by Bridy McAvoy
He pressed against my butt, using his feet to ease mine apart then moved back. I thought he was going to spank me again, and there was nothing I could do to escape him, but I was wrong. A moment later he was back and I felt his cock, hard and hot, slide along the crease of my butt. Panic flared as I thought he was going to fuck my ass, break into my final virginal opening, but he didn’t. Instead he dipped down, letting his cock find the gap between my legs, and then he rubbed himself against my slit. I was still wet, and I guess horny after the sequence of orgasms he’d just given me in his office. When he flexed his knees again, he changed the angle and thrust up into me. I grunted as he pushed all the way in, but there was no pain. Well, not down there. Higher up my breasts were pushing against the bars as he thrust, but the pleasure his cock was giving me was more, much more, overwhelming everything else.
I think I came within seconds, then again just before he discharged up into me. He pulled out and moved away, leaving me there. My legs were only supporting half my weight—I was hanging on my arms. He reached to the small of my back and unclipped my bra, leaving it hanging on my chest. If I moved away from the bars, I knew it would fall. Then he left me there. I twisted to see where he was going and sure enough my bra hit the floor. He chuckled and continued to walk back to his office.
He left me there for twenty minutes, twenty agonizing minutes. I could feel our mingled juices running down between my legs, coating the inside of my thighs. I felt used and, to be honest, abused.
Once the twenty minutes were up he came back, picked up my bra and walked off with it. I guessed I wouldn’t see that again for a while. Remember, I’d already lost the panties in his office. He kept the set as a souvenir till the following week. Not because he wanted to keep them—simply to make me drive home with nothing under the dress, with the garters on show as I drove.
When he came back, he released me and I frowned at him as I massaged my circulation back into my arms. He gave me my purse and steered me toward the front door as I pulled the dress back up into position.
“Go home and relax. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I was outside before I realized his entire plan. It was still the middle of the afternoon, and I was dressed in about as inappropriate a manner as I could be, in public, in the middle of town, covered in cum. I scurried for my car before anybody saw me—I think I got away with it. There was no way I could go home like this, so I headed for the condo again, parked as close to the side entrance as I could and ran inside as fast as I could get the door unlocked.
Luckily the cleaning service came on a Tuesday, not a Thursday, or I’d have given someone a heart attack. My shoes hit the floor and my dress followed before I remembered the drapes were open, but I didn’t care. I needed that shower to wash off the filth on my body. By the time I felt clean, I’d calmed down too—it was hard to stay angry with a man who’d just given me at least seven, if not ten, orgasms, even if he had risked exposing me and ruining my reputation—and his own in the process.
A little later I got a text from him.
That was a bad idea. Sorry, won’t happen again.
My answer was terse. Too right.
I went home and spent the evening flirting with Kirk by text message. I even looked up some shorthand codes for various things on the net, just to spice up our chat. I guess it got quite raunchy before I called it a night.
Friday, Mr. Bryant took me into his office and apologized again. We didn’t discuss anything, but I think he guessed I wasn’t that interested in bondage games, even if I had cum twice while he had me chained to one of the stacks. We didn’t explicitly agree that it wouldn’t happen again, but it didn’t.
* * * *
She looked over at me. “To this day, he’s still the only man to handcuff me to something and fuck me. You want to try it, honey?”
“Why, you got the handcuffs here, too?”
“No, but I can order a pair on-line. They’ll deliver tomorrow.”
“I’ll pass…for now.”
I watched her shiver at the implied threat. Then she smiled at the implicit promise that I’d still be there to take her up on it. After a moment she returned to her narrative.
* * * *
Friday night I decamped down to the condo, starting a pattern that held for many months. I spent my weeks at the house, and my weekends at the condo. That was how I eventually met Max and heard about my father’s boat. I guess it had been on the register of assets on the will, but I was still reeling from grief at that time. Despite the revelation about this place, I hadn’t noticed it.
