0 comments/ 49066 views/ 5 favorites Alone With Her By: Brina My husband was away on business for three months! We had a girlfriend at the time. A girl I met in a chat room of all places. She lived in Seattle, which is only 3 hours north of us. Anyways, my husband and I have an agreement that we'll never sleep with our girlfriend when the other isn’t there. She came down for the weekend to keep me company since I was alone. We had planned to go shopping that Saturday and stuff. She arrived Friday night and we lazed about the house watching TV. A spicy movie came on Cinemax and we were watching it. It was pretty dumb plot, but the actors were hot! Anyways, during the movie we were holding hands. Sort of snuggling close, and she starts to kiss me. I knew where she was headed so I reluctantly reminded her of the rule. I was a bit aroused and could tell she was too! Anyways, she stopped for a few to comply with the rule. Then later she tried again. She laid her soft hand on my thigh and began kissing my neck. Oh my god how that drives me crazy. She knew that of course. But I resisted, acting playful, but stern. So she says. “Ok, that’s fine.” Then asks if it’s ok if she takes care of herself, because the movie had her going. I laughed and said I didn’t care. That wasn’t against the rules. So she stands up and slips out of her shorts and pulls off her tank top. To describe her. She is 5'5" , slender, and very tight. She has a hint of a six-pack on her stomach and has some of the loveliest toned legs you’ve ever seen. Her breasts are smallish. Barely a b cup, but very pert. Anyhow, she drapes one leg over mine, and the other over the side of the couch. She starts sliding her finger over her nicely trimmed pussy. Massaging it gently at first. I tried not to look but really couldn’t help myself. Her leg was burning hot against mine. She kept asking if I wanted to relief myself. That she didn’t mind. But I knew I couldn’t resist her if I did that. She kept on going, flashing me wanton smiles, knowing I was deeply wishing I could join her. Her fingers circled her clit slowly with wetted fingers. Then she started fucking herself with two of them. I was mesmerized. She was moaning softly, her leg trembling against mine and I could tell she was close. She started to shudder with orgasm and suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to her. She kissed me forcefully as she came. I could feel the heat of her body through my clothes. And was so tempted. But still I resisted. I started to push away, trying to laugh it off, but she was insistent, holding me firmly against her as her body began to shake with orgasm. I dropped to my knee's to slip under her arms that held me, and found myself face to face with her gleaming pussy. Just inches from my face. Well. I lost control then. I forgot about the rule. I couldn’t stop myself and lowered my head quickly. I buried my tongue deep inside her, just in time to trigger a multiple in her. Her fingers grasped my hair tightly. Not so gently, and grinding her pussy against my tongue and face. It was too late to stop now. I didn’t want too either. So I let loose. I'm not a rough person, but Teri always liked it rougher than I did. But I can be rough if I know they like it. So long as they aren’t too rough with me. I wet a finger and slid it around the pudginess of her anus as my tongue attacked her clit. Slipping the finger into her anus, like I know she loves so much. I also moved two more into her pussy. Deeply and with forceful thrusts I fucked her. She gasped her delight and I continued to fuck her with my fingers and tease her clit with my mouth and tongue until she came yet again. She was breathing very heavy and raggedly as she pulled me up to kiss me. Our tongues met and her hands found my tee shirt, pulling it up, over and off. My breasts crushed into hers and I thought we might meld together. She moved her hands down my sides to my shorts and slipped them over my hips. I stood to make it easier to remove them, which she did without hesitation. Then she stood with me, pressing her body into mine. She is a bit taller than me, and I loved the way she would pull the back of my hair firmly to move my head back as our lips met. I was aching for her touch and she moved me to the floor. Parting my legs and kneeling down between them. She ran her tongue slowly along the inside of my thigh and I was quivering with anticipation. Finally her lips closed over my pussy. Kissing it deeply before letting her tongue dart inside me. She eased a finger inside me, knowing I don’t like more than one or two at a time. Slowly she fucked me. More gentle than I did her. As she knew that’s how I like it. She sucked my clit into her wet warm mouth and massaged it with her tongue as she fucked me. I was shivering. Ready to explode and she