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It was inevitable…
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It was inevitable… I sat in my car, parked down and across the street from your house, watching and waiting for you to get home. I knew where you were. It was that night of the week... two hour martial arts session that I knew would put you in that mood. Frustrations worked out, and aggression taken out on your sparring partners. Your muscles would be loose and probably even a little bit sore. Mentally and physically spent but with your testosterone high from the aggressive moves. In other words... exactly where I wanted you. We had chatted online after class on more than one occasion such that I knew what kind of mood you'd be in from the intense workout. You'd want to cam, but tonight was going to be different. I watch your car pull into the driveway and my pulse picks up a notch, my heart beat growing louder and stronger in my chest. I take a deep breath trying to keep it under control but my adrenaline is already on the rise in anticipation. I sit a little lower in my car, not wanting you to notice someone staring at you, watching your every move. Luckily for me, the sun is already down, the veil of darkness adding to my stealth. I watch you open the trunk and grab your workout bag, taking a look down the street as you close the trunk and head towards the door. Entering and closing the door behind you, I watch the windows carefully as you turn on the lights inside. Even though the curtains are closed, the various windows help me track your movements. The lights follow you through the house from the entry into the living room, through the kitchen and then back to your bedroom. I watch with greater interest as the bathroom light turns on. That window is closest to the front door, and signals me that the time is near. I give you a good fifteen minutes to shower and dress, not knowing how long you really take there but not wanting to rush things. I want you to feel relaxed at home... just another night by yourself. I get out of the car and lock the door with the key. I don't use the remote lock, wanting to keep the silence on the street undisturbed. I walk slowly and with purpose up the block, noticing the neighbors' flowers starting to bud in the spring weather. I keep my footsteps light, so as not to alert my friend of my approach with the telltale click of my heels. I am wearing a trench coat, not buttoned but both sides of the jacket fully overlapped across my front, tied at the waist and not giving any indication of what I am wearing underneath. I approach the front door, place a fingertip over the peephole, and taking a deep breath reach over and ring the doorbell. I imagine the look of slight confusion on your face. "Who could that be at this hour...?" you're probably thinking to yourself. A smirk crosses my lips, drawing up the left side of my smile. I hear your footsteps cross the living room to the door and listen for the pause as you attempt to look through the peephole. But you can't see a thing. What the heck is going on?? There's only one way to find out now. As I hear the door start to open, I remove my finger and place both hands on my hips. Feet apart, back straight, chest out, with head and chin held high, I'm a formidable sight. Your eyes and mouth both open widely. To say you're surprised to see me is an understatement. You take a breath in to say something but I stop you immediately with the lift of my right hand. "Don't say a word. I mean it. One word and I swear you will be very, very sorry." You close your mouth and I watch you swallow. Hard.  Raising my eyebrows ever so slightly, I coyly ask the obvious. "Aren't you going to let me in?" You open the door wider and step aside, letting me enter. As you close the door behind me, I stride into the room and survey my surroundings. All is just as I remembered. Couch, table, bookshelves, various knickknacks and art on the walls, desk and computer. Ah yes, the computer; home to many a webcam session. That poor little chair has seen some action, I smile to myself. I stop close to the computer and turn to face you. You still haven't said a word, which is of course a good sign. I grab the straps holding my coat around my waist and pull them loose. One hand reaching for the edge of the side underneath, I grab the edges of my coat and pull them wide apart, revealing my outfit underneath. You've told me how much you love this look before. Such a gamer geek, I can't help but laugh to myself. Howard, Leonard and Raj have nothing on you. I am wearing an incredibly skin tight spandex superhero type outfit, low cut to show off my impressive cleavage that you adore so much, with extra tall black suede boots and black thigh-high fishnet tights. I slowly shrug the coat off my shoulders and drop it down my arms towards the floor, revealing long black satin gloves. Your eyes are gleaming as you take it all in.  I step forward and reach out with my left hand, grabbing your crotch hard while you stand stunned and speechless by how sexy and powerful I am in my outfit. I place my index finger of my right hand on your lips, ensuring you continue to remain quiet. I say nothing and turn to lead you to the bedroom, pulling hard as I march through the house with you in tow. Crossing the bedroom threshold, I look around at the familiar surroundings. So neat and tidy, my little boy toy. Your momma has raised you well. I move the dimmer next to the door down a bit, softening the harsh light in the room. I lead you over to the bed, and turn you around so that your back is to the mattress and reluctantly loosen my grip. "Don't move now my little boy toy. You just stand here for a while and be a good boy. Close your eyes for me. And remember... not a word. Not yet anyway. