The puppet Master – part 1: Taxi teasings
Chapter 1
It was a Friday evening and the end of a very difficult week at work. I had never longed so much for a week to end but thankfully, finally, Friday evening was here. I didn’t care that it was dark, wet and windy. I didn’t care that the tube station was full to bursting. I didn’t care that I actually had to miss two trains simply because they were too full to get in. I was in no rush to join the hot, sweaty people unwillingly jammed up against one another so I hung back to wait for a train with a bit of space. I was just glad to be out of the office and on my way home to my cosy little flat in Shepherds Bush, content in the knowledge that I could pad around in my pyjamas all weekend if I wanted to.
The wind rushing down the underground platform was my cue to step forward in the hope that this time, I could board without being inadvertently groped or find myself pressed up against someone with bad halitosis. I was at the front of the throng as the screeching of brakes heralded the arrival of the train and I positioned myself in front of the sliding doors as any seasoned tube traveller would. The doors hissed open and we all shuffled aside to let just two passengers disembark before we piled in to find the best spots. There were, of course, no seats available but it didn’t really matter as I only had five stops to go and most people tended to get off at Notting Hill so I leaned against the glass partition and closed my eyes so that I did not have to make contact with my fellow travellers. I was used to the salacious stares of strangers on the train, the obvious gaping at my generous breasts and long legs, I even once had a man getting a kick out of smelling my long brunette hair! I knew I was considered an attractive woman but I really wasn’t in the mood for any unwanted attention that evening. Sure enough at Notting Hill Station most passengers spilled out of the doors and I was able to sit down for the remaining two stops and think about making some plans for the coming weekend. The rhythmic rocking of the tube must have sent me into a light doze because the sudden jolt of the brakes and the hissing of the doors broke into my consciousness and I realised we were at Shepherds Bush already! I grabbed my bag and almost hurled myself out of the doors, I really didn’t want to suffer the embarrassment of getting to the doors and have them shut in my face, trapping me inside and then having to wait until the next stop but I made it out onto the platform ok and headed for the exit.
The click clack sound of my heels echoing through the station was interrupted by the high shrill tone of my cell phone alerting me that I had a new message. I fumbled around in my bag, cursing the fact that I seemed to be carrying around so much rubbish whilst at the same time taking care to hang onto the moving hand rail of the escalator. I found my phone and navigated to my messages with my one free hand and as I glided up to street level I read his message. TAXI FUN TONITE 8PM.
Now, to understand this message you have to understand the relationship I have with my current man. I don’t call him my boyfriend because we don’t have sex. Well not the penetrative kind. I have sex, lot’s of it, with his consent ( actually under his instigation) but we don’t have a relationship in the normal sense. We don’t go out as a couple, we don’t have dinner together (unless it’s part of a sex game) and we don’t cuddle up together on the sofa to watch chick flicks. We play sex games, and they are getting more and more adventurous. In fact, correction, I play sex games. He’s the puppet master and I’m the very willing puppet.
Chapter 2
We met a few months ago in a club. I was out with a friend and we had just come off the dance floor hot and breathless, giggling together and just that little bit too drunk. I was getting plenty of male attention and since I’m not the sort of girl to shy away from a bit of flirting, I was in my element. I became aware that someone was watching me, you know that feeling where the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you feel compelled to turn and look. I turned my head and made direct eye contact with a very sexy looking man about twenty feet away from me. Within about 3 seconds I had decided that I was interested. He was tall, over 6 feet, broad shoulders, he looked like he took care of himself, nice skin with a slight golden tan and what looked like a well manicured and strong hand holding his drink. He wasn’t smiling, just staring and this unnerved me a bit. It was a surreal moment as it seemed that everyone else in the packed club, the noise, the music, everything just melted away and he was the only person in the room. He was gorgeous but there was something about him which made me hesitate for just a split second, far too self assured and intense and, perhaps dangerous? but I couldn’t drag my eyes away. I felt a physical jolt with the realisation that I had become sexually aroused. I was confused and flustered by my own strong reaction and I turned away fast. I was still trying to make sense of it all when a deep, extremely articulated and measured voice whispered in my ear ‘I find you intensely erotic and I am strongly attracted to you sexually. I think we can have a great deal of sexual fun together, do you want to find out?’. As he spoke, his lips brushed my ear and sent electrifying shivers through my entire body. I had never heard that line before, that was for sure, but I had also never felt so turned on by just a voice. My nipples were hard and I wanted him to take me there and then, but more than that, I realised that without him even touching me, I was wet between my thighs.