stopped. I gasped and looked down at her, like ‘what the fuck’? She laughed and turned around, straddling my face. Lowering that sweet pussy of hers to my mouth. Pinning my arms with her shins. Then I felt her mouth against me again. Flicking her tongue softly. Like one time every five seconds or so. Keeping me on the brink of orgasm. I slipped a finger into her pussy and fucked her with it while my tongue slurped all over her sweet pussy. She tasted so good. I was so close to cumming I could barely stand it. She kept me like this for about fifteen minutes. Then as she was ready to cum again. She let me have it. She bit at my clit and thrust two fingers deep into me. Fucking my aching pussy quickly and deeply. I exploded as she began to shudder herself. Trembling we came together. Tongues and fingers buried deeply. And finally we collapsed. After a few minutes of catching our breath, we curled up on the couch together, snuggling and kissing softly. Holding hands until we drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was feeling very guilty, and called my husband. I admitted what I had done. He laughed and said he didn’t think I could wait 3 months and knew I would. He said as punishment, we both owed him a blowjob when he got back. I think I got off easy! Alone With Her For The First Time I was alone with Her for the first time. Her voice rumbled softly in my ear, deep and menacing. She spoke slowly. "There is nothing you need to do. Just stand, your hands at your side, and wait. You'll know if you need to do anything. Relax." Her finger starts on your arm, stroking lightly, slowly moving up. Soon you forget about that finger, innocently making its way up your arm distracted by Her other hand, which is capturing your thumbs and pulling them behind your back. Your power goes down a notch. Just as both thumbs are secure your attention it riveted to your throat, and the hand that is slowly closing around it. You don't resist. You knew it would be like this when you squealed, "Yes!" But you are very aware of the woman whose hands are suddenly all over you. Control slips away. Your heart pounds. Until now we'd only held hands, hadn't even kissed. We'd talked. And we'd exchanged massages. I'd been wet for Her more than once. But She never made a move on me, never even tried to kiss me. But last night, on our evening walk, She asked me to be Her lover and I accepted immediately, to my embarrassment. Sexual tension was thick in the air as we entered Her apartment. What, exactly, would She do with me? She stands very close, as if to kiss, our breath mingling, and lips an inch apart. To maintain control She has Her other hand at your throat, holding you firmly against the wall. My thumb against your jaw prevents you from turning to kiss me as I move closer, just missing your lips as I skirt your face on my way to your ear. "Soon I will kiss you, but first you must be properly mounted. Remove your clothes." Never had a woman spoken to you like that before. Deep, authoritative, commanding, sure, and unhurried. She releases you and steps back, watching. I could still say "no," still change my mind. I knew what She wanted. She wanted me to make myself available to Her. Vulnerable to Her. Naked before Her. As She said during that walk in the park, when She titillated me with erotic descriptions of sexual surrender. I chose. I chose between the safe, uninspired sexuality I'd always known, and the heat of submission I have always secretly desired. After a brief hesitation, I walked to center stage and, slowly, began unbuttoning my blouse... Naked now, you stand: exposed, vulnerable, and not as secure in your beauty as you would like. You fold your arms, desperate to retain some shred of decency, but She will not allow it. "Fold your arms behind your back." You realize that She knows exactly what you are doing and feeling... that She intends to strip you of all your defenses, to lay open not only your body but also your mind. Obedience exposes all that you intended to protect. She watches me, considering the exchange of power that has occurred as Her eyes roam freely across you. Gesturing to the bed, She directs you again: "Lie down." Coming over to you She sits, then touches you. Full touch strong enough to move your joints, muscles, and limbs. Light strokes that send chills coursing over you. Gently, firmly, She explores your face, your breasts, your legs, and arms. She even looks closely at your pussy, smells you, but doesn't touch you there. (There, you are virginal and pure...) Slowly, patiently, She moves you to the position She wants you in: On your back, arms raised, legs open, knees up, pillows arranged so your head is thrown back slightly, exposing your neck and thrusting your breasts and hips above the bed. She instructs you to reach down around the outside and