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Louise Series One
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Louise Series One As an anonymous birthday present, I was asked to write this for a friend of mines wife. To this day she has no idea I wrote this. Not my fantasy, this is there fantasy ------------ Louise May 1993 "Please stop!" "Do it!" "No, I can't!" "You did it before in front of X and you'll do now!" "Please, take it off, its hurting me, please!" "Your lying, its not tight at all. But if you do stop I'll tighten it!" "Kiss me! Please!" I grab her throat, not squeezing at all, the threat is enough I knew, "don't you fuck'n tell me what to do!" "I don't want to..." "You don't want to what!" "No, don't make me say it!" "Say it!" I started squeezing my hand, something I had never done before. "AAAAH, Oh my god, I don't want to come yet..." It was over. With a smile on her mouth, "asshole." Untie her hands, take the makeshift blind fold off. Pulled her down to the center of the bed, take the docks off. "MMMM, that feels good." Starting with her toes, then the feet, her legs(still hard from the tension), whipping off vagina juices where ever encountered, all the way to her head the stroking and massaging continued. Then we lye together. Breathing changed as she started to sleep. I drew the covers over her legs, got up and went over to the table were the camera was. Flawless instant, trapped. Go into living room and finish reading Lasher. I asked her why she wasn't wearing her docks. "I have bruises on my ankles asshole." I asked her if they ached. "No." She told me that she had fallen in love with walking barefoot. She told me that she needed to have the sensation of dull pins more. She told me that maybe we could get some small pebbles for the next time to scatter on the bed. Exactly what I was thinking. She showed me her feet. Black and brown. "Aren't they beautiful?" "Yes. I want to wash them." It was enough to see the new attitude in her steps to make me want to take her with out warning. We had never tried that game before. Someday we will, its the nature of our relationship. Switch "Pour me a bath, and make it warm on the cool side, just deep enough to immerse my feet." "Yes." "Next time you talk you will have to leave!" Standing right behind me she watches as I get her bath ready. "Good, now take off my skirt." I stayed kneeling, turned around, reached behind to her back and undid the buckle. The skirt feel to her feet. "Now the panties." I knew the enigma she cared with her all day. Her panties were obviously to small. Deep rivets, deep red. She was wet, her lips were swollen, crushed in on themselves. I'm mad with excitement, I deserve to have her in my mouth. She pulled away suddenly. When she came back she put a dish cloth around my eyes. Crude, tempestuous. Obscurity, this is what I'm best at. Feeling my way to the side of the tub. I feel her move around to the front of me. Sit in the water. Fresh cool water mixed with cunt hit my nostrils. Reach out. Touch her knee. Down to the foot. Right foot. Holding her foot in my left hand I reached the soap. Move the soap through and among my fingers, lost in the rough greasiness. "Hurry up!" Hook my arm under her leg, pull it up out of the water, holding it to my chest. Around her ankle, to the base of her heal, along the inside, along the length, each toe I cradle in my palm, pulling my hands back over her whole foot. "MMMMM" The smell of cunt was stronger. She was masturbating. I did her other foot. Slower, more intensely. Smears her hand to my shock and voracity across and over my mouth. Water, sweat, cum. Collage of trickles, squeaks, splashing. She's standing. "Stand up. Hold out your hand!" Put your left leg up on the side of the tub. Take his hand and pull it towards you. Put his palm on your vagina, fingers touching your asshole. Push his middle finger inside your ass. Deeper. You know this is making him delirious with excitement. "You like that eh?" Pull his finger out. Let go of it. It falls to his side. She's leaving, I can hear her hand dipping into the water, the sound of water draining. I want to yell, "Don't go..." Was that a door I heard. Is that talking. Anxiety. Now I was getting hard. Hands on my head. Light! Her skirt was back on. Signals to move into the tub. Oh what fun. Pulls the shower<b> curtains </font></b>across. "Take off your cloths. Start the shower, and make it nice and warm." She comes back with a proper blind fold, a leather head mask, openings for the mouth and nose exclusively. We never use the mask unless there is a plan and we want the other person to absolutely not see what's happening. Suddenly a flood of memories. Standing in a sex shop. Reggae playing on the speakers. A TV hung from the ceiling showing scenes of Necromancer. We had searched all afternoon trying to find a store that had leather masks, below five hundred dollars. And there in front of us was a wall of selection. We picked the kindest one we could find. She tried it on. Wow. All over the store people were trying equipment and cloths on. Behind a rack of porno mags a woman was trying a vibrator, pushing it in as far as she could, look of disappointment, puts it back in the box. We looked at each other and I knew she was trying her hardest to not crack up. The vibrator must have been the size of a tusk. Memory switches to putting the mask on standing at the abandoned bus stop. I felt protected and anonymous. The power I got from the mask made me think I was evil, it took away all of my humility. My cock was so hard it