0 comments/ 56274 views/ 2 favorites A New Tale By: deadly I enter the apartment and my heart begins to race with anticipation what goodies I might find. I go straight for your bedroom and look around at its contents. Your sleep shirt is laid on the bed with a pair of green silk panties on the floor in front of it. Now I turn and go towards the walk in closet in your bedroom. Here I find it full of all different styles of clothing and shoes. In one corner you have all of you intimate apparel hanging so they do not wrinkle. Here is everything from satin nighties, silk chemises, and silk slips. As I gaze over it all I imagine each article with you inside of it. I make myself leave this haven and go to venture into your bathroom to see what I can find in there. A big garden tub lies in the middle of the bathroom surrounded by mirrors and small candles all along the edge of the tub. In a corner you have all of your bath soaps and bath salts and a fluffy body sponge hanging from the water spigot. I close my eyes and I can see you soaking in the tub submerged in bubbles as surrounded with a warm glow from the candles. What was that I heard? A sound brought me back down to earth, the sound of you coming through the door. I can hear you start talking on the phone as I seek a place of refuge. Just as I get hidden in your closet you come strolling in the bedroom with the cordless phone in hand. I am surrounded by what appears to be winter clothes so I hope I am safe from exposure. I peek out and see you taking off your shoes as you tell someone you took off from work early since everything was caught up and that you will meet them at a quarter until seven and then hang up. I look down at my watch and it is only two o'clock now. Gazing upon you, you reach behind you and start unzipping your long skirt. My eyes are riveted to the zipper and it sounds so loud in my ears as the zipper reaches the bottom of the track. Then, I watch as the skirt just cascades down your lovely legs. Now that leaves you are standing there in your blouse and white thigh high stockings. Your legs look so nice wrapped in silk. You move over to a small vanity table with mirror and start to brush out you hair. Finished, you start unbuttoning you blouse as you move towards the closet. Now I can hear my heart beating in my ears as you are just a mere foot or two away from me. My nostrils are getting filled with the scent of your shoes and the smell of your body, oh it is a a heavenly mix indeed. As you are walking out of the closet you finish unbuttoning your blouse and shrug it off of your shoulders. Now you are standing there in matching off white bran and panties and your stockings. My eyes roam over every exposed piece of flesh drinking in the marvelous site before me. To my great joy you undo your bra and shrug it off and lay it down with your blouse. With your back to me I watch as you rub on your breast, relaxing them from being out of their confinements. You move into the bathroom where you turn the water on and begin to fill up the tub. While the tub is filling you light all the candles around the tub. Then you sit in the glow of all of those candles and begin to roll your stockings down your gorgeous legs. You stand up and start removing your panties now. You stop. You come back towards the bedroom and go to the radio and turn it on so that is playing some soft, sensual instrumental music. You turn with your back to the closet and slowly peel you panties off. You are so close I can smell your sweet musk as your panties disappear from your legs. Now, I am hard as a rock after witnessing the show you just put on to my peeping eyes. While you climb into the tub I unzip my pants and pull my cock out so it can breath and throb instead of being cramped up. I begin to lightly stroke my cock as I watch you lather soap all over your body. Then after you have rinsed off you raise a lovely leg from out of the water and start shaving your legs. After you finish your legs you move out of the water and sit on the edge of the tub and begin to shave you pubic area naked. You pull the stopper to drain the tub and begin to run some fresh, hot water back in with some bath salts to soak in. I watch as you sink to below the bubbles that have now filled the tub. I look on as you run your hands all over your body. Start massaging on your neck and then your move down and rub your breast and then along your stomach and I follow your hands as they roam all over your legs. As your hands float all over your body my hand is massaging my cock vigorously. You move back up to your breast and rub them hard and I see you rock your head from side to side in pleasure, that gesture brings some precum to the tip of my cock and I use it as some lube as I start to fist my cock faster. To my relief you slowly stand in the tub and reach out and grab a towel to start drying off. This gives me a chance to slow down and regain my composure some, your bath show had me on the brink of and orgasm. You saunter back into the bathroom, dropping the