faster... suddenly, I notice that the water has chilled and is rapidly turning frigid. Add that to the wintry cold leaking in around the window and I'm starting to shiver. I decide that I need to stop, my pussy aching to be filled and for release. I smile at my frustration, and wish it had been you that had brought me to the brink, just to leave me standing, waiting, wanting, craving.

I stand up and turn the water off, my teeth chattering. Definitely time to get out! I grab one towel and wrap my hair in a turban and wrap the other snugly around my body, my hard nipples grazing the material and sending zings of sensation down my body. I moan softly. I finish my routine, brushing my teeth carefully, body spray, deodorant and all other things that women do to look and smell good.

I walk softly to the bedroom, where the lights are out but daylight streams in around the shades. I decide to snuggle with you while you sleep. I remove the towel from around my body and lay down next to you, cuddling from behind in a spoon fashion. I make sure my hair is away from you as it's still damp and the chill of it might wake you. My god I want you. I don't want to get too close; my hard nipples grazing your back might clue you in. Despite everything, I'm actually pretty shy when it comes to sex. My eyelids flutter and suddenly I'm dozing off, my pussy still throbbing and wet.

I'm dreaming about something and moan. God, it feels so good... I can feel my nipples being lightly chewed on and suddenly, my cunt is on fire. I wake up slowly, not wanting to disturb my dream but needing to know why I was so ridiculously horny. I knew I dozed off aroused, but this was more.. much more. My cunt was burning up, a sopping, gaping hole that felt would consume me if it didn't get filled.

I moved to rub my eyes and realized... my hands were tied! I'd had ropes attached to the bed frame for eons. They were put there more as a hopeful than having actually gotten any use. Tight against my wrists, the hooks rubbed a little. And I couldn't move my arms at all. At the same time, I realized I couldn't move my head much because yours was right there, sucking, biting and licking my tits. I moaned again and tried to move my legs to wrap them around your waist, to signal that I wanted you inside me. Shit! They were bound too! All of a sudden, my cunt exploded into a tornado of heat and desire -- I wanted to cum right then! I knew I wouldn't.. I don't orgasm that easily. I could feel my juice flowing down the crack of my ass and soaking the sheets. You look up at me... 

"Good morning baby.. surprise."

First of all, it's not morning and second of all, surprise is an understatement.

"Well, good morning to you too... Uhmm.. when did this happen?" My words catch on the last syllable as you pinch both my nipples and rotate them between your finger and thumb. "Oh my god... " I mumble... and close my eyes to revel in the sensations coursing through me. "Squeeze them," I murmured. "Yes... that's it... see how my tits get hard and bigger... yes... now pinch my nipples... oh that's good..."

"Yes... suck harder... oh man yes... that's it! Bite my nipples uhhh ahhh yes oh god you're good, darling, you're so good!"

"Open your eyes. I want to watch you." With some difficulty, I force my heavy lids open and look at him, my pussy throbbing even harder. You smile at me sweetly and then suddenly, your gaze gets intense and almost hard. I don't see that look very often... and usually, it's when you're being really guarded or angry. My body sizzles, wondering what you're going to do to me.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you. Do you understand?"

I nod.

"No, dear.. during this, you call me Master."

I choke on my groan.. "Yes Master.". Fuck I want you in me. But I know that that's probably not going to happen any time soon, considering all the things I wrote about bound, teased and forced into begging submission.

"Good."

You kiss your way down my body, down my left leg and up my right. You stop at my inner thighs and lick at the crack when leg meets groin. I grunt softly and then you put your hands on either side of my pussy and start to massage it, pushing my lips into my clit and pulling them out again, creating a natural friction between my legs. I try to jerk my legs up and can't. My pussy is almost gushing cunt-juice now. "Oh mauh ahuh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I gasped, my body arching steeply, my hands flying to my breasts in spite of being tied, squeezing and crushing them erotically, my head arched back, my long neck craned. "OHHHHHH uhh yes oh god yes!"

While you massage,, you stick your tongue straight into my hole and I sigh with relief. At least, for a moment. It's stiff and warm and wet, and I want to push down on it and fuck your tongue. Damn these ropes! You don't move your tongue. It just stays there, teasing me with it's stiffness. I start to whimper a little, wanting more. My clitoris is so hard and ready, my hole needing to be filled and pumped until I scream. I'm about to scream from the lack of satisfaction. But you just keep on, teasing me with my own skin and your still, stiff tongue in my twat. 

Finally, you stop and lick your way back up my torso, stopping at my nipples again. You put your body over mine and I can feel your cock. It's so damned hard. I try to shift to position the head against my cunt but you won't let me. Instead, you just chuckle... 

"Isn't this what you wanted, dear?" you whisper against my tit, brushing your stubble against my too sensitive nipple, causing my back to arch and my throat to release a loud moan.

I'm trying to think about how to answer, but you keep tweaking, pinching, twisting and biting my nipples, grabbing the flesh of my tits and making the tips stand up even further, all the more sensitive.

"Yes Master", I finally stutter.

"What else do you want?" you ask me.

I groan, knowing that what I want will be impossible to say. I arched my tongue sensuously over my upper lip. You lean forward and kissed me hard, jamming your tongue into my mouth, squeezing my breasts and pinching my rigid nipples.

"What do you want, baby?"

I wiggle my hips and moan again.. trying to communicate with out words.

"You have to tell me."

Whimpering in frustration I close my eyes again, embarrassed and yet so goddamned horny that I don't think I can really keep the words in check for long.

"Okay then... " you say, and swiftly move back down.

I feel you spread my pussy with your fingers and your tongue snakes out and slowly starts to flicker at my clitoris. Just barely enough for me to feel but just enough to make me squirm and sign and try to reach for more. Suddenly, I feel your lips wrap around my whole clit, creating a seal and you suck on it hard, flicking your tongue firmly over the most nerve filled spot and I gasp, unable to catch my breath.

"Oh, yes, yessss, suck my clit... uhhhhh yeahhhh, right there, that's it! Unnnnngggghhhhh, don't stop!" "Unnnhhhhh, yesssss, suck my cliiitttteeeeeeee!"

