2 comments/ 10055 views/ 0 favorites Shelia and Thomas By: Giln Chapter 1 -- Shelia and Thomas Meet It was late at night and Shelia was lonely. After dumping her boyfriend two months ago, for cheating, she had finally gotten over the "all men are dogs" theory and wanted to simply have someone appreciate her for her. Not wanting to just meet someone at a bar she had started complaining to her girlfriends about there not being any good men left. With their agreement she sank deeper into her loneliness. Work was always the same. There was Mark in Marketing, this made her laugh each time she said it out loud, who would hit on her occasionally. In his mid forties and balding, not her type. Of course the mail delivery boy Steve stuttered each time she said hello. This made her smile too. A warm, heart felt smile for such a nice boy, not someone to whom she felt even remotely attracted. Life seemed a simple repeat of each day. Weekends however, were always an option... Thomas had been looking for someone with whom he could share his sexual fantasizes. He had in mind a "sex buddy" he could explore all his kinky and fetish thoughts. He wanted that perfect woman who was non-judgmental, trustworthy and sexy. One problem, he was too shy to actually approach someone. This caused frustration at first, but Thomas realized the thought of someone was often enough. To get the boost needed, Thomas would go to public places. The mall, movie theaters and restaurants pick a woman and build an entire fantasy around her. Once he got home he would continue the fantasy until he finally found release. Of course, one day, Thomas saw Shelia. Shelia had all but given up hope of finding someone to love her. She had tried a one-night stand only to change her mind at the guy's apartment. His disappointment punctuated by cursing and words like "tease" and "slut" and "cunt". Shelia was done with men at after that. Her girlfriends had consoled her. One had even made a pass that was gently, but firmly, rejected. Shelia had found solace in watching romance movies. A public, but simultaneously, private place. A fantasy on screen shared with many other people. Shelia had talked herself into believing this constituted a form of relationship that would not cause the pain of a broken heart. Thomas spied her when she arrived. He had long ago learned to arrive early, sit up high in the back and watch other patrons as they found their seats. Many a couple choose their place and the woman would go for treats. These were the women Thomas liked. These women were servants doing the man's bidding. Waiting on him. These women were the ones he would control, dominate, and subjugate. The women's husband (for Thomas she must be married) would never know. Shelia saw him as she picked her chair. A single man was almost always waiting for "his woman" to return with popcorn and drinks. She never failed to be disappointed by that. A couple out to watch a movie seemed to think the girlfriend's place was to serve. Why men could not understand the importance of being together for those wonderful details like buying popcorn and drinks, well, if it had to be explained, he was not worth it. Shelia sat down. Thomas noticed she was alone immediately. Observing people for so long gave him insight to those who watched alone and those waiting for others. As more people arrived and took their seats the theater became full. Thomas hoped a group would arrive asking the single girl (all single women were girls) to move and possible sit closer to him. It never happened. The previews started, loud as usually. The movie lights darkened and the movie started. Two hours later Thomas stood up, stretched and tried to time his departure with that of the girl's. It did not work. She had spotted him and made sure she left before him. In a small way flattered at his attention but more creeped out about the single guy stalking others at the movies. Shelia ventured into he mall to get a coffee after the movie. Thomas, losing his opportunity to continue his fantasy wandered into the mall food court to try and salvage something to get him off later. He got a drink and sandwich from the deli. Shelia purchased a large coffee from the specialty store and sat down to warm her hands and cool the coffee. Her back was to Thomas. Thomas was looking for an empty table when he noticed the girl from the movie. His heart beat faster. She was alone. There were no other empty tables he could find. Could he actually sit down with her? This would certainly take his fantasies to the next level. His stomach was churning as he walked closer. He had decided to ask if he could sit at her table. He would do it. His excitement grew as he approached; He focused on what would happen later at home. He realized he was showing his excitement and for a moment slowed, then stopped. Thomas stood directly behind Shelia. Thomas was breathing hard. The grip on his drink tightened. Shelia turned around and saw his face flushed. His discomfort was obvious. He looked around for a place to sit and eat his meal. A small pang of sympathy overtook her better judgement and she, Shelia, invited him to sit at her table. Thomas almost fell down when she spoke. He did a double take and stuttered, "Yes, thank you." Without saying anything else he sat down across from, as far away as he could and started in on his meal. Shelia was sure he was weird and started rethinking her invitation. With no more conversation he started eating. Thomas was dumbfounded and could not believe his luck. He could not even look up from his sandwich. Shelia realized he was not so much creepy as shy. She decided he was too embarrassed to speak and decided to let him finish his meal without further scrutiny. As he took another bite of his sandwich Shelia said "Have good night" pushed her chair back and started to stand. Thomas looked up, his fantasy was leaving and he did not want her to. Shelia saw the disappointment on his face and again, sympathy overtook her. Shelia volunteered a name, "I'm Monica.". She remained just apprehensive enough to not provide him her real name. Thomas answered, "Hello, I'm Tom". After staring for a moment Shelia sat back down. She continued to stare. Thomas was awestruck. A beautiful woman was spending time with him. His session at home tonight would be great. Shelia was making a decision. Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she made it. "What are you doing tonight?", she asked. Thomas was tongue-tied and tried to talk with the last bite of turkey sandwich in his mouth. Coughing he answered "N N Nothing planned". Shelia smiled and Thomas melted. Shelia noticed the flush of his cheeks and knew this man was hers. She had felt this way before but had never used it. At that moment, she knew tonight would be different. Shelia and Thomas Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Shelia Returns Home Shelia had made a decision. Tonight she would have her satisfaction. For the first time she was going all out with a man where she would be in control. Thomas was excited beyond belief. For the first time he looked at what she was wearing. Monica (as he knew her) wore jeans and a sweater. It was a cool night. Her curves made the outfit stunning. Sexy in that casual way real woman are Thomas was breathing fast. Shelia was getting aroused. She was taking control of the situation and liked the feeling of power. Thomas sat in his chair waiting for her next move. Shelia asked, "I am going to a hotel across the street for the night. Would you like to have a drink at the bar?". Thomas replied, sounding confident to himself, "Yes." Shelia stood up and walked off. This was the moment for her. If he followed, great, she was in control. If not, nothing lost, for her. For him a sexual experience was gone forever. Thomas took a moment to realize what was happening and quickly stood up, almost knocking over his chair and quickly stepped up behind her. Shelia kept walking and quickly approached the exit. At the door she looked back and found Tom right behind her. "Perfect!", she thought, and continued out the double doors to her car. Tom followed behind her until she sat in the driver's seat. Tom looked at her for a moment then started around the car to join her from the passenger's seat. Shelia simply started the car and left the parking lot. Tom was left standing alone, no where near his car. He had a decision to make. Thomas turned back to the mall and made his way through the food court, to another exit. Thomas opened his car door, got in and started his engine. His palms sweaty, heart beating and stomach churning, Thomas made his decision. Shelia had made her way to the hotel and quickly stepped up to the bar. Introducing herself to the bartender as Monica she started asking for a couple of questions. Getting the responses she wanted, Shelia smiled. Thomas made a beeline to the hotel across the street. Got out of car and took a deep breath. Could he do this? It seemed too good to be true. He finally decided, "What the hell?". His fantasies would make the night good whether the girl was there or not. Thomas walked into the bar full of confidence. Shelia watched him enter the hotel bar. Without changing expression, she smiled to herself. Thomas looked around and when seeing her walked directly to her. Pulling up a stool he sat down, and said hello. Shelia sat there trying to figure what to do next. Thankfully the bartender saved her from doing anything now, Stacey, according to her nametag, asked what he wanted. Thomas ordered a beer, whatever was on tap. Shelia smiled and asked for a gin and tonic. Stacey left to fill the orders. Shelia continued her studied silence and waited for her drink. Thomas stared at her and ached for her to say anything. Even to be laughed at would allow him to end the night and return home. At the moment Thomas was about to speak Stacey returned with his beer. Thomas picked up the frosty mug and took a long swallow. Giving himself another few moments of the silence that was, at once, powerfully intoxicating and extremely frustrating. Shelia simply waited for her drink. Stacey returned with a glass serving it to Monica. Taking a small sip Monica closed her eyes and hummed almost too quietly for Thomas to hear, almost. Thomas took another drink of his beer and started to feel its effects. Not a big drinker, it interfered with his fantasizes, even half a beer after his sandwich was making his head swim. Monica took another sip and smiled. Thomas, after hearing the hum before and being almost hypnotized by her smile settled into his stool. Wanting to say something, anything, to keep her interested Thomas opened his mouth at the same instance Stacey returned asking if everything was fine. Thomas turned to look at her and smiled. Stacey looked at his half empty mug and asked if he wanted another. "Sure." he responded. This made Shelia's smile even larger. Thomas quickly finished his beer and Stacey returned with another. Shelia took another sip of her drink and closed her eyes once more, enjoying the