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The scenario had been discussed and then played out on countless occasions over the couple months that we met and began a friendship, starting with emails and eventually moving to instant messaging; we learned and shared a lot and really seemed to hit it off, we had the same interests and we both seemed to fall naturally into the roles of the scenario we had chosen, so even though this was the first time we had actually seen each other face-to-face there wasn’t the typical uncomfortable newbie vibe about our meeting. As planned, I let you in the door and we said our greetings, and then I simply walked off and down the hall to where the bedroom is. You allowed me the time to change out of the over clothing I answered the door in and then right on queue you opened the bedroom door and walked right in. Though I was mostly turned away, I looked back to catch your practiced surprise in your face and I promptly blushed and tried to cover up. I had just climbed upon the queen sized bed when you busted through the door and my sad attempts to pull the bed comforter up around me while I was in the center of it failed immediately, so after a few more attempts I just dropped my arms and then I dropped my head; my chin flatly atop my chest as I sat there on my knees in the middle of the bed. Minutes played out in maddening silence; not daring to lift my head to find out what you are doing, hearing nothing but your breaths and knowing that I am completely exposed. Still kneeling where I am on the bed I know that you can see through the sheer black panties I am wearing, and even though I am embarrassed that you can clearly see my ass I am also thankful that I was not facing you. My heels help to partially block the view, but I know that it is already far too late, and you have already seen most of what there is to see. I am on the edge of a scream; your non reaction keeps me frozen where I am while the sexual tension courses throughout my body and makes everything tingle inside me, and finally when I can take no more silence and unknowing I turn my head and look over my left shoulder to catch your eyes. Eyes lock and a new silence begins, and this one eats me up ten times faster so I quickly burst in the form of a mumbled apology that is barely audible. You eyes imprison me and I want to get up and run, eyes that are the entire universe for me at this moment show no anger, but neither do they show any compassion, so when you ask me what I just said it was crystal clear communications that bullshit would not be tolerated, translated silently through your serious dark eyes. “I am sorry, Daddy” I whisper, hoping I said it loud enough that you won’t make me repeat myself. Here comes the pitch black silence again and it now has a defining sound; my mind immediately thinks of AM radio and when a station picks up a<b> whine </font></b>that starts off so faintly you don’t even notice it and it grows in the background of your mind until it is screaming in your ear. Another year seems to pass as the clock ticks off an additional moment and then I find I am grateful just to hear your grunt. You begin to walk towards the bed and I find my body immediately stiffening up in unknown anticipation, still unclear if you are angry, partially fearing a possible strike of your hand. You motion with your hand and I sheepishly travel on my stocking covered knees towards the edge of the big bed, we meet in the middle of the back edge and you immediately grab one hand. Eye contact has been made again and your eyes are holding mine steadily again, but your eyes seem slightly softer now and I do not feel threatened so I relax a little when you grab my left hand and raise it within yours above me head. Your strong hand easily pulls me up off the bed and into a standing position next to it and with the swiftness of a predator you change positions with me and sit yourself on the edge of the bed. You still have my hand raised and now you prompt me to spin slowly for you, and like a well programmed and finely tuned machine my hips guide my body in a slow circle. So much time had passed since you walked through that bedroom door that when you finally do speak to me my voice croaks when I try a response; “A little while” I say again, slightly louder this time and clearer, when you ask how long I have been wearing women’s underwear. You have spun me back and forth twice now and I know that you have seen everything, and yet I still have no usable information from your eyes or your voice where you stand on this ‘new discovery.’ You lower my hand to my side once you have turned me back to face you directly, and with grace your hands are next directly placed one on each bare hip. Fingers toy with and then slightly tug on the black garters holding my thigh high stockings up, and while you continue to completely hold my eyes with yours you slide your open palms down bare skin until you slip them across nylon clad thighs. The tension has built within me since the moment of your arrival, and now with your hands upon me I cannot hold back a throaty moan that seems to start deep in my chest. You gasp dramatically at my moan and quickly spin me around by the hips; moving so quickly that I nearly fall forward once my back is facing you and you stop me in place. Without warning you swat my panty covered ass with your open hand and I am more surprised than hurt when you call me a filthy for enjoying this. Another unannounced slap soon lands on my other ass cheek and this time I bite my tongue to hold back my excitement, but when I am spun back around yet again to face you there is no question of my excited state in the front of my black panties. I watch you look me up and then slowly look me back down, taking in the black and maroon babydoll that barely reaches the beginnings of my thighs. The babydoll is satin and lace and one glace at the hardened nipples pressing out through the black lace told me that I was indeed a , because I was surely enjoying this. The red satin hem of the babydoll is a sharp contrast to my white skin, and then the black garters and satin panties complete my look until the eyes meet the black heels strapped onto my stocking feet. The sheer material of my panties are no match to the rock hard erection standing it straight out in front of me, and I watch as you spend extra time taking note of my condition before you look back directly in my eyes. “You like this, don’t you slut?” you ask me as you quickly rise from the bed to stand next to me. Even in my four inch heels you still tower above me, and the smooth quickness of your movements frightens me just a little, so I cry out in real surprise when you swiftly grab me by the shoulders and push me down upon the bed. I roll over onto my back and look up at you; your eyes are already on mine for a moment until they take another brief glace down at my lap where the tip of my cock has caused a large pre-cum wet spot on the sheer material of my panties. Your eyes linger than raise back to meet mine, a long moment of anticipation passes and then you are moving like a cat again. “You want to be a little I am going to treat you like a little , you hear me, slut?” You pant as you begin stripping off your clothing. Fear of danger temporarily blinds me and I back up to the pillows on the bed and then you are in the nude, climbing on all fours towards me on the bed with the largest erection I have seen bouncing back and forth between your thighs. I am trapped, you are now upon me… Just a quick attempt to semi describe the dream I had recently. Hope it didn't bore you. ~Billie Lyric quote: Talking In Your Sleep by the Romantics  |
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So? Good? Bad? Boring? Atrocious? ...please??? ~B
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