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Warning!

This story contains explicit sexual content. Do not read this story if
you are under 18 years of age or you find such stories offensive. All
persons and events described in this story are fictional. Any
similarity to real persons or events is purely coincidental.

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Title   : The Chair
Author  : Pan <pan@nym.alias.net>
Released: February 27, 1998 (version 1.0)
Topics  : Male/Female, Bondage, Consensual, Teasing, Female Ejaculation


If it hadn't been for that chair, I probably would never have dared to
do what I did. It was a perfect chair. It was large and heavy. It was
wide and shallow...

My wife was a lawyer at a high powered law firm. She made four times
my income. Some of my friends wondered how I felt about that. It was
cool.  Hell, I had a lot more money available to me than I could have
hoped for on my high school teacher's salary. That was certainly nice.

My wife also liked to be in control. She was always successful at what
she did. She was used to it. In bed, she often ran the show. She loved
being on top. I didn't mind. In fact, I liked it. But sometimes, it
was nice to do things a bit differently.

"Hi," I said into the phone, "want to meet for lunch?"

"Ahhh, I'd love to," my wife said, "but I really can't. I've got to be
in court at 1:00 and I still need to prepare."

"Ok."

"Sorry."

"No problem." There was a pause before I added, "You'll be home for
dinner?"

"Yes," she said, "no doubt about it."

"Good. I'll... have something ready."

When I got home I was feeling a bit nervous about what I intended to
do. What if she hated it? I slipped into tattered jeans and an old
tee shirt. I put on my work boots. I got my stuff ready and I
waited. I felt a bit silly.

Shortly after 6:00, I heard my wife drive in. I quickly slipped on a
ski mask and started to disconnect the TV set. If I was going to do
this, I wanted to do it right!

A minute or so later, my wife stepped into the house. I turned as if
startled.

"Shit!" I hissed. I grabbed the water pistol and pointed it at her.

"What the...?" she looked at me quizzically. "Tom, why are you..."

"Shut Up!"

She jumped a bit. "Tom?"

I walked toward her. I whispered, "The safe word is 'pancake,' okay?"
She looked at me for a moment while she considered what I had
said. Finally a faint smile came to her lips. "I understand," she said
quietly.

"Get the hell out of my house," she added suddenly in a loud voice.
She got right into the part.

"Sure thing, babe," I replied casually. But first I want what I came
for. I gestured toward the TV.

"Get out now!" she repeated sharply.

"Of course, there are other interesting things here," I said looking
at her body. She swallowed as I started to walk around her. "For
example..." I touched her shoulder. She flinched away. "Leave me
alone," she said.

"Now, now, that's no way to talk to guests." I said. She remained
quiet and didn't move as I walked behind her to inspect her
backside. She was a tall, thin woman with statuesque features. She was
dressed in a business suit; a smart looking blazer with a white blouse
and a matching skirt. Her hair was done up neatly. "Yes," I said to
myself softly, "this is much better than the TV any day."

I touched her buttocks through her skirt as I came around in front of
her again. She stepped back, glaring at me. "I said: leave me alone!"

I laughed. "Hey, I'm the one giving the orders here," I said. "And
right now, I think I want to enjoy some of your feminine charms."

"What do you mean?" she asked hotly.

"Take your clothes off," I replied simply.

"No chance." she hissed.

"Hey! I don't think you have much choice in the matter." I yelled as I
waved the water pistol at her. "So you'd better start striping." She
glared at me. "Go on." I said.

"You bastard," she said as she slipped out of her blazer and started
to unbutton her blouse. "You won't get away with this. I'm a lawyer,
you know." She let her top drop to the floor, and she started to
wiggle out of her skirt.

"Oh, don't scare me, your lawyerness." I said cynically. "Off with
your shoes and stockings too. I want you naked."

She glared at me again but she followed my instructions without
protest.

"Now your underwear," I said. She didn't move. "I mean now!" I yelled.

"I'll hire a private detective to find you," she said as she unhooked
her bra and let it join her other clothes on the floor.

