After Work
I stand quietly, motionless, watching you intently as
you exit the lobby of your office. The sky is slightly
overcast, and there is a slight chill in the air, and
it causes you to clench your jacket together in your
delicate hands. You head to the parking lot, seeking
the refuge of your automobile, unaware of my presence.
But I am painfully aware of you. It has been two weeks
since our last encounter, and memories of the
sweat-filled, impassioned, raw session has not left my
thoughts. I need my fill of you again.
I step out from the alcove in long, powerful strides,
reaching you in seconds. I spin you to face me, your
face momentarily expressing the shock and fear you
feel. You relax seeing my face, and smile, lips
seeking my own. The are so full and delicious and I
relent, bending slightly so that you may kiss me. As
you do, and your eyes close as we intertwine, I step
into you, sandwiching you between my body and the door
panel of the car. Before you realize what I have done,
I have my handcuffs on you, and your wrists restrained
behind your back, captured within the cool metal grip.
You stare up at me with those stunning eyes,
questioning my intent without words. I kiss your
forehead gently, and lean into your left ear,
whispering "You are to be mine tonight, totally and
without reservation, do you understand?"
You nod, and without further words I take your keys
from behind your back, unlock your trunk, and toss in
all the small items you are carrying, including your
purse. I close and lock it, and lead you around to the
passenger seat of your car. I sit you down, still
restrained, and enter on the driver's side. I pull
off, exiting the lot and entering the street, and head
north, to the industrial section of town. I watch you
sit there, your spirit strong and willful, scanning
our progress intently, curious and excited and perhaps
a little scared. But my intent is not to harm you, but
rather, to provide the metered release of overcoming
pleasure. I wish to heighten your anxiety, and as we
wait at a light, I reach across producing a small,
black, satin blindfold, and secure it across your
eyes. You squirm slightly, but do not vocalize any
displeasure.
I smile, inwardly, and continue driving, and soon we
arrive at the intended destination, a looming
warehouse-looking structure that is dark, save for a
small dim light from a side entrance. I lead you from
the car, into the side door, inside and down steps,
into a medium-sized, candlelight room. You remain
blindfolded, and cling to my arm, for safety as much
as guidance.
You feel me lead you to what feels like a small wooden
table, its sooth varnished surface warm underneath
your hands. I release on side of the handcuffs,
freeing your right wrist momentarily, until it is once
again secured, this time to a heavy leather device
that is bolted to the tabletop. Your other wrist is
secured in similar fashion, and I slide you onto the
table, face up, still blindfolded. You are still
completely dressed, and I set upon the task of
dismantling your wardrobe, working through the layers
until reaching your undergarments, which I leave in
place. They are a wonderful shade of deep, rich
burgundy, and the satiny material shimmers in the
pale, dim light of the candle flame. Your breath is
quick now, uncertainty evident in your deep cycling of
inhales and exhales, causing your wonderful chest to
rise and fall there upon the table.
Suddenly, your heart races even faster, as you hear
the unmistakable sound of a third person in the room.
You struggle within your restrains, unsure and
anxious, wishing your blindfold was removed. Your
struggles are rewarded with nothing but a touch,
coming not from me, but my cohort, who runs a slow
moving hand the length of your body, from the very tip
of your toe, up your calf, over your knee, your thigh,
hesitating slightly near your crotch, over your
stomach, between your breasts, up to your neck, and
ending the grazing at your ear. You gasp, writhing at
the touch of this stranger, unable to deny the passion
and excitement that is growing within you. You feel
the familiar moistness between your legs that comes
all to often around me, and you squirm, still held
tightly within the restraints, small moans escaping
your tender, parted lips.
It is with shock you react, when you feel a tongue,
tender and wet, probing your crotch, pushing past your
dampening panties, penetrating those tender and full
nether lips, until it reaches your core, and begins
lapping at your juices. You cry out in ecstasy, your
voice echoing in the room, until my lips meet yours,
and my tongue probes your mouth. Small, flowing tears
run from the corner of each eye, not of pain but of
the overcoming pleasure, washing over you in two
waves, one from me, kissing your upper lips, and one
from your crotch, caused by the stranger. You climax
as the unknown tongue continues to probe, now
penetrating you in small strokes, working in and out,
sucking at your liquid excitement.