"Oh my god.. yes.. please... oh god...!" I cry out... ahaahahaha...yeahahahaa......sssshhhhhh.... Oh my God, that's right.... Yeah, that's it, eat it, eat it, eat my FUCKING CUNT!!!!"

"Oh my God! I'm cumming!" Harder, baby! Fuck me! Fuck my horny cunt! I'm cumming, cuuummmiiinnngggg!"..... "MMmmhpp....Muummphhh....Oh don't Stop... That's it! Oh God!! Ohhh Fuccck!"

You keep on me until my legs are quaking in their bonds and my hips are thrusting up of their own accord, reaching for that pinnacle of completion. I start to pant and hold my breath, almost simultaneously.

"yes.. please.. yes.. don't. stop... uh uh... oh.. Oh! YES! Don't stop... GOD! Make me cum, PLEASE!" I'm begging you now, I'm there.. on right on the edge just seconds away from falling over... "YES!"

and you stop.

"NOO! Please.. please don't stop.. please... " I'm about ready to burst into to tears, the agony of my verging orgasm, hanging, my cunt twitching and aching, so filled with blood and swollen with nerve endings that I'm now willing to do anything to send me over.

"Please baby.. please, make me cum... "Unnnnhhhh, yesssss!" ....."yessss...unnh...yesss....unnhh..

...oohhhh" I need to cum so badly... " I whimper, begging you for mercy. Instead, you slide up my body, making sure every inch brushes against my sensitive pussy, making it spasm pre-orgasmically.

Once again, you stop at my tits and you bite my left nipple, pulling with your teeth and scraping the tip with your tongue while you twist and flick the right with your fingers. Oh god.. I don't know how much more I can take. I pant heavily, groaning and sighing for more. You spend a good deal of time tending to my breasts, making them as sensitive and swollen as my pussy.

You stop and move off of me and lay on your side, propping your head up with one hand and running your fingers gently up and down my torso. I glance down and I can see your cock poking out of your boxers, making a tent with a door at the top. I lick my lips, wanting to feel you inside of me. Suddenly, I'm aware that you're smiling down at me, watching me stare at your dick with desperate wanting. I look into your eyes... pleading silently. You just continue to stare at me and smile, stroking... teasing around my breasts now, running your fingertips down my lower abdomen and upper thighs, moving in towards my wetness. I raise my hips, hoping to meet your fingertips, but you withdraw them.

Finally, you move off the bed, leaving me bound, wet, hot, and cold all at the same time. Suddenly my nipples are harder than they have ever been and my god they ache for you to come back to them. I want to close my legs and relieve some of the pressure that's build up between them, but of course, I can't.

You move to the end of the bed, and start at my cunt, watching it tremble and quake. You use one finger and slowly circle around my clitoris, not actually touching that bundle of electric nerves still wait for release. My slickness makes it easy for your finger to gently slide around, teasing me even more. I can feel it building again, that intense climax. Your motions slow and ease up, barely a feather touch now and I feel like the tip of my clit is trying to reach out to get what it needs.. what I need. Then, your mouth is on me again, sucking hard, pulling, teasing, biting and licking hard at my nub. Immediately, my legs shake and my breathing becomes heavy and rapid... 

"ooh! Oh.. yes yes yes!!! Please.. Yes! YES! MORE!!! ssssaaaaahahah..sshshshshssha..ahahaha.

..mmmmm.shshshsshs....ahahah" I cry out over and over again. Your hands reach up and twist my nipples again and the combination has me instantly there, instantly ready to cum all over your tongue... and you stop everything so quickly that it takes a few seconds for my body to realize that you've again withdrawn.

I start to cry in earnest. You stand and walk over to the side of the bed and look down at me and gently finger a nipple, watching my tears as I look pleadingly up at you.

"Please.. let me cum."

"No."

My chin quivers. I'm in absolute agony. My arms ache, my legs feel like they've been stretched out on one of those old fashioned torture tables and my pussy hurts I need to cum so badly.

You remove your boxers and slowly move over me, so you're straddling my face, your cock bouncing only inches from my nose. I can smell you, and I want it.. all of it. You slide the head against my lips, swollen from licking, dry from breathing and panting so hard. I open my mouth and suck you in greedily. At least it's something!

You hook your feet beneath the inside of my thighs, pulling me open even further. Any slight breeze make my pussy tingle. I suck on you greedily, slurping your long thick cock into my mouth, licking all around with my tongue, tasting your pre-cum. You know I don't let you cum in my mouth, and I know now I won't have a choice. My pussy aches even more. You slide your dick in and out, deeper and deeper into my throat, cutting off my air. Every few seconds you leave yourself there, not letting me breathe. During one of these strokes, you reposition slightly so that my breasts aren't crushed beneath your thighs and you can reach my nipples.

I'm sucking your dick for all I'm worth, and you reach down and yet again, pull and twist at my aching tits, making them so hard that I'm sure I'm going to cum just by you playing with them and forcing your dick down my throat. You stop playing with my tits long enough to reach up to the windowsill over my head to grab something, and while you do, your dick is shoved as far down the back of my throat as it can go. I can't breathe... you stay there... my fucking god.. I'm going to explode... then you pull back with something in your hand. I'm too busy trying to swallow you whole to notice much until I feel a tightening on my tits. My back arches suddenly, and I growl around your thickness... clothespins. Fuck.. fuck fuck... I can't take any more. 

Hoping you'll eventually let me cum, I suck harder and faster, bobbing my head up and down on your dick as fast and furious as I possibly can. You grab my hair and force me further onto your cock, now making shorter rapid strokes, the bulging head choking me.. but you don't care. You're fucking my face and every once in a while, flicking at a pinched nipple, making me grunt around you.

"Oh babe.. suck me.. You're going to eat my cum, you know... I'm going to make you swallow every drop down your throat.. and maybe... just maybe.. I'll let you cum after that!" I can't help but moan again, Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! my pussy and tits just pulsing with need. I can feel you get harder in my mouth, turning to steel. You're getting close to cumming... you grunt loudly and suddenly pop out of my mouth and I cry out, not ready to give you up.

Yet again, you leave me -- this time, you leave the room. Everything is sore and still I'm on fire. My tits, pussy and lips all are throbbing in sync and I can't stop feeling you all over me, keeping me on the verge of orgasm and not letting me finish. After what is probably only a few minutes, but seems to me like hours, you come back with yet another thing in your hand. Shit.. it's my dildo. I wonder what you're going to do to me now.