feel of it as the alcohol made its way down her throat. She could feel it as it entered her tummy, warming her from the inside. Her confidence growing. When Stacy returned, Thomas finished his beer in two more swallows. He started his second beer a bit more slowly then his first. Shelia finished her drink in one gulp. Placed the glass on her cocktail napkin. Stood up and walked out. Thomas turned to follow her, of course staring at her ass the entire way. When she reached the swinging doors to exit Thomas stood up to follow. Stacey placed a hand on his shoulder and asked to him sit back down. Confused Thomas looked at Stacey. She quickly offered an explanation. "Look. Monica wants you to meet her at her home but she is not quite ready. She asked that you have one more drink. I have her address and will give it you once pay the tabs." Thomas sat still for a moment then realized one of his fantasies was coming true. He quickly finished the second beer and ordered another. His head went beyond swimming, he was now drunk. Finishing the third mug as quickly as possible. Stacey moved over and collected the empty mug and gave Thomas the total bill for all four drinks. Thomas pulled out his credit card to pay and waited for Stacey to run it through. Shelia was halfway home by the time Thomas received the bill. She knew Thomas would be drunk and hoped Stacy would take care of situation. Her head was swimming, not from the drink but from the thrill of what she had planned. Arriving at her home she pulled into the driveway and entered her house. She looked around surveying the front room. She lived in a small home with three bedrooms. One her office, one a junk room and the last, her bedroom. "No time.", she thought. He would be here any moment. Looking at her answering machine there were no messages. Candles she thought. I need to set the mood. Going to her linen closet she starting pulling out what she wanted. Thinking twice, she smiled again... Meawhile Thomas waited for Monica's address. Shelia and Thomas Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – Thomas Makes It Home Stacey pulled the small piece of paper from her pocket and walked back to Thomas with the credit card receipt. Understanding the situation she informed Thomas his tip would determine if he was given the paper or if she lost it. The beer and gorgeous woman's interest almost gave him enough confidence to try and grab the paper held so close. His ultimate fantasy was unfolding but now this bitch was playing games. Stacey saw him tense up and knew she had to careful. The guy and just inhaled 3 beers and believed he was getting laid only if she handed over the address. Quickly she added, "Monica likes a man who knows how to handle himself. Someone who knows how to get what he wants." This stymied Thomas enough to realize one good tip would provide him a sexual fantasy of his lifetime. Thinking it was cheaper then a hooker he added $20.00 to the bill and leaned back waiting for a ticket to his dreams. Stacey saw the tip and knew Monica would enjoy herself. She took the signed receipt and calmly stated he was too drunk to drive but, she would call a taxi. Again Thomas tensed, thinking he was being denied a fantasy come reality, it took a moment to understand he would still get Monica's pussy. He replied, "OK, get me taxi. Just make it quick". Stacey walked to the bar phone and made a call to her usual taxi service. Turning back she called to Thomas, "Downtown Cabs will be here shortly. You can wait outside the lobby doors.". Not thinking about Monica's address, just the way her hips swayed as she walked, Thomas left the bar and exited the hotel. Not 10 minutes passed before the taxi arrived. It felt like eternity. After Thomas walked out Stacey made one more telephone call. Monica, she now thought of herself as Monica truly adopting her chosen role, had not had a boyfriend in several months so she had not purchased anything new to wear in the bedroom. She looked at what she had. There was a white corset with stockings in which she always felt confident. The last time she wore it was last December. That time she went sans panties, straddled her guy and had a wonderful orgasm. Yes, this was the outfit for tonight. After the fastest shower of her life she put on the outfit. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror she was perhaps too constructive in her opinion but still, felt as sexy as ever. Glancing at her answering machine she saw there was a message. She checked it quickly and smiled when she heard Stacey's voice. Tom was on his way. A quick warm feeling swept through her body starting at her toes working its way through her entire body. As she slipped on her jeans and put her sweater back on her nipples were heard. The corset fabric rubbing on them felt good. Thomas, sitting in the back seat of taxi started his fantasy. Monica would meet him at the door in something sexy. Ready for him, eager for him. So lost in his fantasy he did not pay attention to the drive. Soon he felt the car slow, the brakes squeaking, and the driver announce their arrival. He recognized Monica's car from the mall now parked in the driveway. Smiling, he paid the driver, got out of the car and walked up the driveway to the front door. There was a doorbell to the right of the door. Thomas looked at it, drunkenly decided he would just open the door. It was locked. Again the fantasy was interrupted but that was OK. By now his excitement started him trembling. He had been with a girl before but never