towel at the door of the bathroom. You go and sit on the edge of the bed next to your night stand and open a drawer and pull out somebody powder and a little duster. After getting a little powder on the duster you lay back on the bed and begin to dust your body. I notice you have situated your self on the bed so that your feet are facing straight in my direction only your legs are spread open already. You start out running the little feather around your neck and across your shoulders and then down across your breast, on to your stomach and your sides, you sit up in the bed and move it down one leg and foot and then move over to the other foot and move up that leg. Laying back down, the duster trails to between you legs where you run it lightly over your puffy, naked mound and swollen lips. You linger here longer than you had elsewhere and to my amazement you drop the duster and begin to run your fingers over you womanhood. My cock is back to it full, raging hardness now as I watch you slide a finger in between your pretty pink lips. I start massaging it again as your middle finger is enveloped by your eager hole and your other hand is playing with your rock hard nipple. You are rubbing you hand so that it drags across your clitty each time it comes in and out of your cunt. You bring your other hand down and use it to start rubbing on your clit all the time as I watch you insert another finger into you wet hole. You are so hot and wet I see your juices running out from around your fingers. My hand is moving faster and squeezing on my cock harder as a trickle of precum leaks out of the head. Your hand is moving faster on your clit as your fingers piston in and out of your hole and a steady pace. The room is filled with moans of passion and the sweet smell of your sex is filling my nostrils driving me mad with lust. Your hips begin to rise from the bed as you thrust and rub harder indicating your orgasm is nearing. That is good cause I can feel my cum starting to rise from my balls as mine is pending also. My eyes are glued to your hand and hips as they rise and fall and then you moan out oh yes, oh god, I am gonna cum. The sweet sound of your voice saying those naughty words drive me over the brink. I am going to cum with you, I grab a pair of pantyhose from the floor and cove the head of my cock as the first spurt of cum shoots out. I watch you as your legs tremble and body shivers as the splendid rapture overtakes your body too. Your fingers slowly move as your juices soak the sheet beneath you as your pantyhose capture all of my hot cum. You relax and enjoy the post orgasmic bliss that has come over you before you drag yourself out of the bed to get ready to go out. Watching you dress is just as an exquisite site as it was to watch you undress. Dressed and ready to go you head out of the bedroom. I hear you as you pick up your keys and open the door. There is a pause, I wait anxiously and hear you say, "See you around sometime." The door shuts. Was that meant for me, had she seen me? When I felt it was safe I grabbed up the soiled hosiery and headed out he door, my mind and heart racing a hundred miles an hour. A New Talent Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help with this. This is a follow on to the story Adventures in Sexting * The entire drive back to her dorm Carrie could not stop touching the rolled up paper Carl had given her. The tryst with Carl at the Valentine's Day dance had started out as a sympathy fuck, but she was beginning to like him. His artistic ability made him a bit more intriguing. She had almost told him that he could use his artwork to get laid, that being an artist would get him a lot more ass than being a bookworm, but she did not. He was her toy right now. Carrie had never had this much control over another person. Carl certainly wasn't boyfriend material, but she could find a use for him. Alone in his room Carl could not stop thinking about Carrie. He glanced at his desk.The phone sat motionless, despite Carl's wish that it would ring or beep with some communication from Carrie. He had told himself that once she got back to her college she would probably forget about him as a sea of older, more attractive and more interesting men swallowed her up. Carl knew he should stop obsessing over her and move on. Any kind of relationship with his best friend's sister was probably a bad idea. He forced himself to pick up a science journal and start reading. The text seemed even drier than it usually did. The drawing was a little too accurate to hang on the wall where everyone could see it. Carrie was not ashamed of her body, but she wasn't ready to put it on display for anyone that walked into the room either. She found herself wishing that it wasn't quite so apparent that she was the model for the drawing, and at the same time she was flattered that Carl had put so much effort into it. She finally decided she would hang it on the back side of her closet door once she framed it. Just sticking a tack through the paper seemed wrong. Carrie