Slowly, you remove the clothespins and lick my nipples. I sigh, it feels so good and I have never been so ready to fuck anything that moved in my life. You move down again to the end of the bed and I can feel the tip of my dildo at the entrance of my cunt... teasing. 

"Put it in.. god, please.. put it in... I need it! I need you.. jeezus.. please!" I'm begging. " Oh... darling ...ahahahah..... Fuck me fuck meeeeeeeeeee.pleaseeeee....."

You slowly rotate the dildo into my pussy. Finally!!! Or so I think.

You start to move the toy in and out of my cunt slowly, moving in to start licking my clit while you do so.

"OHH FUCK! .....Unnnnhhhh, yesssss!......" PLEASE FUCK ME!!!" OHHhhhh uhhhh OHhhh yes ohh god yes yes yes!"

You slide the plastic dick in and withdraw it slowly, over and over again... flicking your tongue over my engorged clitoris with each re-entry and withdrawl. I can feel everything beginning.. but it's not enough. It's too slow.. all it's going to do is keep building without ever sending me over. You keep at it... forcing me to just lay there and take the agonizing pleasure of your tongue and this thick piece of fake meat into my cunt.

Slide in.. flick.. slide out... flick... slide in... flick... slide out... Flick... OHHhhhh uhhhh OHhhh yes ohh god yes yes yes!"

I squire and moan and writhe as much as my bonds will let me, trying to make you go faster, to get the build up to come to it's natural conclusion.. but this isn't a natural setting and you're forcing me to just take it.. this torture of my cunt.

You slow down even more... 

Innnnnnnnnn... lick... ouuuuutttttt... lick... in... lick..

Fuck fuck fuck... Fuck me! God please fuck me fuck my cunt make me cream please fuck me! It's a chant in my head.. I think. For all I know, I'm screaming it at the top of my lungs.

You reach your other hand up and tease my nipples for each stroke and lick... 

Innnnnnnnn-pinch... lick-twist... ouuuuuuuuttt-flick... lick-pinch... 

I can feel it deep in my womb, everything is tightening, getting ready for the grand finale, pressure so deep inside of me I can barely breath or move at this point. You keep it up... slowing down even more if it's possible, each stroke being elongated so that I can feel every millimeter of that cock stroking every millimeter of my flesh.

I grunt. ahahah..sshshshshssha..ahahaha...Oh my God!! ...mmmmm....shshshsshs....ahahah......aaha.

It's building.. 

"Ungh! Ugh.. huhhuhhuh... y-y-s-s-s-s" I hiss more than I speak. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oooooooohhhhh, baby, fuck meeeeeeee!"

"oh my god oh my god yes...yes....YES...YES YESSSS!!!" I'm going to cum.. you keep going agonizingly slow... making It take forever to get there... and just before I actually do explode, you quickly remove the dildo and your tongue and move on top of me and slide your dick into me.. FINALLY!




Seducing You



"Good. Now... easy does it... put it in slowly... mm, yes... ohhh yes... that's it... oh that feels so good, darling! Yes! That's wonderful! Now... push it in deeper... yes! Oh ma yes! That's it! C'mon... deeper... shove it in, darling... as deep as you can... Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! That's it! Put it all in, lover! Oh god yes! Oh darling... uhhhh yes!"

"Darling," I gasped. "Slow down... breathe out... again... yes...several breaths... in and out... that's it... get a grip on yourself... focus, darling... c'mon... concentrate... yes... now calm down... empty your mind... don't try and think... don't think of me... close your eyes... it's you... just you... and your cock... in my pussy... my pussy's nice and hot and tight, isn't it? 

Yes... ""YYEEeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!" .......it feels good on your cock, doesn't it? See? See how it squeezes your penis? It's just you and your penis and my pussy now... and all you want to do... all you have to do is pull it out... slowly... yes... that's good... more... take it all the way out... that's it... that's it! Stop... not all the way out... just till there...yes... leave your cock-head in my pussy... now stop... don't move... don't move at all... mm... wait for me to beg for it...  

"GOD YES YES FUCK ME YES F-U-C-K-ME!!!!" Oh god oh ma unhh ohhh unhh ohhh unhh ohhh uhhh oh....""YYEEeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!"..... oh oh oh oh yes Ohhhhh yes Ohhh yes yes Ohhh god yes ... fuck me ohhh yes baby yes ... fuck me hard ... fuck me ... oh yes ... fuck my pussy, lover ... fuck it hard!" now...please... shove it in... shove it right in darling... slowly...ahhhhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Oh! god that's so good... now again... out... wait... now in uhhhhhhhh Oh ma uhhhh yes! Again! Oh god yes...now! 

Quickly! ......push it in hard! All the way! Just push it in, dear! OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! That's it! Do it again! Ahhhhhh uhhh oh ma uhhh yes! Oh uhh oh uhh oh uhh god yes... now slow again... yes... mm... that's lovely... slow again... and again... once more... again... now hard... yes oh yes oh god yes that's it oh fuck yes do it uhh yes again! Oh God yes, dear, yes!"

I'm screaming now, as you maintain control of your dick and move in almost the same slow rhythm as you were with the dildo until you feel me start to shiver around your cock... and suddenly, you're pounding into my pussy, grinding your pelvis into my clitoris and I'm screaming...... I'm coming, baby! Oooooooh, Yeeesss, cummmmmiiinnngggg! " ...... and shaking and quivering beneath you while you force me into a tearing orgasm and don't let me leave.. you keep pounding me, grinding into me making it last for what seems like an eternity.

You're still pumping into me, more slowly and evenly now --you haven't cum yet -- while I come back to earth a little.. but my cunt is still twitching and sensitive. You keep stroking me with your cock, grinding your pelvis into my tender clitoris -- a little more gently now though -- and I can feel myself starting to escalate again. You keep going at your steady pace, grabbing my shoulders and sucking my tits, my arousal climbing for the second time.

You start to grunt against my tits and suddenly your straining to keep the pace at a controlled level.. I want so much to wrap my arms and legs around you, and knowing that I'm bound and at your mercy makes me wet all over again. I can feel you diamond hard in my pussy, grating on me. 