"Well, then," I replied, "I guess in that case I'd better just keep my
mask on while we do this." I gestured toward her white cotton
underwear.  "Those too," I said. "You don't expect me to fuck you
while you're wearing them do you?"

"You bastard," she hissed, "you wouldn't dare!"

"Oh but you're wrong, your lawyerness," I replied. "I would."

She glared at me but didn't move. "Off with them," I said softly but
firmly.

"No." she replied.

"You bitch," I hissed under my breath. I lunged forward and, before
she could move I gave her a good, hard slap on her face. I hoped I
hadn't gone over the line.

"Ouch!" she cried out startled. "You fucking bastard!" she yelled.
"Why did you do that?"

"Because you didn't do what I told you," I explained. "Now, take off
your panties!" I commanded.

She looked at me with anger in her eyes but, after a moment she slowly
slid her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. She stepped out
of them and stood before me completely naked. She was really quite
stunning. She had a well-toned body that complemented her finely
chisled features. Her breasts were small and her hips were somewhat
narrow. However, she had a lush growth of dark pubic hair between her
legs. Her thick, tangled mat of curls overflowed onto her thighs and
climbed halfway up to her navel.

"There," I said with a smile. "That's much nicer, don't you think?"

"No." she scowled.

I moved close to her. She looked at me defiantly. I reached out and
cupped one of her breasts in my hand.

"Don't touch me, you fucking bastard," she said backing away. I
grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She resisted, but I held her
firmly. "Stop it you bastard!" she yelled. She lifted her hand to
strike me, but I grabbed it with my free hand and held it tightly.

"I may be a fucking bastard," I hissed, "but soon I will be fucking
the bitch. That much you can count on." She wiggled violently in an
effort to break free. I just tightened my grip. "Now, now," I said, "I
can see that you're one fiesty cunt." I pulled her up against me and
held her tightly with my arm. With a hard slap, I hit her buttock.

"Ouch!" she cried out wiggling violently. I slapped her buttock again
leaving a red palm print on her ass.

"Are you going to behave?" I asked her.

"Don't hit me," she replied, but she didn't wiggle.

I spanked her again and she yelped in surprise and pain. "Are you
going to behave?" I asked again.

She said nothing.

I let her go. She dropped to the floor. "I can see that this isn't
going to be much fun with you loose like this." I grabbed the chair
that started all this and pulled it into the center of the room. "Get
up and sit in this chair," I said.

She eyed me cautiously as she obeyed my command. She kept her legs
tightly closed. I grabbed the rope that I had prepared beforehand.

"Ok, bitch," I said, "I'm going to fix it so you can't wiggle so
much." I grabbed her arms and wrapped them behind the chair. Quickly I
tied her wrists to the chair's back.

"Damn you," she said, "you're going to pay for this. So help me."  She
started to kick.

"Stop that!" I commanded. I slapped her face. She yelped and stopped.
She was hot and flushed and covered with a thin film of sweat.

"Damn you, no!" she yelled as I tied her ankles to the legs of the
chair.

"Be quiet," I said. "Do you want me to gag you as well?"

After a few moments, her ankles were secure. "Ok, now spread your
knees," I told her. She glared at me and pushed her legs together as
tightly as she could. I made as if I was going to slap her and she
flinched. "Spread them," I repeated.

Reluctantly she spread her knees and I quickly tied them to the arms
of the chair to hold them that way. "Much better," I said. "Now I can
see your pretty lawyer's pussy."

"Fuck you." she replied.

"That comes later," I said. "I want to take my time." I began to
stroke her body sensuously. I touched her belly, breasts, legs, even
her face. She writhed and squirmed against her bonds, but she was
helpless.

"Stop. Stop it. I mean it! God damn it, stop. Please stop."

It was clear that my wife was very excited by our little game. The
flush in her face and the quickness of her breath were not all due to
my slaps.

"You like it don't you?" I said.

"Fuck you!"