sat on her bed and turned on the TV. An installment of the Lord of the Rings trilogy was on. She had seen it in the theater and once was enough. Carl and Daniel were big fans of both the movies and the books. The two of them would dress up like characters from the series and go to conventions. They would return excitedly talking about panel discussions and of the women that dressed up. Carrie was pretty sure at each of them had gigabytes of pictures of women in tight fitting costumes from the various movies in the trilogy. Even though it wasn't that late she was dressed for bed, wearing a large T shirt and panties. Carrie unpacked her clothes, then sent a picture from her phone to Carl, a simple head shot of her smiling. She lay back on her bed and drifted off to sleep. No matter what he did, thoughts of Carrie kept creeping back into his train of thought. Reading science fiction only made him dream of zero gravity sex with Carrie. No matter what academic topic Carl delved into, somehow Carrie wormed herself into the subject. His phone chirped with Carrie's ringtone and he picked it up, prepared to scold her for not using the burner phone. Carl was both relieved and disappointed at the image on the screen. Carrie looked at him with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. For reasons he could not explain Carl knew what the next picture of Carrie would be. He picked up his tablet computer and began to create the background even before he knew what the complete image would look like. Carrie was roused from her unintended slumber, the expression on her face turning from a smile to a pout. She had been in the midst of a sexy dream. Much to her chagrin it had been in Middle Earth, deep in the woods near a waterfall. She had been taken prisoner and was bound, gagged and blindfolded as eager hands and mouths explored her body. Carrie realized her entire body was damp with perspiration, and that she was even wetter between her legs. Feeling like she should share her euphoria Carrie dug the burner phone out of her bag and entered the security code. She peeled off her clothing and began to take pictures. She was careful to keep her face out of the frame. When she was done she scrolled though the images, deleting a few that did not serve her purposes and then sent them to Carl. Carl was so focused on his artwork that he almost did not hear the phone beep. It was the burner phone; there were no personalized ring tones on it. For security reasons it was as generic as possible. Ring tones were also unnecessary; only one person had the number for it. The first picture was taken at arm's length and a high angle. He could see the back of her head, her shoulder and curve of her breast. The pictures seemed intended to tease him. The images of her breast stopped just short of showing her nipples. There were pictures of her ass and thighs, and a single picture of her hand covering the junction of her legs. Carl did not need the pictures to know what Carrie looked like naked; he had much more explicit images in his head. What he took from the pictures was that Carrie wanted him to see her nude body. He went through the series, pausing on each image and using his memory to fill in the spots that her camera angle had hidden from him. Carl made note of the props Carrie had used in the pictures and imagined the expression on her face. It was Wednesday when Carrie decided to check her mailbox. She was a bit disappointed she had not heard anything from Carl after she sent him the pictures. Maybe he was disappointed that they were not that explicit. She opened her small mailbox. Stuffed in with all the junk mail was cardboard tube. She pulled it out and noticed it was from Carl. She shut the box without removing anything else and went directly back to her room. She opened the mailing tube, it contained a two medium sized prints. The first was a reproduction of Jules-Joseph Lefebvre ' Chloe, but with Carrie's body in the same pose . The second was more of the fantasy genre. Carl had drawn her as a nearly naked eleven archer. He had drawn her with some kind of chain mail armor, but it may as well have been a bra and panties for all it covered. There was a bow slung over her shoulder and a quiver of arrows hanging from her hip. The drawing gave her some ideas, but they would have to wait. She had less than an hour before the cute guy that had been helping her with algebra was meeting her at a party. Carrie opened her closet and began to pick out an outfit. She glanced at Carl's artwork one more time, then rolled it up and put it back in the tube. It was two in the morning on a Saturday when Carl heard the phone beep. That it woke him up was a bit surprising, the volume was at its lowest setting. He flipped the phone open; the display showed a message from Carrie's burn phone. It was just text. 