"In Need Of Therapy"
By Jenne64 and EAW
Copyright, 2000, 2000 All Rights Reserved
Jenne sat at the keyboard eagerly typing the words that the recipient
obviously required. Her skirt was hitched high around her waist, her
blouse gaping open, her soft breasts exposed, her nipples hard, pink and
erect. While one hand was busy typing, the other pushed her moist
panties to one side and began to massage her swollen clit.
"I want to feel my cock buried deep inside that moist, wet pussy right
now. Can you feel me inside you?" The text on the computer screen asked,
rolling upward.
"Yes, yes I can feel you deep inside me, pounding me, fucking me with
that incredible cock" She typed with one hand while the other continued
to move in small circular motions, her finger occasionally plunging into
her open pussy.
"I'm gonna come all over that pussy . now, shit ... right now."
With those words she felt her own muscles contract and her own orgasm
spilled over. She stifled the moan of ecstasy that came from her lips as
she licked them. Removing the hand from her pussy lips she typed with
both hands asking her online lover if he had enjoyed that as much as she
had. "Yes" Came the reply it was then that she realized that her next
appointment was due very soon.
"Got to go. See you soon?" she typed, hopefully. This was one of the
best cyber sessions that she had ever had in the room, and she didn't
want to let this man escape her.
"Of course, I'll be back." Came the answer.
"Great." Jenne typed. " See you soon sexy, look forward to it."
"I will." He responded, the text blinking onto the screen.
The chat closed and she returned to the reality of work. She often
wondered what her clients would think if they knew what she did in her
office between appointments. She smiled at the thought, pulling her
skirt down and rearranging her blouse so that once again she looked like
a respectable and proper business woman/therapist.
Jenne was a very attractive woman. She was very committed to the people
who came to her for help, often taking the problems of her client's home
with her. She took her work very seriously and she was willing to try
virtually any type of approach to achieve results. Jenne dealt with a
great many sexual problems and she was not above using her own beauty
and sexuality if the situation called for it. Her seriousness sometimes
seemed to mute her outward beauty, but her spirit was strong and vibrant
in spite of her current worries. She had long, thick, wavy blonde hair
and she wore it casually, but neatly pulled back. Jenne's skin was
smooth and fresh, the creamy peach and pinks of her body were a perfect
compliment to her strawberry blonde hair. Her features were elegantly
classic and thoughtful, her thin, mischievous red lips often turned up
in an eager grin. She waited for her next appointment, her steely,
blue-gray eyes intriguing and expressive. Jenne was dressed in a dark,
forest green suit, with a simple white button-up blouse. Her skirt was
probably shorter than necessary, but she couldn't help showing off her
shapely, trim legs. She wore smoky gray stockings with a black garter
belt, her penchant for expensive and sexy lingerie, her own private
obsession. Her hips were full and curvy, her waist small and the
delicate lace of her bra was faintly visible through her blouse, hinting
at her full, pert breasts. Overall, Jenne was serious and businesslike,
while exuding an intoxicating and exciting sexuality in an unobtrusive
way.
Her thoughts turned toward her next appointment. She thumbed casually
through the notes that she had made after their initial meeting. Ed was
an intriguing man. She wasn't sure where his problem was yet, but part
of therapy was to get the patient to trust you. Sometimes this was easy,
other times it took several sessions. From what she remembered of Ed
Richardson . gaining his trust would the least of her problems.
Controlling his ego would be the main obstacle she would have to
overcome. Time beat her again, and a knock on the door signaled that he
was here.
Jenne stood to greet him. "Mr. Richardson. Thank you for coming, it's so
nice to see you again."
Edward Richardson. Age 34, single, very well off. He had briefly
indicated that his problem was of a sexual nature, but that was as far
as he'd gone. Ed was an extremely good-looking man, with a confident air
about him. He possessed a boy-ish grin that made him appear younger than
his years, and Jenne smiled back as he turned it in her direction. His
brown hair was long and curly and his blue-green eyes flashed playfully
as he spoke. His frame was forceful and compact, with broad shoulders
and sloping, forceful arms. His hands were large and powerful looking,
with trim, manicured nails and Jenne felt a surge in her pulse when she
looked at him. He was dressed smartly in a business suit of dark, navy
blue, with what looked like very expensive, Italian shoes. He moved
easily and crossed his legs in front of him as he settled into his
chair, neatly sliding the laptop he carried alongside his chair. Jenne
noted his starched white shirt and perfectly knotted tie. His smile was
quick, and his wit disarming and Jenne could feel her own desire
stirring as she studied him. If he had a problem of a sexual nature, it
certainly couldn't have included attracting the opposite sex. Jenne
already knew that he ran his own successful company that was in some way
connected to the Internet. She also could sense that he was in crisis.
She hadn't been able to determine exactly why, but something was on his
mind, and he kept it well hidden.
So, here they were once again. This was the second of their appointments
and Jenne hoped that this one would prove more fruitful than the last.
Their previous meeting had been less than helpful, although they had
gotten to know one another a bit. They had gotten along well and Jenne
had hoped that they could build on that rapport. He had sought her help,
but seemed less than willing to actually let her reach the root of his
problem. They sat in the small office facing each other, neither quite
knowing where to begin. She rose and poured them both a coffee
remembering that he took his "black with no sugar." Quite why she should
remember that detail was beyond her.
"So how have things been since we spoke last week?" Jenne asked in the
most unassuming voice she could muster.
"Better, I suppose." He replied.
"In what way where they better?" She asked, probing gently.
"Well, I've been able to control myself a little since we had our last
chat." He smiled quietly, looking deeply into her eyes.
"That sounds like a positive step at least." She was trying to hide the
fact that she found this man both alluring and attractive. Her hand went
to the top button of her blouse, fiddling nervously.
"Yes . I suppose so." He agreed hesitantly, his eyes intently on hers.
"You were rather vague last week." Jenne offered, slipping the button
through the tiny hole and opening her blouse slightly. "What type of
feelings are these? Help me to understand Mr. Richardson."
Without thinking, she opened her blouse blatantly. She was concentrating
on his words, and his eyes dropped to her open blouse, admiring the
haunting swell of her breasts.
He smiled at her. "Call me 'Ed', I insist" She nodded in agreement,
caressing the top of her breast, her fingertips brushing the lace of her
bra. He continued haltingly. "Well, it's difficult to explain. I don't
really understand it myself."
Jenne's blouse was wide open, her bra clearly visible for his approval
and she blinked, her wandering thoughts snapping back to reality. "WHAT
THE HELL AM I DOING?!!!" She covered herself, quickly re-buttoning her
blouse as her face raged red with embarrassment. Her mind raced wildly.
"Have I completely lost my mind?" Ed continued to talk, undaunted.
"I see a beautiful woman that I'm attracted to and ." He paused, looking
back into her eyes. "I get . 'urges'. "
Jenne tried to compose herself. "That seems like a pretty common. Why is
that a problem?" Jenne shifted in her seat, it was getting warm, her
thoughts fragmented and confused.
Ed paused and he gazed at her, his stare direct and searching. She felt
an unmistakable affection for him and she smiled, waiting for him to
respond.
"My problem is one of "control". When I meet someone that I'm attracted
to . I have to control them . sexually." He looked at her, searching her
face for some hint of understanding. "I don't know anything else."
Jenne shifted in her chair, crossing her legs beneath the desk. She
could feel her panties slide across her swelling pussy as she shifted in
her chair. Jenne's mind drifted at the idea of this sexy, powerful man
"controlling" her sexually. She looked at him, wondering what it felt
like to touch him . to taste him . to feel him drive himself
passionately inside her.
"GOD DAMMNIT. WHAT AM I DOING?" Jenne turned her gaze away from Ed and
looked at the paper on her desk. She couldn't believe how unprofessional
this was! She tried to compose herself again.
"As I said . this seems like a rather common situation . to be attracted
to someone. Perhaps you've just never been taught to submit. Are you
involved? Someone who you're attracted to?" Jenne asked, trying to
regain control of the situation.
Ed nodded at the beautiful blonde. ".Right now, I'm very attracted . to
YOU.."
CHAPTER 2 - "Animal Attraction"
Jenne's pulse quickened to an alarming pace as the words that he had
just spoken registered. She nearly fell of the chair as she realized, it
wasn't what he had said, but the way that he had said it. This man
obviously was very used to dominating. Trouble was, with the effect he
was already having over her, Jenne knew that it was going to be very
difficult to resist the obvious temptation.
"Ummm, Pardon." Was all that she could say.
"I said, I'm attracted to you." His tone calm.
"Thank you, Ed. But that isn't going to help you right now is it?" Jenne
paused. "Tell me about the other women that you have been with."
He leaned forward and looked straight into her eyes, his demeanor
exciting and erotic to her. She tried desperately to keep her breathing
in check as he did so. He cleared his throat, obviously not expecting
the question.
" Umm, any in particular?" He evaded.
"I don't know how many others there have been so I can't answer that
question, can I?" She replied a bit sarcastically.
Ed shifted back in his chair now, apparently uneasy with the question.
Sensing his discomfort, she quickly came to his aid. "How about starting
with the last one? That might good be a good place. What sort of a
relationship did you have?"
Ed brightened. "A good one, she did as I wished and I got what I
wanted."
"Do you always get your own way, Ed?" Jenne was curious. Most men would
enjoy this power. She was beginning to develop a theory.
"Yes." Came the answer almost before she had finished the sentence. She
sat, searching for a question, not sure what to make of the self-assured
expression on his face.
"Does it feel good when you get your own way or would you like someone
who said NO once in a while?"
Smugly, he responded. "No one has ever said 'NO' before, so I can't
really answer that can I?"
Jenne was sure she caught a glint in his eye as he spoke the words. Was
he lying? His body language said no, but that look made her unsure. He
was definitely intimidating, that was true. She knew that he had money,
but she couldn't believe that no one had ever said no to him before.
"How do you think you would react if someone did say NO?" She asked
haltingly, already knowing the answer he would give.
"I'm not sure, I don't think I'd be happy about it." He seemed to
hesitate as he replied.
Jenne took this as a positive sign. At least he was contemplating the
idea. She decided that a little role playing might be in order for the
next appointment. Trying to get him used to the word "NO." She wrapped
the interview up, and as he left, she sighed. She watched as he
disappeared through the door admiring his cute behind. If she had met
him outside the office, she would have had no difficulty in saying
"yes." She could still smell his after shave in the air. She would have
to give the next appointment some serious consideration over the next
couple of days.