hurt. We only actually used the mask twice in the month since we bought it. As she put the mask on me the reassurance of isolation returned to me. Leather and sweat fill my senses. Standing in the shower, water pouring down on me, blind, leaning with my back against the wall. Backs up into me, I don't touch, don't think I'm allowed to. I don't know what to do with my hands. So I do nothing. My cock up against the lower of her back. You push your back up against him. Take your left hand, put it on your vagina, spread the lips, move one of your fingers inside, feeling the inside, feel as much as you can, hot and wet. Bring your finger out, spread the juice around your lips, don't touch your clitoris. With your right hand reach around and take his penis and guide it into your vagina. Hold still. Tell him to not move. "Don't move!" Using the wall in front of you to brace yourself, bend forward, push yourself as to take as much of his cock as you can. Flex your inner vagina muscles, massage the penis inside you. Now stop. Pull yourself away. Oh god I'm close. I feel frenzied, even angry. The shower stops. "Kneel!" Finally she's going to let me experience her in my mouth. Oh how I want to trace the skin of the inside of her thighs. Time passes... I'm kneeling to long. Is she even in the bathroom? My knees start to hurt a little. "K, sit down cross legged!" Leans over me. I feel a breast touch my left shoulder. I hope she is going to cradle me. She pulls me forward and puts the plastic hand cuffs on. Pushes me back against the wall. "What ever is put over your mouth you will take in! And when I tell you to do something you will answer yes A!" "Yes A." A slice of orange rubs my lips, I take it in. "Don't chew, swallow it!" "Yes A." It easily slips down my throat. Fingers. I take them in, sucking the salt, traces of strawberry. A butter knife, coated with what tastes like honey and cinnamon. I swoon. A strawberry touches my lower lip. I take it in, crushing it with my tongue, I swallow it. I can almost hear her smile. "Tell me you love me." "I love you A." "I also love you K." Next I feel extremely soft skin on my lower lip. What is this? What part of her body... A penis! I shoot back, bashing my head against the wall. Who was here, was it X? "K, take it in!" I managed to control my voice, "yes A." As I lingered against the wall, the exotic flesh storms on to my lips. Between the dread and the light headedness, I'm numb. "K...!" I release my mouth. Who ever he was he craving for me to take his penis in my mouth desperately. As soon as I opened my mouth he started pushing the tip of his penis past my lips. He stayed with just the head in my mouth. I suck and licked. I had tasted my come on A's fingers but never could I be prepared for the heat, the revulsion, the apprehension of his absolute cock sliding down and across my tongue to the rear of my throat. This was mine, this cock was mine to do with as a I desired. As long as it was in the domain of my mouth. I performed with it as if by some marvel my very own penis had found its way into my mouth. Open your eyes. Look down. You see a man sitting cross legged. Drenched man. Leaning up against the wall with hands behinds his back. Black mask with soaked long black hair pushed out from the bottom clinging to his shoulders and neck. That is your penis in his mouth. What do you see? Do you see his mouth generously taking in the head of your cock. His tongue licking the under side of your cock. The woman embracing you by the waste wont let you give the sitting man the rest of your cock. She is in control. She is the one who guided your cock with her hands into the sitting man's mouth. Now she manoeuvres you closer, into his mouth. Finally. I can feel the swollen head move down my tongue. The shaft of his cock seams endless. I'm not going to choke even though it feels like that. Pulling out, slowly, pushing it back in. Making love to my mouth. I know what A does to me when she sucks me so I do it to him, start flicking my tongue on the under side of his cock. Convulsion of pre-come. I'm afraid I might puke if he cums in my mouth, yet I know I will accept every last droplet. And then... Heat. Shudder. Pushing. Whining. It hits my throat, I consume, still flicking my tongue, I can almost feel the tub shaking. I start to feel daring. As if on cue, "take him all!" I can only think "yes A." Stretch my neck, push myself into him, open my throat, a fist opens and closes again and again in my mouth. I did it. I have given head, a blow job, gave oral sex to a man, made love to a penis with my mouth. The scepter leaves my mouth. My tender mouth. Breath through my mouth. Clench my teeth. Withdraw X's cock away from his mouth, turn him around, bend down and lick K's saliva of X's cock. Push X out of the way so you can get to K. There he is. Just sitting there. So neglected. You can practically see the pulse in his penis, a beat pushes a drop of jism out, dribbling down, combining with the mass of wetness. Tell him to play with him self, give him consent to orgasm. "Play with your self. We want to see you cum!" "Yes A." Break the cuffs. So much cum on my penis. Spread it around. Try to look up. A fist holding on for dear life massaging. Up down, up down, up down. Release. Silence. How much time is passing. Hands on the back of my neck, undoing the mask buckle. So bright. A is standing there, fully dressed. Mischievous smile. So awakened So trusting. "Lets eat. I ordered a pizza about 30 minutes ago, it'll be here any second." |
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