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Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 03:14:48 UTC
Subject: STORY: CONTROL (M/F)
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I was going to write some sort of warning or disclaimer here, but I can't
really see the point.  This story is obviously going to be about sex
otherwise it wouldn't be in this newsgroup.  It IS fiction.  The characters
aren't real.  Its a STORY.

Its also my first story in this newsgroup and the first sex story I've
written so I'd really like to get some feedback.  All comments are welcomed
and all flames ignored.

Copyright for this story remains with the author and it is not to be
reposted here or anywhere else without my permission.  Thankyou

21/06/96
Shadowz


CONTROL


The walk home from work was an extreme form of torture for Mark. The 
weather was exceptionally hot and every woman he passed was dressed to
 match. The sight of short skirts and tight t-shirts was having a 
distinct effect on him and he would have been delighted to go home and
 share his passion. Unfortunately, there was no one to share it with. 

Mark was brooding over this depressing state of affairs as he reached 
his flat  on the second floor of the building. He was fishing in his 
pockets for the key when a creak from the door opposite distracted 
him. That would be Elsa heading off to work, he thought as he turned 
his head. 

Elsa locked her door, turned round and smiled at him. 

"Hello." She said cheerfully. Mark nodded, feeling uncomfortable as he
 always did talking to her. Her smile dimmed slightly at his lack of 
response. 

"Lucky you, finished for the day." She tried again. 

Mark smiled somewhat feebly and tried to think of something to say. 
Elsa waited for a moment. Mark glanced at the floor. 

"Well I'd better not be late." Elsa said and started off down the 
stairs. 

Mark's eyes followed her jean covered bum as it descended the stairs. 
How he wanted to reach out and run his hands over her ass cheeks, or 
even just stroke that long dark brown hair of hers. Shaking his head, 
he turned and entered his flat. 

Was she interested Mark wondered, as he sat down on the sofa, 
newspaper in hand. She always stopped to talk to him, even though he 
never said much in return. Why could he not contribute at least one 
sentence to their conversations? It was rather pathetic really. 

No, Elsa was not interested in him, he decided. She was just a 
friendly, kind, nice, person. Not to mention gorgeous. Those big brown
 eyes. She must have loads of guys asking her out all the time. 
Although she seemed to work most evenings. What did she do, he 
wondered, she had never said. Bar work perhaps? Mark turned his 
attention to the paper. 

It did not take very long to read all the interesting stories so he 
glanced at the classified ads page. One advert, printed in bold 
letters, caught his attention and sent a tingle of excitement and fear
 through his body. 

 

EXECUTIVE SAUNA 

 

COME AND ENJOY A RELAXING SAUNA OR MASSAGE IN ONE OF OUR LUXURIOUS 
SUITES. OUR STAFF OF DISCRETE, ATTRACTIVE YOUNG LADIES WILL PAMPER AND
 SOOTHE YOU. OPEN 11AM TILL 1AM MONDAY TO SATURDAY 

 

A woman who would do what he asked. Who would stroke, suck and fuck 
him. Alternatively he could sit here on his own and watch tv. And you 
didn't need to chat to a whore. 

 

 

*          *          * 

 

 

The room was small and sparsely furnished. The 'bed' was a shelf 
sticking out from the fall. Running alongside this shelf was a mirror.
 The only other furniture in the room was a chair on which Mark had
put  his clothes. 

Mark turned his attention to the woman. She was a petite oriental with
 short, black hair and a bored expression. The short white uniform she
 wore showed off most of her legs. 

Mark climbed onto the bed and lay on his stomach. The woman dipped her
 fingers in a small saucer of oil and began the massage. 

"What's your name?" she asked. 

"Mark." He replied rather tersely. 

"I'm Jan. What do you do?" 

"I'm an office clerk." 

Jan gave up trying to get him to talk and concentrated on the massage.
 Mark felt his body begin to tingle as her fingers worked over his 
muscles, relaxing them. 

"If you'd turn over?" Jan asked. She seemed distant from the entire 
process. 

Mark did as he was asked, aware that his prick was now partially 
erect. Jan paid no attention to it, however, concentrating on his legs
 and chest. As she worked Mark studied her smooth legs and the swell
of  her breasts. Could he reach out and run his hand up her thighs, he
 wondered? Jan's hands moved down from his chest to his stomach. She 
lifted his swelling cock in one hand and ran the other over his groin.
 Mark could feel himself reacting to the touch of her hand. 