Friday evening I didn’t hear from Kirk. I later found out he’d been out with his mates, boozing, and no doubt telling them about the hot piece of ass he had a date with the following night. Saturday was spent shopping again, looking for a killer dress, but without success. I couldn’t wear the flame dress again—it was soiled from Thursday’s antics—so I had to settle for nipping back to the house and ransacking my wardrobe. I ended up choosing a white summer dress with large poppies printed on it. I chose a white underwear set to go with it, a strapless bra, with boy-shorts style panties, over a white garter belt and stockings. I wore red sandals to break up the look and make it less virginal.
Then it was back to the condo to get ready. You know, all the little things—shower, hair styling and makeup, not forgetting the manicure and pedicure. I guess it was about five past seven when I was ready. Fashionably late, but not so late.
Just leaving now You rdy? S
Sure, babe. I’ll be outside. xxx K
I’d already plugged his address into the satnav app on my phone and it wirelessly connected me to the car. Five minutes later I pulled into his street and I could see him lounging against a tree in front of one of the houses. As I pulled up I saw his eyes widened at the realization I was driving a Beemer and he nodded his appreciation of my car.
“Nice wheels, babe.” He leaned across the center console and planted a kiss on my cheek, then sat back to admire his surroundings. What is it with guys and cars? I felt second best for a moment, but once I pulled away he twisted in his seat so he was looking at me rather than the leather trim and the plethora of knobs and dials in front of me.
“You know Kirby’s?”
“Passed it.”
“Won’t need directions then, babe. I’ve got a table for eight o’clock. They do a mean stuffed trout, and usually it’s freshly caught that day. I’m surprised you’ve never tried it.”
“Don’t tend to eat in that kind of place alone.”
“You don’t date?”
“That’s not what I said. But I haven’t dated locally that often for a while.”
“Ah. College sweetheart, then?”
It was stretching the truth, but it was a harmless fiction. “Something like that.”
“Long distance thing not work out?”
I giggled. “What is this, twenty questions?”
“No, just trying to get to know the woman I intend to spend the next twelve hours with.”
I shivered, he was expecting to spend the night, or me spend the night with him. “Don’t be presumptuous.”
“I said what I was aiming to do. Not that I thought it was a given. Nice dress, by the way. Very nice.”
“Thank you.”
The rest of the journey was uneventful, as was the meal. We chatted and made small talk, and he kept me laughing. He was the first man, and you were the second, that I dated who truly believed the way into a woman’s panties was to laugh them off her. The trout, by the way, was delicious, and by the time the desert trolley wafted past I’d already determined he’d be coming home to the condo with me. I just hoped he was better than Brad had been.
Actually I’d learned he shared the house with three other guys. They rented it while working on a local office construction project. They were all glazing men, and were in town for a couple of months. He’d been coming into the library for no other reason than to get to ask me out. The idea of going back to a sh
ared house where there were three other men didn’t appeal. The idea of them finding us de flagrante and then joining in turned me off, not on. The condo was a safer bet.
As we left the restaurant he held the door for me, and then held my car door for me. I wondered if I was mistaken—could he be a Keeper, not a Bull. As I climbed into the car my dress slipped up, revealing my stocking tops. I watched his eyes as his gaze dropped and stayed there. I paused for several seconds and he didn’t lift his head until I swung my legs all the way into the car.
“Nice, proper stockings. Do you wear them for work?”
“That’s my business.”
That confirmed my initial opinion—he was no Keeper. Besides, once this project was done, he’d be off somewhere else in the country on the next project. The company leased them a house wherever they went—short term as they tended to be done inside three months.
Since my job pinned me to this city, I couldn’t even begin to think long-term with him. I was going to be a very easy first date. Since I’d only had water with my meal, I was also a cheap, easy, first date.
We drove back along the lakeside road, and he raised an eyebrow as I swung toward the lake and my condo—he’d been expecting me to go home with him.