"Please.. don't cum yet... I want more.. please..!" I whisper... You pick your head up and look in my eyes and grin... and all of a sudden, you start thumping into me faster and faster... our eyes are locked and mine are begging you to slow down and make it last and yours are challenging and wicked. You bend your head to bite my nipples and my hips rise, wanting more... my clit is swelling again... 

"God you feel so good.. don't stop.. not yet...!" You flick my nipples with the tip of your tongue and go deep and long into me and I moan and squeal in your ear. I can hear your breath speeding up and suddenly you stiffen and I can feel you sperm shoot into me, your hips grinding against mine... I want more! I try to grind back, but you won't let me. Instead, once you settle down a little, you pull out and kiss me deeply, playing with my tits. Then you switch and put your mouth where your hand was and move your hand down to my pussy and tease my clit back to full erection. Then you pinch it and start to untie me.. grinning the entire time. I'm on fire. Again, and I know that this session is over... you pinch my clit again and roll over to go to sleep. Before you do, you say... 

"If you masturbate, it'll be worse next time."

I sigh and stretch languidly. My body is a little sore from the hours we fucked before napping, yet my cunt is more awake than I am, having been left wanting. You're still asleep next to me, snoring softly. My nipples stiffen as the memories flood me repeatedly. Gingerly, I reach up and roll them around between my fingers, sending shooting bolts of pleasure to my already sopping pussy. I dare not touch myself there. I don't think I'd be able to stop. It's time for me to get up and get on with the remainder of my afternoon. Quickly, I head to the shower to "cool off" before attempting to tackle the rest of my chores.

After cleaning myself off and dressing lightly in stretchy lycra/cotton skirt and matching top – braless – I decide to pick up around the house a little, starting with the dishes. I love the feel of my nipples poking through the material of my top, stretched tight and straining for attention. I did decide to put on a narrow g-string, considering I am so fucking horny still I know my pussy is going to be dripping constantly. I didn't want the wetness to just immediately seep through and be seen when I had to go out. I would have to change when I got home, that's for sure!

Reality is a little glazed over while I'm absently washing the dishes, my senses focused on my three hard nubs. I decide, suddenly, to enjoy the delicious sensations that accompany the idea of anticipation and spread my legs wide, not allowing them to relieve any of the intense pressure that still residing between them. This opens my pussy beneath my clothes – I can feel my lips spread and swollen, the cloth of my g-string brushing against my already swollen, tender and aching clitoris. I can't help but moan a little, under my breath.

I hear the bathroom door shut and startle a little, not paying attention to anything around me now. Fuck, I want to cum. Already. I make myself stay put as I hear you finishing up and opening the door. I make every pretense of being unaware of my actual state and extremely focused on the few remaining dishes before me. Have I stopped scrubbing this fork? Is it a different one or have I been polishing it under the warm sudsy water all this time? I have no idea. I don't care really, so I rinse it and move on to the next item. I smell you come up behind me... god, I love your scent. Your cologne is mild, musky and makes me want to melt into you. Your natural scent is similar so instead of covering, your cologne blends and complements you. My pussy twitches as you put your arms around my waist from behind me, pressing into my backside, your lips on my ear, you kiss the tip gently, and give it one small playful nibble. I smile and turn my head around for a kiss. You press your lips into mine softly and flick my upper lip with your tongue. I sigh, but don't move other than to go back to "focusing" on the dishes. 

You push your hands under my top and move them up slowly, circling around my rib cage, not quite tickling. I hold my breath still, but not my hands. I keep scrubbing. Finally you work your way up to my breasts and flick your wrists so that my top ends up over the top of my tits. My nipples are pointy and hard, sticking out like pencil erasers, crinkled and tight, wanting relief. You flick the tips with your thumbs and that's it... my hands drop into the water, letting go of everything except the sponge, which I'm gripping tightly, waiting. I moan and lean back, wanting more. You read the signs and grasp the nubs between your forefinger and thumb and so slowly begin to roll, pinch and tug on them. A low gutteral sound comes from deep within me. 

Your voice surprises me as you say something that makes my pussy spasm hard beneath it's covering and my heart beat increase, my stomach knotting in dread. At the same time that you're speaking, you never release my nipples from your fingers, knowing very well after last night how sensitive they are. Almost, but not quite enough to make me cum.

"I told you that you were not allowed to cum until I told you to."

I quickly kneel down in front of you, my skirt swirling around me. I reach to the front of your shorts, and manage to unbutton them. It is a difficult task - you are so hard, straining against the fabric, making them so tight around your cock that I almost can't get them undone. But finally I do, undoing the buttons one by one, slowly revealing your cock to my eyes, one small inch at a time. 

I finally get the last button undone, grab your shorts at the top and tug them down your hips. Your cock, fully erect, hard and pulsing jumps out at me. I shove your shorts down around your ankles, and move closer until my breasts are resting against your legs, my hard nipples rubbing against them, being grazed through the thin material of my top by the hair on your legs.

I slide my hands, opened out flat, up the back of your legs to your ass. At this point you are standing there, just your shoulders pressed against the kitchen cabinet, your hips jutting out, and your hands in my hair. I grab your ass as your cock pulses in front of me. I lean forward and slowly lick your slit, taking your precum into my mouth, tasting you, and inhaling your scent. I wrap my lips around the very tip, sucking on just the cap, running my tongue over and over you're slit, lapping up your precum.

At that moment, I just suck on that one small area, going no further, my hands exploring your ass, one finger tracing down the crack till I reach your heavy balls from behind. I take them into my hand and slowly squeeze them, tugging gently as I suck on the tip of you're cock.

I move my tongue then, swirling it around the tip as I slowly began sliding down, taking you into my hot, wet mouth, centimeter by centimeter.

I take you further into my mouth; one hand continuing to slowly squeeze your nuts and the other hand sliding up and down the crack of your ass.

Slowly sliding down, I easily take 4 inches of you into my mouth. But I want more. I think to myself, "My god, you are so big, and I can't take anymore." But I want it all, and I take as much as I can, until you are pressing against the back of my throat. 