I chuckled. I started to roll her nipples firmly between my fingers.

"Damn you!" She turned her face away, but her cheeks were flushed. I
leaned down and gently bit one nipple. She squirmed to move away from
my touch, but could not. I brought her nipple into my mouth and
started sucking on it. "Stop it," she hissed.

"You know you like it," I said pausing between sucks. She said nothing
but her nipple was fully erect. After a few minutes, I got up to move
to the other side of her body.

"Untie me, you bastard," she said. I answered her by sucking on her
other breast. A soft moan escaped from her lips.

"You see," I said, "you do like it. There's no use denying it. You
like having your tits sucked --- especially by a bastard like me."

"No," she said. But her eyes were closed.

Eventually I moved between her legs. Slowly I brought my face closer
and closer to her crotch. "No, no," she said softly, "please, not
that."  She tried desperately to close her legs, struggling against
her bonds. She couldn't move.

Her genitals were engorged. Her outer lips were full and puffy. Yet
they were also nicely parted to reveal the flower of her inner
lips. Her petals glistened with the dew of her excitement. Her
clitoris, now excited and erect, thrust out eagerly from beneath its
hood.

I burrowed my face between her petals and inhaled her aroma
deeply. "You smell good, woman," I said as I inhaled deeply
again. "You smell aroused."

She was silent.

"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" I asked in a teasing voice.

"Go to Hell." She said, but her breathing was ragged.

"I know you do," I said. Gently I ran the tip of my tongue along her
inner labia and then up over her swollen clit. She shuddered.

"I know you like it," I said as I licked the length of her pussy
again.  This time I brought her clit into my mouth and began to gently
suck on it the way I know she loves; caressing it with my tongue with
each gentle, sucking stroke.

"Please. Take anything you want just... please stop."

I slid my finger into her cunt and ran it around the rim of her
vagina, streching her open as I sucked on her clit steadily and
insistently.

"Oh, God," she moaned after a few moments. I could tell that she was
building quickly.

"I bet this lawyer's pussy of yours comes very nicely." I said as I
slid a finger deeply into her. I watched as her body pulled and tugged
uselessly against the ropes. She sighed and shuddered slightly. "Does
your pussy come nicely?" I asked.

"You'll never know," she said.

"You don't think I can make you come?" I said as I took my other hand
and started rubbing her clit.

She was shaking. "No."

I chuckled. "We'll see." I started massaging her G-spot firmly with
one hand while I stroked her clit with quick, gentle strokes.

"Do you like that?" I asked after a few minutes.

"No." she said panting. Yet she was pushing her pelvis up against my
fingers as she spoke.

"Yes you do, you lawyer bitch," I said. "Your pussy likes it. Your
pussy wants it."

"No," she whispered almost inaudibly.

I withdrew my finger from her vagina and held it up. "You may lie, but
your pussy doesn't," I said. "Look at how wet it is. Look!"
Reluctantly she looked at her glistening liquids coating my finger.

I wiped my finger against her cheek. She turned her head away, but her
bonds kept her from going far. "You see," I said. "You see how wet you
are." I dipped my finger back into her vagina and then wiped it
against her cheek again.

"Stop it." she hissed.

"Tell me that you're turned on." I dipped my finger into her again and
wiped her wetness against her left nipple. Then I covered her right
nipple.

"Stop it."

"Tell me..." I repeated.

"I'm... I'm turned on," she said softly.

"That's a good girl," I said. "Now here's your reward." I went back to
stimulating her clit and G-spot as before. She groaned. "Good, girl,"
I said, "Now tell me that you want me to make you come."

"No," she panted. "I won't give you that satisfaction, you bastard."

"You don't think I can make you beg for it?" I asked.

"No way," she said with defiance.

I stroked her steadily for several minutes, gradually increasing the
tempo of my stroking. She fought it by wiggling and twisting to get
away from me, but her bonds kept her from going far. There was nothing
she could do to avoid my touch. The energy was incredible. Soon her
whole body was shaking as she fought to remain in control.

