The Silk Scarf
by Ann Douglas
Michael sat at the table playing with his drink. He’d gotten
his first real paycheck today and decided he deserved a dinner in
the best restaurant he could afford. Of course with what they
were paying entry level trainees at Donaldson & Rhobes, his
choices quickly narrowed to a few. So he found himself on 11th
Avenue instead of Broadway, but still he felt like he was on top of
the world. Not bad for a kid from the sticks now living on his own
in New York City.
The 21 year old was looking as to where his waiter had
vanished to when he first noticed her, sitting at a table over in the
corner. Two things immediately caught his attention. First were
her eyes, vivid blue pools that seemed to sparkle even at a
distance. Second were a pair of spectacular legs, which although
partially obscured by the table, seemed to go on forever. As best
he could, he followed the line of her legs right down to the stiletto
heels at the end of them.
The young man knew he was staring but couldn’t bring
himself to turn away, even when he realized that he was also now
sporting a first class hard on. She was older than him, late
twenties or early thirties he would guess. Her dark hair was done
up and she was wrapped in a sexy red dress which showcased those
fantastic legs at one end and full rounded breasts on the other.
All in all, Michael noted to himself, she was one very hot woman.
At first he thought it was his imagination, but then he was
certain of it. She was looking right back at him, dangling one of
those killer high heels off her foot. Michael couldn’t tear his eyes
away and she knew it. A little smirk appeared at the corner of her
soft lips as if she could read his mind and knew exactly how hard
she was making his dick.
Then, unbelievably, she crooked her finger, motioning for
Michael to come over to her table. Long seconds passed as he sat
petrified, then like a zombie, he grabbed his drink and lurched
across the room to her corner.
"You look like you could use some company." she said with
that same smirk playing across her lips as she motioned for him to
sit next to her at the small table.
"I certainly could." Michael replied, feeling for the first
time since he had arrived in the city like a small town rube.
"My names Catherine." she said as she ran her gaze up and
down his body. "And it seems to me that you’re getting extremely
excited just by looking at my body, hmmm?"
Michael flushed a deep red, unsure what to say. His mind
was a blank as he searched for the right phrase.
"You’re legs are magnificent." he blurted out, feeling
incredible stupid the moment he’d said it.
"Oh, is it my legs that made your dick so hard? She said,
gazing down at the large lump in his pants.
Michael was now totally speechless. He’d never felt so
embarrassed in his life. He wished he could just run for the door
and disappear.
"Don’t worry honey, I consider that the finest compliment."
she whispered as she leaned over close enough for him to smell the
scent of her perfume.
Relieved, Michael started breathing again.
"In fact, I have a certain weakness for young men like
yourself." she went on. "In fact, I have this knack of knowing just
what a young man like yourself needs. What you fantasize about
and what you really crave. Just think how excited you’re going to
be when I take you home with me and make all of those dirty
dreams of yours come true."
"W-h-at do you mean?" Michael stuttered.
"What I’m offering you is a chance to live out your most
secret fantasies. A chance to let your secret self out for a night."
Michael was becoming lost in the mixture of those
captivating eyes and the music of her voice.
"What’s your name?" Catherine demanded.
"Michael." he answered.
"Well, Michael, shall I tell you what it is that you want me to
do to you, my little boy." she asked, again with the little laugh.
"Yes, please."
Catherine leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes,
drawing him deeper into her spell. Then, quietly, graphically, she
proceeded to detail his most secret and powerful fantasy.
"My guess is you'd like me to take control, to take you home
with me, tie you up so you couldn't move a muscle, and then tease
you for hours until you spurt globs of cum. Make you do all those
nasty little things you would never have the courage to do on your
own.
If he had been red-faced before, his hue now paled as
Catherine whispered in his ear. She had repeated things he had
never spoken out loud to anyone in his life. Desires so secret he
was sometimes even afraid to fantasize about them.
"There's no need to be embarrassed." Catherine whispered
into his idea. "No one else can hear us."
Michael felt like she had read his mind, his dick had gown so
hard he thought it would burst from his pants. It felt like all the
blood in his body was rushing from his head to his groin. Catherine
didn't help matters any by slowly rubbing her leg up against his
thigh under the table.
Color slowly returned to Michael's face as he composed
himself. He still felt more than a little lightheaded with the
revelation of his darkest desires. It was as if he was wearing a
sign on his forehead that screamed pervert.
"So what do you think my little man?" the older woman
asked. "And I do hope I'm only using that phrase figuratively. Do
you have the courage to live those desires?"