CHAPTER 3 - "Revision and Planning"
As was her practice, Jenne had videotaped the session with Ed and days
later, she found herself sitting at home studying that video. She
watched his body language and facial expressions as he answered her
questions. As she watched, her mind began to wander. Jenne wondered what
he was like in real life outside that room. How he was going to react to
the next session? How would his body feel next to her skin? She sat in
her favorite silk dressing gown and began to wonder how he would feel if
he was with her now . touching her. She closed her eyes. She could still
smell his aftershave, even two days later. Jenne reached forward and
paused the videotape, lost deep in thought, his image and presence
almost hypnotic, a myriad of questions invading her mind. She began to
visualize him here with her. She could see him standing slowly, to take
off his coat, his eyes flashing, a playful grin on his face. Then, she
could see him slowly unbuttoning his shirt, loosening his tie and
peeling it away from his body, the smooth firm muscles of his shoulders
and chest gently flexing. She licked her lips slowly, as she imagined
him kneeling before her. She could virtually "see" the look of lust in
his eyes as he opens her legs, slowly tracing a tender, lingering trail
of kisses over her inner thighs. Slowly, he reaches her mound and begins
to tease her neatly trimmed pubic hair with his tongue . teasing the
strands between his teeth, playing with her desire. Her lips imitated
the movements of the image in her head. Her hands traveled toward her
pussy and she could virtually 'feel' his tongue, tantalizingly close to
her pussy lips. She imagined pushing herself onto his lips and felt her
heart jump as the tender tip of his tongue met her flesh . the circling
motion that assaulted her tiny pink button causing her to gasp with
delight. Jenne's motions became more urgent as her need for orgasm
increased. In her mind, Ed's eyes were piercing, eagerly watching her,
as he worked his sorcery on her love button. The scene in her head was
so clear and vivid now, that it was like it was actually happening.
Jenne felt herself tense as she neared release. Finally, it hit her .
the image so strong, it detonated the time bomb ticking inside her. She
went with the feelings as they overpowered her senses, her body shaking
with the release, her pussy wet and slippery. Jenne slumped into the
chair as the feeling subsided. She sat and looked at the video recorder
once more, smiling to herself. It was certainly going to be a challenge
taking Edward Richardson in hand, but it would be a challenge she had no
doubt that she was going to enjoy.
CHAPTER 4 - "Ed's Therapy Begins."
It was Friday, and Jenne was due to meet Ed today. This was an
appointment she had been eagerly looking forward to. She studied his
video in the office for half an hour before he was due, and made sure
everything was in place. There was a tap on the door and the man that
she had thought about all week, stood before her once more. Part of the
reason she had spent so much time thinking about him was that she knew
she needed to be able to resist him and the best way she knew to resist
him, was to control the session. One thing she'd learned from watching
the video was that each time he had gained control of the conversation,
he had had a distinct advantage over her. She had put considerable
thought into the direction his therapy was to take, and she was
thoroughly prepared. As she stood looking into his powder blue-green
eyes, she knew that all her work had not been in vain.
"Today's session will be a little different." She informed him after the
initial niceties had been preformed.
"Different? In what way?" He seemed less sure of himself than before,
surprises obviously not something he enjoyed.
"Different in that, . today we will start to teach you what it is like
to have a woman say 'No' to you." Her voice was sharp and authoritative.
"In fact, today . a woman will 'direct' you." Jenne paused, studying his
face. "Please remove your clothes."
He looked down, embarrassed.
"Do you remember that during our first session I told you that I had a
'hands-on' approach?"
"Um yes, but this is rather unorthodox isn't it?" He had a smug smile on
his face as he spoke.
"I'll ask you nicely once more, please remove your clothes." Jenne was a
bit nervous. The alternative if he refused, were not desirable . for
either of them.
"No . you do it for me." He countered childishly.
"Are you not capable of removing your own clothes, Ed?" She asked.
Her voice was calm, but inside she was on fire, fighting every instinct
in her body. He looked at her, compelling her to come to him. Jenne
wanted to do just that. She wanted to undress him. She desperately
wanted to remove the buttons that held the starched white shirt that
clung to his body . but she knew that she must resist and resist she
would.
"I'll remove mine if you remove yours." He offered, testing her.
"That is not part of this session, Ed." Jenne responded, her thoughts
dangerously close to wandering. She needed to stop the discussion before
he got the upper hand. It was as if by engaging her, he could somehow
turn the tables on her.
"Why not, don't you want me?" He looked sad, almost pouting.
Jenne wanted nothing more than to hold him . to taste his hardened
member between her lips. She stole a glance into his lap and was
delighted and astonished to see his bulging crotch. Mustering all the
self control she could she replied calmly "No."
He looked dejected but she remained steadfast. She wanted him like she'd
never wanted anyone before but that would teach him nothing, She wanted
to run her hands through that long brown hair, she wanted to separate
the strands and let them glide between her fingers . but she knew she
couldn't.
"Are you going to do as you were asked?" She offered again.
Finally, as though realizing that they had reached an impasse, he began
to remove his tie. His large, strong hands undid the buttons on his
shirt and as the item slipped from his back she stood and admired the
delightful sight that met her eyes. At this point, he hesitated once
more. He looked toward her, something in his face almost pleading with
her. He was not comfortable with this scenario, that was apparent. He
wasn't used to women calling the shots. Jenne knew that, and decided
that a small reward may be in order if he did as she bid without
question.
"Very good. Continue please." Jenne said, sitting back in her chair to
admire the sight.
Her approval seemed to bolster him a bit and his gaze again caught
hers. Jenne gave him an approving glance, her desire boiling between her
legs. She absentmindedly uncrossed her legs, allowing her skirt to hike
up, the decorative top of her stockings visible. Shirtless, Ed unhooked
his belt, unsnapping the button of the neatly pleated trousers. He
grasped the hook of the zipper and stopped, watching Jenne squirm with
her own desire.
"Why am I doing this for you?" He asked. "What do I get in return?"
Jenne smiled wickedly. "You don't necessarily get anything. We're
dealing with a control issue. You just need to comply. However, I will
tell you that I may be willing to reward you if you do."
Ed considered this and he searched her face. "I want . you." He said
simply.
"Absolutely not." Jenne responded curtly. "Now, drop those pants .
immediately!"
The force of her will seemed to be enough and Jenne breathed a sigh of
relief as he looked back down. She wasn't sure how much more she could
have taken and had he refused, what could she have done? Slowly, Ed
lowered his zipper, and he opened the front of his pants. He wore no
shorts beneath his trousers, and Jenne was entranced with the way the
hair of his stomach trailed neatly into his thick patch of brown curls.
Jenne held her breath as his thick, erect, beautiful cock came into
view. Ed was fully erect, and the tip of his dick was a deep purple-red,
wet and smeared with clear moisture. He was very hard, his rigid pole
pointing upward, and she admired his manhood, imagining that hardness
pressing inside of her, filling her completely, before exploding it's
ejaculate inside her throbbing pussy. It was all she could do to stay
seated.
Ed dropped his pants around his ankles and made a move toward her.
"Sit down in your chair. You may not touch me in any way." She ordered.
"Do you want me?"
Ed nodded, absently wrapping his hand around his aching member.
"Well, you cannot have me. However, I will allow you to pleasure
yourself. but only because I want to watch." Jenne instructed lovingly.
Her emotions were high, and the sight of his magnificent cock was
wonderful and alluring.
"If I can't touch you . show me. please?" Ed was pleading, his face
awash with lust.
Jenne smiled and without thinking, lifted her skirt, bunching it around
her waist. Her stocking tops hugged the soft flesh of her thighs and she
slid her hand under her panties, inserting two fingers inside her
sopping pussy. Ed smiled wearily and he began to stroke his erection,
never taking his eyes from hers. His intensity was obvious and he wildly
stroked himself, his cock growing larger still, swelling as he pleasured
himself. Finally, his face grimaced sweetly, his gaze desperately
communicating with Jenne, and he flushed, the veins in his neck pulsing
as his penis twitched. Another wild stroke and he groaned, his cock
exploding, shooting a thick stream of cum into the air. He threw his
head back, his orgasm spewing all over his stomach, chest and hand. He
jerked his erection reflexively and he opened his eyes again, his
expression, a confusing dichotomy of frustration and release.
Jenne was spellbound as she watched him jerk himself off for her
pleasure. At the same time, Jenne wildly played with her swollen clit.
Her passion had also run away with her and any sel-control she had
exhibited was gone. She splayed her legs apart and furiously thrust her
fingers inside her dark, warmth, stimulating the tiny pearl of her
desire. Her panties were strewn to the side and Ed hungrily watched as
her sex drenched fingers slide in and out, opening her yawning
pussy-lips. At last, as Ed admired her, her orgasm also came mightily.
Her hair cascaded into her face, the force of her reflexes too much for
her to control and her body spasmed, shaking erotically as Ed watched,
still smeared with his own seed. Her beauty overwhelmed him, and his
desire for her grew, becoming more serious than ever before.
As her orgasm subsided, Jenne tried to collect herself, hastily covering
her wonderful, sopping pussy.
"That was your reward for compliance." She sheepishly tried to explain.
Ed smiled knowingly, his softening cock still large, the cum dripping
from the bare skin of his firm, muscular body. Jenne stood up and handed
him a box of tissues.
"I think this is a good place to stop for today." She said, the
businesslike tone of her voice seeming ridiculous in light of what had
transpired.
"I'll leave the room, so you can clean up." She said. " I'll contact you
to set up your next appointment. I think it may be useful to meet in a
different location the next time. One that is more conducive to your
situation and our method of treating it. But, I need to give it some
more thought."
With that, Jenne left the office and escaped down the hall to the
public rest room. She locked herself in a stall and held her head in her
hands. Shit, . that wasn't exactly what she had planned. It would have
been fine until he looked at her. Something in his eyes had turned the
tables and even though she had won that little encounter, her display of
weakness had robbed her of some of the effectiveness of the victory.
I've got to be stronger next time, she thought.
When she was sure he was gone, she returned to her office. Ed had left
a note for her on one of her business envelopes. Inside were two, one
hundred dollar bills. On the envelope, he'd written .
"I Love beautiful lingerie. Buy yourself something "special" and wear it
the next time we meet. My favorite color is Red. Oh, and by the way, . I
WILL have you eventually . in whatever fashion I want . and for as long
as I desire. Waiting on your call. -Ed"
CHAPTER 5 - "A Battle of Wills"
"Got to go, now." Jenne typed quickly. "Don't divulge any of my secrets!