I have you deep in my mouth. I can feel you pulsing. I can feel the throb of your heartbeat, racing through the length of your cock. I close my lips tightly around you, causing a vacuum in my mouth as I slowly suck back up to the very tip. There I run my tongue over your slit again, taking in your precum, coating my mouth and the tip of your shaft. I slide my mouth back down, my tongue rubbing against the bottom side of you as I slowly swallow you into my mouth again. Again I take as much as I can, deep to the back of my throat, my tongue running across your skin, feeling the texture, tasting you, memorizing you.

I begin sliding back up, my teeth lightly raking across the flesh of your cock on the top and bottom as I suck my way back up to the top. I begin a rhythm, sliding down, licking and sucking back up the length; raking with my teeth and swirling my tongue around the length; up across the tip, licking, taking in your copious amounts of precum, loving the taste of you.

I can feel your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath; I can smell the scent of our sweat and musk as it mingles, the scent of sex heavy on the air. Your legs slowly move back and forth teasing my nipples, making them unbearably hard.

I can feel your balls starting to draw up; I know that very soon you will cum. But I don't want to let you cum yet. So I tug hard on your balls, and you cry out from the combined pleasure/pain of it. Your hands tighten in my hair as you quickly back away from the brink. I continue moving my mouth up and down your shaft moving it slowly in and out of my mouth. I can feel how badly you want to let go. I can feel the savageness in you that you want to fuck my mouth, hard, cumming deep in my throat. Again, you move so close to orgasm. My hand moves, giving your balls another quick tug before moving to the base of your cock, squeezing the base hard, pulling you back from the edge once again.

I continue moving my mouth up and down your shaft, one hand squeezing the base, the other moving, across your ass, down the crack to your asshole.

I suck on your hard cock, slowly slide it deeper into my throat, wanting to take you deeply into me. I move one finger slowly across the pucker of your asshole, sliding it across, massaging it. My mouth moves up your shaft and down in the very rhythm of the hot animal fucking that we both desperately want. I can't seem to get enough of you. You taste so good, you feel so good.

But once again I can feel your body tightening. As I move my mouth back up your shaft, I look up and can see your head thrown back, your eyes squeezed shut, the tendons standing out on your neck, the sweat coating your skin. It turns me on so much, to see the affect I'm having on you. My juices flood my pussy, pushing out of me in a rush, again soaking through my panties and coating me, making me slick and wet.

I'm ready to let you cum. I reach my hand down to my pussy, scoop up some of my juices, coating my finger, and move it back to your ass. I move my other hand up and down the base of your cock, quickly, my mouth opening wide and sliding down your length. I can feel you right on the edge of your release. I relax my throat and you slide down as I push my finger into your ass.

Your whole body arches tightly like a bow as you cum, pumping your hot, sweet, load deep into my throat. Over and over, I feel you shoot, as I swallow every single drop.

Your body jerks; I hear you moan with the intensity of your release. As you ride the crest of your climax, I continue moving my finger in your ass, I continue stroking the base of your cock and I continue sucking on you, still hard in my mouth.

I move my mouth up your shaft, my tongue moving along the length as you slowly slide out I lean back from you, my lips slowly moving up your length as you slowly slide out of my mouth. I slowly start to rise, moving up, kissing my way along your abdomen, up across your stomach. Licking my way up your throat, across your strong jaw to your mouth.

I press my body tight against the length of yours, melding us together from hip to shoulder. I push my fingers through your hair, pulling your head down, meeting your lips with mine. I hungrily explore your the soft sweet curve of your lips, pressing my tongue between them, into your mouth. I move my tongue in, rubbing across and exploring yours, tasting you, giving you a taste of yourself.

I tug at your hair, pulling you closer to me. I want to devour you, take you into me, every part of you; I want to absorb you into my skin and make you a part of me. Your arms wrap around me, your hands sliding down my back to my skirt. You grab a handful of material, pulling it up, up my legs, up over my ass. Your hands dive inside my panties to grasp my behind, squeezing the globes in your hands, massaging, molding them. I move restlessly against you. I can feel your cock swelling against my stomach. I want it, I want you so badly.

I tear my mouth from yours, arching my back. I yank my top up over my head. I want to feel my bare breasts pressed against your chest as you fuck me. You stare down at me, your eyes glazed with passion. Your head dips down, your mouth coming to rest on the top curve of my breast. There you lick, nibbling my flesh, before moving down to my nipple, sucking it deep into your mouth. I hold your head to me, pressing my breast harder to your mouth. 

God, I'm so wet... I wish you would rip off my clothes and fuck me right there, in the middle of the kitchen. But after those words, I know that it could be a while before I feel you pounding my pussy again... I'm dripping. I try to explain that I couldn't hold back, that you'd forced me over the edge.

"I told you not to cum." Is all you say. I groan. My legs are still spread wide. You slide one hand down my belly, reaching inside the elastic of both my skirt and panties until one finger rests lightly on my clitoris, oh so slowly and feather lightly stroking. I can't move. Your other hand is still on my nipple, teasing it while you finger my pussy to an even higher state of arousal. You speak again...

"I have to get ready for work tonight. While I'm gone, I want you to masturbate yourself until you're ready to cum and then stop. You are to do this five times. I will leave you the times you are to start and call you. I want to hear you fucking yourself for me. Use the dildo. Make sure it's a deep build up – not just your clit."

I melt in your arms, grinning up at you. You are fulfilling my fantasies and I am so fucking hot right now that I don't think I can hold out another minute if you keep up. You withdraw your hands from my body and straighten my clothes, kissing me harder this time.

"Finish the dishes. For your first session, I want to watch. I want to make sure you don't cum." You head back towards the bedroom, clearly expecting me to follow you, and I don't dare disappoint you now. Not again. I'm aching to feel you inside me.

You get your clothes out and slowly start to get ready. I remove my clothes and lay down on the bed, where you can see me easily. I spread my legs wide for you, my pussy facing you so you can see everything, including the pink swelling and super aroused state that I'm already in. You comment on this.

"It won't take long, I see. You will fuck yourself until I am ready to leave. That includes waiting for the car to warm up." I start to panic a little now. I don't think I can hold out for 20 full minutes! But you haven't given me a choice. I don't know what you'll do if I don't obey, but I don't think I want to find out. You hand me the dildo, a medium sized piece that is filling but not huge.