Michael's heart was beating rapidly, his palms were sweaty.
Part of him feared answering yes but another part feared ever
more never having this chance again. The word seemed stuck in his
dry throat.
"Y..Ye..ss." he finally managed to utter.
"Excellent." Catherine smiled broadly, overwhelming him
with a wave of desire. "Let's get out of here then. I'm suddenly
ravenous, but what I crave isn't on the menu."
Without waiting for his reply she rose and started for the
door. As she rose Michael noticed how tall she was, almost 2
inches over his 5 '8". Dropping some money on the table to cover
the bill, he followed her out into the street.
"My car is in the lot next door." Catherine said as she
turned to the left.
Michael quickly followed, admiring the sway of her tight
little ass as she walked. It was almost a crime, he thought, for any
woman to have such a perfect ass.
"One minute please." the garage attendant said as he took
the parking ticket from Catherine and called on the intercom for
one of his drivers to bring down her car.
Less than a minute later, an ebony black Porche two seater
zipped down the long circular ramp and came to a stop in front of
them. Mentally, Michael calculated the cost of the car as being
more than he could save over the next ten years. He also noticed
as Catherine slipped the driver a twenty dollar bill. It was obvious
that money really wasn't a concern for her.
It took a few moments for Michael to realize that Catherine
was waiting for him to open the door for her. He quickly rushed
over and opened the driver’s side.
As Catherine settled into the plush leather seat, Michael got
a beautiful view of her rounded breasts as they strained against
the top of her dress.
Closing the door, he ran to the other side and climbed in
next to her. Without a word, Catherine started the ignition and
the car roared out into the night.
They'd traveled about five blocks when Catherine pulled the
car over to the curb. She put the car in neutral and turned to her
passenger. Michael in the meantime was looking up and around him.
All of the buildings on this block were stores and offices. All were
dark and closed at this time of night.
"Take off your tie and jacket." Catherine instructed him.
"Okay." Michael said as he pulled at the knot of his red tie
and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. Then he draped his jacket
over his bucket seat. The white shirt he wore underneath was
short sleeved.
"Nice." she said as she ran her fingers up his lightly tanned
arm.
Michael could feel the movement of every hair in his arm as
her fingernails sailed across them.
"Open the glove compartment." Catherine quietly said.
Michael did so. Inside the small box was totally empty
except for a beautiful multi-colored silk scarf. Following her
instructions, he took it out.
"What do I do with it?" he asked.
"Put your hands behind your back." she said.
Holding the scarf in one hand, he did so. It was immediately
apparent that she intended to tie him up with it. A burst of fear
flashed in his mind. It was one thing to fantasize about being tied
up, but to actually be helpless was another thing.
"Wrap each end around your wrist as far as you can." she
continued. "Then pull it tight."
Michael did so. His hands were now tightly bound. If he
simply let go of the scarf, he would be free.
"You don't get it, do you?" Catherine asked.
Michael didn't have to answer. His facial expression told it
all.
"You control the game." she said. "You have the power to
end it anytime you wish. All you have to do is relax your hands and
let go of the scarf. Do you understand now?"
Michael nodded his head to say yes. It was an exciting
concept. To surrender control, yet to hold the key to your
captivity in your hands all the time.
Catherine leaned over and pressed her lips against
Michael's. Her lipstick tasted of cinnamon and as she pressed her
tongue into his mouth, that sweet taste spread throughout it as
well.
Her fingers pressed down on the crotch of his pants, closing
around his still hard cock, giving it a playful squeeze. She pumped
it a few times, just enough to send tiny sparks to his brain.
Suddenly she laughed and moved her hand to the stick shift.
Catherine pushed the car into gear and pressed down on the
accelerator. The engine roared and the tires screeched as the
Porche swung away from the curb and down the street. They
turned onto 12th Ave. and drove for a little while along the Hudson
River.
Traffic soon grew heavier as they came to a complete stop
behind a tractor trailer. There was a second large truck to
Catherine's left. On the right was a row of long empty
warehouses.
Even with his limited time in Manhattan, Michael knew that
12th Ave. was the worse route you could take at this time of night.
All the truckers came this way causing traffic jam after traffic
jam. The night was not turning out like he expected. He turned to
say something but a long slender finger pressed against his lips
kept him silent.
Her fingers then went to right back to his cloth covered
hard on. Michael figured she was just going to rub him a little
more. He was shocked when she pulled down his zipper and
reached in and pulled his cock free.
