Author's Note:

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real people is 
entirely in your own head.  But enjoy it anyway.

Thanks to Kristen, of "The 
Kristen Collection" on asstr.org for the inspiration and for 
collecting so many fantastic stories.

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Bongo Ras, bongo_ras@my-deja.com



			Out of the Closet

	It was a slow day.  And Jasmine was glad she had told 
her boyfriend she'd play their game.  They'd been 
playing with sexual power for a while, and it was bringing 
them closer, oh so closer.  Anyhow, the way this game 
worked was they'd take turns.  On the day they were 
scheduled, who's ever turn it was would write a fantasy and 
give it to the other.  They'd had some hot times that way.  
Her favorite was when she took him to a restaurant and 
masturbated the whole car ride there.  While they ate she 
kept slowly stroking her clit.  And she made him wait the 
whole time too.  He couldn't touch his swollen cock, even 
though he knew, from her breathing, from the tortured 
expression on her face, that even while she was pretending 
to decide between the steak and the chicken, even while the 
waitress was solicitously and patiently explaining the 
specials again, even while she was stammering out a choice 
of salad dressings, her middle finger was slowly and 
exquisitely tracing a path over her swollen clit while her 
index finger repeatedly fucked her dripping cunt.  And that 
was just the dinner.  
	Wow.  It was all Jasmine could do to keep herself from 
cumming in the shower thinking about it.  But that was one 
of the rules.  No masturbation on their 'power days.'  They 
wanted each other ready - they wanted each other crazy.  
And boy, as she forcefully pulled her hand away from her 
cunt, boy was she ever crazy about him.  And holy lord, it 
was only 6:30 AM!
	So she made her way blindly through her work day.  
Even though Jasmine's totally proud of big tits, she's a 
conservative dresser.  Just her regular pants and sweater.  
But she couldn't help but be grateful that no one at work 
had x ray vision.  Because they'd get an eyeful of moisture 
dripping from her pussy lips.  No matter what.  They were 
permanently distended all day.
	At three o'clock the receptionist called her extension 
and said a courier had dropped off a package.  She looked 
at it.  A plain brown paper wrapped box.  She opened it up, 
and boy, was she glad she opened it in the privacy of her 
own cubical.  Wrapped in tissue inside the box, was a black 
silken strip of cloth.  In the cloth was a typed note.
	"My love.  My slut.  This strip of cloth is a 
blindfold.  You know what to do with it.  Meet me in the 
linen closet in Flanagan's, downstairs next to the men's 
room.  At 7:00 tonight.  Sharp.  I want you in the linen 
closet, blindfolded and ready for me.  And the only fabric 
that is allowed on your body, in that closet, is in this 
package.  Like the slut you are, my love, like the closet 
cocksucking cum slut only you can be, only for me.  I love 
you."
	 Jasmine couldn't contain herself.  No way.  She had 
to masturbate!  Her cunt was on fire with the idea of 
getting fucked in semi public like that.  She knew she'd do 
it, even though she'd never done anything like insane 
before.  Just from the feel of the silken black blindfold 
in her hand, she knew she'd take her lover in the closet 
like a whore.  Like a common tramp.  Like an alleycat, 
screwing wherever she was told.  Oh each phrase.  Each 
phrase as it rolled in her mind triggered wonderful 
sensations in her cunt.  She was so glad Leo was in her 
life, because only with him could she let herself go, only 
with him could she be the wild wanton slut she was and not 
feel dirty, not feel like she was debasing herself.  And 
debasing herself was wonderful with Leo.  She couldn't wait 
for him to debase her more.
	She fairly flew out of work and straight to 
Flanagan's.  She knew better than to be late.  And as much 
as she wanted to call Leo, she knew that was against the 
rules.  She floated into the restaurant bar and downstairs.  
At 6:55 she was inside the linen closet.  By 7:00 she was 
naked.  She was careful to fold her clothing, then she 
stood for a moment.  Naked.  Her hands shaking with lust, 
her nipples engorged.  Then she took the blindfold out of 
purse and wrapped it tight around her face, tying it in 
back.  She even looked straight at the linen closet's lamp 
to make sure she couldn't see a thing.  She was blind.  
Blind with lust.  Blind with love.  And blind from that 
blessed black silk blindfold.
	Fuck it.  She just couldn't keep her fingers out of 
her pussy anymore.  Let Leo break in on her and find her 
fingering herself. oh, that would be fine. he could spank 
her. ask she sat on a stool in the closet, her legs parted, 
one hand busily stroking her clit, the other hand on her 
nipples.
	The door opened.  A voice she hadn't heard.  "Well, 
well, well. I see you are all prepared."
	She didn't know Leo was such a good mimic.  But maybe 
she was just so crazy with sex.  "Leo, just. you hot. god 