I excused myself from my friend, who was now being chatted up and was oblivious to me anyway and I followed him to a small table in a fairly quiet corner. The noise in the club made it difficult to hear properly but I caught snippets of what he was saying, enough to know that he was a businessman, in his forties, unmarried and was about to leave the club out of boredom when he spied me. We chatted for a while although the noise of the club did make it difficult to hear much and so I never quite got round to asking why he was there in the first place since he did not look like the usual type of clubber but our time together was cut short by an important message he received by text. He seemed irritated by the content of the message but it was apparently too important to ignore. Reluctantly he stood to leave with the promise that he would be in touch soon and after taking my phone number he kissed me on the cheek and then melted into the crowd without even a backward glance.
I sat for a while alone at the table we had shared just trying to relive the conversation but it was odd because I couldn’t really recall what was said in detail, just the sound of his voice, the fullness of his bottom lip and his long thick eyelashes ( such a waste on a man I always thought) was all I could remember. I put that down to the alcohol though but I wasn’t too drunk to hear the little nagging voice in my head which warned me to stay away. I wondered briefly if maybe the important message was from a wife he said he didn’t have, but I pushed that thought aside and moved to rejoin my friend and her group of admirers.
Chapter 3
I had no expectations that he would ever call but to my surprise he did the following evening. He was very apologetic for leaving me the night before and again, just the sound of his voice in my ear sent my hormones raging and my stomach flipping and tumbling. I could hear my heart thumping in my throat as I tried to sound casual in my responses, could he hear it too?. His voice sounded like he was smiling, like he knew the effect he was having on me and I hated the thought that someone could have that strength of power without seemingly trying. This time I couldn’t even put it down to the effects of alcohol but I told myself that I was reading too much into it, again brushing aside the little warning voice in my head. I heard myself inviting him round for coffee, an invitation he seemed genuinely keen to accept, which both surprised and flattered me. I tried to come across as casual and nonchalant as I gave my address details although as soon as I ended the call it was a completely different story altogether!
I flew around my flat plumping cushions, washing c
ups, straightening the bed, well you never know do you?, sliding to a dead stop in front of the mirror. OK, the flat was presentable but what about me? I reasoned that I might just have enough time for a very quick shower and a quick lick of makeup before he arrived so I bolted towards the bathroom and began stripping off my clothes, ensuring that I bundled them into the linen basket rather than leave them strewn all over the floor as I would usually do. I flicked the shower on whilst I went looking for a fresh towel. I was pleased with myself that I was using every second wisely and not wasting time waiting for the hot water.
I tied my long glossy hair up in a high ponytail so that it wouldn’t get wet, I reasoned that since I had washed it yesterday anyway I would save even more time by not washing it again so, pleased with my own efficiency, I stepped into the bath tub under the spray of tepid water. Hmm, could have done with a few more minutes I thought but there was no time to waste as I still had to work out what to wear and put on makeup that looked like I had made no effort at all. I smiled ironically to myself at that thought and I was just lathering myself up with my favourite Baylis & Harding shower gel when the doorbell chimed. I froze. I think my heart stopped. ‘What the hell?’ ‘Noooo, no, no, no, no, not yet!!’ I stepped out of the shower still covered in slippery suds and covered myself with my white cotton robe. The door bell chimed again. ‘Hang on!’ I called as I scurried down the hallway towards the front door. I left the chain on and opened the door just enough to see my visitor. To my dismay it was him. Already. My heart sank. I smiled apologetically as I removed the chain and then opened the door to let him enter.’ I, um, thought I had a bit more time to freshen up’ I said staring down at the foamy puddles I was leaving on the floor. He laughed, ‘You look fresh enough to me’ nodding at my breasts which were clearly on show through the wet cotton material. I smiled weakly at his attempt to ease my obvious embarrassment and hurriedly ushered him into the lounge. He stood casually beside the big bay window, his hands in his pockets looking every inch as mesmerising as I remembered. I hovered in the doorway, ‘If you wouldn’t mind, I’ll just be a few minutes’ I mumbled as I gestured to my robe and immediately scuttled out of the room without waiting for a reply. I had left the shower running and it was a small consolation that it had actually reached an enjoyable temperature by the time I stepped back under it.