LOL!"
Oh, no. I want to help you live out all of those desires." The text
answered. "I'm honored that you'd share all those naughty fantasies with
me. See you soon!"
Jenne smiled. She loved the rapport she'd developed with this guy. She'd
spent a lot of time with him in this room and they had had some of the
hottest Cyber-sessions she'd ever experienced. She'd just gotten done
baring her soul again and whenever she told him a secret, he invariably
found a way to use it to drive her wild. She'd really given him some
good material this time, even divulging a secret or two that she'd never
shared with anyone before. The Internet allowed her to experience things
that she would never dare reveal to anyone in the real world for fear of
the reaction she would receive.
"I can't wait to see what you do to me next!" She typed furiously.
"Don't worry. you don't need to be gentle! LOL! Bye Sweetie! Got to go
back to work!"
Jenne clicked off the computer. She sat at her desk, her gaze turning
to the envelope, her thoughts turning from "her favorite Cyber-partner,"
to "her favorite Client." Now . just what was Ed's problem? How dare he
think that he could buy her! She couldn't believe the audacity of the
man! She fingered the money awhile wondering . contemplating just what
had happened during that session. She would have to be more careful next
time. He had learned little during that session, that was apparent. She
looked at the money, wondering just what she should do with it. Should
she spend it? She dismissed the thought quickly. He might be used to
buying what he wanted, but no way was he going to buy her. She filed his
notes with the money in the cabinet, desperately trying to file the
thoughts of him along with them.
She decided that it was perhaps time to consider contacting him once
more. She had tried hard not to think about him during the interim, but
found her thoughts gravitating towards the image of him in that chair,
his hard cock in his hand, his eyes wantonly staring at her. She was
overwhelmed by her need to help him., coupled with the obvious physical
attraction that she felt for him. His stubbornness went deeper than she
had thought and she had to get under his skin in order to reveal the
real issue.
Sitting at home that night, she began to formulate a plan of therapy
that hopefully could have him sorted out. Little did he know what Jenne
had in mind for him during that time. She smiled as she thought about
the sessions that lay ahead. Quickly she typed the e-mail. She detailed
exactly what he was to wear and where the next session was to take
place. Pressing the "send" button, she smiled smugly. Never had she had
a case that she couldn't solve. Her "hands-on" approach may be
unorthodox, but it always worked. Eagerly, she awaited his reply.
It came the following day. All it said was . "OK. -Ed" She was
disappointed to an extent with the sharp reply but at least he had
agreed to meet her that afternoon. She quickly finished checking that
everything was in place for the session that would occur later that day.
Each time she thought about what she had planned, a wicked smile would
spread across her face. She dressed carefully. Deliberate in the fact
that she wore not red but black lingerie. She had chosen carefully.
Jenne needed to control the situation every step of the way and her
outfit was one of her favorites. A basque that pushed her breasts up
till they were held firm, she attached the black stockings slowly .
rolling them over her legs. Preparation was everything in her business.
The white blouse was placed over her shoulders and buttoned up . but not
all the way, allowing a glimpse of the swell of her firm breasts to
show. The tight black skirt stretched over her thighs and her strawberry
blonde hair was tied back from her face into a tight bun . a few wisps
of hair escaping and framing her face beautifully. She admired herself
in the mirror, more than pleased with the image that met her gaze.
Quickly, she placed the other items that she required into the leather
bag and stepped out the door.
She placed the key in the door and turned it. Her eyes swept over a
studio apartment owned by a good friend and associate. It was really
just a large room with a couple of smaller side rooms. She checked to be
sure the bedroom was as she had requested, and began to lay out the
items that she required. Jenne walked round the dimly lit rooms lighting
the candles that had been placed around them. Her bag was placed on the
wooden floor and she placed the 6" stilettos on her feet. They made a
clopping sound as she moved over the floor. She walked to the stereo
turning on the CD, smiling as the soft music began to reach her ears.
She sat on the large armchair that was in the middle of the large room
and waited. 2PM sharp, she had told him. She glanced at the stainless
wall clock and smiled. He was late, just as she thought he would be.
Then came the knock.
"Enter." She called.
He entered but was not dressed as she had instructed in the mail. All
these things she knew were deliberate. He was fighting her mentally now
and she knew that she must keep the upper hand. Steeling herself to the
task ahead, she rose to greet him.
"I see you choose to ignore my instructions." She said coldly.
"Yes." Came the forceful reply. "I also see that you choose not to
follow mine." His eyes peering down her open blouse. The black outline
of the basque apparent under the swell of her breast.
"I'm in charge here Ed." She reminded him firmly.
He muttered something under his breath, his tone inferring that he
thought otherwise. She ushered him into the bedroom. The antique brass
bed was the only piece of furniture that it contained. The candles that
burned around it highlighting the shiny polished metal. They stood
looking at each other, each evaluating the situation. She wanted him
once more but had resolved that this was one session that she would not
give in to under any circumstances.
"Now Ed I think it's time we began to explore your problem once more."
He smiled that wicked, boy-ish grin that almost turned her legs to
jelly. She didn't think he would smile so willingly in a few minutes.
"Remove your clothes . NOW." She commanded him.
To her surprise, he didn't argue. He simply undid the buttons on his
shirt and dropped the trousers without hesitation, unleashing his
beautiful thick cock, it's girth already stiff with his growing arousal.
She had to concentrate, to look away, but the fleeting image of that
magnificent member inside her brought an evil smile to her face. She
tried not to show her surprise with his compliance.
" What now?" He asked, his torso glowing with nervous perspiration.
She wanted him to take her, right here, right now on that bed. Oh how
she wanted to feel his firm, hot flesh pound against the softness of her
own but...
She pulled herself together quickly. What was she intending to do? Oh
yes, the pictures came flooding into her head. She had played this scene
over and over in her mind today, preparing herself mentally.
"Turn around." He smiled that wicked smile once more.
"Why?" He asked simply.
"Because I told you to." Her voice authoritative now, just as she had
imagined she would.
"Put like that I don't have much choice do I?" He commented petulantly.
"YOU don't have any choices here, Ed. YOU do as I say." She stated
authoritatively.
"As YOU say or what? Just what are you going to do Jenne? We are here,
just you me and this bed, I know you want me so what's the problem here?
" His voice teasing her.
"JUST DO IT NOW." Even she was surprised by the tone of her voice.
"Ok, Ok . if it makes you happy." His tone was menacing, but still soft
enough that she felt safe.
He did as he was bid and as he turned, she admired his back. The ripples
of his muscles, the contours so well defined. She wanted to reach
forward and touch him but defied the thought. Quickly she grabbed the
silk scarf from the bed and placed it over his eyes, tying it tightly,
ensuring that he could see nothing.
"What, what the hell..." His voice trembled as he spoke, he was not so
sure of himself now and she hadn't even started on him yet. She took his
wrists and after a half fought struggle managed to tie those as well.
She knew that he was strong and was surprised with the compliance that
he now showed, it was as if he wanted her to take control once more and
that was what she intended to do. Forcefully she pushed him onto the
bed, watching as he fell into the soft pillows. Reaching forward, she
began to run her fingers through his hair caressing the soft curls with
her fingertips.
Jenne instructed him. "Relax Ed, you're work will begin in a minute,
when I say so, till then relax and enjoy."
"Ummm." Came the muffled sound from the pillow.
Her hands began to stroke his back gently massaging the firm flesh that
yielded so willingly to her touch. She wondered how he felt right now.
This was not a situation he was used to. being helpless to all intensive
purposes. Her hands wandered over the firm buttocks that were so
inviting, down his inner thighs and across the length of his legs. She
wanted him to enjoy the experience, to know what it was like to be
"receiver" as opposed to the "taker." His shudders and quiet murmurs
told her all she needed to know. She rolled him over , it was a few
minutes before she began to touch him again. She sat on her knees and
looked down at the man before her. She studied every part of his body,
she wanted to remember this image for a long time.
Again her hands began to knead his bare flesh, she varied her touch,
sometimes light, sometimes heavy, he began to react to every caress of
her fingertips. She picked the feather from the bed and began to trace a
pattern on his chest. The sensation she knew would be strange after her
fingers. She ran the soft feather down over his entire body, teasing the
flesh, relishing the sight of him as his body reacted to the touch.
Gently she moved forward and whispered in his ear.
"Is that good Ed, is that really good?"
"Yes." He whispered hesitantly.
She knew that he was relaxed now but at the same time his senses would
be heightened by the blindfold. He began to struggle wanting to free
himself from the bonds that held his hands. He wanted to touch her as
she was touching him.
"I bet you'd love to touch me right now, wouldn't you? "Her voice
teasing him once more.
"Yes I want to touch you." He murmured quietly.
"A little while longer and I may untie you but you will not be allowed
to see this session, is that clear?" She questioned.
"Yes, just let me touch you." He jousted playfully.
"NO, not yet, not until I hear you beg like a dog. You have to learn Ed
that you can't always have what you want or desire. That is why you came
to me in the first place remember." Jenne was in charge now, and her
tone was one of authority and dominance.
"I'll NEVER beg for anything!" Almost in response to her tone, his voice
changed as he spoke the words. She sensed the difference almost before
the words sprang from his lips.
"Yes, you will, because until you do, I will leave you tied and bound."
She stated flatly.
She took his feet and with some effort managed to secure first his left
foot to the bed and then the right one. He resisted to this more than he
had having his wrists bound but she now had the advantage over him, now
that he was to all intensive purposes blind. The element of surprise was
a wonderful weapon in such situations.
She sat astride his chest now, feeling the power that she had over him.
He was hers and she could do anything that she wanted to him.
"Now Ed if you want me to untie you . you will have to beg, I don't mean
plead, but beg. This is where you begin to learn the meaning of the word
NO. Until you beg I will not allow you any concessions or rewards. The
choice is yours my dear."
She bent forward and softly kissed his lips. She felt him jump under her
as she did so. Again and again she teased his flesh, massaging,
caressing, kneading the pliable flesh. She carefully avoided his cock,
never once touching the straining purple headed muscle. Deciding to up
the stakes somewhat she began to use her tongue on his body, teasing and
tasting the salty, glistening sweat that covered his body now as he
strained to reach her. She moved slowly, savoring every inch of his
delicious frame stretched tautly over the bed. She broke for a minute
releasing her hair from the confines of the band that held it tight
against her head. She returned to his body once more teasing the muscles
and sinews that were stretched to within breaking point, this time using
her tongue but allowing her hair to trail over his body. He reacted
violently to this change, straining to break the bonds that held him.