thought he would ever have the kind of adventure he was now on. After one deep breath he reached out and rang the doorbell. Shelia jumped, startled by the doorbell ringing. Her nervousness was showing. She could not keep her hands from shaking and her breathing was coming fast and shallow. She closed her eyes, pulled her sweater down and took a deep breath of her own. Opening her eyes, she walked to the door and opened it. Sure enough, there stood Tom. His eyes showing every bit of raw emotion as she felt. This was it. Shelia was going to do this, right now. Thomas stood on the porch waiting for her to say something. Shelia, realizing the power she had turned around and walked back into the house leaving the door open. Thomas not wanting to break the spell took a tentative step leaning forward and peeked inside. It seemed... normal. After many heartbeats Thomas committed himself and walked inside closing the door behind him. Shelia heard the front door close and finally spoke. Calling out without turning she told Thomas to lock the door. Thomas did not hesitate, turning, he locked the door, and homing in on the sound of her voice he walked through the living room and found her standing in the bedroom. Thomas stood in the doorway staring at her. His pulse was thumping in his ears. He put his hands in his pockets to keep them still. Shelia turned and posed with her hips out to one side and head cocked so her hair hung to the other side saying, "Glad you could make it handsome". The smile overwhelmed him. Thomas was frozen. For the first time in his life he felt afraid, not scared, but not knowing what would happen next had him excited. It was apparent to Monica through his pants. "You seem to like what you see. Did you feel the same way at the mall? Did you look at me and think the same thoughts you have now?, Shelia asked. Thomas remained frozen. He could barely nod yes as she looked him up and down. "Say my name!", she spoke harshly and Tom responded. After hearing him say the pseudonym she became even more excited. This was perfect. She was in control, she made the rules. Tom was hers to use. Tonight she would have the fulfillment always denied. Tom would do whatever she wanted. For the first time, she knew what she wanted. Thomas remained still. Afraid to break the spell that had let him into this woman's home, into her bedroom, full of lust and already hard. He waited for her next command. With some thought Monica spoke and told Tom to walk over to the bed and take off his shirt. Doing so Tom started unbuttoning his shirt revealing an undershirt that showed off his physique. Trying to control herself, Shelia liked what she saw. Tom stood there holding his shirt not sure what to do with it. "Drop it.", Monica spoke softly but still, no doubt it was a command. The shirt fell to the floor. Her next command, "Take off your pants". Quickly, Thomas loosened his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Forgetting about his shoes he had to stop to untie them. Finally his shoes pants and socks were off. Shelia recognized an opportunity. "I did not tell you to remove your shoes or socks, did I?". Tom, still under her spell could only nod in agreement. "Well it seems you are not what I expected.. Perhaps you should leave!" Shelia and Thomas Ch. 04 Chapter 4 -- Thomas Gets Aroused Thomas felt panic for the first time. In all his fantasies he always got off. Even when the woman was only about the sex he still came before falling asleep in his bed, his own cum warm on his belly. Now, she was telling him to leave. Dejected, Thomas bent over to pick up his clothes. Feeling embarrassed he stood back up, shoulders hunched. Monica told him to stop. Shocked, Thomas stood as still as he could. "What are you doing? First you take off clothes without me telling you to. Then you starting picking them up?" Tom was confused; she could see it in his eyes. Half standing, holding his pants and shoes he did not know what to do. Shelia was elated. Tom would do, or not do, anything she told him. Her nipples hurt they were so hard. Her pussy was wet. Her corset fit snugly and she could feel the fabric of her stockings as she moved towards him. Whispering she said "Put those down... NOW!" Emphasizing he last word to confirm her control over Thomas. Tom dropped them immediately and stood straight up, back erect. Monica looked down and opened her mouth slightly. He was bigger then she imagined. Tom's "manhood", she giggled at that thought, had a small head that flared out into an ever-widening base. It looked fantastic. She brought her eyes back up and met his. "You must like what you see judging by your cock's condition." It felt good to talk this way. She had never taken command in the bedroom like this before. "Stroke yourself for me. I want to see how big you can get." Thomas was on the verge of climaxing when she spoke. Being told to jerk off was too much. He started slowly rubbing his dick up and down trying not to cum. Monica kept looking into his eyes, unblinking. He kept this up for a few moments before closing his eyes. Not liking this Shelia barked, "Open your eyes! Are you going to cum?" Tom responded barely breathing, "Yes!" "STOP!" Shelia commanded. In mid-stroke Tom stopped. Pre-cum leaking. Shelia reached out rubbing the clear liquid into the head of his dick. She continued this until he closed his eyes once more. She immediately stopped. Tom's eyes popped open and looked directly at her. "Please, don't stop. It feels so good." Tom implored. Shelia loved