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked, her hands still 
on his shaft. 

What did he say? How did he ask? 

"What do you do?" He asked cautiously. 

"A hand job is 25, plain sex 40." She began. 

"Plain sex will be fine." He said hurriedly. Jan laughed. 

"Would you go on top?" Mark asked somewhat hesitantly. 

"Sure." Jan shrugged. 

She stripped off swiftly and efficiently. To his surprise, Mark did 
not find this at all exciting. 

Taking a condom from the tray on the window sill, Jan rolled it down 
over Mark's half erect cock. Climbing up onto the bed, she held his 
prick against her cunt. Despite his limpness she managed to work his 
cock into her pussy. He reached out and cupped the smooth flesh of her
 buttocks in his hands as she began a steady up and down rythmn. 

 

 

*          *          * 

 

 

The lights were off when Mark entered his flat. He did not bother to 
put them on. The light was fading fast and he bumped his shins on the 
edge of the table before reaching the sofa. The memory of the previous
 night's disaster, deepened his depression. 

Bad enough that he had been so nervous that he could not get hard and 
the woman had ended up tossing him off. When he had got up to leave 
the woman had told him to just relax the next time. Her certainty that
 he would be back depressed him more than anything else. 

As he walked down the stairs, he had glanced into the reception area. 
There had been two women sitting, waiting for clients no doubt. He was
 about to look away when one of them glanced out the door at him. The 
shock on Elsa's face when she realised who it was had stuck in his 
mind since then. 

Mark felt completely isolated now. He had stayed late at the office to
 avoid Elsa, unable to face her disgust. He doubted that she would
talk  to him now anyway. 

Yet despite this depression, images of Elsa kept popping into his 
head. Elsa wearing that short white uniform, her legs on show to 
leering men. Her lips wrapped around a swollen cock, moving up and 
down the shaft. Her cunt being plundered from behind by some stranger.
 Mark could feel his prick hardening. He had to get his mind off her 
somehow. 

In the bottom of his wardrobe was a pile of magazines. Mark began to 
hunt through them urgently, desperate to find something that appealed 
to him. As he studied the pictures, he became increasingly aware of 
his throbbing prick. Taking a magazine at random, he went back to the 
living room and lay down on the sofa. 

Mark flicked through the magazine, letting his excitement build, until
 he reached the centrefold. A large breasted girl, half sitting, half 
lying, her legs wide apart, knees bent. One hand spread the lips of 
her sex apart, the other held one of her huge tits. 

Holding the magazine open with his left hand, Mark undid his trousers 
and pulled out his, now rigid, cock. As he stared at the picture, he 
wrapped his hand around the shaft, thumb pressing against the glans. 
His hand began to move slowly up and down, sliding the foreskin over 
his cock head. 

Mark closed his eyes and let his imagination go to work. Now it was 
Elsa with her legs spread wide for him. She was calling to him. She 
wanted him. Mark squeezed his prick. 

The doorbell rang. Mark shot to his feet, hastily forcing his erection
 back into his trousers. The doorbell went again as Mark reached the 
door. He peered through the spyhole. It was Elsa. For a moment he 
considered leaving the door shut. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked 
the door and opened it. 

"Hi." Elsa's smile seemed forced. She paused, obviously waiting for a 
reaction of some sort. "Can I come in?" 

Mark swallowed. "Sure." He said, stepping out of the way. 

Elsa walked casually into the flat and Mark closed the door, before 
turning to face her. He found himself staring at her. 

She was wearing a long grey raincoat and he could not help wondering 
what she had on underneath it. The image of her in that short white 
uniform sprang into his mind. Elsa shifted uncomfortably under his 
gaze and he hurriedly glanced away, aware that his fly was undone and 
his trousers bulging obscenely. 

"Not going to work this evening?" He asked and then cringed when he 
realised what he had said. 

"No, it's my day off." Elsa seemed unphased. "There's no need to ask 
what you've been doing though." A teasing note entered her voice. 

Mark gazed at her in confusion. Elsa laughed, her eyes sparkling and 
waved her hand in the direction of the sofa. Lying in the middle of 
the sofa was his magazine. Mark felt his cheeks flame with 
embarrassment. She must have him pictured as the worlds biggest 
pervert by now. 

Elsa laughed again. "I can see your not suffering from the problem you
 had yesterday." She said. 

Mark gazed at her in horror and shame. 