"Roll over on your stomach. Put your ass in the air. Pretend I'm fucking you doggie style. I want you to make sure to get your G-Spot and rub your clit. I want you to beg for me to let you cum by the time I leave."

Shit.

I do what you say and roll over, my tits mashed into the bed, one hand far underneath me and inserting the fake cock into my waiting pussy. I go slowly, not being able to help enjoying ever slow inch. It does occur to me that this could little tactic could keep me from going over the edge. Once it's all the way inside, my cunt grasping and begging for more, I put my other hand under me and start to rub my clit, moving the dildo slowly in and out of my cunt. It only takes a few strokes for me to start to feel my stomach tie in knots, wanting to release with a screaming orgasm. I go more slowly, trying to hold off what seems to be the inevitable. I wonder how long it's been. Involuntarily, I start to write and groan beneath my own self-fucking. My pussy tightens around the dildo and I'm struggling to keep my fingers from going to fast, pushing me beyond the point of no return. How the fuck am I going to do this four more times tonight???

"Fuck.. please.. please ... I can't do this. Let me cum... I'm so fucking close... please!" Already I'm begging. There's no answer. Frantically, I glance around and discover you're not even in the room. I sigh with relief and start to slow down even more, starting to remove my fingers from my clit. My ass up in the air, my pussy spread, I know if you're standing right behind me, you can see all the way down to my tits, squished into the comforter. I hear your footsteps coming back. Damnit! I start pumping at the same pace again... slow!




Seducing You



I feel a mild breeze behind me and a sudden THWACK! On my ass.. I cry out, right on the very edge of my climax. If you do that again, I'm going to cum.. I'm certain of it.. I beg again..

"Please baby... let me... I can't ... I'm going to cum... "Uuuuuhhhhnnnngggggghhh!"!!!" I'm coming, baby! Oooooooh, Yeeesss, cummmmmiiinnngggg! ""YYEEeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!"

"You better not." You say sternly. THWACK! You hit the other cheek, making my whole body shake and tremble. "You're going to slow, dear." You slap my hand controlling the dildo away and grab it with your fingers and start to stroke my pussy with it, moving it in and out faster, deeper and harder than I was.

"Ungh! P-p-l-eea! Fuck FUCK FUCKME!! GOD PLEASE!" and with that, you pull out the cock, grab my legs and force me onto my back. You grip both of my wrists in one of your larger hands and jerk them above my head while getting on top of me enough to hook your now shoed feet under my calves and force my legs apart. I can't move.

"NO! please.... Oh fucking god... honey, let me.. I'm dying here...!" I see you grin above me and you just simply say "Nope." You then lower your head and take my overly stiff, painfully engorged nipples in your mouth, one at a time, and slowly suckle them, interspersed with gentle nibbles, grazing them with your facial stubble and I squirm beneath you, my head shaking back and forth, moaning and lost in the sensations. My pussy is so on fire, dripping on the bed, my clitoris so swollen that it's visibly poking out from beneath it's protective hood. It's throbbing so hard that it's almost post-orgasmic in it's strength, except without the relief. 

You move down my tortured body, bringing my encaptured arms with you, making sure your torso stays between my legs enough that I can't close them and seek any type of relief. My gut twists in agony, tight and desperately needing the tension that's built up to find it's release. I look down, wondering what else you're going to do to me, and I see your head dip down between my thighs, your shoulders keeping them spread now, my wrists still in your hands. AS if I have the strength to pull away at this point anyway.

"Oh fucking god... " I moan softly... "Ohhhhhh, God, Ahhhhhhh! I'm cummmmminnnggg.... so good... so gooooooodddddd!" "YYEEeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!" I know what's coming.

I feel it.. the warm, wet stiffness slowly stroking me, starting between my cunt and my anus, and licking all the way up my slit, tonguefulls of my cream spilling into your mouth. You get to the bottom of my clitoris and instead of licking it, you lick around it, your tongue just barely edging it and I scream in frustration. You scrape your mouth down the other side of my pussy, making sure not to make any direct contact with my blood engorged nub. I can't help but shudder and tense, hoping... my hips rising, trying to capture your tongue, trying desperately to get the release I need so badly. I can think, I'm completely lost to everything except the burning of my cunt. I want you to suck on me so fucking much that I'm struggling against you like a tortured animal, squirming beneath your hold on me, my tits bouncing as my hips hump air.

You circle my clitoris several times, until my legs are shaking, my whole body is sweating with the effort to get to the pinnacle. Finally, you give it one solid and firm swipe of your tongue, causing me to cry out, as if in pain. I am in pain. My pussy is literally aching with the need to be relieved, the pressure so intense that I feel like I've been tied and tortured in a prison camp for days. I start to sob as you let go of me and stand over me, watching me helplessly trying to get what I need from something that's not there. Something deep in my subconscious keeps my hands off my pussy and my legs wide open. I can't touch my tits either. I'm so close to orgasm that anything could send me over. But there is nothing except me and if it's this bad now, how much worse will it be if I fuck myself into the oblivion I so desperately need right this second?

You chuckle and reach down, pinching both my nipples hard at the same time. I cry out again, my hips haven't stopped humping air. You whisper in my ear, reminding me... "Don't cum... or else. Only four more to go, sexy. I left the times on the counter."

I hear you, but it doesn't fully register at this point in time. I'm an animal in heat and if I don't rut, I'm going to rage until I find something to fuck. My pussy is aching, soaking wet, my clitoris as big and swollen as my pinky finger. I shudder as your words slowly start to sink in and I realize you've already left. 

I lay still for a while, keeping my legs wide open and my arms flat at my sides. I decide to meditate and try to get to a state where just closing my legs won't make my pussy spasm so hard that I fall on my ass in what would probably be the most intense orgasm of my life. I intentionally slow my breathing and heartrate, not moving an inch. I close my eyes and focus on my breath instead of my tits... I focus on my chakras instead of the burning ache that is still overwhelming to almost all my other senses residing between my thighs.

Finally, after I don't know how long, I feel like I'm stable enough to move. I'm still intensely aroused. God help anyone that comes to my door right now.... I go and find his list. It's now 10:30 PM. I look at the paper with scrawled times on it. Oh shit.. how the flying fuck am I supposed to pull THIS off???? I wonder.