the feeling. Having a man stand naked, hard and dripping cum on her carpet (that might leave a stain she thought) was overwhelming. Normally she would get on her knees and start sucking. Then she looked down at herself, still clothed. She felt sexy but realized Tom had not even seen her outfit and was ready to squirt right now. Now she was truly aroused. With her fingers still wet from his pre-cum she held them up to his mouth. Not saying anything but both knowing what she wanted. Tom's lips parted slightly and she pushed her fingers in. "God! What a feeling!" she thought, "He is MINE!" Tom continued licking her fingers until they were clean. "Did you like that Tom?" she asked. He nodded yes, unable to speak, still tasting himself from her fingers. Monica smiled, "I can get more if you like." She reached down and started stroking him with just one finger and her thumb circled around his prick. Thomas tilted his head back and started moaning. Monica slowed her hand job saying, "Not yet mister. I want a little more fun before you cum." Tom looked at her and wanted a kiss. Aching to hold her to feel and explore her body. Shelia could see it in his eyes. "You want to touch me? You want to taste me? Get on the bed." Shelia ordered him. Tom did not hesitate. Clambering onto the bed he laid on his back. Shelia was prepared for just that telling him, "Now, if you want this continue you have to lay there just like that. If you move, we are done." Monica then turned her back to him and removed her sweater. Thomas could not tell what she was wearing underneath the sweater but it was tight fitting and pure white. She let the sweater drop from her hand to the floor and turned around. Thomas could see breasts bulging from the top. The front encasing her body accentuating her natural curves. His dick reacted, getting even harder, standing up from his balls. Again she smiled, again, he melted starting even more pre-cum leaking. Monica turned around again and started undoing her pants. As she purposefully wiggled out of them. Thomas took a short breath. She was wearing stockings, no panties. Her ass was beautiful and Thomas could just start to make out her pussy when she stood back up. Just turning her head she looked at Tom and said, "I know you like this. Keep still and I promise to bury your cock in my cunt." Tom felt that he would cum just from her words. Shelia kept the teasing up as she stepped away from the jeans. Running her hands over her body, making small sounds of pleasure. Never touching her tits or pussy. Tom was straining not to masturbate. His dick hard and sticky from Monica's earlier hand job. "Good boy. Now, how bad to you want to be fucked tonight?" Monica asked. Thomas found his voice and replied, "I want you to sit on my cock and ride me until you cum all over my dick. I want to feel you wrapped around me. I want, ", but was interrupted by Shelia. "You want, you want, you want! All guys are the same. They think the woman is there for their enjoyment. I am going to show you something new tonight." Monica leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "This is your final test. Do not move and I promise to make you feel better then you ever have before". Thomas was so excited that a cat could scratch it! Shelia and Thomas Ch. 05 The doorbell rang. Thomas froze as the sound intruded on the moment. Monica glanced at the door quickly turning attention back to Thomas. With a smile slowing growing on her beautiful face she said, "Stay right here. If you move from this spot we are done. I want that cock hard when I return." Shelia left the room after picking up her clothes. Pulling the sweater over her head and stopping for a moment to pull on her jeans she hopped to the front door. Checking the peephole she saw Stacey standing on the top stair. She opened the door and invited Stacey inside. "Is he here?" Stacey asked. Full of excitement and nerves Shelia responded, "Yes, in my bedroom. Waiting for me." "What are you doing out here then? Get in there and have some fun girl!" "Trust me, I am already." Unable to contain herself Shelia filled Stacey in on everything that had happened thus far. Her words rushing out punctuated with giggles. Stacey sat silent. This was the woman who rejected her advances weeks ago saying she didn't like kinky stuff? What a turn around and a turn on! After finishing her story Shelia sat down and just looked at Stacey. There was electricity in the air. Finally Stacey broke the quiet asking, "Can I see him?" Shelia blushed; it was one thing to share this but to bring her into her bedroom. She wanted to. She knew Tom would love it. That thought made her decision. "Not tonight. I want this one to be mine." Stacey liked the answer. Not this time but later. Shelia stood up and hugged her. "I will call you later O.K.?" "You better missy!" replied Stacey, "I want every detail." Shelia escorted her to the door. Closing and locking it behind her. As Stacey walked to her car Shelia leaned against the front door and sighed. She was ready; she was going to do this. Tonight she would not care about him, it was all about her. Thomas looked up as she entered the room. Fully dressed again she saw a small frown crease his face. She asked, "Are you disappointed? Did you think we had a third party joining us in here? Poor baby, you just don't get it. Tonight is about me and only me. I'm sure you will like it, you are a guy after all." Thomas was getting a little nervous. He heard the other girl's voice and instantly visions of fucking two