I was rinsing off the now sticky residue of the shower gel when I had the same strange feeling of being watched that I had experienced in the club. I glanced over my shoulder and did a double take in shock. He was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, smiling. ‘Don’t mind me’ he said and made no effort to move. I was taken aback by his sheer audacity and was about to vent my indignation but stopped with the realisation that I was sexually aroused by his intrusion.
I am proud of my body and very uninhibited so if he wanted a show I would damned well give him one. I reached for the shower gel again, and turned full on to face him. He could see my body in all its glistening glory. My long toned legs, my flat belly, tiny waist and my heavy full breasts with dark pink nipples which had now become hard and erect. I placed my left leg on the side of the bath and slathered on the gel taking care to slowly start from the ankle and move all the way up in long, slow, circular movements. When I reached the top of my leg I purposely avoided going any further and instead elegantly replaced my left leg with my right. Now he could see my slightly parted lips and my little rosebud nub much clearer and when I reached the top of my right leg I made sure that I was in such a position under the spray of water that it washed the foamy suds right over my pussy like a little stream of warm, sweet, frothy bubbles. I instinctively slid my hand down to rub my now tingling clit but I decided that I didn’t want to make myself cum yet so I slid my hands round each hip to caress and squeeze my peachy round bottom. I turned around so that he had a great view and as I massaged each cheek I prised them apart a little and arched my back so that he could see the foamy cream run down the crevice between them before dripping slowly from my pussy lips. I heard his breathing quicken a little and my confidence grew. I half turned so that he could see me cup my breasts with both hands pushing them both up and in together in a slow rhythmic movement then letting them bounce back into place as I ran my hands down my belly stopping just short of my pussy. I repeated this a few times as I enjoyed the feeling I got when my heavy breasts were jiggling, it was like they had a life of their own and I felt little fissions of excitement in my nipples as the water sprayed down on them like tiny little stings. I was thoroughly enjoying myself now, brazenly watching his reaction to my every move. He was transfixed by me. I ran my hand down to the cheek of my bottom and turned my back on him again so that he could clearly see me slide my hand into the crevice between each soft cheek . I bent forward so that I could reach further and find my swollen clitoris from behind. I knew that he had a full view of my tight little anus and my now open pussy and I paused for a second so that he could have a really good look before I began to slowly move the whole of my hand back and forth enjoying the sensation the slippery gel was creating.
By now I was so turned on I wanted to go deeper but to do that I had to lean forward and place one hand on the wall so that I could arch back even further and open my legs wider to push out my bottom. This meant that he had a fantastic view and, more importantly, I could really reach in further and plunge my fingers deep into my hot, gaping pleasure hole. The cold tiles against my breasts only added to my arousal and I could feel myself getting nearer to my orgasm. My hand was slippery from my own juices and I was just about to reach for the slim showerhead so that I could use it as a dildo when I felt his cool hand sliding between my legs. He was unable to just watch, he wanted in on the action. His hand was large and strong and he applied just the right amount of pressure on my clitoris and between my labia, almost pushing his finger up into me as it slid back and forth. I wanted to cum already and I wanted to be really dirty. I had this animal desire suddenly engulf me and I wanted him to make me orgasm hard. I felt a pressure on my back and I realised that he wanted me to bend right over for him so I adjusted my stance enough to enable me to bend forward and hold onto the far edge of the bath. He was clearly a mind reader as I heard him reach up and unhook the shower head. It was the perfect shape for what he had in mind, long, smooth and curved at the head but the fact that it was metal, heavy and spurted water in pulsating bursts was the real attraction for me.