11:15, 11:45, 12 and 12:15.... Each increment decreased by 15 minutes making the last two sessions run on. I wonder how long you expects me to keep this up? I guess I'll find out when he calls. All I know is that I will never, ever cum without him telling me to again. My cunt twitches yet again. Fuck. This is going to be one long assed night. 

I sit down on a kitchen chair and look at my list of times and then at the clock on the microwave. It's 10:45 now. I didn't realize I had been sitting here for 15 minutes, blank, wet, and still aching. In 15 minutes, I'm supposed to start my chore of masturbating, per your dictate. You'll be calling to make sure. I wonder for a moment if I can pull off faking it. Then I realize that I'm not that good... and I did ASK for this. I heave a sigh and stand up again, slowly making my way the short distance to our bedroom. It occurs to me I'd better change the sheets before I fall asleep tonight. I'm sure you won't be thrilled going to bed in a sopping puddle that I'm certain will be there after I'm done, despite the hours between my final session and your return home.

I wonder what I'm supposed to do with the last two. There's only a fifteen minute gap.. how long am I supposed to go? Then I realized that it doesn't matter. My pussy is raw and in need. I flatten out the bedding, not having bothered to dress in the short time you've been gone, stretch out next to my dildo, my phone and the paper. I can feel the blood start to rush to my tits, making them swell with anticipated desire. Of their own accord, my too sore nipples start to perk and tighten. I sigh a small moan. 

I look at my cell phone – 10:55. Where on earth is the time going? My heart starts to beat in my chest and I can feel my blood slow down and start to burn under my skin, bringing all my nerve endings alive. Five minutes to go and my pussy is already starting to drip. I dare not touch myself until 11. Not even my hard nipples. I struggle to control my breath and keep some measure of calm.

The entire bed seems to vibrate as my phone rings in it's silent mode. My heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest as the sound and feel of it makes me tremble. I answer in the middle of the second "ring", making sure it's you.

"Hi... " I say quietly.

"Start." Your voice commands.

I squish the phone between my shoulder and chin and grab the dildo and very gingerly shove it into my waiting and open pussy. I moan into the phone, the position awkward and uncomfortable, but I know I soon won't care.

"Fuck your pussy like it's my cock and finger your clit like it's my tongue. I want to hear your cunt, I want to hear how wet you are!" This isn't a request. I put the phone down as close to my fuckhole as I can get it, slowly sliding in and out, my finger rubbing my immediately hard clit, my body tense and waiting. I hear muffles sound coming from the phone and stop long enough to grab it and bring it back to my head...

"Yes Sir?" I moan as I say it, my body weak with need for you.

"Put me on speaker. I want to hear MY cunt and your begging... and I want to make sure you can hear me command what to do with MY pussy. You do know it's mine, don't you?"

I groan again and shiver, hearing you talk like this. You've never used words like this before nor had such a demanding and hard tone. I'm ready to cum immediately, but I clench my teeth and make myself hold back. I know I'm not close enough to please you.

"Yes Sir". I push the proper buttons on the phone and put it back near my twat and continue with my self-torture. You start to speak into the phone, the internal microphone making your voice distant and booming, only lending to it the ultimate sense of ownership of my actions and body.

"Feel my tongue sliding around on your clitoris, baby. You feel it? You feel my wet, hard mouth sucking and nibbling on your pussy? You want to cum, don't you, sweet?"

"Oh god.. " the words are almost inaudible, but you do hear them, along with the gushiness that my cunt is becoming. My nipples hurt. I need you to suck them and make the ache disappear.

"Pinch your nipples... I want you to see stars .. I'm biting them, licking the tips with my tongue now and my cock is sliding in you... faster... every stroke sliding against your nub, stroking it to fullness...!"

I'm panting now. I can feel the very rim of the cave that is my orgasm. Panting, twisting and moaning as I fuck my own body into oblivion. 

"Uhh.. Ooh! Aaargh...!" The sounds are now just gutteral animal noises.

"I swear, if you fucking cum, you WILL regret it!!" You shout at me through the phone.

"Noo! Please.. Master..?!" I beg imploringly, my body beginning to shudder, so close... it's happened so fast that I'm truly not going to be able to stop myself if I keep going. I'm going to cum... my cries of impatience and frustration while the phone is silent are loud even to my distracted senses.

"Please!!!!???" I beg again, my voice as tortured as my throbbing, dripping cunt. My clit is so fucking hard and so sensitive after early that it's taking next to nothing to get me to this point.

"STOP!"

"NO! God, please no.. don't make me stop!!" I'm crying in earnest now, tears running down my face, my legs shaking with the effort to hold back. I let go of the dildo and take my hands away from my tits and cunt, shuddering almost epileptically needing to let go of this tension so desperately. I think I might faint. But I'm not the fainting type..

I realize after a second that my phone is dark and silent. You've already disconnected. My body convulses and I don't move, allowing the weight of the dildo to cause it to fall from my super-slickeness. My breasts are so swollen and pink from the internal tautness and increased blood flow, mimicking every aspect of my pussy. I can't stop shaking.

Slowly, I get the phone and look at it. I know I won't be moving from this spot for the night. So much for making the bed. It's 11:15. A fifteen minute call. It then dawns on me... he's going to be calling in between job cycles which, depending on what's due, run anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes... and the last two.. his "lunch" break! A full 30 minutes!!! I lean back again and moan loudly.. this time, not in pleasure but dread.

I'm not going to get through 30 minutes of this! No way! I'm already exhausted, despite my need to be fucked. Good lord my pussy aches. All I want is to cum and go to sleep. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and I lay back and close them... just for a minute.

8:15 AM

I feel a sudden chill on my sleep warmed body. I try to roll over and curl up in a fetal position and retrieve the blankets that have suddenly disappeared, causing the indoor breeze to brush over me. I shiver, and start to reach and realize, for the second time, I'm bound. This time, it's different and as I come more fully awake and start trying to get my fuzzy brain to figure out what the hell is going on, a scream suddenly rips from my throat.

Something very hard just smacked my ass with a harsh "THWACK!" It burns and I cry out again, my brain in overdrive trying to put the pieces together as my other cheek is, must be, blistered with some sort of paddle, from the feel of it.