women came to mind. The door re-opened and closed and only Monica had come back to the bedroom. He had not moved during her absence. The mere thought of a threesome kept him hard. "Glad to see you haven't moved. Very glad you kept your hard-on. Without that you are not much use to me." Monica walked over and leaned across his body placing her mouth next to his ear. "Don't move. This next part is your final test... and your last chance to leave." Once more she did a strip tease revealing her corset and stockings. Thomas did not even blink as he got a full view of her sexy body. It was something Tom had not even fantasized about, covered tits and exposed cunt. Reaching behind his head Monica fished out pantyhose and pulled them across his chest. As they passed his nipples Thomas moaned. "Do you like the way the stocking feel? I bet you want to wear them, don't you", she smiled, continuing to pull the hose down until the pass over his cock. "My God, that feels wonderful", he cried. "I'm not done yet", she said. Leaning over the far side of his body Monica pressed her chest against his; the weight of her body actually calmed him some. After wanting to touch her for so long she was giving him exactly what he needed relieving the tension. She reached behind him getting another pair of hose and repeated the excruciating sensation of pulling it across his body. "Yeeeaas." drawing out the word, "You do want to wear them. Do you like dressing up as a girl? Do you want to be a girl?" Monica asked. Thomas said nothing. He had some kinks but not of being with another man. She gathered the second pair of stockings saying, "Don't worry, I am all woman." Monica gathered the second pair of stockings and smiled at Thomas. "Are you ready for some fun now? I think you want me to jump on top and fuck you right now. Lie still. Keep your hands above your head and just enjoy this. Monica climbed on the bed and straddled his legs. Her pussy was almost dripping, more than ready to have a dick slide in. She moved her way up his thighs then grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times humming softly to herself. Holding it in one hand she lifted herself up and moved the tip of his dick to her entrance and slowly eased down. The feeling was incredible. As she sank onto him she felt her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. Not hurting but definitely filling her. She looked down and saw his face contorted in pleasure. Thomas could not take much more. As she lowered herself onto him it was electric. He could feel the warm, moist, tight cunt give way to his dick. It took all his control to lie there and not thrust up. She would not move. Her head was back, eyes closed and. not... moving. It felt good but he wanted to move his hips up to watch her slide up and down. Finally, she leaned forward putting her hands to either side of his shoulders for support. "Don't move. Trust me, you will never forget what I am going to do to you." Moving just her hips as slowly as possible she lifted up, each moment the sensation getting better and better until only the head was inside her. Holding herself in place she waited. Tom opened his eyes, clenched his hands into fist and growled, "Fuck me, please fuck me. I can't take this anymore." Shelia smiled. This is what she wanted. All those times she wanted her man and received indifference. She had the man now. Smiling she started to speak but stopped when the telephone rang. Her smile widened and she took him completely out of her. Climbed off the bed. As she left the room reminding him to remain still. She would not be happy if he moved from where he was right now. Tom was sweating and beyond rational thought. He wanted to cum. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted her. Shelia and Thomas Ch. 06 Thomas remained as still as possible on the bed. He wanted to reach down and stroke his dick with her slick juice already covering it. He knew it would feel great. He tried to peek through the door, straining to hear any sound announcing her return. He heard her voice as she answered the telephone. Too faint to make out the words but knowing she was occupied Thomas reached down and started masturbating. It felt even better the he imagined. It was wet from her pussy and he teased the head. As he kept playing he lost himself in the moment and, of course, Monica returned. "Well, well, well", she said. Tom froze. "I guess you stayed on the bed but I told you tonight was about me. Jerking off with me out of the room is NOT WHAT I WANT!" Tom slowly moved his hand back above his head. "Good. Now lie still as I take care of this problem." Shelia picked up the stockings and moved to the right side of the bed. Using the bedpost she looped the hose around twice then tied his wrist with it. He could still move a little but very little. Walking slowly around to the left side of the bed she repeated the process with the other wrist. "Good, now you can't play with yourself unless I want it. You have to trust me, do what I say and you will have a story to tell all your friends." Shelia jumped on the bed and grabbed his prick at the base holding it straight up. Her other hands gently caressing it, up and down, tickling the head at the end of each upstroke. With Tom's hands bound he could only enjoy the teasing. His release building with every movement. He started to move his hips, not thinking, just reacting. "Uh-uh. No moving. I am going to make you cum when I want you to cum. Lie still silly boy." "I can't. It feels too