We withdraw from you, still twitching in the throes of
orgasm, upon the wooden table. As you come down,
perspiration forming in little beads at your temples,
you feel my hands remove you from your restraints, and
stand you up. You instantly reach for your blindfold,
eager to see who the stranger is that so skillfully
brought you to orgasm with their tongue. But my strong
hands prevent you from completing your desire, and
raise your hands above your head, to secure them to
hanging chains. You are helpless, hanging blindfolded,
completely at my whim.
You feel two tongues begin to eat at you, one buried
in your crotch again, another pushing forth into your
tight anus. It probes the orifice slowly, working past
the tight, firm outer ring, seeking out that sensitive
inner ring, until it finds and begins to massage it,
and you gasp at the overwhelming pleasure that
radiates outward from your cheeks. You struggle
between the two tongues, attempting to drive them
further into you, enraptured by the sensation, moaning
into the darkness.
Then, suddenly, they cease their movement, exiting
you, leaving you dripping and throbbing, still
hanging, and whimpering for more. Your thighs are
soaked with saliva and your juices, which run down in
wide trails. Then, without warning, you are
simultaneously penetrated, two thick members pushing
into you, delving into you with exacting and metered
precision, inching further slowly. You cry out, shrill
and passion-filled, your voice echoing around the
room. You feel every vein upon there hard length, ever
crease upon the shaft, the entire shape of the bulbous
heads. The inch into you, evenly, the heads pushing in
to your rectum and vagina at the same pace, separated
by the thin flesh inside you, filling you completely.
You shudder in pleasure as they reach the hilt and
begin alternating strokes, one pushing in while the
other is withdrawing, working you skillfully, until
you are racked with multiple orgasms.
Tears of ecstasy stream from your face, as your two
lovers climax and withdraw, spewing seed over your
crotch and your full cheeks. You murmur for more,
seeking additional attention, eager for more
penetration. In doing so, you have disobeyed my first
statement to you this evening, that you are mine, and
your pleasure is at my whim. The next thing you feel
is not me pushing into your hot, wet tightness, but
rather a soft horsehair whip glide across your bottom,
spanking you. You cry out in surprise again, and I
continue, undaunted, until your cheeks grow flustered.
You stammer your intention to remain obedient, and
after a few more strokes I stop, only to affix small,
black metal nipple clamps to each breast. They pinch
and grab deliciously, biting into the tender flesh
firmly but not overly painfully. Again you gasp, and
squirm, awash in sensation. I remove your blindfold,
and you blink rapidly, eyes trying to adjust to the
dim light. You see my conspirator, silent, tall and
handsome, leaning against a far wall, recovering. You
see me to your right, watching you closely, mulling
over ideas. You call to me, wanting me to untie you. I
do not go to your side, but, to your shock, another
person does, emerging from the shadows. She is a small
Asian woman, dressed in black leather, carrying what
appears to be a large ebony dildo in her small hands.
She is expressionless, and remains so as she reaches
up to untie and lower you, but not before licking you
clean of the semen and saliva, her delicate tongue
darting to and fro, until you glisten with her
moisture.
After you are released, and standing, I draw near,
lead you to your knees. I take your hands, place them
around my member, still slick from you, and enter your
mouth. I shake at the feeling, so warm and wet and
suckling, feeling myself grow within you. You work me,
progressively sucking faster, your cheeks concave
around me, breathing hard through your nose, hair
askew. You are surprised but do not resist as you feel
the woman make you rise, and my hands still keep your
head on me. She makes you bend over, legs straight
beneath you, until you are between us, cocked over.
You then realize that it was a strap-on, not a simple
dildo, and soon feel it moving inside you, as she
takes you from behind, penetrating deeply, pushing
with a force you are amazed her little petite frame is
capable of. With every thrust from her more of me is
shoved into your mouth, and soon my member nudges the
top of your throat. You again feel the throes of
orgasm building, and are blinded by feeling, overcome
by climax once more, sweating exhausted, and collapse
between us. I lift you, limp, into my arms, and
release the clamps from your chest. I carry you into
another small room, laying you into a small, antique
bathtub. There I wash you, using a soft sponge and
gentle strokes. When clean, I wrap you in a terrycloth
robe, your own overcoat, and carry you to the car. I
sped you home, into bedroom and we drift of into a
deep and satisfying slumber.