'I'm still horny; I want a picture of your big hard cock to get me off' It took less than thirty seconds for Carl's erection to reach its full stiffness after reading Carrie's message. He advanced to the next message. She was holding her breasts together with one arm, lifting them and forcing them against each other. He could see her nipples were swollen and erect. The image included her open mouth, but cut off right below her nose. Carl wished she was in his room so he could slid his cock between her mouth until it was wet and slippery and then fuck her tits until he came. The sound of his pounding heart echoed in his head as he advanced to the next picture. It was an image of her pussy. Her labia were wet and distended. He concluded that she must have been playing with herself or a using a toy. Slowly it dawned on Carl that she might have also just finished fucking some guy. He stared at the image, looking for a stream of cum dripping out of her wet slit, but the camera phone did not provide that level of detail. The phone beeped again. It was another text message. 'I need your cock, please show me your fucking cock' Carl pulled down his shorts and exposed his erection. He took several pictures with the phone, each time he got a little more excited. He did not care if she was alone or with some guy. He did not care if she just wanted to show off to her girlfriends and tell them about the geek with the big dick. She asked for his cock and he wanted to give it to her. Carl scrolled though the images and picked the best one then pressed Send. Then he scrolled back to the picture of her wet snatch. If he transferred the image to his computer there would be more detail and the picture would be a lot bigger, but Carl did not want to wait. He put the phone on his bed and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion, then squirted the cream into his hand until a puddle formed in his palm. When Carl looked at the picture he imagined her pushing another man away, his erection rapidly fading to its flaccid state. Carl's lotion coated hand stood in for her cum soaked pussy. He was going to get sloppy seconds, and she was going to get his big cock. Carl squeezed his throbbing erection tightly, imagining that her previous lover had only been a fraction of his own impressive girth. It only took a few strokes before Carl felt his orgasm building. He wanted her to know what it felt like to be fucked by a big cock. Carl imagined her begging him to fill her with cum. That thought caused his orgasm to explode, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the floor. Even after the last drop splashed into the puddle Carl kept stroking, he did not stop for almost two minutes. It was only because the image of Carrie's pussy vanished with another message arrived that he stopped 'Did you come?' Carl awkwardly typed a reply with his left hand; his right was still covered in cum. Yes Her response appeared seconds later. Show me. Carl snapped two pictures, one of his still hard cock, cum dripping from the tip. The second picture was of the puddle of cum on the floor. When the picture of Carl's erection appeared on the screen of her phone Carrie put her hand between her legs. She had limited herself to playing with her tits while she toyed with Carl. She was impressed with the results of her efforts, and Carl's. The picture of the floor showed several long streaks of cum on the floor. The picture of his cock was equally impressive. Carl's fingers were barely able to contain his girth. Carrie looked at her own hand, wondering how many of her fingers it would take to equal the circumference of Carl's throbbing erection. Slipping off her bed and on to the floor, Carrie set the phone on the mattress. She leaned forward, resting her shoulders on the edge of the bed. Her breasts hung free and she spread her thighs apart. The thin carpet did not provide much padding for her knees, but she did not mind. With one hand she stroked her dripping wet pussy, with the other she tugged on one of her erect nipples. She wondered if Carl knew she had just fucked another man. He was in one of her classes and she had feigned difficulty with the subject matter to get him to tutor her. He had been adequate, but was no match for Carl as a lover or as a tutor. Carrie's eyes focused on the phone. As she rubbed her labia she imagined Carl behind her, getting ready to fuck her doggie style. She fantasized that Carl's thick cock was rubbing against her cheeks, menacing her tight ass with his girth. Someday she would be ready to let Carl fuck her in the ass, but tonight she wanted him between her legs. "Mmmmm, are you ready to fuck my wet cunt," she moaned to herself. She felt especially slutty tonight, masturbating after fucking her classmate. She considered digging a toy out of the box under her bed, but decided to use her hand instead. She wanted to feel her pussy when she climaxed. Starting with just one finger she pushed it into her pussy as far as she could. It was still wet with cum. The prudent thing would have been to make him wear a condom, but she wanted the visceral feel of his orgasm. She liked sex to be messy, rubbers were just too tidy. Carrie inserted a second finger. Now there was