She broke for a second.
"Remember what I said." She warned.
She moved to his inner thighs once more knowing that this would increase
his desire tenfold. She wanted to hear him beg now, she waited or the
words to follow as she surely knew they would as her slick, wet tongue
glided over the very tip of his cock.
"Oh my God!" He whispered, drawing in his breath. "Jenne, . please ."
The tone of his voice was somehow different now. It was pained, boyish
and broken. Jenne's desire skipped a beat as she continued to tease him.
Ed's body strained, the muscles of his stomach and chest taut and
flexed. Jenne continued to lick his penis, flicking her tongue over the
drop of musky pre- ejaculate on the tip. She closed her eyes with the
delicious taste and she swooned, briefly resting her cheek against his
hip. Jenne's heart was racing along with his now, and once again, her
mind wandered, wanting to feel his member deep inside her.
"Jenne. Pleeaassse ." He moaned, quietly.
"Tell me what you want, Ed." She grinned wickedly, nuzzling the skin of
his hip, her fingers tickling the underside of his balls. "Beg for me,
sweetie. Beg like a good boy."
Ed paused, his neck straining, his cock rigid, purple and throbbing with
desire.
"Pleeaasse Fuck me. Pleeaaasse Jenne!" He quietly moaned to her.
Jenne smiled. He had taken the first step to submitting she thought. She
slid away from him, standing alongside the bed long enough to strip her
panties from her body. She hiked the skirt up around her waist, her trim
column of golden brown pubic hair glistening in the candlelight. Ed lay
quietly, a pained look on his face as he tried to decipher what was
happening. Jenne was wet with anticipation and she climbed back between
his legs, careful not to touch him. Ed froze, expecting her embrace, her
touch . something. Jenne carefully straddled his waist, leaning forward
to grasp the headboard. She bent at the knees, lowering her smoldering
pussy closer to his waiting cock.
She sat astride him, wanting him, but knowing that this was not the
right time. She was here to teach him to be patient . to teach him that
he couldn't just take what he wanted, when he wanted it. She held her
treasure just out of his reach for a while longer. She watched his
blindfolded face and watched fascinated as his actions pleaded with her
silently. She held herself just above the tip of his swollen cock and
then slowly, began inch by inch, to lower herself ever nearer. Ed began
to pant, desperate now for her to take the next step. She knew how much
he wanted her, it was there in his expression, in the muscles of his
neck that strained as he tried to free his bonds. But still . she
teased.
She lowered herself another inch and gasped as his cock contacted with
her wet, sodden slit. She began to use his cock to massage her clit .
slowly rocking back and forth on the purple tip. Her head tipped back
and licking her lips, she glided the very tip of his cock over her
moisture sodden clit, loving the feeling of the small circular motions
that produced the most wonderful feelings in her. Her toes began to
tingle as she neared her orgasm. Her neck stretched taught and her
breath held tight, she wanted the release now . needed it. Faster and
faster she rubbed herself onto him, never quite letting his cock enter
her, using him to pleasure herself. She let out a loud groan of pleasure
as the release came, taking over her whole being, still she did not let
him enter her folds of pleasure. Collapsing forward onto his chest, she
lay listening to him plead for her to take him.
Jenne stood and looked at the man that lay on the bed. He was straining
to be released, just as she had just been. She felt some pity for him
but she had achieved today's objective. She had used him. She stood for
a while allowing him to cool down a little, the glistening sweat that
now covered his body evidence of how hard he had tried to free his bonds
to take her.
"So Ed have you learned today's lesson?" Jenne asked.
"Yeeees, now let me go. I want you. I need you." His tone pleading.
Jenne played with him mercilessly. "So what lesson did you learn today?"
"Umm, that I can't just take everything that I want." He muttered,
distracted.
"Good . very good. Now we are getting somewhere." She approved.
"Now will you untie me?" He asked desperately.
She stood and thought about it for a second "No, I don't think you've
learned anything yet." . A wicked grin spread across her face.
"I have, oh God, I have. Please don't do this to me." He really was
pleading now.
She took pity on him and looking at his still hard cock, Jenne snatched
the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked nervously, his eyes adjusting to
the light. He looked at his teacher, a wanton, desperate look in his
eyes. Jenne began to run her finger around the swollen purple tip of his
cock, smearing her sex mingled with his own liquid. She brought her
finger to her mouth and slowly ran the very tip of her finger around the
outline of her lips and then turning towards him began to lick the
liquid from them. He strained once more. Again she repeated the exercise
but this time placed her entire finger in her mouth. Sucking the digit
as she would a cock, swirling her tongue over the delicate skin. Again
she returned to his cock, he thrust it towards her hand, she took it
this time. Encompassing the shaft, sliding her hand over the rigid
member. Her hand glided over the rigid pole easily, the liquid that had
collected on the shaft aiding her task. Ed began to coo as she pumped it
up and down.
"Imagine that you're inside me now...." she whispered softly. "Feel my
soft walls gripping you, holding you, wanting you..."
She said no more as he let out a moan of pleasure and a hot, cascade of
white, molten lava erupted from his cock. She smiled knowing that he had
wanted her but had been denied once more. She rose from the edge of the
bed and kissed him gently.
"Thank you." He murmured softly.
She began to untie his feet after quickly dressing. She took the liberty
of hiding his clothes in the kitchen before she untied his wrists. She
was still unsure how he would react to this lesson once he was released
but she figured that even he, wouldn't risk running after her naked. She
smiled as she imagined the image. Surprisingly, he was calmer than she
had expected, no ranting or raving.. just an acceptance of the
situation. She left the envelope with the instructions and details of
where he could find his clothes on the bed and left hurriedly.
Ed dressed slowly. He was more than a little disoriented. NEVER . had
anyone treated him like this woman had, and the sensations and reaction
he was experiencing were new to him. On one hand, it was extremely
arousing and invigorating to be dominated. He was able to simply let go,
allowing this incredible beauty to create the situation and mood. But,
at the same time, it was very frustrating and in a way, it made him
angry. He had wanted nothing more than to slam his rigid cock inside
her, to feel her body convulse uncontrollably. But, that was why he'd
come to her in the first place. He'd met her in a chat room and after
becoming enamored with her, he'd used his considerable influence . and a
load of cash, to find out who she was, and where she lived. They'd grown
very close and had engaged in many torrid cyber-sessions. He hadn't
revealed that aspect of their relationship yet, unsure how she would
react. The fact that she was a Therapist was simply a bonus . a stroke
of luck that allowed him to make an appointment, thus facilitating their
meeting. He smiled as he buttoned his pants, remembering how silly he'd
felt the first time he'd met her. He hadn't even figured out what he was
going to say his problem was and he had spent the entire session staring
at her unobtrusive beauty. He had decided that this gorgeous creature
was stunning in terms of physical beauty, but he wanted to know if she
was his equal in terms of intelligence and control.
He'd almost succeeded that first meeting in getting her to undress in
front of him. It was a talent he'd always seemed to have. While he
couldn't always do it, he was often able to almost "will" people into
complying with his desires. It wasn't anything mystical or magic, he
simply had a dominating and intimidating air about him. He had to smile
as he tucked in his shirt, recalling the look on her face when she had
realized that she was flashing him. Jenne was apparently much too
composed to completely comply, although, Ed had found that if he was
playing on a hidden desire, he could often get it to come to the
surface. That was the moment that he'd known that she wanted him as much
as he wanted her. From there, it had become a battle of wills. A battle
he was rather enjoying, but one that he would not allow himself to lose.
He pulled on his jacket, his cock still aching for the velvet touch of
her pussy. He glanced at the bed, the sheets rumpled and he picked up
the envelope with his directions in it. They simply read .
NEXT SESSION - THIS EVENING at 7PM. MEET ME IN THE BAR OF THE SEAFOOD
RESTAURANT AT 1010 N. PHILBIN ST. DRESS IS COAT AND TIE. YOU'RE NOT TO
SPEAK TO ME UNTIL I SPEAK TO YOU. -JENNE
Ed smiled and folded the paper, tucking it into his pocket. He would
allow her the next session. He'd learned a great deal about this
beautiful and erotic blonde through their now frequent meetings in the
chatroom. Things that she may have never admitted to another lover.
Things that she wanted . but would never ask for. Things that he was
going to do . that would frighten and arouse her. So, he would allow her
the next session. But, after that, he was taking over control . and he
was quite sure it would be an experience she'd not soon forget.
CHAPTER 6 - "Dinner at 7? "
Jenne arrived at the restaurant bar and was pleased to see Ed sitting at
a table waiting patiently. He was dressed as he had been during the
afternoon and Jenne paused, watching him. The waitress was flirting
openly with him and Jenne shook her head as she watched. It's no wonder
he won't take direction, he seems to have that power over women, she
thought. Jenne was dressed in a very short black cocktail dress, with a
scooped neckline that alluringly highlighted her ample, pert breasts.
Beneath her dress, she wore neither stockings nor panties and she
self-consciously tugged at the short skirt and took a deep breath. The
2' spiked heels were surprisingly easy to walk in and she carefully
entered the bar, sashaying past Ed on her way to the bar.
Two men at the bar watched her approach and they parted, allowing her
to lean across the counter to order. Jenne smiled sweetly at them,
pressing her breasts together for them to enjoy as she ordered a drink.
"Excuse me, can I have a Contreau and Lemonade on the Rocks, please?"
She asked, sweeping the thick, curly wave of blonde from her face.
The bartender seemed stunned and Ed watched carefully, allowing himself
a long look at her shapely legs. She perched herself on the barstool
that one of the men offered her. One leg on the strut support the other
crossed over it, she could feel Ed's eyes burrowing into her back even
though it was turned away from him. She held the bartender's gaze for
awhile. Raising her drink to her lips, she began to survey the
situation. Mentally she was quivering after the earlier encounter with
Ed and she reminded herself that she would have to really steel herself
now.
She looked at the man to her right. She had known "Greg" for a long
time. As a male escort, he was exceptionally good at his job. As a man,
he was a fine specimen. The heavy build of his frame, the short sharp
dark hair and the beautiful brown eyes pulled her in every time they
worked together.
"Martin" was also perfect . but for different reasons. His blonde hair
cascaded over his shoulders and his blue eyes were capable of melting
most women with one glance. She had hired both of them before and knew
that they would go along with whatever she had instructed them to do .
no questions or arguments.