pull open your lips, hold yourself open. A perfect slut. And a perfect lover. She does not mount you quickly. She strips as you hold yourself vulnerable. What thoughts fill you as you await Her kiss? She climbs onto the bed and kneel between trembling legs. Stooping down, She breathes hot breath on you, then taste. There is no need to handle you. Softly, gently, just a teasing, wet stroking of your sex, until your breath changes. Then, moving up, Her strap on slides up, then down, parting the lips and finding home, and She pushes. Entering just a little bit. Slowly. A gentle, insistent thrusting, then relaxation of the pressure, but o withdrawal. A little deeper with every push. Opening. Filling. Wanting. Mounting. Whispers of how good you are, how wonderful your gift, how perfectly you open your body. Soon you are filled and my body presses against Her. Still, She doesn't withdraw at all, only push and release. Every thrust now is precious friction. Yet your mounting is hardly over, for there are still other ways She will open you... Fully inside my hips, She instructed me to release my pussy and push my breasts together. Obediently I slide my hands up and made a nest for Her. Soft breasts invited Her and slowly She lay down onto me, our bellies touching before our chests. I felt the wonderful sensuality of Her chest supported by my soft breasts. Her full weight pressed them flat as She took my wrists and pulled my arms over my head, pinning them there. I allowed it without taking my eyes off Her... Breasts taut under my weight, arms raised in submission, She takes both your wrists in Her left hand, freeing Her right, which caresses and strokes you. Her hand never leaves your body. She scratches gently up your side and into the armpit, then slide Her hand onto your throat, linger there, strong and controlling, then slip it under your neck and behind your head. Making a firm fist in your hair She pulls your head up and touches O/our mouths together. She controls every aspect of O/our first kiss and all you need do is surrender yourself, allow it, and enjoy it. As She licks and sucks on you She wraps my arm around the back of your neck and drive down on your shoulders as She thrusts upward. You are as open, as vulnerable, as mounted as a woman can be. Breaths mingle. Eye's lock. "You are mine." And you feel it in every part of you. Whew! How's that for a first kiss! Perhaps you will think of me for a few moments tonight before sleep. Think of me with your knees raised and your arms up see if you can feel me on you... In you... Kissing you... Alone With Her Thoughts Twenty-three year old Stephanie Harris stood against the wall in the center of the mall. A crowd of people watched as the uniformed officer patted her down. She felt slightly nervous. It wasn't as if something like this hadn't happened to her before, but this was more public than she was used to. Without saying a word, the officer pulled her arms behind her back and locked a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. She felt the cold steel as it secured itself around her arms and heard the familiar sound of the cuffs clicking into place. She tugged her wrists against them and found that they were very secure. Still remaining quiet and stern, the officer grabbed her by the crux of her arm and pulled her away from the wall and began leading her through the mall toward the exit. The curious eyes of onlookers still followed them. Despite her nervousness, she managed to flash a smile at one of them who was close to them. "Don't worry," she said. "I look great in orange." "Quiet, you," the officer told her. His grip around her arm tightened and he pulled her along. They reached the exit of the mall where still more people continued to look on. He led her to an unmarked black sedan and helped her into the backseat. He shut the door and climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. "You know," she said, "I wasn't lying. I do look great in orange." He turned back to her and smiled. "I bet you do." She smirked. "It felt so real. Doing that so publicly was incredibly hot." "They're still looking," he replied. "Maintain the illusion." She looked out the window and put on her face as scared of a look as she could muster. Jeff, her "arresting officer," began driving away. "You put these cuffs on like a real pro," she told him. "Palms outward, nice and secure. I feel like Bonnie Parker back here." They drove several miles until Jeff pulled up in front of a hotel. He pulled her out if the car. "Game face back on," he told her. He led her through the lobby of the motel, attracting the eyes of even more curious bystanders. She struggled a bit to make it look real. He led her into the elevator and up to the sixth floor. He walked her down the hall and led her into one of the luxury suites. He