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I opened the front door to greet him, J. His hair slightly damp from the rain, and that confident smile and glint in his eyes is the only hint he’s more than that. So full of self control. I embrace him and usher him inside into the warmth. He takes off his coat and I hang it up on the coat rack. He’s wearing navy chinos and a loose fitting white shirt, the top button undone. Casually smart. He has a tidy dark beard framing his face. When he places his hand on my lower back and gently directs me to my kitchen I feel a calm wash over me.
My boyfriend steps forward to shake his hand, smiling and chattering away as he gets three glasses for the wine J brought. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen J, and the first time he’s met Matthew. Matthew is at ease in our home and walks us into the lounge to settle on the sofa. He sits with his arms around my shoulders, whilst J sits opposite, one leg crossed over the other but flat so that his hips are open. He’s loud and controlling of the conversation, careful to ask questions, respond and listen to both of us. My brain feels foggy as I try to process that J is in my house, sleeping in my guest bedroom tonight. He’s off to a conference and needed a place to crash. He’s dropping me off at a friend’s along the way. I keep drifting off into my imagination and the conversation continues easily without me.
I ask Matthew to top up my glass, he gently kisses my forehead before offering to do the same for J, who thanks him and offers up his empty glass. As Matthew walks out into the hallway towards the kitchen, J beckons me over. “Take your knickers off and stuff them inside you, quickly now.” With a quick glance at the door I hike my dress up, pull my knickers over my ankles and use two fingers to fill my pussy with the warm red lace I was wearing moments ago – it’s already got a damp patch in the crotch just being in his presence. I struggle to get them all in, but hearing Matthew leave the kitchen I pull my dress back down and settle into my seat. With my legs crossed I can feel the fabric outside of me, pressing against my lips. J had picked my outfit for tonight, a loose knee length dress that hung off my shoulders. He must have been thinking about making me do this. I squirmed at the pleasing thought he’d been thinking about me.
When Matthew reached across me to place his second empty glass on the side table, J made eye contact with me, with THAT piercing gaze. I knew I was being dismissed. I patted Matthews arm and told him I was off to bed, kissed bayrampaşa escort him on the lips and beckoned good night to J. As I walked up the stairs I heard them talking and laughing and felt a nervous twinge in my stomach. I went into the bathroom to clean my teeth and wash my face.
In the bedroom, I pulled out my long old tattered nightie from the top draw. From the bottom I pulled out my red lace body suit. It wrapped around my body, with a deep V on the chest and thong back. I lifted the dress off over my head, and pulled my little black bralette off too and let my breasts hang free. I gently cupped them to feel their weight. Just once, I stroked my large nipples and they tingled nicely. I felt a warm surge between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, I could still feel my knickers poking out of me. I stepped into the red lace and tightened it round my waist, then pulled the tattered nightie on over the top. I got under the duvet and waited.
Below I could hear laughter. Then doors opening and closing. A set of footsteps up the stairs. The bathroom door opening and closing. Minutes later Matthew pushes open the bedroom door and I close my eyes, breathing deeply and softly, as if asleep. He gets into bed and shuffles up behind me, I turn over, gently rolling him on to his side and place my arm over him. I know he drank the rest of the wine and I can smell whisky on his breath. It won’t be long before he’s asleep. I listen out for signs of J.
As Matthews breathing deepens, I hear a soft set of footsteps coming up the stairs, into the bathroom. As the door closes, I know Matthew is asleep. I gently pull off the covers, and slide out of bed. I slowly open the door and close it behind me. I can hear the tap running in the bathroom. I smile to myself and slip into the guest bedroom, the door slightly propped open. The lights are off, I know there is a lighter near by and feel for it, picking up the heavy glass candle, I light it and the room fills with a soft warm glow. I place it back down, and it gently knocks on the wooden surface.
I pull the nightie over my head and lay it to the side. In my red lace body suit I kneel on the floor, facing the door, head bent down, waiting. Minutes tick by. My knees start to ache and my mouth is dry with anticipation. I hear the bathroom door open and the bedroom door quietly opens. J doesn’t make a sound or even acknowledge my presence. I look up, his back is to me. He takes off fulya escort his shirt and places it on the back of the chair to the side of the bed. Next he unbuckles his belt and puts it on the bed in front of him. His trousers drop to the floor revealing tight black boxers. Which he slips off. He casts his socks to the side, and climbs on to the bed, sitting up against the bed frame. His face is blank, he taps the side of the bed next to him. I stand up and walk over to him, and stare at his throbbing hard cock.