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you." I release my grip and move around to examine both sides of the bed, making sure I remember where everything is located. I return to stand in front of you, watching your chest rise and fall with your breath. Looking you up and down, I can see you shaking ever so slightly with nervous anticipation. Having just showered you are not wearing much: just a t-shirt and shorts. How convenient. Standing in front of you, I place my hands on your shoulders and run them down your arms, reaching in to hold the sides of your waist. I grasp the hem of your t-shirt and start to pull upwards. "Lift your arms up," I say as I guide your shirt over your chest, above your head and down over your arms, letting it drop to the floor at our feet. I run my hands up your stomach and your chest, my fingers weaving their way through your chest hair. "Open your eyes," I command. You do and stare into mine as I reach your nipples and give them a firm squeeze between my fingertips. I take a slight step backwards and glance down at your shorts. Quite the tent has surfaced since I released my earlier grip. "Mmmmm," I whisper as my fingers glide back down your stomach and stop just at the top of your waistband. "...and what do we have here?" I turn my hands around and slide the backs of my fingertips down further, gently stroking your cock down and back up over your shorts. Your breath catches and your eyes close briefly as you inhale sharply. I can see a wet spot starting to form on your shorts, your cock leaking precum in sweet anticipation. I grab the waistband of your shorts and pull the elastic out slightly, guiding your shorts down and over your hardened cock, past your thighs and down to the floor. "On the bed now. On your back. You know what to do."  Stepping out of your shorts, you move back to lie in the middle of the bed, arms and legs spread out towards the four corners. I walk around to the left side first, reaching down to grab the strap while you watch my every move. I undo the Velcro and secure the strap around your wrist, and then move to do the same to your ankle. When that side is secured I move around to the other side of the bed and do the same, first strapping down your wrist and then your ankle. I adjust the straps ever so slightly, making sure you remain secure yet comfortable. I open the side table drawer and pull out an adjustable cock tie. Purple. Ha. So very cute. That's a job I'd love, I laugh to myself, designing sex toys. I would have made this one glow in the dark. I loosen up the ring and slide it to the base of your cock and balls, moving slowly in the process and feeling every inch of your hardness, teasing your cock with my fingers in the process. I tighten the base and then secure the second section of the ring at the base of your cock, everything standing nicely at attention. The tip of your cock is glistening wet with precum. I give it a little stroke with the tip of my index finger, enjoying the slickness of it a little too much. I reach back over to the table drawer and pull out a cock pump. Your eyes get wider with anticipation. Placing the pump over your cock, I make you extra hard with several pumps of the cock pump... Your heavy breathing and gentle moaning tell me that you are enjoying this very much. After a while your cock is completely engorged, and I stop the pressure and remove the pump. I climb on and straddle your chest, facing away from you so you can't see what I'm doing. I lightly tease your cock with my fingers, enjoying how it jumps with every stroke and change in pressure. "You're a very bad boy, you know. You tell me that all the time that you know how wrong it is to want me, and that you shouldn't and don't want to do this. I'm a married woman, after all. You feel that this is wrong on so many levels, and yet your cock is just sooo very hard. Even though you think it's wrong, you still want it don't you? You want it because you think it's wrong. I don't know why you keep saying that anyway. If you really didn't want it, you would get soft."  Needless to say, you don't. If anything, saying this out loud makes you even harder. I turn around so that I'm facing you. I slide down your torso and start grinding my pussy against your hard cock through the spandex. This only makes you harder and leak even more. I say I bet you would love to feel how wet I am, even if it would be wrong and maybe even a little dangerous... "If you get soft, I'll know you really don't want it and I'll stop. I promise." I start to count down from ten... When I reach ten, you are still rock hard, so I pull the crotch of my outfit to the side, exposing my soaking wet pussy... I start rubbing it up and down your shaft, feeling every inch of you along my pussy and making you throb even more. I say I bet you would love to be inside me... deep inside me. You can't hide your desire. You start to feebly protest again, telling me it's wrong. "If you really truly feel that way, you would get soft. Then I'll know you really don't want it and I'll stop. I promise." I give you 15 seconds this time, and start the countdown again... After time is up, I take your still engorged cock, hold it upright and slide all the way down it. "Mmmm, damn baby. I just love how your cock feels so very deep inside me. Too bad you're so sure how wrong this is." I start riding your cock up and down, faster and faster, harder and deeper. I say I bet you want to cum right now, and fill my married pussy with your hot creamy cum... "You are one twisted, bad, little boy, aren't you?" You half-heartedly beg me "no... please... stop," but obviously love it and are coming closer and closer to the edge. "If you don't want to cum inside me, really and truly don't want it, then you won't and you will get soft. Then I'll know you really don't want it and I'll stop. If you do get soft now, I'll climb off and leave you alone. I promise." I give you 30 seconds... I start grinding on your cock, going faster and harder, making you watch me play with my tits through my outfit... You don't even make it to 10. And when you cum I slam down on your balls deep and hard... "Yes! Fill my pussy with your cum!" I've told you again and again how I want to milk the cum out of you until you don't have any more to give me. Now is no exception. When I finish milking your cock with my pussy, I climb off and straddle your chest, making you watch as it oozes out of me. "You knew this was going to happen when you opened the door, didn't you? It was inevitable. I knew you wanted it. How could you not? After all, I gave you plenty of chances to get out of it..." I say as I show off my body in the spandex again.  And then I laugh. I sit up and move forward slightly, smearing my juices and your cum all over your chest, which makes your cock jump. I lean down and forward, suffocating you with my titties and whisper..."You know I'm only just getting started. I know you like knowing I want to show you what it's really like to fuck, and be fucked. and be seriously fucked with." This story is a little fantasy that a friend shared with me and that has been embellished a bit by me. This scenario hasn't actually happened... yet  . I'll have to see how close I can come to this telling when the time does come. Of course, you know it will. He knows it will too. It's inevitable. Hope you enjoyed it! Until next time... |
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