"Fuck!" the young man exclaimed as his cock sprung upward.
He quickly looked right and left to see if anyone was looking. From
the high vantage point of the truck cab next to them, you could
look right down into the much lower sportscar. Thankfully, the
rider in the passenger seat seemed involved in deep conversation
with the driver next to him.
Catherine gently scratched her long red nails along the
length of his rod, making Michael moan.
"I'm going to keep you so hard for so long and make you
come so hard, you're never going to want another woman. After
all, I'm the girl of your dreams, aren't I?"
Michael didn't have a chance to answer as Catherine bent
over and took his cock in her mouth. The wetness and warmth of
the older woman's mouth engulfed him expertly. She continued to
run her long fingers up and down the length of his stiff cock,
causing it to grow even harder,
Catherine tongued the tip of his cock, licking the small drop
of pre-cum that had formed there. Then she ran her tongue down
the length of his shaft and swirled it around his balls. Up one side
and down the other, following the trace she had left with her
fingers a few moments before.
Reaching the base, the red garbed woman sucked on his
balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth. Then she let
them both slide free and moved back up his now wet shaft.
In a sudden fluid motion, Catherine engulfed the full length
of his shaft, sliding it all the way down her throat. She let it slide
out slowly, then swallowed it once again. A fire filled her as all her
pent up desires centered on the taste, the touch, the scent of the
young man before her.
Michael was in heaven as every touch of her tongue sent
delightful sensations across his helpless body. He could feel the
rising eruption building in his balls, knowing that it was going to be
impossible for him to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to delay
the inevitable, to make it last as long as possible. Another part
screamed to unleash all the power of his young manhood in one
explosive salvo.
Opening his eyes for a moment, Michael looked up and saw
that the empty window of the truck cab was now filled with both
the driver and his shotgun rider. Evidently they were enjoying the
show. Shutting them out of his mind, he concentrated instead on
the incredibly talented mouth gliding up and down his cock.
Moments later, Catherine felt the first drops of warm cum
splash against the back of her throat. She deep throated
Michael’s cock and swallowed the steady stream as fast as it came.
It was obvious that she loved the taste of a man in her mouth.
Not a drop was wasted.
She let his now empty cock slip from her mouth. Savoring
the tangy taste, she ran her tongue across her lips. She lifted
herself up and noticed the two truckers looking down at them. She
smiled back at them and again gunned the engine as she cut in
front of them, across the other lane and then up the block.
"That was fun." Catherine said as they finally slowed down.
"Yeah...fun." Michael said as he wondered how they had
avoided plowing into oncoming traffic. "Could you possible zip me
up?" he asked as they came to a red light.
"I guess so, if you really want me to." came her reply as she
looked down at his cum covered but still hard cock.
With one hand on the wheel they moved forward as the light
turned green. As she drove, Catherine slid his cock back in his
pants and pulled up his zipper.
"Thank you." he said.
Catherine drove more conservatively as they crossed
midtown and finally pulled up in front of a pre-war apartment
building that just reeked of money. Catherine opened the door for
Michael this time as his hands were obviously occupied. She
draped his jacket over his shoulders and guided him toward the
large carved and oversized doors. As she passed the doorman, she
tossed him the keys to the Porche.
Michael noticed that the doorman didn't seem surprised to
see Catherine leading a young man at least ten years younger than
her. He guessed that money turned a blind eyes to a lot of things.
On the elevator ride up to the penthouse apartment,
Catherine kept his hard on stiff with her teasing fingers and
equally teasing voice. Ignoring two couples that stood at the front
of the elevator with their backs to them, she whispered obscene
suggestions into his ear.
Once at her apartment, she led him still tied into the
bedroom. There, instead of turning on the lights, she lit a number
of scented candles.
Walking up to him, she undid the buttons of his shirt and
pulled it down his arms. With his hands still tied, she couldn't take
it all the way off.
Unbuckling his belt, Catherine let his pants drop to the
floor. His underwear followed. Michael stepped out of them and
she kicked the pile of clothes across the room.
"If you'd like to get rid of this as well," she said as she
pulled on his undershirt. "I'll let you undo your hands for exactly
fifteen seconds....." she paused for a beat and added. "Starting
now!"
As fast as he could, Michael did as he was told. He barely
got the scarf wrapped back around his hands as the second hand
of the wall cock ended his precious few moments of freedom.
As the last of his clothes hit the floor, Catherine walked up
to his smooth, lightly haired body and ran her nails across his
chest.