I lick my lips eager to taste him. I look up to ask permission and he forces my head downwards, so my lips brush his tip. I open my mouth and take him deep in my throat, I choke slightly as he holds me there for a second and I try my best to stay quiet. He releases his grip and I back up slightly, allowing myself some air. I lather his cock with my spit, and play with his foreskin, rolling it up and down before sliding my wet lips down his shaft towards the base. He’s large and I have to push myself to take all of him in my mouth. I move up and down, gagging myself three times before moving back to the tip, sucking and kissing it. I feel his hips tense and a split second later I’m desperately trying to keep quiet as he fucks my throat deep and hard, saliva dribbles down my face and my eyes begin to water. He lets go, puts his hand under my chin and yanks my head up.
He looks me straight in the eyes and wipes the saliva from my chin with his thumb. He purrs at me. He whispers in my ear to stand up, and give him my knickers. I stand and pull the wet fabric from my pussy. I feel a mix of pleasure and release as well as an aching emptiness as I hand them over to him. He tuts, telling me they are not wet enough yet. He stands up, presses me into the wall, places one hand round my throat and asks me what I want. I tell him I want to taste his cock and feel his cum down the back of my throat. “You desperate little slut, you think you deserve that yet?” He snarls then grips my cheeks, forcing my mouth open and stuffs my knickers in. I can taste myself on my tongue.
From under the pillow he pulls a gag and places it over the knickers and fastens it. Standing behind me, so I’m facing the wall, my nose just a few inches away from it, he takes some rope, gently loops it around my neck. It feels soft against my skin. I obediently place my arms behind my back, and he ties them tightly, high up near my waist, if I pull against it the rope around yenibosna escort my neck slowly tightens. I can feel my wetness drip out of me, soaking the red lace between my legs.
He places his hands on my hips and takes the lace in his fists, roughly pulling up the sides so that the material digs between my lips and rubs against my clit. I groan and press my hips backwards into him, feeling his cock, rock hard pressed against my ass. He leans down and breaths on my neck, whispering in my ear “good girl”. I melt. Those words have so much power over me, I feel like I’m quivering, so desperate to have him in me. He lifts my thong to one side, I hear him spit and feel him spread it around my tight little asshole. I hear the gentle crackle of a wrapper as he slips on the condom. I wriggle backwards, desperate to have him fill me. But he holds my hips firmly still – teasing me, pressing his tip against my hole, slowly pushing in. Thank God for the gag because a low deep moan fills my throat, and without it I may have screamed. He stops and pinches my ass, hard enough I’m sure he left a bruise, as a warning – ‘be quiet’. I relax my body in response and he presses his cock a little deeper.
The slower he goes the more I want him, I can feel every movement as he slides deeper and it thrills me. I push back urging him in, showing him how much his cock is wanted. As he pushes himself in as far as he can go the sense of fullness is incredible – I close my eyes. If I could I’d be panting heavily by now. He slowly pulls his cock out halfway, pauses and thrusts hard and fast into me. I stop the scream that is desperate to escape my lips and press my body against the wall. My nipples rub against the cold wall through the thin lace. His body follows me, pulls out and pounds in again. Hard. Deep. Painfully so. My pussy is aching to be filled, my mouth gagged and my ass full makes it so much worse. He keeps pounding me in the same rough, steady rhythm.
I clench my fists tightly and he slows down, but remains deep in me. I feel his hand slide round my waist, down my stomach, under my thong. He circles my clit softly, kissing the back of my neck just on the spot he knows I love. The pressure of his fingers increase as he starts to rub me. As I feel the warmth of my pleasure build he stops, pinches my clit and moves away. My body is shaking. Tied up, pushed against the wall, begging, dripping and denied mercilessly. He unties my lace bodice and it falls to the ground. He undoes the gag and pulls my knickers out of my mouth – placing both on the bed. He turns me around and looks at me, naked except for the rope keeping my hands locked away, and the soft gentle choke around my neck.
I’m panting heavily. Tasting the sweet air. My nipples are erect and my juices dripping down my leg. My ass still wet with his spit. And I wonder – what next?
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