Part 8: Erotic Closure

“Darling, a true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best. At other times you can be as modest and dignified as your persona requires.”

Lazurus Long

July 6th

The next morning we got up early and packed and headed back to Sarah’s home. It was good that the drive was not too far because there was an air of mutual expectation. Sarah had shared the one fantasy she had considered the naughtiest and we had spent part of that afternoon and evening planning it out. We only had today to make it become real as I had to leave the following day. We got home and deposited our things in her room and then set about preparing for the fantasy.

For my part I had to go out and do a little shopping. Luckily what I needed was easily obtainable at a dollar and hardware store. She had to do some shopping as well and we organized meeting back at her house the 2:00 PM. We met up and I was to then leave her house first and then meet her at an appointed time and place. I drove over to the location agreed upon and then found a place to park my car and then waited.

Waiting for her was a mixture of raw excitement, expectation and eagerness. It was so difficult to sit there motionless. My physical arousal was to the point of discomfort and I considered addressing my baser needs immediately but at the same time I recognized that the waiting and the angst that came from wanting the next car to come down the road be hers only served to make the playing out of our fantasy more powerful. Shifting from side-to-side and searching about my car for some distraction like a magazine I was compelled to open the glove-box and begin reading my car’s Owners Manual. I was definitely in a state!

As I read my mind calmed and I began to have short intense reveries of Sarah. Not just this past week but the other times and somehow one thing came to mind above all the wonderful images – Her smile and her flashing beautiful eyes. I had to begin and wonder if my primary motivation was to “get some” but my mind always came back to her. What we had, what we may become was based on something more than raw passion. I placed the manual down and closed my eyes and a wistful smile developed, like the spreading of spilled milk on a table cloth, over my face. I wondered if she felt the same way too.

Almost an hour past and then her car came into view. It stopped and Sarah got out and took some pictures and then got in the car and proceeded into Trenton. I followed at a discrete distance because Sarah’s fantasy was about her being a spy. I was member of the security service and had suspected her of being an agent. My “job” was to tail her and at an opportune time, a time that was to be random and not predetermined, I was to arrest her and then take her to a “safe house” for interrogation. Sarah had given me a rough idea of her route and timing and now I was following her. She had taken some pictures of the air force base and now with that “incriminating evidence” I had reason to arrest her.

Her car proceeded into town and then returned, after pulling through a parking lot, back towards the base. She had probably done this to shake anyone tailing her but I had anticipated this and pulled off the main street when I saw her turn indicator blinking. I waited for her to pass and followed her again about 100 yards back. Her car turned into a local watering hole near the base and I parked down the road and got out and walked to the bar to observe her.

Entering the darkened bar I saw Sarah sitting on a bar stool beside a pilot in his flight suite. It was the first look I had of her in detail since I had left the house and she was dressed very provocatively. She had on a dark grey pencil skirt with a slit in the middle front. She wore a wine red Charmeuse blouse to accent the skirt and glancing down I saw she was wearing black seamed stockings with a Cuban heel. To finish this ensemble she had on a pair of red fading to black at the rear Ombre 4 ½ inch stiletto shoes. She looked quite the sight and very sexy. I took a seat in the shadows were I could observe her and she talked up the pilot. Sarah was being very demonstrative. She would touch his shoulder and move closer to him. I gauged his age at about mid-thirties and it was obvious he was interested in her. She was being a terrible flirt and watching her made me a bit jealous but aroused at the same time.

After about 20 minutes she shifted her seat and it was obvious that she was shielding him from anyone else’s view so as to put his hand on her knee. I could only imagine his hand sliding up, up her skirt and finding the stocking thicken at the run guard and then the welt. Maybe he was now touching her soft white skin of her thigh? I wanted this part to end soon. I wanted my hand there, not his. This titillation was not at all expected. Sarah had never mentioned anything like this and this was certainly bolder than I ever imagined her to be.

I had ordered a beer and was concentrating at peeling the label from the bottle when I noticed with a start she was leaving with the pilot. I put some money on the table and entered the vestibule of the bar and through the windows noted her getting into another car. It drove east on Highway 2 and I left to get to my car and follow. I pulled onto the road and gunned the engine and quickly acquired the new car. I could see his head behind the driver’s seat but I could not see hers. From the erratic speed the car was experiencing I could well imagine what was happening. The car was drawn deeper and deeper into the country and then turned off at a cemetery and drove to the rear of the cemetery plots. I parked in a spot by a chapel and proceeded on foot. Using the monuments and headstones as cover I was able to approach undetected. My curiosity and fascination with this new side of Sarah served to rationalize my voyeuristic need to see what was happening. I decided to approach on the passenger side reasoning that if she was giving him a blow job his mind and attention would be elsewhere.