an appreciable amount of friction as she thrust her hand into her wet slit. Carrie continued to stare at the image on the screen. She wished Carl was actually in the room. She wanted his cock buried deep in her pussy, much deeper than her fingers could reach. Carrie pressed the palm of her hand against her mound, grinding it down towards her clitoris. The sloppy wet sound of her fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina filled the otherwise silent room. "Make me come baby, make me come. Give me that thick, hard cock and make me come," she moaned. Talking dirty was one thing she rarely had the nerve to do with another person. Carrie almost always kept her monologue in her head. The few times she had uttered a few words she had done so very softly. She doubted her partner had heard it over his own moaning. Carrie forced a third finger in between her labia. It limited the depth of her thrusts, but she felt much fuller. It was that sense of fullness that pushed her over the edge. The movement of her hand slowed and finally stopped. When her breathing returned to normal Carrie took one final picture. It showed three fingers of her hand pressed between her lips, dripping wet. She sent the image to Carl, then turned off the phone and removed the battery. She was done, at least for tonight. Tomorrow her roommate would be back and she would have to be a bit more discreet about how she enjoyed Carl's gifts. She looked at the drawing of her as an elven archer. It deserved to be seen. Tomorrow she would buy a frame for it. Carrie slipped between the sheets of her bed, still naked, and drifted off to sleep. The next day Carrie came back to her dorm after a shopping trip, shutting the door to her room and tossing the bag onto her bed. She was not certain how long her roommate would be gone, so she knew she had to work quickly. It was early afternoon on a Tuesday, so Chloe was supposed to be in class. There was just enough of the afternoon sunlight leaking through the closed mini blinds for what Carrie had in mind. She stripped off her T shirt and dropped it on the floor. Her bra followed seconds later. Carrie ran her hands over her skin, trying to smooth out the lines the constricting garment had caused. She kicked off her shoes and slid her shorts off, but left her thong on. The bag contained a pair of handcuffs. They were not cheesy sex shop handcuffs with tacky pink feathers. These were the real thing. She had purchased them at a shop that catered to law enforcement and security companies. Knowing that they were designed to hold someone considered a danger to society made the silver bracelets somewhat menacing. They certainly did not feel like toys. The metal cuffs had a satisfying weight to them. The bag also contained a cheap silk scarf. Carrie laid the two items out on the bed and then retrieved her burner phone from its hiding place. Before continuing her mission Carrie paused to look at herself in the mirror. She could see her nipples were already erect. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and then pressed them together. Various poses ran through her mind. The camera phone was convenient, but it was not really designed for self-portraits. There was no self-timer and no way to put it on a tripod. Today's project required a real camera, and she had come up with a way to use one that would make Carl proud of her. With the camera perched on its tripod Carrie slowly closed the first handcuff around her wrist. She looked at her desk, checking to be certain the key was still there. Her roommate was opened minded, but Carrie did not want to explain why she was nearly naked and handcuffed, not today at least. Satisfied she had a way to release herself she fastened the second cuff. Even though she was alone she felt nervous and excited. She pressed the button on the camera that started the self-timer. The red light began to flash and Carrie struck her first pose. The light began to flash faster, and then stopped. The camera was set to silent, so there was no click or beep to indicate the picture had been taken. Carrie reviewed the image, and then repeated the processes with her second pose. The procedure was the same every time, prep, pose, shoot, review. In less than an hour she had exactly what she wanted. She removed the handcuffs and tossed them on the desk. The handcuffs hit the top of the desk with a loud clatter. The room had been almost silent for the entire photo shoot and the noise startled her. Carrie quickly put the clothes back on and then put the handcuff in the box under her bed with the other naughty toys. Then she plugged the camera into her computer and completed her plan. The sound of a key in the lock caught her attention. Less than a minute earlier she had been looking at a picture of her breasts on the computer, but now she was trying to decide where to hang Carl's drawing of her as an elf warrior princess. Carrie turned her head to the door just in time to see her roommate Chloe walk in. Chloe was short and a bit stocky. If Carl