good. Please, let me cum. I... I..." Tom started. Shelia had an idea, "You want to cum right now", she purred. "You don't want to wait and keep the pleasure going a little longer?" "I can't. I have to cum right now." "Oh, I don't think so." Again, she got off the bed and left the room. "Wait, wait. Please I will do whatever you say, just let me finish!" Tom called. "You will do what I say AND you will wait to cum. don't worry, I'll be right back with some help for you." Thomas, alone, pulled at the hose. How could something that snagged and ripped on everything be so damn unbreakable? He shook the bed trying to release his hands. As his frustration grew his dick shrank. "See, I told you could wait to cum. Look down, you dick is getting soft. It's so cute." Monica saying the last words in baby talk. "Are you all done and want to go home now?" Thomas, his anger and frustration fueling his words said, "Listen bitch, I want out now!" Monica just smiled, "I told you your last chance to leave was earlier. Now, you have to wait until I am done." His dick went completely limp. "Ooooh, I think I can make it hard again for you Tommy boy." She bent over and gently started sucking the tip of his cock. His pre-cum and her own juices made a unique taste. Thomas felt himself getting hard. As he dick swelled her head moved up only keeping the tip in her mouth. Once his cock was all the way hard she sat up and said, "I always wondered why it was called a blow job. I have never blown on a guy's cock and had him cum." No response from Tom. Shelia reached out and started gently stroking him. "See, you have not cum yet and are still hard." She moved her hand down and tickled his balls for a moment. Placing her hand on his thigh and massaged it. "Men never know how to make love or even just have sex. Not only are you going to have a mind-blowing orgasm I am going to give you a free lesson on how to make a woman scream." Alternating massaging either thigh she kept talking. "See, I am not even touching your little dick but you like it." Moving up she almost touched his prick but quickly moved to his stomach. "Not much hair. I like that." Tom finally spoke, "Wait, I'm ticklish!" "Good. Very good." Shelia proceeded to tickle him until his erection was gone again. Catching his breadth he got out, "Please." took a short breath, "I can't breath." "That's fine. But look, you are not hard anymore. Aww. It does look cute. Wait, what's this? Did you cum?" Monica took one finger and rubbed it around the slit of his penis. It was clear and sticky. She asked again, "Did you cum and this is all there is?" Tom answered, "No, I didn't cum. I wanted to but I couldn't when you tickled me." "OK. I believe you." Monica moved further up the bed and straddled his chest. "Have you ever tasted pussy before?" Tom nodded yes. "Do you like to eat pussy?" Again he nodded yes. "Are you any good?" He answered, "Yea, she got off." Monica responded, "Well, tonight is going to be a little different." Without saying anything else she moved forward until her legs were over his head and slowly sank onto his face. Tom knew exactly what she wanted. Once in reach he started licking and sucking at everything before him. It felt good. She would move her hips to guide him to the spots to where she wanted attention. His tongue hit those spots and got her more and more aroused. Not wanting to cum right away she would tease herself. Forcing him away from her clit when she got too close to climaxing. Moving back when her desire overcame her. After several minutes she was about to cum and knew she would not stop herself the next time. With all her effort she swung leg over and left his face. Thomas' face was slick. Eyes closed, he did not want her to leave. He thought she was close to getting off but stopped at the end. He opened his eyes and looked at Monica asking, "Did you enjoy that?" "You mean did I have an orgasm? Does it really matter to you if I did? What is it you want right now? Want me to suck you off? Want me to ride you until you cum inside me?" Shelia wanted to tease him with words but felt her own excitement growing. Then asking herself, what would she do? She wanted to cum but now was not sure how or maybe even if, he would. Wouldn't that be something? Having sex, being teased, her getting off but leaving him hard, tied to the bed begging for her. Shelia's hand moved to her snatch and started fingering herself. Tom looked over and saw this sexy woman playing with herself. Obviously about to cum. "Wait", he said, "Come over here, sit on me and let me watch you cum." She looked at him breaking her own private fuck session. He quickly added, "Please?" Without saying a word Monica climbed on the bed, moved over top of him and placed her cunt just in front of his hard cock and resumed masturbating. She just stared at him as her fingers moved over her clit. Her breathing was fast and short. Thomas could feel her legs as they tightened preparing for her climax. Still, her eyes were open and staring at him, asking for him to do something. "You like to play with yourself. You like to tease men. Is that how you get off? Being in control holding back?" Thomas moved his hips and made brief contact with her fingers. She was getting closer and he wanted to be inside her when she came. "Put me inside you. I won't cum. I want you to cum. Please put me inside you. I won't move, I promise" Monica was on the verge, her fingers hitting the right spots with the right tempo. She looked from Tom's face down to his stiff cock, mere