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After getting some nice comments about my first story, I though I'd post
something else that boiled up today, as usual, comments would be welcome.
Franco
Second Scene
Part 1.
We're talking on ICQ, short sentences passing backwards and forwards.
'Want you',
'Want you too..I've bought you something.'
'What?..what have you bought me?'
'I'll ring you, I want to hear you when I tell you'.
I log off, come out of the net entirely, not wanting any distractions.
There's no-one else in the office so I speak freely on the phone. "I've
bought you a collar", listening, I hear her slight intake of breath, knowing
I've read her right again. She's never mentioned it, but ..other things
have made me think she'd be aroused by this.
"What sort of collar?" she says, trying not to sound too interested, trying
not to sound excited.
"A nice strong leather collar, with a strong metal ring on it, just right
for an anchor point," I state what she is already thinking, giving her
permission then to talk about it, to get off thinking more about it.
"Can I see it now?"
"Oh no, I'm sorry, it's not ready yet, I'm getting it engraved with your
name", another pause, another intake of breath. I can almost feel her
getting wet over the phone lines, her arousal singing it's way to my ears.
"When can I see it, wear it?", she sounds very horny now, so I rein her in,
"It won't be ready until tomorrow, maybe we can meet lunchtime? I'm sure we
can arrange to need a meeting for something". She laughs, happy now,
excited now, getting more excited by the minute. We chat for a few minutes
more, inconsequential things, the important part of the conversation over,
the rest of it, just words.
The rest of the day goes slowly for me, my mind's eye sees her sitting at
work, feeling wet, hot, distracted but in a happy way. I know we'll talk
more tonight on ICQ, exchange words of love and affection, discuss the day,
events, people.perhaps even talk more about the collar. But I know she's
thinking about it, that a picture of it is sliding in and out of her mind
all day, making little spikes of arousal in her afternoon.
I smile at the thought, happy to know I've given her this gift, knowing how
much her arousal kindles flames in my mind, sets images dancing. I look
down at my groin, smiling slightly, my colleague opposite, now back from
lunch, tapping away at her PC, 'If she only knew what goes on not three feet
from her' I think to myself.
Part 2.
Lunchtime, we meet in one of the smaller, more remote meting rooms, but the
chance of someone coming in, though remote, adds a small frisson to the
event.
It's a pleasure to see her always. Her eyes sparkle, a slight colour is in
her pale skin. WE talk for a few minutes about work, to justify why we're
there, but she wants to ask..
"Is it ready?, can I see it?" 'Oho, very eager' I think to myself. I reach
into my pocket and bring it out. It jingles almost musically as I draw it
forth, her eyes drawn to it, following my hands as I hold it in front of
her, she doesn't each for it, knowing better than to try and take from me,
knowing how much that really doesn't work with me.
I move to her side, slide one hand into her hair, grasping I pull her to her
feet, she exhales quickly, becoming aroused immediately. But I go no
further, gently letting her go, unbalancing her, she thinks I was going
to..but I do nothing, throwing her off her sexual stride, denying her, but
arousing her even more.
Carefully I slide the collar round her white throat. It's thick, black
leather, the fittings jingling as I move it in my hands, of course I make
sure she catches a glance at the nameplate 'LOLO', is very clearly engraved
in cursive capitals, not her real name, of course, but one she uses much,
one that she would identify with.
I slide the tongue through the buckle, I don't want it too tight, she's not
into breath control, but into the idea of it, so the collar supplies that
fantasy as well. When it's nice and snug, I hook my fingers into the anchor
ring and tug her round to face me, she is becoming more excited by the
second, so I keep the momentum moving, riding her arousal, guiding it.
One hand hooked into the collar, the other reaches for a nipple, now hard, I
gently squeeze "Do you like it?" I ask very quietly and as she replies I
pinch her nipple, watching her eyes dilate as I do it, thinking how wet she
'll be right now, ripe to be fucked, hard.
She doesn't even gasp, so I pinch much harder, this elicits a slight moan of
arousal..so I stop that immediately. A look of disappointment goes across
her face, but she's learnt not to say anything, knowing asking for things
from me can often be.counter-productive.
I use the collar to turn her and then bend her over a chair. It's rather a
high-backed one so she has to go almost on tip-toes (better and better I
think) I lift her skirt up, the cheeks of her arse are pale, the thin black
line of a thong disappears between them. I give the thong an experimental
tug, pulling it against her cunt and she rises even higher on her toes,
gasping gently.
"Have you ever been spanked?" I ask in a slightly distant tone as I study
her arse, actually thinking about what it would feel like to just bury
myself into her arse right now.
"Yes"
"Did you enjoy it?" But before she gets a chance to say anything, my hand
lashes out and SLAP!!! Her cheek quivers, a handprint appearing as if by
magic against her pale skin, she gasps and jumps at the same time.
"I really want to fuck you in your tight little arse, but I want to feel hot
flesh under my hands as I do so,.so I'm going to warm your flesh a little,
any objections?"
But I start to spank her without giving her a moment to gather herself, her
skin grows warm, then hot under my attention, the cheeks getting a beautiful
rosy hue. She's gasping by now, hips wriggling, so I give in to my self.
Rolling a condom over my cock I squeeze a generous glob of lubricant on my
silicon-covered cock and slide slowly but surely into her arse, gasping as I
do so.
She groans at the feel of my cock stretching her tight little opening,
pushing back, hands grasping the arms of the chair to steady herself. I
wait until I'm deep inside her, sliding my hands over her hot buttocks, then
I start to piston myself in and out of her.
We fuck for a few minutes, but the feeling of being in her, and the sight of
those freshly spanked cheeks becomes too much, so I slow down then stop.
Gently I pull out of her, the site of her nicely stretched arse almost undo'
s me but I manage to control myself.
I sit down on one of the other chairs, gesturing her to me I make her kneel
between my thighs and remove the condom. My cock is twitching slightly, and
again, grasping the collar I move her mouth over my cock, she sucks me for a
long, pleasurable moment, her hands busy stroking my balls, thighs, the
shaft of my cock.
With me guiding her with the collar she gets into a rhythm, sliding deep, my
cock virtually disappears into her hot mouth, her vivid lipstick making the
sight of my cock look even more erotic pumping in an out of her mouth.
It's not long before my hips are lifting my off the chair and as I begin to
come I pull her down with the collar so my cock is buried deep in her mouth,
but not too deep that she doesn't feel and taste my come spurting out of me
into her waiting mouth.
The last few spasms I pull her back so they spray across her mouth and face
and she shudders as they spatter across her face. Using her fingers she
gets every last drop and eagerly licks it up, smiling as she does it, I sit
back feeling myself subside, feeling replete.
The end
Copyright ?Wildfrank
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