locked the door as they entered. "Is this where I get a more thorough search and pat down," she asked. He left her standing by the door as he walked to the bed and turned it back to the sheets. "Come over here," he said, sternly. She walked over to him. She noticed that two pairs of handcuffs hung from the metal headboard. When she reached him, he turned her around and released the handcuffs from her wrists. "Strip down to your panties," he told her. She stepped closer to him. "Just to my panties," she asked, erotically. She pulled the tight t-shirt off of her body and revealed that she was not wearing a bra underneath. Her blonde hair fell back down to her shoulders. She slid her skirt off and stepped out of her heels and stood in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of red satin panties. She smiled. He pushed her to the bed aggressively. She lay on her back, not resisting at all as he pulled each arm, one at a time, above her and locked the handcuffs around her wrists, securing her arms to the headboard. "You certainly know how to get a girl revved up," she said. Jeff bent down and from under the bed, pulled two lengths of silk fabric. She felt herself grow weak as he wordlessly pulled her legs together and used one of the lengths of fabric to tightly bind her ankles together. He then took the second length and bound her legs again just above the knees. "Nice and comfortable," he asked her. She struggled her legs and ankles against the bonds and then nodded. "Mmm hmm," she said. "Your arms, nice and secure?" She tugged against her wrists, the metal of the cuffs clanging against the metal headboard. "I'm not going anywhere," she said. "I don't want to go anywhere." Jeff smiled back at her. "Good. I'll be back in a little while." Her heart stopped. "What," she asked. He smiled at her again. "I'm going to change and go back down to the bar and have a drink. I'll come back for you, I promise." Jeff went into the other room to change clothes. Soon, Stephanie heard the door shut and knew she was alone in the room. She struggled against her bonds a little bit more. She didn't really want to get free. She just didn't know what else to do. She'd been bound and fucked in a similar way before, but never left alone like this. She knew for Jeff that this was just more foreplay. She'd thought it would end with the exhibition at the mall, but apparently he had something else in mind. And she had to admit, it was pretty hot. Lying here like this, completely unable to go anywhere, only able to think about the pleasure that would come when Jeff returned...it made her wet just thinking about it. She turned her head and looked up. Jeff hadn't been cheap. He hadn't bought handcuffs with those little quick-release levers. These were real handcuffs, the kind real police officers used. And she was sure Jeff had kept the keys way away from her. She licked her lips in anticipation, thinking about exactly what he would do to her when he returned. She wondered how long he would be gone, how long he would make her wait. Her mind even began to think about why she liked things like this so much: why she liked being handcuffed, tied up, bound, and all of that. Something about letting a man do all of the work, putting everything completely in his hands, just made her feel an indescribable feeling of excitement. The minutes passed and each one seemed longer than the previous one. She found herself beginning to breathe deeper, feeling pleasure coming from the sheer anticipation. She began to thrust her hips up and down, gradually, imagining him there with his cock deep inside of her. She felt her panties begin to soak. Out of habit, she attempted to reach her hand down to slide her fingers inside of herself, but found her hands still secured above her. Despite her bonds, she continued to thrust her hips up and down, feeling even more of her fluids pour out of her, soaking her panties. She heard the door open and then close again. Jeff walked back into the room. "How long have you been gone," she asked, breathing deeply. "About a half an hour," he replied. He began to undress. Her heart pounded as she saw his cock and he climbed on top of her. "Have you been a good prisoner while I've been gone," he asked. "I've been very naughty," she said. "The thoughts that have run through my mind." He slid her panties down to the silk fabric that bound her knees. "Enough foreplay," he said. He lay down on top of her, sliding his dick into her tight, wet pussy. An enormous scream of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt him enter him, and she met his entrance as she thrust her hips upward, thankful that this time there was something between her legs. He bounced against her, slamming his cock against her insides. Her arms involuntarily tugged at her restraints. Deep inside of her, she felt an explosion as she came. "OH YES!" she cried. He wasn't done yet. His hands moved all over her as he slid in and out of her, his dick rock hard. She wanted his cum all over her, inside of her. She wanted everything. And she could tell that he was about to finish. She cried out again as she felt his cum rush through her. Her body convulsed, her arms and legs pulling against her bonds, wanting to hold him deep inside her, to wrap her legs around his waist. He pulled out and lay next to her on the bed. Her breathing was still deep but was leveling off. He reached up and unlocked the handcuffs and then untied her legs. Her hands reached down and felt the remaining wetness on her pussy. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. She smiled. She picked up the silk fabric in her hands and an idea crossed her mind. She slid her panties off of her ankles. When Jeff came back into the room, her legs were bound again and she had handcuffed herself back to the bed. Her panties were stuffed into her mouth, gagging her. She had written a note and placed it covering her pussy. "TAKE ME AGAIN!" Alone With Herself Strolling through the empty house, lights all turned off the sunlight streaming in the windows like a nymph playing Nimira is restless. A longing thrums in her veins as she struggles for something to occupy her time while Master is away. Dishes are cleaned, the house as He likes it. She aches but for what she cannot place a finger upon it. Sighing softly she boots up her computer, her friend when He is not available, and logs onto her favorite reading site. A smile plays upon her lips as she scrolls through the newest erotica posted. A little reading and perhaps she can at least fall into a slumber with dreams of what may happen in the near future when Master returns. Nimira begins reading but mostly glancing through the stories of the usual BDSM and D/s. Quite a few of them bring fond memories to her mind of nights and days with her Master. Further down the page she moves till she spies a story of possible interest to her. It is in the category of BDSM. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she moans as she is already squirming in the chair with the memories brought forth from other readings. "Now this looks interesting," she says whispering to the moonlight and no one else. Clicking the mouse to open the story she settles in to her chair Indian style and begins reading. It is a story of a submissive alone just as she is. It is a rainy day and she is expecting no one to come to her this day so she decided to "play." There is no rain for Nimira but the story sparks deep within her being. She had never dreamed of doing what this one does but is game for something new. With her heart beating faster she logs off and goes to prepare for the evening she hopes will bring her to that special place only a submissive can go. Nimira clears her large walk in closet of any floor items, then hangs a dark sheet all around the shelving to block out the clothing that sways and may distract her thoughts. Pawing through the chest that sits at the foot of the bed holding all her bondage gear and other toys she grasps onto the keyring (it's duplicate hiding in Master's night stand drawer). The locks are all keyed the same so she chooses the ones that belong to the one key she now holds in her hand tied to a long strong string. With a shiver she places the key and most of the string into a small but not too small container of ice cubes and water before placing it into the freezer to seal her fate later this evening. Stepping lightly as if walking on air she moves to her bedroom and gathers the items she will need for this new endeavor. Removing her self created chastity belt of purple marbled leather, inflatable/vibrating dildo, medium cock shaped butt plug, K-Y, the locks she had pulled out earlier, and her various restraints, blindfold. She places these all on the floor in the now darkened closet. Needing to bide more time for the key to properly freeze she moves to the bath to shower and make her body smooth as silk. Nimira steps into the shower stall letting the warm water cascade down her skin sighing softly as the heat relaxes her muscles letting her think of only what she is about to do. Pouring a dollop of vanilla scented bath soap onto the pouf she lathers her skin until only the barest hint of her tanned flesh can be seen between the mounds of soap. Her fingers caress her nipples tugging and pinching them slightly. Her hand trails down to her sex slipping around her clit and lips she shudders with even those light touches. "My god I can not be this excited and lose control already" she says breathily. She rinses herself off after shaving her legs and pussy until there is not a hair to be felt or seen. Nimira steps out and dries herself off