inches from her pussy. Breathing hard and now her eyes half closed she imagined the cock easing its way into her. Her fingers moved faster and eyes closed all the way she was so close, so very close. Shelia and Thomas Ch. 07 Chapter 7 -- Monica's Turn The orgasm building for so long, the physical sensation of her clit being stimulated, the hard cock between her legs, the power of having the man secured to her bed, all conspired to bring about that magnificent moment of release. The moment where body, mind and spirit joined providing unique pleasure that seemed to overwhelm but when just right, just kept up wave after wave. Time did not matter. It was simple joy. Need satisfied, desired quenched and pure lust fulfilled. For the first time Shelia experienced satisfaction. Thomas, true to his word, lied still. Aching for release he watched in mute fascination as Monica climaxed. At once everything about her changed. Her sexy white corset and hose, so eye catching, was no longer relevant. The anticipation of sex was gone. The desire to control departed. Thomas witnessed pure sexual happiness in another. All the porn and fantasies did not prepare him for this. Always about him and his wants he never imagined a women cumming without him being the one making it happen. Now, simply an adjunct to her orgasm he himself felt overwhelmed. Not even realizing his sharing of her moment. Shelia slowly returned to reality. The convulsions controlling her body lessened so she could open her eyes. The tightness between her legs relaxed and a feeling on contentment washed over her. She leaned forward and was almost surprised to find Thomas underneath her. As she reentered the moment she found her hands beside his chest. His hard dick poking her stomach. Thomas was on the verge. The sexist women (notice, not girl) just showed him something new. Something he had never even considered in all his masturbation sessions. He watched as Monica's breathing returned to normal and she leaned forward. Her beautiful hair caressing his chest. His cock no longer the focus of his life, Thomas looked Monica in the eyes just wanting to be included by her. All he wanted was to forever be part of this moment. Shelia finally opened her eyes and looked into Tom's eyes. She saw unadulterated submission. He wanted her and for this singular moment, she is the center of his entire being. His desire was not the normal "get me off" but the true desire of joining with another. Never before had Shelia feelings like this. Without speaking and without breaking contact with his eyes Shelia moved forward, lifted up and ever so slowly sunk down on his manhood. Not so funny this time, his manhood. The term now meant something different, something more. Thomas, once more felt her as he slowly entered her. This time different. This time was more than sex and gratification. It was truly sharing pleasure. Giving and getting elevating the physical to something beyond the normal build up to release. For the first time, Thomas knew what sex was meant to be. Two people coming together (his own pun adding to the moment in his mind) but there for each other wanting the other to reach nirvana. Shelia not even blinking saw the smile ever so slightly appear. After the orgasm just moments ago she felt another building. This one different, but starting quickly. Her movements now in concert with his. A slow and sensual pace she had tried to achieve many times prior, now, in charge, she had exactly what she always wanted. Not changing pace but moving her hips in small circles she instinctively knew not just hers but his pleasure increased. Somehow she knew he was getting close, this increased her own need to cum. She slowed down just a little hoping to prolong the feeling. Thomas felt the subtle change and realized she was doing her best to keep this alive. "Yes. That is what this is. Not sex but a whole new being coming into existence.", he thought. The epiphany changed his entire perspective. He no longer felt the need to control Monica but wanted to be two parts of a whole with her. These feelings were new. Feelings that finally pushed him over the edge. His body stiffened. His breathing stopped. One final thrust into Monica and wave after wave of pleasure spread throughout his body. Again, not realizing his own sharing of her experience earlier. Shelia felt him cum inside her. His cock started twitching. Then throbbing, then she felt his hot cum erupting inside her. Her second climax overtook her and once more she leaned forward now her weight on him. Their bodies touching, their skin so sensitive but only to the other's touch. Finally they kissed. A slow heart-melting kiss that left both breathless and satisfied. Thomas finally spoke, "You were right, this was the best thing that has ever happened to me." Monica turned her head and whispered, "For me too." The moment subsiding but keeping its intensity Monica removed herself off him. Thomas felt the cool air as his dick, now soft, was stretched by her gripping pussy until she finally moved enough that he fell out. Monica moved to his side and, no other way to describe it, snuggled into his body. Both energized and content, the two started to drift into that perfect dreamless sleep. Shelia smiled and her last thoughts before succumbing to sleep, "I have never felt so close to someone and he does not even know my name!" Her mind revealing the truth she avoided until now. She had finally given herself over to another completely and all it took was her taking control.