"I guess they grow them good on the farm". She laughed.
Then with a sudden motion, she grabbed his cock and pulled
him over to a small wooden chair in the center of the room.
"Sit!" She commanded.
Reacting instantly, the former Indiana farm boy landed his
ass on the hard wooden chair with a bang. He had reacted without
thinking, a fact with made Catherine very happy.
Taking a few steps back, Catherine reached behind her and
unzipped her red dress. Leaning over, she gave Michael an
unrestricted view of her round firm breasts. Then she let the
front of the dress fall free, giving him an even better look.
"Do you like these?" she asked as she squeezed each mound
and rubbed her fingers over the already hard nipples.
"Yes, Ma'am." Michael replied as the watched the candle
light bounce off her creamy skin.
Clad only in a pair of red silk panties, Catherine moved closer
until she straddled Michael in the chair. Dancing to an unheard
music she swayed back and forth, continuing to play with her
breasts just inches from the young man's face. Her nipples were
close enough that Michael could've just reached out and touched
them with his tongue. That is if he had the nerve to try.
Catherine continued her dance, lowering herself onto his lap,
inch by inch. Her satin covered ass pressed hard against his
erection, causing Michael to moan softly. She slid back and forth,
stroking his cock with her soft cheeks.
Her long nails ran across the soft hair of his chest, stroking
his own tiny nipples. Pressing her face against his pecs, she tickled
his nipples with her tongue, drawing circles around them.
Lifting her left breast in her hand, she guided it to
Michael's mouth. There was no mistaking the invitation. He
opened wide to accept her offering as she pressed her flesh into
his mouth. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils as he
sucked on her breast. Catherine stroked the back of his head and
whispered words of encouragement as she switched breasts,
urging him to feast on her other mound.
"Mmmm....very good." she purred as she arched backward
and enjoyed his attentions.
While Michael enjoyed his repast, Catherine continued to
rub her ass against his cock. The friction of silk against flesh gave
him a euphoric sensation. She knew if she kept this up for long her
expansive panties would soon be covered with cum.
The tall woman climbed off her young lover and gave his now
totally erect cock a playful tug. She bent over and gave it a tiny
kiss as well, licking a small pearl of white that had formed at its
head.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She grinned as she gave him
another kiss, this time on his lips.
"Oh yes." he replied ecstatically as her lips left his.
"Do you want to stop?" she asked.
"Oh no." the young man said even more excited tone.
"Definitely not!"
"We shall see..." Catherine said, her statement hanging in
the quiet air.
Catherine raised her left leg and brought it to rest on the
edge of his chair. She again ran her fingers through his short
brown hair. Her hand continued along the side of his face, gently
stroking it.
"You are a very handsome young man." She said as she
removed her hand from his face and ran it down the valley between
her breasts.
Catherine continued downward and gripped the thin elastic
of her panties, her crotch only a few inches from Michael's face.
As she began to pull the material down to expose her sexuality,
Michael hoped he remembered everything he'd learned from his
limited experience trying cunnilingus with the girls back home.
The thin red panties fell to the floor as Michael's mouth fell
open. No sound issued from his lips. The expression on his face
could only be described as one of shock.
Hanging between her legs was a cock that was larger than
Michael's own. Totally hairless, it hung semi-erect less than an inch
from Michael's mouth. The image was so out of place with that of
the exquisite woman in front of him. The young man's eyes darted
back and forth between Catherine's beautiful face and the
inexplicable secret between her legs.
"Yo.... you're a guy...." he finally gasped.
Catherine smiled down at him. "Do you really believe that?"
she asked.
The expression on the bewildered young man showed that he
didn't know what to think. Time stood silent as he tried to
understand.
"Think about what you've been feeling." she continued.
"Think about your fantasies and desires."
It was obvious that was exactly what he was thinking.
"Remember, you're in control here." she reminded him. "If
you want to end it here, all you have to do is relax your hands and
let that scarf fall to the floor."
It was that simple. Michael knew it. A simple relaxing of his
hands and he was on the way out the door. Why couldn't he bring
himself to do it.
Staring at the cock hanging just before his eyes, Michael
thought of the times he and Jimmy Craig had jerked off together
back home. A few times they'd even jerked each other off. He
remembered that it had felt pretty good. Just as good as when
Sally Hayden, his first real girlfriend, had done it later on. There
were nights that he had wondered that if he hadn't become
involved with Sally, would he and Jimmy have gone any further.
"Decision time." Catherine said, breaking a prolonged silence.