“You live alone here?”
I smiled. “No roomies either.”
“Ah, good.”
We pulled into the parking area and he jumped from the car to open my door and help me out. His actions, though, were anything but purely gentlemanly. He spun me through a half-circle and pushed me up against the back door of the car. His hands were on my waist as his mouth sought mine. His tongue was pressing against my lips before I had chance to voice any objection. Feeling his body pressing against mine, with the beginning of an erection starting to press against my thigh, I opened my mouth to him and accepted his tongue. As we kissed, my arms rose to lock behind his neck and hold him there. Emboldened, his hands slid down my sides and I could feel him starting to work the skirt of my dress higher. It wouldn’t move that much because it was trapped around me by the car and his body.
The kiss broke and he rested his forehead on mine—his eyes, limpet pools of lust, staring into mine.
“Let’s take this inside.” I was amazed at my own boldness, but I could feel his full erection pressing against my stomach now, and it felt more impressive than Brad’s had. He smiled and I blushed as I realized the accidental double entendre, but, allowing me to unlink my arms, he turned and shut the car door. I hit the lock button, got the condo keys out of my purse then, grabbing his hand, led him round the front. It was dark now, the surface of the lake rippling in the breeze, throwing back shards of light from the moon hanging above it.
It looked fantastic and he was captivated too, both by the lake and the position of my condo.
“Wow. I can see why you live here.”
I didn’t disabuse him of that notion and went to unlock the door.
Before I could open the door, he was behind me, pushing me against the glass of the ranch door, holding me in place with his weight as his mouth came down to the skin behind my ear. His hands were on my butt, playing with the material of my skirt, lifting it at the back as he leaned against me. My breasts were flattened against the glass and I had to turn my head to one side to breathe. That just gave him more access to my ear. He scrabbled the dress higher on my thighs, exposing the tops of my stockings and then his hands were on the naked flesh of my thighs. The combination assault had me reeling and gasping in pleasure. My legs were going weak and my nipples were trying to drill through the cold glass in front of them. I had no idea what state my panties were in, but they had to be wet.
“Inside.” I managed to choke out the word. “Inside the condo.”
“Okay, okay, I guess you’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
He let up and I slid the door open and stepped inside, turning on the lights, but keeping them dimmed. Kirk followed me and allowed me to shut the door. That’s when I made a mistake. As I reached up to grab the drapes to close them, he walked up behind me and simply got hold of the hem of my skirt and lifted it. By the time I’d jerked the drapes closed to cut off the sight of me being stripped in an illuminated window, he had the dress above my bust line, and started dragging it up my arms.
“Kirk!”
“Sssh…I want to see what you look like without the dress.”
I shuddered but obediently stood there with my arms in the air, letting him slide the dress over my head. Then, leaving my arms tangled in it, he spun me round and kissed me again, leaving me to untangle the dress while his hands moved to cup my ass cheeks through the skin-tight lace boy-shorts panties.
I dropped the dress to the floor and, after a few seconds, he broke the kiss and stepped back to admire his prize. “Wow! Even better than I expected.”
Then he was close again, his hands going around my back to unfasten my bra. That joined my dress within seconds, and his hands travelled down my sides, his thumbs catching the waistband of my panties, rolling them down before I had a chance to object. Not that I was going to, I was at least as hot as him. The fact I’d be naked in a room with a fully dressed man wasn’t exactly a novel experience for me.
As I stepped out of my panties he moved back and sat on the couch, his lust-lidded eyes drinking in every detail of my exposed body. I didn’t try and cover up and when he motioned for me to move toward him, I put every bit of seductive sexiness I could into the four strides that took me to a place in front of his knees. When he spread his knees and gestured for me to drop to the floor I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I wanted to taste him and he didn’t need to encourage me to reach out and undo his flies. He eased his jeans down as I grasped his cock in both hands. This was only the third cock I’d touched, and it was about the same girth as Mr. Bryant’s but, if anything, a little longer. At least it wasn’t the disappointment Brad’s had been the week before.
