Message-ID: <6381eli$9802231357@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: kalika@main.provost.msu.edu (Leanna) Subject: Rag Doll by LeAnna [m/f, f/f] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <MPG.f5abf5aea1e871411e1a305@main.provost.msu.edu> *please don't review, tis is still being modified and edited. Final copy released in a couple days Rag Doll by LeAnna leanna1@hotmail.com http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/ -=[ WARNING ]=- This is adult material. Don't read it if you've got a head up your ass about consenting adults. Don't read it if you don't qualify as an adult (yes, this includes you, President Clinton). Plus, this is copyrighted by me. DO - NOT - REPOST without my permission, weather it be on a webpage or in the newsgroups. AND this cannot be used for personal profit. ]=- First, this story brings to mind an old joke. Here it goes: A construction worker came home just in time to find his wife in bed with another man. So he dragged the man down the stairs to the garage and put his...umm...you know... in a vice. He secured it tightly and removed the handle. Then he picked up a hacksaw. The man, terrified, screamed, "Stop! Stop! You're not going to...to...cut it off, are you?!?" The husband said, with a gleam of revenge in his eye, "Nope. You are. I'm going to set the garage on fire." ......... Her long, red fingernails tapped slowly, patiently on the bedroom chest's gleaming oak surface. The clock chimed in the background, and her deep green pools of eyes glanced at the golden hands of the analog clock. Her soft, full lips pursed in anticipation and she twirled a golden tress around her slender finger nervously. She stood up, stretching her long legs and pulling the band of her black silk and lace slip downwards over her round thighs. Despite the child she'd bore 2 years ago to her husband, her body was still long and thin, her stomach flat, her breasts round globes of flesh that still stood out in a crowd. "Yes," she murmured to herself in an admiring tone, "You're still the finest wife in this city." She readied for his arrival. He always arrived late from the office, but not today. She'd made sure of that. And she'd left the baby with her mother, to ensure no interruption from their impending discussion. She'd pick the baby up later, afterwards. Now it was a few minutes after six, and her ears were cocked to the sound of their new Mercedes. He'd become quite the corporate big shot lately, and they now lived in the lap of luxury. Quite a change from their run-down city housing they'd occupied this time last year. The sound of a car's engine slowly raced down from one end of the street, slowly getting closer to the large two-story house. She heard the engine shut off, and a car door slam. She lay back down on the bed, resting her head on a pillow. Her tresses lay about her head like a white halo. "Hon? Where are you, hon?" The bedroom door opened, and his handsome, weary face popped in the doorway. His face relaxed at the sight of her, laying on the bed in a provocative pose, her breasts jutting out, nipples piercing the air, her hip slowly rounded against the flatness of the bed. She shifted her long, creamy legs and he grinned slowly, dropping his suitcase. "How's my little doll?" He asked in a whisper, slowly licking her ear. She shivered, and drew back. She pulled him down, forcing him to lie down on top of her, her legs spread. He rubbed her through his suit, kissing her neck slowly. She wrapped her arms around him, and squirmed underneath him, moving her body on top of his. He obeyed obligingly- he loved to have her ride on top, she surmised with a smile. "What are you smiling about?" He asked teasingly, tweaking a hard nipple. "Oh, nothing," she said softly, and stretched her body along his, gripping his hands and pulling them far above his head so they were resting on a pillow. She played with his fingers slowly as his lips caressed the base of her neck. One of her hands slipped away from his as another one caressed his wrist. He sighed at her tickling and nipped at her neck, which was draped gently over his collarbone. She slipped the other hand away slowly, and he kept his hands where they were at to continue the feel of her long body stretched against his. Cold steel met her now free hands, and slowly, she pulled the pair of handcuffs over to his wrists, being careful not to alert him as to what she was doing. Her body was covered in a nervous perspiration, and her knees trembled at the thought of what should happen if she failed. Before he knew it, she flicked her wrists quickly, slapping the cold metal around his bony, strong wrists and locked him against the bed. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he cried in surprise, reflexively banging his hands forward. With a loud thud, the other ends of the handcuffs met the bedposts that they were attached to. She shakily moved her clammy hands over his elbows, trapping his arms down, and scooted forward to sit on his solar plexus so his knees couldn't hit her on the back. Her face was sour now. "So, why do you think that tramp you call your secretary wasn't at work today?" she asked in a sultry, suggestive tone. His face was a stolid mask, and he shrugged the best he could in the restraints. "I donno, I'm not her keeper." "You may not be her keeper, but you've been fucking that tramp at work, nine to five, hmm?" He shook his head, denying it, rambling, "You're so beautiful, hon, I'd never.. is that what this is all about?" She sighed slowly, her chest heaving above his face. He groaned inwardly, hoping the rush of blood to his cheeks didn't reveal anything, especially the truth. Despite the fact he was trapped- he absolutely hated the feeling of being trapped- he could feel a hard ridge forming along the zipper of his trousers. He swallowed hard in trepidation. Her smooth face looked down at him, and she gave him a tsk-tsk noise. "I took care of her last night. She's in her bed, right now, tied up. She'll remain that way until someone goes to see her. Perhaps she'll learn.." she moved her hands down his chest, kneading his muscular torso. "Perhaps, maybe, she'll learn the side effects of being a corporate slut." "Listen, honey, I didn't-" "BULLSHIT you didn't! She told every fucking thing you did!" Her voice rose in tone, her eyes flashing with anger. She dropped her head down to his ear, whispering slowly. "She told me about how you fucked her on your desk. How she pulled her skirt up, and you took your hard cock in your hand-" for emphasis, she reached down to squeeze his hardness- "and you lay your body down on the desk. First, she sucked you. Then, you told her to fuck you when you got tired of her sucking." He sighed in resignation, trying not to hear the words spilling out of his wife's mouth. Tried not to smell her lavender perfume, ever so faint, tickling his nostrils in tiny wisps. Tried not to feel her toned body pressing against his, her panty-free pussy on his lower stomach, so close to his cock. She knew this was torture, and she shifted slightly, letting him feel the apex of her ass rubbing gently against him. He was able to feel her skin even through his suit. "She told me about lunch break, in the car. You gave her a pair of earrings. Gold, with emerald stones. She was so happy, and you helped her put them on. Then you fucked her, right there, in the parking garage. She said it was dark in there, and nobody could see you through the tinted windows. She said that they could see the rocking of the car as you drove your tool deep inside her tight, wet pussy and bit her nipples as she rode you furiously. How you went back to work afterward, acting like nothing out of the ordinary occurred." While she was talking, she was (with agonizing slowness) moving her pussy closer to his cock, and the very tip of his cock felt her erect clitoris, and his breathing became shallow. "I asked her how it felt, to be someone's fuck toy." she whispered slowly, and stuck her tongue out to lick his ear. He shivered, and exhaled sharply. "She said she loved your cock. She said she loved the feeling of your raw sex inside her- her mouth, her pussy, her ass." She moved up now, her nipples pressing against the black sheen of the fabric above his face. He longed to feel them in his mouth- despite the fact that he'd been caught cheating. Despite the fact that he was pinned down and helpless. She knew it, too, and slowly rubbed her pussy against his rod, up and down. She shuddered at the sensation, her creamy skin quivering. He was in agony, his cock pulsing with pent-up pressure. "Please.." the words were pushed out quietly, with a shuddering breath, aching to ask her to fuck him right there, right then. He almost couldn't finish the sentence- his blood was roaring in his ears, her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes still tinted with anger directed at him. "For.. Forgive me.." he groaned. He would have done anything at this sensitive moment. She leaned down once again, brushing her breasts purposely against his chest as she added more weight atop his cock. "Do you know what I did then, hmm?" she murmured in a low tone. He shook his head, trying to calm himself. He couldn't calm, however, and let another groan out involuntarily. "I fucked her. She was handcuffed, just like you. I took her clothes off, and licked her clitoris, teasing her with my tongue. I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy. I was eager to taste this woman that had caught your affections so, to taste the pussy that your cock had exploded inside of." His cock surged right then, and the inside of his underwear was instantly soaked through with pre-cum. It was everywhere- he could feel the slippery viscosity rubbing against his cock. He groaned, his head pressed back, and moved his hips upward. The friction of the suit rubbed against him, and the agony built up into a small orgasm. He gave a tiny cry, and his cock strained at his wife's pussy, his hands bunched into tiny fists. She waited patiently as he rubbed