with His towel inhaling His scent that lingers even now. A smile plays across her soft wet lips as her pussy contracts and pulses with the scent of Him. "Master do come home soon Yours needs You so badly"!! Still there is a few hours at least before she can begin her adventure inspired by reading. She goes and prepares a light dinner of fruit and salad. Nimira settles in on the couch to watch some television and eat to distract her and ease her nerves. Stretching and purring catlike as the moonlight streams over Nimira's naked body she sits up like a cat bolting from a loud noise and rubs her sleepy eyes before realizing that the time has come to begin. With eyes open and glittering she moves to the kitchen the tile cold upon her feet and retrieves the key nestled in its icy prison. Just as she is about to imprison herself. Giddy with abandon she slides into her room turning on only a bedside lamp that will filter under the door to the closet her soon to be cell of pleasure/pain and opens the door. Walking in she picks up a length of chain attaching it to the far shelving with a lock and ties the loose end of the key string above it letting it dangle. Her eyes dart over the objects laying on the floor and realizes she has forgotten two items those of pain more than pleasure and rushes out to retrieve her nipple clamps and the clothespin. "Okay I can do this, if I don't like it I shan't try it again but who knows unless..." said with determination. An impish grin upon her sweet face Nimira coats her butt plug liberally with the jelly and her tight little rosebud. Her juices already forming a slick coating upon her pussy as she thinks and prepares. Bending down to all fours she slips the plug in gasping as it fills her most intimate hole. She turns and looks at the ice just beginning to shine as it starts to melt she quickens her pace not wanting to lose one more moment than necessary being bound and totally helpless. Yes this is what brings her to the edge time and time again but this twist of doing it to herself is just so damn kinky even she cannot believe she is doing it. Picking up the inflatable dildo she slides it up and down her wetness and with a flick of her wrist it is buried deep inside her pussy. The fullness of both holes being stuffed is incredible in itself, her body shakes with a small orgasm. "Mmmm yesssssssss," she sighs to herself as she places the cuffs on her ankles and wrists with shaking hands. Kneeling she takes a deep breath and clips her ankle together then places the clips on her hardened nipples groaning as they bite into her tender flesh tugging as she lets the chain drop. "Ohhhhhhh." Nimira picks up her chastity belt she has made and places it around her hips and draws the belt between her pussy and asscheeks connecting it in the back and locking it in place. The deep Y design of the belt holds in the plug and dildo firmly keeping the in place but yet exposing her clit that is pulsing in the air like a little cock waiting to be stroked or kissed. There will be no kissing or stroking this little clitcock tonight she thinks as she places the clothespin over it letting the pin send tremors throughout her body and rivulets of moisture out her pussy as she moans in sweet agony. Pulling gently on the string attached to the clothespin she ties it off to her ankles giving herself a bit of give to rise later on and relieve some tension upon her knees but with each rise she will pull on her clit sending jolts of pain/pleasure to her. With trembling hands she reaches down between her legs and places the bulb to her dildo between her feet and inflates it once while turning the vibrations on medium. The ice has left a wet cold trail down the sheet behind there is no more time to go slowly if she is to enjoy the full effects of this night. With one last look around she leans forward pulling the door shut to her self made cell and locks her cuffs together with a small length of chain and places the blindfold upon her eyes. There is total silence except the final clicking of the last lock that will keep her here with her ass and pussy stuffed, clamps biting her tender nipples and clit pleasure and pain with each movement of her small body until the ice melts or god forbid He come home and find her to release her and then most likely punish her. Raising her cuffed hand above her head she clicks the lock shut feeling the icy water begin to slide down her skin and awaits her fate as the toys begin their magic upon her helpless body... This is my first submission to Literotica. My thanks to Orion Quest for the inspiration. Readers if Y/you would like more or have ideas on how to end Nimira's night feel free to email me. My story is copyrighted however it is here simply for reading and enjoying just as I read and enjoy the rest of the erotica on here.