"You know I'm really pissed off with you." She continued crossly. 
"I've been trying to chat you up for weeks, but you'd rather pay for 
it, or wank. Aren't my tits big enough for you?" 

Mark's mouth was wide open. 

"It's all about control isn't it? You like to stay in control don't 
you? It's much easier to deal with a magazine isn't it?" 

Mark stared into her dark brown eyes speechless. Elsa stepped slowly 
towards him. 

"But it's much more fun if you let other people in occasionally." 

Elsa's face was only inches from Mark's now. His heart began to pound 
as he fought the desire to kiss her soft, smooth skin. 

"I could help you lose control." Elsa's voice was no more than a 
whisper. She put her hand in her coat pocket and pulled something out,
 but Mark could not take his eyes away from her face. 

"Go through to the bedroom and get undressed." Her voice was louder 
now and sterner. Mark obeyed without hesitation. 

In the bedroom, Mark swiftly removed his clothes. He was aware of 
Elsa's eyes on him, but, strangely, did not find it embarrassing. When
 he was naked, he turned to face her. The room was warm, but he fought
 a shiver as her eye's ran slowly down his body. 

"Get on the bed and lie down on your back." Elsa's voice had changed 
slightly. There was an eagerness to it now. This was something she 
enjoyed. 

Mark lay down on the bed, his eyes focused on Elsa. She was still 
wearing  the long, grey, raincoat. Mark's gaze was drawn to her hands,
 one resting in a coat pocket, the other holding a pair of steel 
handcuffs. Perching herself on the mattress near his head, she took 
his right hand and, with a swift, efficient action, cuffed his wrist 
and threaded the chain through the bars at the head of the bed, before
 reaching for his other hand. 

Mark knew this was his last chance to resist what was happening. 
Meekly, he held out his hand. Elsa closed the handcuff around his 
wrist with a snap. He wondered briefly where she had learnt to do 
this, but he had a pretty good idea. 

Elsa moved down to the foot of the bed and looked up at him. She was 
still fully dressed and for the first time Mark felt uncomfortable and
 he fought the urge to squirm. 

"Legs apart." Mark obeyed the command automatically. Elsa smiled. 

"I think we'll leave them free this time." She said. 

Reaching out, she ran her hand slowly up his leg, gently squeezing his
 thigh. Kneeling on the bottom of the bed, she rested her hands on 
either side of his crotch. Mark felt his cock twitch as her cool hands
 touched his groin. Her hands travelled upwards, caressing his stomach
 and chest, feeling the firm muscles. Leaning forward, her bum rising 
into the air, Elsa kissed him on the chest, her tongue slipping 
between her lips to tickle his skin. As she looked up, Mark saw the 
excitement in her eyes. 

"All mine." She whispered, sitting up and cupping his balls in her 
hand.  

Mark's prick, twitched again and a familiar sensation began to spread 
through his body. 

Elsa stepped back off the bed and stared at his sex as it slowly 
uncoiled. Her avaricious gaze increased his excitement and his cock 
stiffened rapidly. 

"My aren't we excited." Elsa mocked. "Would you like to see a bit more
 of me?"  

Mark remained stubbornly silent. Elsa's face hardened. 

"Beg." She commanded. 

Angered, Mark tugged at the handcuffs, they were firmly locked. Elsa 
smirked. Lazily, she undid the top button of her raincoat. Then the 
second and the third. When all the buttons were undone she stopped. 
The coat hung close around her body. Mark could see nothing. 

"Please." He whispered. 

"What?" She asked. 

"Please." This time his voice was louder. 

Elsa smiled triumphantly and turned away from him. Mark stared at her 
back as she pulled her arms out of the coat sleeves. Only then did she
 shrug the coat from her shoulders and let it fall down her body to 
reveal her pale skin. 

The coat crumpled in a heap at Elsa's feet and Mark gazed at the pair 
of black, high cut, knickers stretched tight by her full buttocks. 

Elsa held the pose for a moment before turning round again. The hint 
of a smile was still on her lips, she walked to the bottom of the bed,
 then crawled slowly up Mark's quivering body until they were face to 
face. 

She planted a kiss on his nose, then sat back and began to rub her 
crotch against his aching prick. Her hips moved in a slow circular 
pattern, sending urgent messages to his brain. Mark thrust eagerly 
against her knicker covered bum, but Elsa rose effortlessly out of his
 reach. 

Kneeling above his groin, she reached behind her back and undid the 
catch on her bra, then, slipping the straps off her shoulders, she let
 it fall from her body, to land on his cock. 