She turned and faced Ed. His gaze meet hers, she held it, their eyes
locked across the room. She uncrossed her legs allowing Ed to glimpse a
snatch of the naked flesh below her dress as she did so. She loved this
game, it always made her wet. Jenne loved the hunt, getting to the
bottom of a problem and curing it. The way she practiced therapy was not
only satisfying mentally, but also physically for all parties. She began
to sip her drink, shifting again, once more allowing him a glance. She
turned towards Greg and began to make small talk with him. Her hands
deliberately lingering over his chest, tracing the cotton in his shirt,
loving the feeling, knowing that Ed was watching her every movement.
Leaning forward, she planted a kiss on Greg's lips. He readily
reciprocated, his tongue swirling around her mouth, his hands skirting
over her breasts. She broke and repeated the kiss with Martin, again his
hands gravitated towards her breasts. She took an ice cube from her
glass and began to trail it around her lips, shuddering as the cold met
the warmth of their softness. The sensation was divine . the contrast
wonderful. Another flash of naked pussy and inner thigh. Greg took the
ice cube, placing it in his mouth, then kissing her, passing the cube
between them. Then to Martin, they repeated the action again and again
till the cube had disappeared. She broke and looked directly at Ed once
more, his eyes telling her all she wanted to know.
The waitress came over to inform them that their table was ready. As
directed, she then went over to Ed and requested that he join them.
Jenne watched as Ed walked toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. They
took their places at the table, Jenne sat opposite Ed with the other two
men on either side of her. Again the group made small talk, catching up
on old times, waiting for the meal to be served, deliberately excluding
Ed from the conversation. Jenne had taken the liberty of ordering for
all of them when she had booked. The restaurant knew her well. She ate
here at least once a week, sometimes more. More importantly, they always
"turned a blind eye" to anything she might be up to in the booth that
they were seated in. It was private, facing the back wall and the seat
backs were very high, maintaining complete privacy. No other customers
could oversee what may or may not occur here, but it was quiet tonight
anyway. The order came, the waitress flashed a look at Ed, obviously
wondering what a man like him was doing joining them. But like all the
staff, she knew better than to do more than wonder.
They began to eat. Jenne had ordered a medley of fish dishes . the type
that could be eaten without the aid of a fork. They began to tuck in,
everyone except Ed that was. He sat looking less than happy, almost
pouting at Jenne. She ignored him, instead turning to Greg and offering
him the prawn that she had just peeled. She watched as he began to
nibble at it. God, he oozed sex. Every pore in his body was horny and
she loved him for it. She left Ed alone for a while but then kicked off
her shoes. Her bare feet began to glide over to Ed's thighs, she watched
his face. He glanced downward, watching her toes progress as they neared
his groin. She could feel his hardened member, her toes caressing it
through his trousers. She leaned over the table and whispered to him.
" I want you to eat me for dinner, Ed. Under the table and eat me."
Ed sat transfixed, she watched him gulp as the words registered.
"You don't seem to care for the food I ordered so I thought you might be
hungry for something else after this afternoon!" She grinned wickedly.
Jenne turned and began to kiss first Greg, then Martin. She paused.
"Now, Ed." Her voice assuming the positive tone that was required.
He slipped from the chair and disappeared under the table. She probed
Greg's mouth with her tongue as she felt Ed's hands begin to part her
legs. He pulled her forward, hitching her skirt up over her thighs. His
tongue began to probe her and she sighed, as she placed her legs over
his broad shoulders. His tongue darted in and out of her, as the boys
who sat on either side of her began to play with her breasts. She
reveled in the attention that they were offering her . loving every
minute. Greg and Martin tugging at her dress, her breasts tumbling free,
and together they began to suckle, one breast each as Ed continued to
massage her sodden pussy. It was not long before she came, the release
immense, causing her to arch her back and thrust herself ever harder
onto Ed's now eager tongue.
She relaxed and placed her feet back firmly onto the ground. Reaching
down, she looked under the tablecloth. She smiled at the sight that
greeted her gaze.
"Thank you Ed." She said softly. She grasped his face and pulled him
upwards, toward her. She could smell her own musky scent on him as he
came nearer, his eyes eager. She kissed him, tasting her own juices as
she did so.
"Now Ed I suggest you eat something besides pussy." She commented
lovingly.
He looked at her, his eyes pleading once more, she knew he wanted more
but he would have to wait a while longer. He returned obediently to his
seat as Jenne unzipped Greg's trousers and released his cock. She licked
her lips as she relished the thought of what she was about to do to it
and with her head bent, her tongue swirled round it's top. She knew Ed
was watching her every move, wanting her still, but right now, she
wanted nothing more than to taste the delicious cock that her mouth had
begun to envelope. She broke and climbed onto her knees on the bench
seat, her arse in the air, her dress over her hips, her breasts swinging
freely. She began to make love to Greg's cock. Slowly encircling the
head, then taking the shaft deeper and deeper into the soft fleshy void
that was her mouth. She ran her tongue along it's length, feeling every
raised vein, every ridge. She loved the taste of cock but Greg's had
always been a favorite. She'd never been sure why, he just tasted so
damn good. She could suck and tease his cock for hours, never tiring of
the taste. Tonight was extra special, the audience that readily watched
her performance egging her on all the more. She glanced across the table
towards Ed as she swallowed Greg whole, taking the entire length inside
her void, swirling her tongue.
She had become so involved with what she was doing that she had almost
forgotten about Martin being there. That soon changed as she felt his
cock enter her moisture sodden pussy. Her lips parting readily as he
pushed himself deep inside her from behind, his hands gripping her hips.
She never once took her eyes off Ed now as both men took her . each in
their own way. Martin began to work his way in and out of her pussy
while she took Greg's cock and began to pump in unison with Martin's
actions. God, both cocks felt good inside her, each swollen to capacity
but the real turn on was Ed's face, his eyes never once leaving the
scene. Martin reached forward and gripped her breasts, squeezing her
nipples as he continued to take her. She felt Greg tensed and sensing
that he was near to coming she swallowed his entire member. It tickled
the back of her throat as she did so, she felt it spasm and she released
it quickly the action causing him to gasp as he erupted, his hot milky
spunk pulsing into her mouth as she rapidly swallowed it once more. She
felt Martin's cock begin to twitch then as well, the sight of Greg
spunking into her mouth tipping him over the edge. He buried his cock
deep and she felt her own muscles spasm around his cock as he began to
gush his own milky seed inside her pussy. She let go of Greg's cock and
began to lick it clean as Martin removed his cock from her sodden pussy
and slumped back onto the bench. Still she watched Ed's face, she could
see clearly that he wanted her, the fire that burned in his green-blue
eyes so apparent. Still he could wait. She was surprised that he hadn't
tried to touch her when the other guys had but she was pleased. Perhaps
he had learnt his lesson this afternoon. He had certainly exhibited more
compliance and restraint this evening than she had expected.
She finished licking Greg's member clean and returned to eat some more
of the nibbles that she had ordered. Looking across at Ed, she caressed
both the men sitting next to her, whispering her gratitude in their ear.
Greg rose and left the table. She left soon after leaving Martin to tell
Ed what his next instructions would be. She knew that he would be
desperate to have her now. She had kissed him gently before she had
left, almost feeling sorry for him, but, he would have to wait until
their next session.
CHAPTER 7 - "How was Dinner?"
Returning home in the taxi, she wondered what Ed would be thinking now.
Jenne was a little disquieted by the fact that he had seemingly just
accepted the situation and had not struggled or tried to resist in
anyway. Frankly, she wasn't sure what thoughts lay hidden behind his
eyes. Still, she thought perhaps that was a good sign.
She kicked off her shoes in the hallway and went through to the kitchen
to make a drink, as she clasped the glass in her hands she felt a hand
on her shoulder and froze.
"You like to tease don't you?" Ed's voice whispered.
The cup fell to the floor with a dull crack, as he roughly wrenched her
arms behind her back, her body crying out in pain as he pushed her
against the counter. He leaned against her, his erection thick and full
as he rubbed his crotch against her shapely bottom.
"Ed, please. You're hurting me." Jenne said quietly, her voice shaking
with fear.
Ed released one arm and Jenne propped her body up with it, trying to
twist her torso to relieve the pain in her other shoulder. Ed slid his
hand to her bottom, lifting her skirt to expose the white skin of her
lovely ass. He caressed the soft flesh, running his hand between her
cheeks. Jenne was on her toes and she gasped as he touched her tender
pussy, her body reacting with his touch. She was excited, but afraid.
This was a fantasy of hers . one that she'd never admitted and she was
becoming more and more aroused. Only the fear of the unknown kept her
from completely enjoying it.
Ed smiled an evil grin. "I don't want to hurt you." He said. "I'm
actually here to do some therapy on you."
Jenne was confused, what the hell did he mean? Therapy? Him offer her
therapy. How? Why? So many questions running through her mind. She knew
that he wanted her, but she had not expected this. Not like this. She
twisted, trying to escape his grip, opening her legs inadvertently. Ed
took advantage and reached between her legs to find her pussy hot and
wet. His suspicion was confirmed . Jenne was enjoying this.
"You see my dear, that guy that you've been baring your soul to over the
past few weeks on the internet?" He asked. "I think it's time you met .
don't you?"
Ed's tone was more controlled and less menacing. Oh my God. it was Ed!
Jenne was still frightened. The fear, mixed with this startling
realization, was almost too much for her to comprehend. What had she
told him? Her mind jolted back to the Internet sessions that had
enraptured her at the time. But now . with this new knowledge, they
frightened her. Oh my God, what's he going to do to me? She thought
wildly.
The answer came quickly enough as the sound of his zipper pierced the
silence of the room. He managed to keep hold of her arm as he dropped
his pants to his knees. Jenne moaned, the realization of what was
happening crystallizing in her mind. Ed's cock rubbed against her ass,
the pink folds of her slit peeking from between her legs. He released
her arm and with one motion, he lifted her hips, plunging his willing
member inside her wanting pussy.
Ohhhhhhhhhh! She squealed deliciously.
The man that she'd wanted for so long was finally fucking her, filling
her damp, sodden pussy fully and completely with a passion that was on
the verge of being brutally sexual. Ed pumped away, the sensation of her
cunt tight and velvet smooth as she gripped his thick erection. He held
her hips and thrust his dick inside over and over, her cries turning to
moans of delight, her hips grinding and moving in conjunction with his
erotic torture. She came almost immediately, the girth of Ed's cock
pressing directly on the hardened pearl of her clit. She shook and
rocked with his motion and her hair flew into her face as he continued
to fuck her.