"Tell me that you want to come," I said as I rapidly stroked her
dripping pussy. "Say it! Say it!"

"Noooo," she gasped, "No!" I hadn't seen her so hot in a long time.  I
could see the muscles in her legs and abdomen tense as she readied
herself to explode into orgasm.

"All right then," I said, "fine." I suddenly stopping my stimulation.

"Unnn!" She twitched her whole body with the shock of the lost
stimulation.

"You want to come now don't you?" I said.

She said nothing.

"Tell me that you want to come." I started to rub her clit again.

"You bastard," she hissed as she closed her eyes. Again I brought her
to the edge of orgasm, and again I stopped just before she experienced
her release.

"Tell me you want to come." I said.

"Please untie me." she replied.

"No way." Again with rapid strokes I brought her to the brink. She was
shaking and covered with sweat. Her pussy was turgid and her wetness
was creating a spot on the chair.

"Tell me you want to come." I said.

"I..." she began.

"Yes?"

"I want to come." she said softly.

"Beg."

She was silent. I teased her swollen clit slowly with my fingers. I
knew just how she liked to have her clit touched, how to give her an
orgasm, and how to keep her on the brink.

"Don't humiliate me like this," she pleaded. "I give up. You win. I
want to come now."

"Beg for it." I said.

She said nothing. I stroked her clit steadily but very gently. Not too
firmly, but enough to keep her going.

"Please, you bastard," she panted, "Make me come."

"Louder."

I rubbed her clit vigorously for a few strokes to tantalize her.

"Please make me come!" she called out.

I began rubbing her rapidly and purposefully. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" she
cried out as her release approached. I slid a finger deeply into her
to massage her G-spot with firm pressure. I knew she was only seconds
away.

"Yes! Yes!" she grunted obscenely tied to the chair with her pussy
open and welcoming to my touch. "Ohhhh, God! Yes!..."

Just as she was about to peak, I abruptly pulled my hands away.

"Fuck! No! Don't stop now!!" she cried out twitching frantically but
helplessly. "*Please* don't stop!!"

"You're singing a different tune now, lawyer bitch," I said.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, "have mercy on me."

"Why should I have mercy on you?" I asked as I started to roll her
nipples between my fingers again. She said nothing at first but she
was panting loudly.

"Oh, God," she whispered after a moment. "I need to come so much."

"Aww," I said in a tone of mock concern, "your poor lawyer's pussy
wants to come does it?" She said nothing.

I reached down between her legs and started to gently rub her clit
again with one finger while I massaged the inside her vagina with
another. I wanted to give her just enough stimulation excite her, but
not enough to get her off. I had to be careful as she was very close.

"Faster," she pleaded. "Rub me faster." She strained against her
bonds, but this time she strained toward may hands rather than away. I
stimulated her a bit more slowly, gradually slowing down as her
excitement built until, just as she was about to reach her orgasm, my
finger broke contact with her genitals. I held it about a half inch
above her clit. My other finger was pressed against her G-spot but I
didn't move it at all.

"I'll... I'll do anything," she gasped looking at me with desperation
in her eyes. "I just need to come. Please don't tease me anymore I'll
do whatever you want if you make me come."

I lowered my mouth toward her crotch. She nodded frantically and
pushed her hips towards my as far as she could.

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Lick me. Please."

I gently licked her clit once. "Tell me that you're a horny lawyer
slut!"  I said.

"I'm a horny lawyer slut!" she called out.

I licked her again. "Tell me that you want to come."

"Oh God, I *really* want to come." she said. She was shaking.

Another lick. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me!" she said without hesitation.

"Louder!"

"I want you to fuck me!" she yelled at the top of her voice.

"Good girl," I said softly. "Here's your reward." With that I started
sucking on her clit firmly and briskly while I simultaneously started
rubbing her G-spot firmly. She immediately exploded into an
astonishing orgasm.