"I know you enjoy looking at women's tits." Elsa smirked and leant 
forward, one hand on either side of his head. 

Mark stared up at her small, pert breasts as they hung down above him.
 The pink nipples were jutting out like bullets. 

"Tell me what else you like to do to them." Elsa whispered. 

Mark swallowed, unable to speak. Elsa sat down hard on his stomach and
 thrust her breasts into his face. 

"Suck them." She ordered angrily. 

Mark struggled to raise his head slightly as he took the already hard 
bud of her nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue gently around the 
sweet flesh. Sucking harder he nibbled gently at the swelling teat 
with his teeth then nipped. Elsa gave a low moan. 

"Your good at that." She said, sitting up suddenly. "I've gone all 
tingly."Her right hand reached down to cup her mound over her black 
knickers. Her hips began to undulate slowly as she pushed her crotch 
against her hand. 

Mark stared in an agony of lust. 

"You know I think I'm all damp down there." Elsa continued 
mercilessly, moving her hand to one side to let him see. Mark's eyes 
locked on the small strip of cloth that covered her sex and the dark 
stain that was spreading across it. 

Elsa's hand slipped inside her panties, making them bulge obscenely. 
Her hips continued to weave their pattern as her fingers moved inside 
the knickers. Mark glanced quickly at her face, there was a tension 
there now that had not been present before. 

Suddenly Elsa grabbed the crotch of her knickers with her other hand 
and pulled. The thin material ripped easily. Moving up the bed, she 
positioned herself over Mark's face. Slowly, teasingly she ran her 
fingers through her thick bush of pubic hair. With her index finger 
she traced the outer lips of her cunt. A shudder ran through her body 
as the finger slipped between the lips into her pussy. Recovering 
quickly she removed her finger and ran it along Mark's lips. 

His tongue flicked out. Elsa's finger was damp with her juices. He 
felt  his cock twitch. Her finger darted into his mouth and Mark 
instinctively sucked it clean. 

"Tell me what you want to do to my cunt." Elsa breathed. 

Mark closed his eyes, his brain full of erotic images, but somehow 
unable to reveal them. Frustrated, he tugged at the chain holding him.


"Open your eyes." Her voice was harsh again. Mark looked up as Elsa's 
crotch, framed by her tattered knickers, descended on his face. 

For a second he panicked, then instinct took over. Unable to see what 
he was doing, Mark reached out with his tongue, working it through the
 pubic hair until he found her slit. 

Elsa's knees clamped tight against his head and she pushed herself 
against his face. Emboldened by her reaction, Mark worked his tongue 
between her sex lips, into her soaking cunt and sucking her juices 
into his mouth. 

Grunting, Elsa thrust hard against Mark's face. Her knees ground into 
his skull as her muscles spasmed, then slowly relaxed. Mark yanked at 
his handcuffs, desperate to touch her body. 

After a brief pause, Elsa moved back down Mark's body and positioned 
herself over his cock. Her hand snaked out, surrounding his throbbing 
column and she began to pull the foreskin down and up over his cock 
head. 

Squatting down she began to rub the head of his cock against her slit 
with a deliberate slowness. Mark stared at the juices that were 
beginning to trickle out of her sex and down onto his cock. The gentle
 friction of of her pussy lips was almost unbearable. He thrust his 
hips, desperate to enter her cunt, but Elsa held him firmly down. 

"Tell me what you want." She whispered. 

Mark looked into her eyes. Alongside the pleasure there was a hint of 
fear. The excrutiating pleasure continued to build inside him. He knew
 he could not hold out much longer. He had to get inside her. 

"I want to fuck you." He gasped. "I want to stick my cock in your 
cunt." 

As soon as he spoke, Elsa began to sink downwards, her eager pussy 
swallowing his rigid shaft easily right to the hilt. Holding his cock 
deep inside her, she leant forward and kissed him, her tongue sliding 
into his mouth. Then, sitting back, she began to ride his cock, her 
hips undulating as she slid up and down. 

Mark gazed at her, face flushed, breasts bouncing as they fucked. He 
felt her muscles tightening a she began to build to orgasm again. 
Unable to contain himself any longer, he spurted his seed deep inside 
her welcoming body. Moments later Elsa sank down  over him as pleasure
 wracked her body. 

"Next time, maybe I'll let you tie me up." She gasped. 




Have fun,

Shadowz

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