Suddenly, he paused and with a masculine growl, he burst his load
inside her pink and swollen pussy. She immediately came a second time as
she felt his dick lurch, the spurts of his semen filling her womanly
hole. Ed pulled out all at once and Jenne thrust her hips backward, not
wanting to let him go, then gasped, as he spread her ass cheeks,
positioning his cock against the tender ring of her ass. He grabbed his
cock and jerked himself off, spreading a smear of white, sticky cum at
the entrance to her forbidden opening. Then, with his cock still hard,
he firmly pushed into her asshole.
"Oh My God!" She whispered breathlessly as she desperately tried to
relax her ass.
Her whole being tingled incredibly . from the sensations that he was
causing, as well as the disbelief of what he was doing. Part of her
resisted, but the other part welcomed the intrusion . wanting him still.
The warm semen helped lubricate his member and she moaned with pleasure
as he began to thrust inside her more earnestly. Ed was overwhelmed by
the tight erotic sensation, and his excitement grew, keeping him
rock-hard. Jenne was sprawled over the counter, her skirt bunched around
her waist gripping the edge of the smooth surface as he plunged deeper
and deeper into her. Ed admired the taut muscles of her legs as she
stood on her toes, her ass thrust upward to allow him access. Tiring, he
gripped her hips more firmly and began to pound his tired cock into her.
She sensed the urgency in his actions, pushing him deeper into her now
and for a last time, her orgasm grew, building until with a mighty
thrust, she came again, her body rocking with release.
Ed lay forward, draping his body over hers as his tired cock slipped
from her asshole.
"Oh, God. Ohhhh Fuck." She breathlessly muttered. "It was you?" She
whispered.
Ed stood and roughly turned her, her skirt still bunched around her
waist. He pulled her against him, kissing here deeply and firmly. She
eagerly accepted him, her tongue playfully meeting his, their passion
and desire dictating their actions. He slowly drew his lips from hers
and stooped to pull up his trousers. Straightening up, he looked at her,
his affection for this beautiful blonde unmistakable.
"Yes, it was me." He agreed. "And now, YOUR therapy begins."
Jenne laughed nervously. "What does that mean?" She didn't want to
consider what that comment could mean.
"You have some fantasies that need to be fulfilled." He explained.
Jenne seemed uneasy. "Those weren't real. That was just talk . you know,
internet chatter."
"Just be ready." He continued, straightening his clothing and heading
for the door. "It could be any moment now. I'm not finished with you
yet. And you're going to live those fantasies . whether you agree or
not."
CHAPTER 8 - " The Waiting Game "
Jenne stood in the shower contemplating his parting words. What the hell
had he meant? " Any moment now?", "I'm not finished with you yet?" The
words sent a shiver up her spine as she thought about them.
How could she have been so stupid? A sense of self-loathing now
encompassing her. The real problem was not Ed's, but hers she realized,
as she stood letting the water cascade over her naked form. The thought
of Ed inside her kept reappearing in her mind. The fact that she had
revealed things to him online, when she had thought he was no threat now
hit her. She was a Therapist. She should have known better than to have
done that. Then again, she spent all day listening to other people's
fears, wants, needs and fantasies, who ever listened to hers? He had
seemed to understand her online, perhaps he understood her better than
she thought, remembering the events that had occurred in her own kitchen
not 30 minutes before. She had wanted him as much as he had wanted her,
she had responded to his actions . not fighting him. That had surprised
her. She should have fought, but deep down she had known all along that
he would never hurt her. She had no real idea why she felt that, but
instinctively she did. She had wanted him to take her. The fear had
added to the passion . not detracted from it.
It had been OK to tease Ed when she thought she was in control. So why
was the revelation that she had never really been in control of the
situation make her so angry? The emotions seesawed back and forth inside
her head all night, his parting words still ringing in her ears .
reverberating around her brain, turning her emotions inside out.
She managed to grab a few hours of restless sleep before she returned to
her office to prepare for her next client. She had been tempted to
return to the chat room that morning but had denied the instinct. She
had no wish to talk to Ed at this time. The fact that she had no idea
what he had planned for her made the thought exciting but frightening.
The day continued as normal, the usual array of problems, dysfunctional
couples and lonely males walked through the door of the office. Each
time the door opened, she half expected to see Ed standing there, ready
to take her once more. She spent the next couple of days jumping at
every small noise or unusual occurrence that may occur. She had no
choice but to pick up her e-mail, but beyond that, she avoided the
computer and the Internet as much as she could.
A week passed and then another she began to relax. Perhaps he had
forgotten her, perhaps he felt that he had achieved what he set out to
do. Another week and everything was still normal. Had it not been for
the memory of his member slamming into her every time she looked at the
kitchen counter, she would have all but forgotten him.
Each week that passed, helped her forget Ed. She slowly became more
confident . no longer hiding from the usual places that she haunted, no
longer looking over her shoulder each time she heard a strange noise.
Even the feeling of deja vu each time she entered her own kitchen slowly
dimmed. Oh, she still dreamt about Ed, reliving every image in her mind,
but she was now sure that his words had been mere bravado on his part.
She returned to the restaurant that she had been so careful to avoid the
few weeks after the events. She sat, eating her meal in peace, her mind
wandering, remembering the events that had taken place all those months
ago. She smiled at the thought as she ate the delicious meal. She left
after paying her regards to the chef and leaving a generous tip.
Stepping into the cool night air, she couldn't help but feel some deja
vu. She remembered the smug feeling that she'd carried that night, her
misguided impression that she was playing Ed bubbling to the surface.
She turned the corner, heading down the quiet street to the tube
station. Jenne glanced down at her watch, mentally calculating how long
it would take her to get home.
"Heeyyy, Blondie!!! Wanna' go to a party?!"
Jenne jumped, startled by the voice. The car whisked by, the teen
hanging halfway out of the passenger window. Jenne ignored him, a twinge
of fear shooting through her. She recovered quickly. "Just a silly
teen." She thought. She absently watched as the car continued down the
street disappearing harmlessly.
Up ahead, just past a couple of parked cars, was the tube. She'd soon
be off the street and safely on her way home. As she often did when
nervous, Jenne quietly began to talk to herself.
"Just a silly bunch of boys playing." She smiled nervously. "Another
hundred yards and I'm on my way home."
Jenne approached the entrance to the tube, and she looked down at her
purse, unsnapping the lid and fishing inside for her money. "See, Jenne.
You're almost there .. Absolutely nothing to worry abouu."
Jenne's eye's opened wide and she tried to scream as a hand roughly
clapped over her mouth from behind. She was being grabbed and pulled
backward, and she lost her balance as her attacker roughly jerked her
toward the curb. Stumbling, Jenne realized that he had something on his
glove and she became lightheaded as she breathed it. She tried to fight,
her senses on alert and she realized she only had a moment or he would
have her. She panicked, and her limbs began to get heavy. Her attacker
was pulling her toward a waiting car, the trunk gaping open. Jenne was
terrified, the incredible realization that she was being kidnapped
flashing through her mind. Her head began to cloud and she was barely
aware of what was happening as the man laid her in the trunk, neatly
tucking her legs inside. The last recollection Jenne had before passing
out, was the sound of the trunk clicking shut as she was sealed inside.
CHAPTER 9- "Who's in Charge Now?"
The next thing Jenne was aware of was a nagging soreness in her
shoulders and wrists. She awoke to realize that she was gagged and bound
in a standing position. As she blinked awake, she straightened up and
her shoulders screamed with relief as she realized that the pain was due
to her body's weight pulling on her restraints. She was still fully
clothed, her skirt and blouse rumpled, but intact. Her shoes were gone,
and she stood in her stocking feet, her ankles loosely bound. She was
able to stand with her legs under her, around shoulder-width apart. She
straightened up, feeling terribly vulnerable as she realized she
couldn't completely close her legs. Her mind raced. Was this Ed again?
Oh, dear God, she wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. What
would he do to her?! She looked around the room.
It was a fairly normal living room, save the elaborate device bolted to
the walls and ceiling that held her restraints. She was directly in the
center of the room and a couch, loveseat, coffee table and other
miscellaneous furniture bordered the room, as if pushed hurriedly to the
wall to make room for her. There was a window and her heart sank as she
surveyed the landscape outside. It was heavily wooded and the small
structure appeared to be a cabin of some sort. The sun was peeking up
over the horizon and she spied a small clock on the wall. It was 6:15AM.
And since the window was wide open, whoever her captor was, he wasn't
concerned about being discovered. Who? What was the plan? What would
happen to her? The questions raced wildly through her brain.
"Good Morning. Up so soon?" Ed said, entering the room.
Jenne was furious and she struggled against her restraints as she shot
him a look of disgust and anger. Ed stepped closer, his body close
enough to touch her. Jenne struggled, her fear replaced by fury, trying
to strike him, her cries were muffled by her gag. Ed calmly raised his
hand, as if to slap her. Jenne froze, the realization that she was in no
position to complain jerking her back to reality.
Ed smiled. "Thank you for behaving. I don't wish to strike you . unless
you'd like it, of course."
He touched her cheek gently and she closed her eyes, welcoming his touch
and loathing the position she was in at the same time. She knew she was
in for it now. She remembered the internet conversation clearly now for
the first time. She'd told him that she'd always had a fantasy of being
kidnapped, used, toyed with. It was true, but it was also the type of
thing that you never believe will ever happen. The prospects of what was
in store was terrifying . and frighteningly exciting.
"Let me explain a few things . just for your information. First, you are
in the middle of nowhere. So, feel free to scream, yell or anything else
that you wish. It will do absolutely no good." Ed paused for effect
before continuing. "Second, the vehicle that brought us here has been
disabled, the missing parts hidden. So, unless you can fashion a
distributor and spark plugs from the items in your purse, you're here
until I release you."
Jenne stared, her throat dry and thirsty against her gag. Ed was clad
in a tight black T-shirt that shone off his tightly muscled chest. His
pants were looser, but also black. He wore black shoes and Jenne closed
her eyes, remembering how much she wanted him. Her body was alive with
desire and her mind wandered as she again remembered the sensation of
his thick, erect cock invading her asshole.
"Lastly, I've been planning this for a very long time." He smiled. "As
my therapist, I think you'd be proud of how I've deprived myself for so
long!" He giggled at the irony of the comment. "At any rate, you are
completely under my control. And, you will be my slave and do whatever I
desire . or you will pay the consequences. Do you understand me?"