I'm laying with my ass high in the air, my calves bound by what must be miles of rope to my thighs so they are bent as if I were kneeling. Around the spanks and stings and cries of pain, I take stock of my situation. There's some sort of rod or bar (when on earth would he have had a chance to get a spreader bar?) just above my knees keeping my thighs wide apart, my ankles are tied so that my toes are touching. I'm mostly "sitting" on my knees, my face buried into the bed, turned sideways. My arms are slightly behind me, at my sides, tied to my body so as to make both them and my torso stiff and rigid. The ropes stop just under my tits, acting as an underwire and pushing them up, if I were sitting. There are several pillows between my stomach and thighs to keep my ass up in the air, my cunt wide and exposed, open for whatever you see fit – and dripping. 

I don't know how many times you've spanked me. My ass is on fire, burning up with pain, sobs tearing from my chest as comprehending dawns. I fell asleep! He tried to call me and I was asleep! Oh fuck.. I'm in for it now – SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! Thinking and crying, my cunt quivers, still waiting – still aching, all the more so with the new sensations added.

You stop and lean down and whisper in my ear, "Good morning, Sunshine. Did you sleep well?" While you speak menacingly, your hand travels over my butt, almost tickling over the pain, making me squirm and sigh through the tears. I start to apologize and you just mouth to me "shhhh...". I know that it's no use to talk at this point. I have to just take whatever comes and accept it. I try to relax and do exactly that.

Suddenly, my body spasms in reaction to your fingers sliding their way down to my gaping pussy. You circle my clit over and over and over, making my cunt open and beg on it's own to be filled. The ache is renewed. You move your hand way from my swollen pleasure button and start to circle my hole, making open more, teasing it.

"Ahh... someone wants to get fucked."

All I can manage is a groan and slight shaking of my tender ass.

THWACK! I cry out. You've moved lower, and started smacking closer to my cunt, making it sting and quiver. THWACK THWACK THWACK!

"First, you cum without being told.. and then you dare fall asleep without fulfilling your duties? Tsk tsk.. bad girl. Very very bad girl."

You've paused to finger my pussy again, and this time you sip one into my waiting twat, sliding it in slowly, stopping every now and then to twist and wiggle the tip inside of me, making me pant and groan and shake.

"You've want to cum pretty badly don't you, pet?"

I nod my tear stained face, my eyes glazed over, my lips dry again, not able to speak due to the sensations you're causing. Suddenly, I see you grinning, almost from ear to ear.

"Alright, pet. I'll let you cum."

Uh oh. Somehow, this suddenly doesn't sound like such a good idea. You wiggle your finger again and my pussy clutches at it, while you move your thumb to my clitoris and massage both my g-spot and my clit almost to the point of overload. Suddenly, you pull out and away and flip me over. My legs are up high and I can see the bar you've gotten. It's an odd shape – instead of being strait across, it's got a sort of U dip in the middle and the ends are longer than where the leg straps are. Although I notice this and it registers on some level, the thing commanding my attention is what's between my legs, not on them. My cunt is on perpetual fire.

My insides are tense and screaming. If I don't get release soon, I feel like I'm literally going to lose it, mentally. 

I feel my self being shifted and re-maneuvered. I find out what the U is for as you lift my head and place the bar behind my neck so that I'm almost bent in thirds – my knees to my thighs and again at the waist. I can barely breathe, my roped knees touching my shoulders. No wonder my arms are bound the way they are! You've done some careful planning! My pussy is high in the air, widely exposed, my thighs wet. I can smell myself, I'm so close to my own cunt. You pull on something and I feel my legs spreading further out.

"Ow!" I cry as my muscles are stretched to the max.

"QUIET!" You yell angrily. I bite my lip, tasting but not drawing blood. I'm watching you, more than a little frightened at this point. Still, my cunt aches for you. The more you do, the hotter I get. My nipples are throbbing right along with my pussy, even though you haven't touched them yet. My ass is now just a warm glow from the spankings.

You stand back and fold your arms over your chest to examine your work. There's a little grimace on your face and I'm not sure why. I glance at your shorts and notice that you have a raging hard on. Big mistake. My pussy shivers and twitches spastically, anticipating the feel of you pounding into me. You're moving around me again and I realize that you're attaching clips and hooks to the ropes and bar to keep me on my back. If I'd thought of it, I could have rocked myself onto my side and made some meager attempt at escaping my fate – still unknown to me.

"There!" you say with finality and grin. "Now, my darling, the real fun begins."

I shudder.

You climb onto the bed with me and sit facing my pussy and start to slowly run your hands down the insides of my thighs. I sigh in pleasure, closing my eyes and enjoying your hands on me, warm and rough, at last. You move them down towards my lips and I can feel your fingers part me, the only slightly stubbled skin being stretched out ward. I can feel your eyes on my twat, examining and inspecting. Suddenly you let go and my lips snap back, cover my pussy and I moan in disappointment.

My eyes snap open hearing a tearing sound. Tape. Once again, your hands are on my lips, pulling them as wide open as they'll go and I feel you pressing something onto one.. and then as you push the lip towards my thigh, I realize you're taping my pussy open, my clitoris totally exposed, hands free.

Cunt juice streams down my crack, my clit visibly throbbing. Both lips are now taped to their respective thighs.

"Don't worry, love. It's surgical tape. I might enjoy torturing you like this, but I also love you. I have no desire to actually hurt you. I'm just giving you what you asked for." And I hear you chuckle softly, knowing that I had no idea you'd ever go to these lengths. I also realized that the weeks spent without comment to my notes must have been you preparing. There's no other way you could have gotten all this together like this if you hadn't. I nod silently in response. What else can I do other than watch and wait.. and hope that you give me relief?

You look at your newest addition to my plight and reach out with a finger and draw small circles on my super tender, super charged, super sensitive bud. My entire body stiffens and I cry out with both the pleasure and pain it brings. I need you so badly that nothing is pure pleasure at this point. Every touch has an element of pain as my nerves are too taught. You keep stroking me, not touching anything else and I can feel the burning in my cunt, the need for being filled with a cock to complete me.




Seducing You



P.S. I love you.