were to draw a similar picture for her it would most likely be as a dwarf. Her hair was short and spiked and today it was purple. The color of Chloe's hair changed frequently. Despite her unconventional appearance Chloe was surprisingly average in her likes and dislikes. "You look like such a badass in the picture," Chloe said, admiring Carl's artwork. "You don't think it's too much, I'm practically naked," Carrie replied. "You say that like it's a bad thing," Chloe said, "and honestly your swimsuit is more revealing." "I don't see you putting up a picture like this," Carrie retorted. "I don't have talented admirers," Chloe answered. "I'm pretty sure I could arrange a sitting. Carl could probably work from some pictures, but he would probably need to meet you once to decide what kind of character to make you," Carrie offered. "Probably a troll," Chloe replied. "I don't know about that. Seriously, if you are interested I could probably convince Carl to visit us some day," Carrie suggested. Perhaps Chloe could go costume shopping and allow her some alone time with Carl in the room. "Okay, set it up. But I decide if the drawing ends up on the wall," Chloe said. Carl fished the phone out of his pocket. It had become a prized possession. If it was not in his pocket it was safely hidden, buried in a drawer under a pile of obsolete electronics. As an additional precaution he only kept a few images on the phone, the rest were safely stored away on an encrypted hard drive. He checked the phone twice a day for new messages and pictures, and he was always alone when he did it. Today the phone indicated it had a single message. Carl put in the security code and tapped on the screen. The text message contained a web address and one word, measurements. Carl closed the door to his room and typed the characters into his browser. A screen appeared asking him to log in with an email address and a password. He used the email address of the phone. In the password line he typed in 38-26-36C. His efforts were rewarded by a list of files. The first was a text file titled Read Me first-You will be impressed. The rest of the files were image files. Carl downloaded each file and then with great effort he resisted the temptation to ignore the text file. He opened it first. Before you bitch at me about your precious OpSec, let me tell you what I have done. 1. All images have been deleted from the camera 2 The memory card has been wiped and formatted, twice. 3. Each file is encrypted. The password is idrawnakedpeople I could not work with the camera phone for this. I hope this complies with your requirements. Carl smiled. He was impressed she had used the phrase OpSec, short for Operational Security. She had done well. He opened the first image. Carries breasts filled his screen. Her hands cupped them, but her nipples protruded from between her fingers. Her wrists were bound together with a pair of silver handcuffs. Carl felt his cock begin to swell. This was not the first time he had seen a bondage picture. In fact he had seen hundreds for bondage pictures. He had seen videos as well, and not just of women tied up in submissive positions. He had seen them humiliated. But until this moment he had never found them arousing. But seeing Carrie essentially offering herself to him produced a very different response than any other picture in the genre. A New Talent He opened the next image. It was of the back of her head. Her hands, still cuffed together, held her hair up, revealing the nape of her neck. She looked vulnerable. He could also see a band of cloth tied around her head, it was positioned to act as a gag. Just below her hairline Carl saw a tattoo, it was some kind of kanji character. He did not remember Carrie having a tattoo the last time he saw her in person, but it might have been hidden by her hair. Carl brought up a search engine on the computer. His fingers tapped on the keyboard has he tried different techniques to find a match for the image. After a few minutes his efforts were rewarded. It was the Japanese character for prisoner. Carl's erection strained against his pants as his mind ran wild with the possibilities suggested by Carrie's pictures. He opened the next picture. She was facing the camera and was on her knees. Her head was lowered and her arms were at her sides. Carrie's voluptuous breasts were pressed together by her upper arms. Her hands rested on her thighs and the silver chain of the handcuffs stretched across her mound. Carl tapped the keyboard and enlarged the image. He could see that her nipples were erect and swollen. His cock ached at the sight of her naked body. All kinds of ideas for what kind of art he could create flooded into Carl's mind, but he was too aroused to put a brush to canvas or charcoal to paper. He hoped that just a fraction of the ideas would stay with him, but at this moment he needed release. Carl stood up and kicked the chair away, then sank to his knees. He fumbled with the zipper of his shorts but managed to pull his cock out. He scanned the