Jenne nodded nervously.
Ed caressed her cheek again. "Shall we begin?"
Jenne looked at him,.She could hardly take in all that occurred since
last night, let alone contemplate what Ed might have planned for her
now. Perhaps if she hadn't teased him so much. Perhaps she should have
just taken him that first time they had met? God, she'd wanted to. The
fear added to her confusion, half of her wanting him to touch her, the
other half dreading his actions. She looked into those eyes once more,
pleading that he be gentle with her. The memories of those on-line chats
were so clear now as she looked at him. How the hell had she gotten into
this? She felt so bloody helpless, she knew that he had meant what he
had said.
She remembered all those sessions on the net, her fear increasing as she
did so. She began to sob uncontollabley the tears rolling down her
cheeks and dropping onto the floor. She watched as they fell one by one
hardly able to comprehend the fact that they were her own.
Ed moved closer now, she smelt the familiar, welcome scent of his
aftershave. It was strong and powerful, but desirable . just like the
man that stood before her. She knew that she would never be able to
resist him now . even if she hadn't been tied. She made the decision
there and then she would comply with his instructions. She realized with
a heavy heart that she had little choice now anyway. The wetness of her
panties betrayed the fact that even though she was scared, she was also
incredibly turned on by the situation. Jenne felt his hand on her face,
gently wiping away her tears.
"I won't hurt you lovely, I just want to make your fantasies come true."
He paused for a second then added, " but I need you to help me achieve
that don't I. You remember all those things we did in that chat room,
don't you? "
Jenne nodded. She remembered almost every word that had been spoken. He
wouldn't. he couldn't. could he? She remembered then that he was in
someway connected to the porn industry. Shit, how the hell could she
have been so stupid? He was using her. So many questions. The thought
snapped her mood from melancholy to one of defiance. She was damned if
she was going to be a pawn in his game. She held her head high now,
staring him out.
"Enough!! Time we started in earnest." His voice carrying authority now.
The gentleness it had contained only a couple of minutes before was
gone. He was playing the role that they had playfully discussed so often
in that chat room. The tone, frightened her, but at the same time, the
wetness of her panties betrayed her fascinated arousal.
His hands moved forward and she gasped as he tore the blouse and bra
from her body exposing her naked breasts. He tossed them aside, her eyes
large with fear. She could see the torn lace of her bra and blouse on
the floor and her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily. She was
surprised and impressed by his strength. He had torn them completely off
her body, reducing them to tattered bits of cloth. She held her breath
as he again reached out to touch her. Ed smiled at her, as his hands
traced a ring around the delicious, pink areola of the nipples that now
stood at his attention.
He walked over to a small box that was on the coffee table, opening it.
He looked back at her and smiled that boyish smile that she had until
now, loved so much. Her eyes watched his every move, trying to ascertain
what he was holding in his hands as he approached her. She focused on
the object and realized at the last moment, what it was. A small chain
dangled from the small clamps attached on each end. She had seen them on
Internet sites and knew only too well what they were for.
Ed smiled as he placed first one clamp onto her tender swollen nipple,
the pain stinging and wonderful. Jenne gasped as they bit into the
tender skin, first one nipple, then the other. The cold metal of the
chain provided the perfect contrast to the sensation of heat they
produced within her now, and the pain manifested itself in the warmth of
her pussy, her panties drenched with her dripping juices. The feelings
grew as Ed began to tighten the clamps, the sensations overwhelming. She
had never been so aroused before. He paused, seemingly admiring his
role, definitely enjoying it. The wetness in Jenne's panties increasing
with every turn of the screw and she moaned. Agony and ecstasy all
rolled into one action now. Ed removed the gag and Jenne gasped,
relieved to be free of the contraption. She wanted Ed now with a passion
that she had never felt before. Her nipples burned hotter than fire.
Ed reached behind her and came out with fluted glass of sparkling,
raspberry colored liquid. Jenne sipped slowly as he held it to her lips.
She welcomed the fruity concoction and she sipped hungrily, her thirst
awakened.
"Champagne and Chambord liqueur." He commented without being asked.
"Delicious in the morning . some more?"
Jenne nodded, not knowing whether to speak aloud. Her nipples were still
on fire, but the pain seemed to reverberate through her body,
electrifying each sensation. He held up the glass, allowing her another
sip, before setting the glass down in front of her. He turned his
attention back to her breasts, removing the clamps turn by turn now.
Jenne sighed as he relieved the dull aching pain that was causing her so
much ecstasy.
Laying the clips down next to her glass, Ed cupped her breasts
lovingly, rubbing his thumbs over her soft skin, feeling the erotic
weight of the perky mounds. Jenne licked her lips and as if to respond,
Ed again bought her glass to her lips. She sipped obediently, and a drop
escaped her, lingering on her cheek before she snared it with her
tongue.
Ed grinned, and again held the glass, tipping it toward her. Jenne
looked surprised as she sipped then gulped to keep up, some of the
raspberry flavored liquid dripping sloppily to her chin. Ed dipped his
lips toward her, nibbling and tasting the mixture on her skin. He looked
at her wickedly and without a word, he brought the glass to her lips,
his stare direct and intense. Jenne seemed to understand and he tipped
the glass for her. She took a gulp and without looking away, allowed the
rest of the glass to trickle over her cheeks. She smiled knowingly as
the cool drops ran from her face to her chest and neck, small rivulets
of berry running over the slope of her beautiful tits. She closed her
eyes slightly, absorbing the erotic fingers of cool liquid as it trailed
over her tits, some of it running to her soft, white tummy.
Ed looked pleased and he holding the glass, she repeated the action as
he emptied the contents. Jenne's passion was high and she swooned at the
touch of his mouth on her neck. He again kissed and nibbled her body,
and she leaned into him, welcoming the warm caresses of his tongue.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and a soft cry of
surprise and pleasure escaped her lips as he engulfed her breasts,
sucking hungrily. The loving nature of his mouth was a complete surprise
next to the sweet pain of the chain and clips and she moaned, her cry of
pleasure egging him on. He twirled her tender nipples, rolling them with
his tongue, sucking them, teasing the tips, his intensity building.
Ed's hands moved to her waist and with all of his strength, he grasped
her skirt, ripping the waist along the seams of the fabric. Jenne gasped
slightly, wanting to continue enjoying his mouth on her tits. He
released her breast, a wild look in his eye, and he re-set his grip, the
shrill tearing sound of the fabric filled the room. Finally, the skirt
gave way completely and the torn material soon found itself in a heap
next to her blouse and bra. Ed continued his assault on her body,
licking the liquid from the underside of her breasts, a sensation she'd
never encountered before. She pulled at her restraints as he followed a
few small drops over her stomach toward her panties.
Ed kissed her stomach, almost unable to continue, his desire for her
almost uncontrollable. She wore sheer, tiny panties and he could see the
soft imprint of her pubic hair beneath the smooth cotton. He dropped to
his knees and kissed her pubic mound through her panties as she groaned
with pleasure. He could smell the unmistakable scent of her seeping cunt
and he nibbled around the elastic of her panties as he peeled them down
slowly.
"Ohhhh, God!" Jenne cried.
Ed's smile was large as he surveyed the wonderful beauty before him.
Then, as her panties popped free of her shapely bottom, he took them in
each hand, tearing them apart in order to remove them from her body. Ed
again kissed her pubic mound, ignoring her pleas to release her. He
could see the glistening strands of her pubic hair and he slowly lapped
at her sex, feeling her body respond as he did.
"Ohhhhhh, Fuck, Yessssssss." She muttered.
Ed dug his tongue between her legs, eating her tender, pink pussy as she
writhed with pleasure. He wasn't sure how many times she came, but he
was sure that regardless, she was less than satisfied. He stood before
her and slipped his fingers into her steaming pussy, eliciting another
cry of pleasure. She was so wet, he could easily slide two fingers
inside her and he removed them, smearing her sex over her breasts. Then,
as he again sucked them eagerly, he again plunged his fingers inside her
wanting pussy.
He stood before her, looking deeply into her steel blue eyes. She was
his fantasy . and he was going to make her his. All those conversations,
all the chats, all the dreaming and fantasizing were coming down to
this. He ran his dripping fingers over her lips, smearing her pussy
juices over her soft skin. She opened her mouth, sucking his fingers,
overwhelmed by the taste of her own sex. And then, he was kissing her
firmly. His taste mingling with hers, her naked body in his arms. Ed
stepped back, looking at the incredible naked beauty before him.
Jenne swooned, straining toward him. What now? God she just wanted him
to take her as he had done in the kitchen all those months before. She
looked into his eyes pleading once more . but this time pleading for
him. The look on his face told her that this was not to be yet. He
placed the clamps back into the box from which he had taken them. He
stood watching her face, before retreating slightly to the edge of the
room. He adjusted the small object and Jenne stood beautifully, her
breasts pouting and erect. She cut an intoxicating figure, the sleek
sway of her hips and waist lovely and smooth. Her legs were spread
slightly and her golden blonde pubic hair was delicately trimmed, the
matted strands between her legs wet and dripping. Jenne squinted
slightly, trying to decipher what Ed was playing with. Her heart dropped
as she finally realized what was happening.
"Oh, my God." She said aloud. "It's a camera."
CHAPTER 10 - "You ought to be in pictures."
"Very Good!" Ed congratulated her. "No sound though. It's hooked to a PC
and it sends out a RealTime video to the Internet that's incredibly
clear. You see, we have quite an audience."
Jenne was stunned. She had told him that she liked to be watched . the
question was . who was watching?
"You know all our friends in the chat room?" Ed continued. "They all
missed you when you stopped coming. So, they've all been invited to
watch . along with thousands and thousands of others I hope they enjoy
the show."
Jenne couldn't believe what he was saying, she shook her head.
"You BASTARD." She spat at him.
"Now, now, my dear, you expected me to watch while you had your fun in
the restaurant. You are such a beautiful creature, I thought it only
fair to share you with the rest of the world." The huge smile that
spread across his face as he spoke disarmed her. "You're going to give
our friends a good show aren't you? I'd hate for you to have to be
punished."
The words hit her like a brick. Punishment? This wasn't punishment?
Being trussed up like a chicken and degraded in front of a live
audience? How many people would be watching this? The thought was
frightening. If that wasn't punishment enough she dared not think what
his idea of punishment was. He returned to her once more after placing
the camera on the coffee table. Was this the only camera in the room?