He was hard too—stripping me had got him going. I could see a shine of pre-cum coating the end of his prick and I was even more desperate for a taste. Leaning forward I licked all over the end, taking down the pre-cum and savoring the taste. I wasn’t in a hurry, and I knew he wasn’t—well, not to leave, anyway. So I teased him for a couple of minutes, licking the top half of his cock while my hands circled the bottom section, gently pulling the skin up and down in a jerking motion. Satisfied I was doing what he wanted, Kirk leaned back and closed his eyes, letting me do all the work.
That miffed me a little, but I knew I’d make sure he did what I wanted afterward, or he would be leaving. I waited until he’d really relaxed then went for my inhale move. As the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat I was watching him. He shot bolt upright, his hands going to the top of my head to hold me in place.
“That felt awesome!”
I stayed there for a minute, allowing my jaw to adjust to his size. I still had my hand wrapped around the base of the shaft, so there was more to take. I wasn’t sure I could take all of that, but I was determined to do it—or choke trying.
Because I already had the tip in my throat, it was surprisingly easy to push my face down until my nose was touching his pubic hair. His grip on the top of my head relaxed and he groaned.
“No girl has ever done that for me before. You are fucking incredible.”
I couldn’t smile around the cock that was filling my mouth and throat, but I felt good at that moment. My free hand dropped to the junction of my legs, and my fingers came away wet. I lifted off and gulped in air, then brought my other hand up to wrap around his cock. Obviously he’d been watching what I’d been doing, and he grabbed my hand first, lifting it up to his mouth and sucking my fingers in. He was tasting me! I shuddered. That was better than I’d expected, better than the first time I’d brought a guy home. Almost of its own volition my mouth found his cock again. This time it glided into my throat as I burrowed my nose into his hairy stomach. He let my hand go and I placed both on his thighs and used my arms as leverage to
bob up and down.
He lasted a surprising amount of time but his grunts and groans were getting louder and louder. He started trying to thrust up into my face—enough to make me gag at one point. I caught a whispered ‘Sorry’, and he stopped thrusting. His groans, though, grew ever louder.
“Fuck, Sammie, I’m cumming.”
He was warning me, which was nice, but I had no intention of letting go. A last lungful of air and I pushed down on him again. His spunk shot straight down my throat as he screamed out his ecstasy.
I sat back on my heels, letting his cock slip from my mouth. I was panting for air as he looked down at me, then appeared to come to some decision. Before I could react, he’d kicked his jeans and boxers off, then ripped his T-shirt off to expose tanned and chiseled abs that made my mouth water again. Rising to his feet, he reached down, hooked his arms under my armpits and lifted me to my feet. A moment later his grip changed and I felt myself swung up into his arms, one arm around my back, and one arm under my legs.
“Bedroom?”
I nodded to the door and he carried me there. I flung my arms around his neck for stability, but didn’t offer up a kiss—I knew I had cock breath. That didn’t bother Kirk. He just leaned down and took the kiss anyway. This man was sexy—I mean, seriously sexy. At the doorway he used his knee to push it open then paused while I fumbled for the light switch. I’d forgotten I hadn’t set the dimmer in the room, so the bedroom was bright. He stood in the doorway for a few seconds while we both adjusted to the illumination, then he strode across in front of the plain black wall and lowered me to the bed.
Plain black wall! I didn’t have a plain black wall. That was the other set of ranch doors and the light was on with the drapes open.
“The drapes.” My voice was hoarse as I tried to tell him.
He chuckled and, leaving my side, padded across the room and closed the drapes for me. I had to giggle the way his half-hard cock bounced between his legs as he did so. I have no idea when he kicked his trainers off, but he was barefoot and naked. More naked than me, given I still had my garters, stockings and heels on.