He carefully slid the heavy metal probe up inside me and I felt the sudden rush of warm water mingling with my own juices and filling me up inside, I let out a moan as he gently pulled it back out just enough so that the jet of water spurted against the soft flesh at the entrance of my wet hole. Each time he glided the rod in and out of me I spurted out a mixture of water and my own sweet juices I heard him murmer encouragement as my orgasm built. He reached up to replace the showerhead but held me in position with his free hand. He used both hands to stretch my pussy lips apart and I felt the cool air touch my skin. I felt open and exposed but so turned on that I wanted him to ram his fingers, his member, anything up inside me so that I could find some release but he wasn’t ready to do that. Yet. He blew gently on my throbbing clitoris and up into my vagina and I wanted to scream in ecstasy but all I could do was wiggle my bottom a little and beg him to finger me hoping it would urge him on but again he still wasn’t ready. His tongue flicked my nub and I physically jumped with the intensity of my own desire. My nerves were so frayed with desire if the feeling was a sound it would be much like the static interference between stations on a radio but it wasn’t a sound it was every nerve in my body electrified to its very core. I couldn’t keep a single coherent thought in my head all I could concentrate on was the feel of his fingers, teeth, lips on my body. His teeth gently grazed my swollen clitoris and realising how big it had become he wrapped both lips around it and sucked. That was it for me, I couldn’t hold it in any longer because with each pull on my engorged nub my orgasm crashed over me in waves. I cried out, I pa
nted and I ground my bottom right into his face. I balanced my shoulders against the wall again so that I could use both hands to pull open my bottom cheeks as far as they would go just so that he could suck me harder and get in even further. He slid two big strong fingers up into my hot pulsating hole and pumped hard just like I hoped he would and I was, at last, in heaven. He could have done exactly what he wanted with me at that point I was incoherent with pleasure and it seemed like time itself had stopped as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Eventually, as my orgasm subsided and my vaginal muscles calmed, he slowed down his pumping to a gentle slide back and forth. I took a deep breath and relaxed my tense muscles, my back was beginning to ache and my legs were weak and wobbly but I intended to return the pleasure, just perhaps not standing up. He slid his fingers out of me and popped them into his mouth as if sucking on a lolly. He licked all my juices from his fingers smiling and winking and said simply, ‘I’ll see myself out, I’ll text you’ and with that he turned and was gone!
I was shocked. I ran over what he said again in my head. Did he really just say that? Was that it? I’ll text you? The sound of the front door banging shut pulled me out of my thoughts ‘Wait!’ I shouted, my arm outstretched as if to pull him back. I hopped out of the shower and hurried towards the door. Had he really gone? Yes he really had. I stood in the hallway for what seemed like hours just staring at the door, half expecting him to come back through it with his irresistible smile and raised eyebrow, but he didn’t. I was shocked, stupefied, taken aback and hurt even but I had enough sense to realise that I was cold so I made my way back to my bedroom to dress. For the rest of that evening I couldn’t get him out of my head. I was in a state of confusion trying to work out if I had done something wrong. Should I call, should I leave it, what exactly was the etiquette of this kind of situation? My answer came quicker than I expected with a short text that simply read MY KIND OF DIRTY GIRL. I HAVE MORE DIRTY GAMES IN MIND, WANT TO PLAY PUPPET? I was delighted and relieved and like a pathetic little puppy just overjoyed to have received some attention again. I was so happy I simply assumed he had meant to say ‘poppet’ as a term of endearment so I immediately sent a text back saying ‘Yes, tell me’ but if I expected a reply, I would be disappointed because it didn’t come that evening. That was to be the format for our ‘relationship’. In the weeks to come he would text details of some dirty and erotic sex game and we would meet to play it out and then he would disappear again. I soon realised that ‘puppet’ had not been a spelling mistake.
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