Somehow, she doubted it.
All thoughts of animosity left her as he leant and once more began to
suckle her breasts. Her swollen, tender nipple jumped to attention as he
caressed it with his tongue, rolling each delicate bud between his lips
as his hands began to wander over her body.
Stepping back he removed his T-shirt, his chest glistening with sweat .
just as it had done as she had teased him so many weeks before. She
admired the view, never once taking her eyes from his body as he slowly
revealed it to her. He seductively peeled off each article of clothing .
enjoying her attention and obvious admiration. Now his trousers, as he
removed them, his thick, strong cock sprung forth, erect and definitely
ready for action. God, she wanted him with a passion now, she needed to
feel him inside her as before. Moving closer now . teasing her once more
. he placed the firm, hard tool in his hand and began to rub it over her
stomach. His lips met hers. Hungrily, she devoured his tongue, all
thoughts of the camera forgotten now, her only concern was her need for
him. The viscous liquid that his cock produced smeared across her
stomach. His lips moved over her body, her senses responding to every
kiss. Jenne was desperate now, rising to meet every nip . every caress.
He bent and licked his own juice from her stomach, raising his head now,
offering her his lips once more. The aroma and taste of his cock was
wonderful, as refreshing to her taste buds as the champagne had been.
Her senses were swirling, whipped into a frenzy of lust by his actions.
There was nothing that she would not do for this man now, she had to
have him, all thoughts of anything else were gone.
He stepped back from her once more. She lunged forward not wanting him
to leave her now, the restraints holding her, the agony of not being
able to have him almost unbearable. Her eyes pleaded with him once more
. then the words escaped her lips . hardly audible.
"Please, please just take me." She begged.
His voice was controlled once more. "Louder Jenne."
"PLEASE, PLEASE JUST FUCK ME, ED ." She shouted the words now, so
desperate was her need for him to touch her.
"That's better my dear, now you are getting the idea." Ed smiled. He had
won . at least for the time being. And now, he was going to enjoy the
prize.
He turned away and circled behind her out of view. Jenne struggled once
more trying to free herself from the confines of the bonds that he had
placed her in. She was out of her mind with desire and her pussy ached
with want. He stood behind her, his body lightly brushing against her.
She leaned back, his cock erect and smooth against her perfectly shaped
ass. He hid behind her, lovingly running his hands over her shoulders,
tracing her curves as he caressed her skin. He rubbed his palms over her
body, past the swell of her breasts, over the curve of her waist to her
full, intoxicating hips. She craved his touch and she finally broke,
giving herself over to him completely. Ed caressed the cool, firm flesh
of her bottom, stroking her profile, down her thighs to her calves. Ed
reached around her waist, drawing her closer, cupping her breasts. Jenne
sighed and sunk into his embrace.
"Look into the camera, darling." He whispered.
Jenne looked at the camera before her. She was a vision of loveliness.
Her body was electric with desire, smooth, firm and completely naked.
Her expression was equally lovely . a combination of lust, frustration
and compliance and she stared at the camera projecting the erotic sense
of a defeated woman. She was Ed's, and she didn't care anymore who was
watching . or who knew it.
Ed traced the line of her hips again, caressing her calves. With a
quick flick of his wrist, he released the restraints around her ankles.
Jenne stood quietly, relieved, hoping she would finally be allowed to
move. Ed kissed her legs, nibbling his way to her curvaceous bottom and
she smiled as he paused there, her arms still contained in an erotic "T"
shape. He continued up her body, honoring her beauty, nibbling the back
of her neck. She felt a chill of pleasure, and suddenly, her right arm
was free. He slowly lowered it to her side, easing the dull ache she
felt from her long period of bondage. She obediently stood still, while
her released her other arm, massaging her shoulders as the prickly
sensations in her shoulders faded.
Jenne stood still as he again wrapped his arms around her, cupping her
breasts, tweaking her nipples. She absently felt her sex dripping from
between her legs, the insides of her thighs glistening with moisture,
her pussy-lips swollen and open. Ed put his strong hands on her
shoulders and turned her to face him. His eyes spoke volumes and he drew
her toward him, as he leaned into her to kiss her. Jenne felt his body
envelope her and as he pulled her into him, she instinctively raised one
leg, pressing her wet pussy against his erection, smearing him with her
warmth. He took her cue and reached down, hooking his palm behind her
knee, lifting her. Jenne raised her other leg, stepping into his grasp,
tightly wrapping her legs around his waist. She was amazed with the ease
he displayed as he lifted her, and she held him around the neck looking
into his eyes.
"I'm yours." She whispered with a smile. "Take me."
Ed smiled broadly and he kissed her again. She could feel his forearms
pulse with strength, his shoulders rippling with power, as he raised her
higher. Jenne's legs were spread wide and she gasped as he slid her
exposed pussy over the tip of his enflamed cock. His dick was wet with
her juice and she moaned as he teased her clit. Finally, he positioned
her carefully and he kissed her softly on the lips as he slowly lowered
her onto his throbbing member. Jenne's eyes teared slightly, overwhelmed
with her passion for this man as the soft, wet folds of her cunt parted,
allowing his thickness to enter her. He lowered her onto his cock,
filling her, watching her body twitch with the sensations. She
shuddered, her body's reactions rolling through her, her face red with
the feeling. He slowly began to raise and lower her, fucking her with
his erect pole, pressing it against the pearl of her clit with his penis
until she was rocked with the most intense orgasm she could remember.
She hadn't recovered yet and he began to move toward the side room,
still firmly inside her sweetness. He lifted her off of him, admiring
the slick wetness that covered his cock, overcome with the beauty of her
pussy and the way it yawned open as he slipped out of her.
Jenne lay back on the bed inside the room, and Ed disappeared
momentarily. Jenne had been correct, another camera sat across the room
and he returned quickly, his member bobbing with anticipation as he
moved. She could only assume that he'd changed the focus of the cameras.
At this point, all she cared about was him.
"Mustn't forget your audience." He smiled, positioning the second camera
toward her for the best view.
He kneeled between her knees, raising her ankles to his shoulders.
Then, with one motion, he calmly drove the full length of his manhood
inside her still sopping hole.
"OOOoooooooooooo.." She squealed, his actions finally beginning to
satiate her desire.
The next few minutes defied description as he pounded away at Jenne's
sweetness. The image and scene was surreal as she clawed at him, his
cock stroking in and out, over and over. Her body pulsed . orgasms
overlapping each other, her pussy and clit throbbing with delicious
pleasure, her cunt hungry and satiated all at once. Her body quaked with
orgasm and he admired her, pulling out, turning her onto her side,
straddling her lower leg, one knee on each side of it. He scissored her
top leg forward, spreading her legs, exposing her pink and red pussy
again. He grasped her delicate bottom, spreading the cheeks, opening her
ass, enjoying the way her pussy yawned open in tandem. Her asshole in
sight, he gently pressed his slick, wet cock inside, feeling her relax
to accept him, the tight, smoothness squeezing his aching member. He
pushed deep inside, Jenne's groan of pain/pleasure urging him on. He
fucked her wonderful ass for as long as he could before pausing . one
last time.
He pulled out, the thick dark ring of her asshole was slick with her
juice and he shifted his hips slightly. He drove forward, his stamina
almost gone and filled her aching pussy again. Jenne screamed in
response, her body arching with pleasure, her nipples hard, her body and
temples wet with perspiration. Ed was fucking her deeply, his cock
entering her so fully that he could feel her pelvic bone against his
mound of pubic hair each time he slammed inside her. He reached for her,
grasping her tit in his hand and squeezed lovingly as his body tensed,
preparing for his final release. Jenne played with her other breast,
twisting her nipple cruelly, watching him, her body on fire as she
readied for his ejaculation. She was entranced with his sweat covered
body, and she smiled as he grimaced, his head lolling back. Ed slowed,
his actions becoming more deliberate, driving forward finally, the last
of his strength almost gone.
"Jenne, ohhhhhhhh." He called out, his cock erupting.
Jenne's body reacted, her face glued to his, the thick spurt of his cum
splashing hotly inside her. She could feel him twitch and cum with each
stroke and her affection for him grew with each second as he filled her
with his seed. Her body reacted, another orgasm following his as he
slowly continued to fuck her. Jenne could feel his sperm dripping from
her opening and he slipped out of her, exhausted, slumping onto her
beauty. She held his tired body, raining kisses onto his face and lips,
pulling him closer, her legs spread, his seed dripping from her sore and
soaked pussy. They lay together, entwined in each other's arms, their
bodies wet with sweat and the mingling of their juices. Ed looked at
this incredible woman and softly bussed her lips . unsure what would
happen next.
CHAPTER 11 - "The Aftermath"
Jenne awoke sometime later. She really had no idea as to how long she
had slept, and she blinked as the light hit her eyes, trying to focus.
She looked round, her eyes searching for Ed as she remembered the events
that had taken place before she had drifted into her exhausted sleep. As
if by magic, he returned to her side, kissing her gently, offering her a
warm drink. He was still naked and she was overwhelmed with the beauty
of his masculinity. As she looked into his eyes, she was sure that she
detected some remorse for what he had put her through over the past
twenty four hours. But, to Jenne, it really didn't matter anymore, she
just wanted him to hold her and never let her go.
She sat up and gratefully sipped the drink that he had offered her. Her
body ached still from the restraints, and her nipples and pussy were
sore. Jenne smiled as she remembered the events of the last few weeks
and months. She looked at Ed, reveling in the affection that his eyes
communicated. All feelings of hatred or loathing for the man that sat
beside her, were gone. They had played the game, neither knowing how or
when the other would react. Each one stubbornly refusing to give in, the
thought of "losing" never an option. Nevertheless, it had been a game
that they had both learned from . both of them gaining something. The
experiences they'd shared, intense and erotic beyond belief. But the
most precious prize seemed to be that they'd discovered each other. Ed
slipped onto the bed behind her, wrapping his arms lovingly around her
shoulders. What now? Jenne wondered, her body melding into his, his
hands cupping her bare breasts as he held her. Now the game was over .
what would happen next? They were equals in so many ways, neither had
really achieved the upper hand. Perhaps neither hadn't really wanted to
"win". To show the other that they were equal, that they were up to the
challenge. Perhaps that was truly the objective. Ed kissed her neck,
nibbling the softness. Jenne felt a chill of pleasure, and a familiar
warmth again began to grow between her legs.
The questions were plentiful, and Jenne sighed. They were questions that
only time would answer.
THE END ?