Michael knew he should let go of the scarf. Just relax his
fingers and stand up. That was the right thing to do. Instead he
found himself leaning forward and taking Catherine's cock into his
mouth.
Surprised at his own actions, Michael couldn't really put
words to the thrill that ripped through his body as he felt her
hardness fill his mouth. A tangy taste so much like his own, which
he had tasted many times, covered his tongue. The fact that it
wasn't his own brought a special excitement to it.
Catherine stood motionless, letting her young lover adjust to
the new experience. Michael could feel her cock growing to a new
hardness as he let it slip between his lips and ran his tongue around
the bulb like head. He drew in a breath of air through his nostrils,
reveling in the thick scent of cock and balls.
The now fully erect cock jerked to life, hitting the back of
his throat. Michael worked his vibrating tongue across the length
of his prize, nuzzling her naked balls. Once he started, Michael
knew he couldn't stop.
Confident now that Michael had made his decision, Catherine
began to slide her cock in and out of his mouth, taking control of
the experience. Her action seemed to add to his excitement.
Faster and faster she began to pump his virgin mouth,
offering suggestions to him as he eagerly followed every one.
The young man's technique was crude, but no more than
Sally Hayden's had been the first time she had sucked Michael
off. As with Sally, he more than made up for lack of experience
with enthusiasm.
A few hours ago, Michael would've never believed he would
enjoyed the feel of a hard cock sliding in and out of his mouth. His
own cock was harder than he could've imagined. This was a fantasy
that he never would've even admitted to himself.
Catherine held the back of his head tightly as she felt the
familiar pressure building inside of her. Seconds later Michael's
mouth filled with a creamy whiteness.
"Oh God yes!" Catherine exclaimed as she felt her energy
drain into the young man.
The excitement of a virgin mouth added to her climax as she
pumped every last drop of her orgasm into Michael. The young man
gagged a little until he opened his mouth wider to let some of her
seed splash down his chin. It felt strange, it felt forbidden....it
felt wonderful.
Drained, Catherine let her now softening cock slip from
Michael's mouth. She wiped the sticky residue from his chin with
her fingers and then licked them clean as well. Pressing her lips
again against his, she reached into his mouth with her tongue and
sampled her own fruits.
"Now it's your turn." she whispered into his ear in her
sexiest voice. "I'll be right back."
The tall woman moved over to a night table and removed a
small jar. She coated her fingers with the clear greasy gel from
the container and then smeared another generous helping of in on
Michael's rock hard cock. With all the excitement of the last hour,
just her touch was almost enough to cause him to explode.
"Not yet lover." Catherine said as she squeezed the base of
his cock in a way as to stem a rising tide.
Once more Catherine straddled her young captive and
lowered her ass against his rising cock. She placed a soft hand
alongside his hardness and guided it to her tight hole. Michael felt
a great tightness press against the head of his cock as she
pressed down against his manhood.
The pressure increased dramatically as Catherine took more
of him within her. Michael couldn't believe the tightness of her
ass, or how good it felt around his cock. No girl had ever felt this
great - not even Sally that first time in his father's pickup.
Catherine's pace began to increase as she rode his cock
faster and faster. With it grew Michael's pleasure. She slammed
her ass against his balls again and again, driving him deeper and
deeper inside of her.
"Fuck me lover!" she called out. "Fuck your woman!"
In every aspect of his mind, that was exactly what she was
to Michael. She might have a slightly different anatomy than he
had expected, but she truly was the girl of his dreams.
The tension in his cock could be felt all the way down to his
toes as the rising tide Catherine had paused a few minutes before
returned with double the intensity. His lover recognized the
tightness in his groin as she pressed against it once more.
Catherine pulled Michael's face against her breasts as she
slammed down once final time. An action that burst the dam within
him, sending a raging torrid into the tight confines of her ass.
The sudden release caused Michael's entire body to relax.
Like a rag doll he lost all strength in his extremities as it was
replaced by a crashing wave of euphoria. He opened his mouth to
speak but didn't have any energy to do even that.
The young man collapsed against the back of the chair, his
head resting in the bosom of her breasts. She wrapped her arms
around him and held him close, even as she felt him grow soft
inside of her.
He had been fun, as the smile on her face attested, the best
she'd had in a very long time. Michael had genuinely believed in
their little game, something very rare in her conquests. He might
very well be the one.
Normally, Catherine preferred virgins, only playing the
game once with each new lover. This time however, she was sure
there would be a second act.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1997
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