hard against her pussy through their clothes. He was left unsatisfied and hornier than before. "Her cum was sweet, yet tart. Tasted nice against my tongue. I could feel a faint tinge of your cum- I could tell you'd fucked her just a few hours before. I caressed her breasts, felt her nipples, let her orgasm in my mouth." "Then, I took all my clothes off. I let her suck my nipples. She bit and nibbled them for a few minutes, before I sat on her face." His breathing was hard, uneven. His face was flushed a bright red, and perspiration was running down his face along his jawbone. She lifted her dress slowly, and her beautiful, shaven pussy came into view. Her curves were perfect, soft and aesthetically pleasing. She fumbled a little bit with the dress, slipping it over her head, and lifted her body off of him to adjust herself. She turned around so that her head was facing his cock. She scooted upwards, and settled her pussy directly on his mouth, laying her body down against him. He dove his face into her sweet muff eagerly, wanting to do anything to get his mind off his straining cock. She pressed her clit against his lower teeth urgently, and he watched her ass rise and fall with her lustful thrusts. He slowly ran his tongue along her sweet slit, lubricated well by the juices that had accumulated as she had teased him. She sighed softly, and leaned down to nip his stomach through his shirt. She undid the lower buttons of his shirt so she could kiss the hard muscles slowly, and lick him. She loved the taste of perspiration against the feel of hard skin. He groaned, his cock becoming more and more unbearably uncomfortable even as he tried not to think about the sensations. He caught her erect clit between his teeth and gently massaged it. She gasped softly, crushing her clit against him involuntarily. He rubbed her clit with his bottom row of teeth, and slipped his tongue in her slit, letting the tip tease the inside of her pussy lips slightly. Her warm mouth left his belly to say, "Put your tongue inside my pussy," before she returned to her kissing and nibblig. She unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and slipped her hand inside his briefs, laughing softly at the feel of all the slippery liquid inside. As she drew his cock out of his underwear, he forced his mind back to his task even as her fingertips slowly ran up and down his cock, tickling him. He plunged his tongue inside her pussy, making it erect and long, as a makeshift penis. He stuck it in her as far as he could, moving it inside and out with short thrusts. His teeth were still grinding against her pussy, and she let out a long, trailing moan, her hot breath rushing over his cock. He did it harder, feeling her body involuntarily jerk against him. "Harder! HARDER!" the cries were short and gasped in rapid-fire succession, and he fought an urge to stop, and to torture her as she'd tortured him. But in the back of his mind, he knew he had done her a great injustice, and continued making love to her with his tongue. She moaned his name over and over as her orgasm neared, her body warm and tense, urgent and needy against his mouth. He suddenly pushed harder against her, thrusting his tongue deeper inside of her pussy, and she erupted into an orgasm. He could almost feel the blood flowing through her pussy, and as the juices poured out between her slit, he lapped them up obligingly, trying to drink her nectar and to continue giving her the orgasm. However, there was too much cum, and it took all his energy to keep going, his tongue exhausted with the strain, his brain overloading with the sensations of her cries against his stiff cock. Finally, she collapsed, her clitoris twitching a last time against his tongue as she lay down in overextertion on top of him. He exhaled slowly, and breathed in the scent of her musk for a few moments. She lifted herself up, and gave his cock a long lick, her wet, warm tongue caressing the base of his cock to the tip of his glans. He sighed, anticipating the relief he would finally get. Suddely, without warning, she lifted herself up on her knees, swung her leg over him, and got off of him and stood up. His brow furrowed in surprise as she put her slip back on, and put a long, white summerdress on over it, the black showing clearly through. She put her small feet inside a pair of Birkenstocks and bent over to pick up a duffel bag. Suddenly, his cock was forgotten. His body sank as the feeling of dread that had been gnawing at him since he'd felt the cold metal surrounding his wrists intensify, and his eyes quickly welled up with tears that had been years since in visiting his face. "Please, don't.." he said brokenly, feeling his heart sink, his face desperate and needy, "Don't leave me, I'll do anything.." a tear rolled down his cheek. "Goodbye, Todd." The door shut behind her beautiful silohuette, and she was gone. If you enjoyed this story, please email the author and let her know: leanna1@hotmail.com. 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