desk for something to lubricate his hand with. There was nothing except a small tub of lip balm. There was probably a bottle of lotion or lube in his room somewhere, but he did not want to move away from the image on the screen, he did not want to interrupt his fantasy. Carl opened the container and dug out the content, then smeared it onto his palm. Wrapping his hand around the engorged head of his cock Carl began to stroke up and down. He imagined Carrie in front of his, exactly as she was in the picture. He had one hand on her head and the other on his cock. He pushed her head down until he felt her soft lips press against the tip of his throbbing erection. At first she refused to open her mouth. He pushed down harder on her head, but she continued to refuse him admittance to the nirvana waiting just past her lips. Carl imagined releasing his erection and pressing his thumb against Carrie's chin, forcing her mouth open and then pushing her head down. In both his fantasy and reality Carl could already feel his orgasm building. His rational mind told him to slow down, to apply the volumes of information he had read about tantric sex. But primal forces took control of both his fantasy and his hand. He imagined grabbing a handful of Carries hair. The image of the prisoner character became visible as he tightened his grip. Carl's hand moved up and down. He imagined Carrie's head bobbing in front of his as his cock side in and out of her mouth. Each time he pulled her mouth off his erection she made a whimpering sound, but when he looked down at her he imagined her nipples were still swollen and the skin on her breasts was flushed red with excitement. He pushed her head down until he felt his cock pressing against the back of her throat. Carrie was making a gagging noise. Carl pulled her head up; he preferred the feel of her lips and tongue on his cock to the deep recesses of her mouth. He began to move faster. Precum began to bubble out of his dick, mixing with the lip balm and making it slicker. Carl imagined Carrie was moaning now, the sound and feel of her voice was driving him towards his climax at breakneck speed. Carl tensed his muscles, trying to hold himself right on the edge of orgasm. He looked down at the swollen cock with its purplish head. The combination of lip balm and precum gave it an odd sheen. Carl looked back at the picture of Carrie. She was naked and helpless, his to do with as he pleased. Just as his orgasm overwhelmed his efforts to hold it back Carl clamped his hand around the head of his cock, imagining it was Carrie's soft mouth. He felt the hot stream of cum jet out. It was filling his hand just as it filled Carrie's mouth in his fantasy. The skin of his cock head became so sensitive he had to relax his grip. Carl continued to stare at the image on the screen until his penis was limp. It refused to return to a completely flaccid state, retaining much of the thickness of its erect state. Carl dug an old T shirt out of a drawer and mopped up the mess he had made, then tucked his cock back into his pants and sat down at the desk. He could not resist looking at the rest of the pictures, despite the fact that he would not be able to fully appreciate them for at least ten more minutes. The next picture was a full frontal of Carrie's nearly naked body. It started right below her knees and ended just above her mouth. She was wearing a wisp of a thong and a narrow band was wrapped around her breasts. It served to cover her nipples and press them together. Carl wished his dick was hard again; he wanted to jack off thinking about fucking Carrie's tits. He could see the outline of her erect nipples poking through the sheer material. His eyes continued up the image slowly, almost like he was examining every pixel on the screen. A second strip of material covered Carries mouth. Just as the third image appeared on the screen Carl's phone rang. He glanced at the picture. Carrie was reclined on her bed. She still had the thong on, but her breasts were now bare. The image cut off below her mouth, so he did not know if she still had the gag. Laid across her stomach were two items. A riding crop and a flogger. The ringing of the phone stalled Carl's fantasy. He looked at the display, the caller ID showed Carrie's number. He realized she had probably received some kind of notification that he had downloaded the files. Carl picked up the phone. "I'm impressed," he said. "With the pictures or with my awesome field craft?" Carrie replied. "Both," Carl answered. "So which one made you come?" she asked confidently. "The one with the tattoo," Carl answered. "Okay, then my part is done. I will expect something from you, something equally creative and something that will make me come. Now get to work," Carrie said sternly. Carl heard the phone click. The call was over and he had his orders. He glanced at the image on the screen for a few moments then shut down the computer. He grabbed his sketchpad and headed out the door. Carl knew just where to go to complete his task.