fuck me please baby I want you."
	The voice acquired an edge.  "Shut up, you little 
whore.  And you might not get hurt."  Then those hands.  Oh 
god she was just freaking out with lust and . oh fear and 
excitement and love.  Leo.  Running his hands all over her.  
Roughly on her tits.  Squeezing her nipples like he wasn't 
making love to her, he was taking ownership of her.  Now 
biting her nipples.  Roughly.  Like lines of fire his hands 
traced their way over her electric body.  Then roughly he 
pulled her to her feet and turned her around, pressing her 
against the wall, his hands between her legs just fucking 
her cunt with his three fingers like he owned it.  And all 
he said was "slut."
	"Slut."  His hands between her legs.
	"Slut."  His finger on her clit.
	"Slut."  His wet finger tracing her nipples.
	"Slut."  His finger in her mouth, forcing her to taste 
her own juice.
	"Slut."  His knee pressing her legs apart.
	"Slut."  His soaking wet finger pressing against her 
asshole.
	"Slut."  HARD his finger violating her anus.
	"Slut."  And the sound of a zipper, as he ass fucked 
her with his whole finger.  And from his hand on her clit 
and in her she started to cum.  Shaking, moaning, begging 
for more she was his, her orgasm ripping through her like a 
tornado.
	"Slut.  You came from my finger in your ass you whore.  
Now you're really begging for it."
	Then he turned her around and pressed her to her 
knees.  She knew she was in heaven to be treated this way 
by the man she loved.  As he forced his cock into her face.  
"Slut."  And he fucked her face like he owned it.  But just 
for a second.  The he pulled her up.  Cruelly, yet 
sensually he pinched her nipples, pulling them out and 
pinching till they tingled at the exact edge between agony 
and ecstasy.  Only Leo knew her that well.  Only Leo knew 
her limits enough to push them.  Then he was inside her.  
His cock was harder bigger then she'd ever felt it.  
Stretching her out.  Filling her pussy.  Each thrust was 
like heaven.  She couldn't stop moaning, it was like she 
was cumming the entire time, like she was reduced to a 
giant clitoris sending pulsing waves, orgasm after orgasm, 
from her toes to her fingertips.  And after only a few 
minutes, but it seemed like forever, it seemed like she'd 
cum five times, he started twitching.  And filled her 
pussy.  His cum was hot.  White hot and oh, the way he 
twitched, still holding her ass cheeks.  Like they were 
his.  And they were, for never before had she cum like 
this, never before had she given this part of herself to a 
man.
	They clung quietly to each other.  Then her hand went 
towards her blindfold.  "Stop it slut.  You pull that off 
and I'll fucking kill you right now bitch."
	Wow.  That was a little much, but if Leo wanted to 
play like that she was game.  He gave her nipples one last 
pinch and then she heard the door open.  And then shut.  
And she was alone.
	She trembled as she removed the sweaty blindfold.  Her 
neat pile of clothing was on the floor.  And on top of it 
was a one hundred dollar bill.  She felt like a wonderful 
whore, her whole body filled with love and cum and lust and 
satisfaction.  She could hardly wait till she got to Leo's 
apartment.  Both to get her revenge, and to fall asleep in 
his arms.  She got dressed.  That stinker.  He took her 
panties.  She put the rest of her clothes on, and when she 
picked up her purse felt a vibration.  Her pager.  How long 
had it been going off?  Shit, the message was from 6:30.  
It was a text page.  "Honey, Sorry - I can't make it!  Just 
meet my at my apartment at 8:00 instead?  -- Leo"
	WHAT!  Now she was ashamed.  Had she just given 
herself totally to a complete stranger?  Was it rape?  Or 
just the best sex she'd ever had?  Jasmine was confused.  
She'd loved it.  But the idea. that someone she'd never 
even laid eyes on, not to mention knew his name, had just 
taken that sort of intimate ownership of her body, had just 
felt her reduced to a screaming moaning sex machine. and 
left her a HUNDRED BUCKS?  A Hundred Bucks?  For her pride?  
And her panties!  Some asshole fucking rapist shithead 
scumbag had her panties!  The tiny white ones she never 
wanted anyone but Leo to see.  And yet, while she staggered 
sobbing from Flanagan's, she couldn't get over how 
wonderful it had been.  She took a cab to Leo's. Ran 
sobbing to his door.  Unlocked it and stumbled inside.  He 
was sitting casually on the couch.
	"Hi honey, you got my page?  What's wrong?"  She'd 
never seen him so concerned, but all she could do was cry 
in her shame and sorrow and confusion and lust.
"Honey?  What happened?  You can tell me!  Please - 
just tell me what the hell is wrong, I paged you at like 
6:30, what the hell, I didn't stand you up,"  then he 
paused, raising his hand.  It held a bit of some familiar 
damp white cloth.  And his eyes went from panic to that 
familiar glow of love and humor, and she knew she was his 
forever.  His voice changed, to the voice from the closet.  
"And besides slut.  You can have your panties back, if 
they're so damn important to you."