"UNNNGGGHHH!!" She howled in consuming ecstacy as wetness gushed from
her pussy in a generous squirt that splashed onto the floor. I
stimulated her genitals steadily both inside and out while she grunted
through wave after wave of intense pleasure. I could feel her cunt
milking my finger with strong, steady contractions.  "Unnnggghhh!!"
she groaned again as her climax seemed to surge with fresh energy. Was
it a second orgasm, or just more of the first one?  It was hard to
tell. "Coming... so good... she gasped. "So... fucking... good..."

When she finally finished, she slumped in the chair and looked at me
with resignation.

"Are you going to untie me now that you've finished humiliating me?"

"I'm most certainly not finished with you," I said standing up. "In
fact, I've only just gotten started." I started striping out of my
clothes. She shook her head.

"No, no, no! Haven't you done enough already?"

"Hey, your lawyerness," I said, "need I remind you that you *asked* me
to fuck you?"

"You made me say that you bastard," she yelled.

My cock was as hard as it gets. It jutted out eagerly from my
crotch. I stood next to the chair and waved it in her face. She closed
her eyes and turned her head away. "Get away from me," she said
sharply.

"I think not," I said.

I moved between her legs again. This time, instead of my face, it was
my penis that approached her open genitals.

"You... you're going to rape me!" she said.

"That's the general idea." I said. "But, hey, Can we really call it
rape since you got off so well before?" She turned her face away as if
ashamed by the memory of her orgasm.

"And you know what," I said, "I'm going to get you off again."

"No way, you bastard," she snarled. "You will *not* get that
satisfaction!" I laughed at her as she struggled against her bonds
again.

As she was writhing trying to get free, I slid the head of my cock
just inside her labia and paused to savor the sensations. Try as she
might she was utterly unable to move her hips away from me.

"Stop it! Stop it!" she hissed. I let my cock slid up and down her
slit and over her clitoris.

"Get away from me," she sobbed, "Please get away." I slid my cock just
inside her vagina, and then, after a moment, withdrew it again to
further tease her clit.

She struggled violently but it was hopeless. I had complete access to
her, and there was nothing she could do about it. With a powerful
thrust, I buried my cock to the hilt in her body.

"Ohhhhh," She moaned in helpless pleasure.

"You like that, bitch?" I said,

"Fuck you, you bastard," she hissed.

I grabbed her hair with my hands and pulled back on it firmly. She
cried out in sudden pain. She was unable to even more her head. "No!"
I said sharply, "I'm going to fuck you!"

I began to thrust rapidly and deeply. Her cunt felt wonderful wrapped
around my cock. So warm. So slick. So wet. Beneath me, she was
completely immobile and helpless.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned softly, "you've got one nice pussy, you lawyer
bitch."

"Let me go," she whispered.

"When I'm ready," I said. I started thrusting fast and furiously. I
was raping her, after all, and it felt wild. "But first," I said, "I'm
going to make you come again."

"No," she said trying to shake her head. I pulled her hair a little
more tightly.

"Oh yes," I said. I could tell that another orgasm was building
rapidly in her body.

"Yeah, bitch, that's it. Go ahead and come again. You know you want
to."

"Noooooo," she moaned. "Please God, no!" But I could tell that she was
helpless to stop it. Moments later her body stiffened beneath me and
the muscles in her vagina squeezed firmly on my cock as she toppled
into her orgasm. "Noooooo!!" she groaned loudly as I continued to fuck
her steadily. Her body shivered and she strained against her bonds in
her ecstacy.

Then, just as her climax started to subside, my loins erupted in an
orgasm of my own.  I howled in pleasure. God, it felt good! I thrusted
deeply, and pumped a generous load of come into her body. It was one
of the best climaxes I've had in a long time.

Afterwards, we both took a few deep breaths. She smiled at me and said,
"pancake." We giggled. I untied her and we rested on the floor for a few
minutes.

"Wow!" she said at last, "That was fucking incredible!"

"Yeah," I said.

There was a pause.

"What's for dinner?" she asked and we laughed.


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