As I approached the car I noticed she had put the window down. Probably to let me hear and see her better since the reflection of the door glass could hinder my view. I crawled the last 20 meters and was right under the window. I could hear him moan and Sarah mouth sucking on him. I moved up slowly in the blind spot beside the B-pillar and my eyes took in a wonderful sight.

Sarah’s head was in the pilot’s lap. She or he had unzipped the flight suite all the way and her head masked her ministrations on his cock but I could tell from her head movements she was fully engaged in sucking him. She was also coiled up on the passenger seat and her skirt was pulled up exposing her ass. She had on a garter belt but no panties and the pilot was caressing her ass. Slowly he drew his hand back and wet his finger and slid it inside her ass and began to finger fuck her ass as she blew him. It was more than obvious she was enjoying this attention. She must have began sucking his cock immediately upon entering the car because I could see the pilot was about to cum. Sarah took him very deep and he moaned loudly and grabbed her hair and thrust upwards once. He moaned and his body jerked as each load released from him and Sarah pulled her mouth off him and lay in his lap pressing his cock against her face. Rivulets of cum slid down his shaft over her fingers and she reached back to his wrist of the hand on her ass and pulled it to her face and sucked on the finger that had been fucking her ass.

As her face was about to turn upwards I darted down below the window sill and waited. I could hear the pilot complimenting her on her oral skills and it was more than obvious he wanted more. Who would blame him! I was in a quandary. I could confront her now and stop this or I could attempt to see what else would happen. This was her fantasy, not mine. I decided to wait it out. Whether I was discovered sooner or later was irrelevant. It all played into the basic outline of our fantasy.

I could see the car shifting as the occupants moved. The pilot was complimenting Sarah on her pleasuring of him. She replied coyly, “Anything for a boy in uniform. Anything…” I heard them kiss and from the sounds coming from the car the pilot was getting aroused again. I imagine Sarah’s soft hand around his member coaxing it to hardness. There was more movement and then I glanced up and saw Sarah’s hair. From my position it was evident she was kneeling on the front passenger seat facing rearward. I moved along the side of the car to the front and kneeled. Sarah had dropped the seat down and was on all fours. The pilot had dropped his flight suite down and was now moving behind her. His hands grasped her hips and he thrust forwards hard and began to fuck her. The car began to jounce and move. I shifted to get a better vantage point. God, I wish I could watch her face. The pilot was really hammering her and she was almost screaming at each thrust. Being primed from just having his cock sucked the pilot wasted no time in cumming. One final deep, deep thrust and he let out a muted growl and he came.

It was time to act. His and her guard would be down. I rose and shouted, “Sarah Rogers, get out of the car now!” The shock of my voice produced an almost comical result. The pilot, still in the process of after-sex recovery rolled into the driver’s seat and covered himself with his hands. Sarah turned with a start but I caught a glimmer of a wry smile from her. She was more composed as she was probably expecting my appearance sometime and she adroitly slid from her position and opened the door and got out. She smoothed her dress and I took her arm firmly. “Come with me.” I walked briskly away and Sarah followed stiltedly because of the height of her heels. When we were out of eyeshot of the pilot’s car I snapped on some dollar store handcuffs onto her wrists.

“You are coming with me. We know what you are and what you have been up to.” I let the rest of the walk be in silence except for sound of our footfalls on the gravel road to my car. Arriving there I opened the back and pushed Sarah into the back. I taped her mouth with duct tape and wrapped tape around her ankles and covered her with a blanket. Then I used a long scrap of towel to blindfold her and with a threat to her not to move I got in my car and drove off.

The drive back to the “safe house” was in silence. Sarah did not move and I backed my car into her driveway and opened the hatch. I helped her up and cut the tape off her ankles and led her around the back and down the stairs to her basement. I took her to the utility room where a chair was set in the center of the room and sat her down in it. I then taped one her legs to the corresponding chair leg and undid her cuffs and tied her wrists to the base of the chair. I left the tape over her mouth and the blindfold on. She was struggling a bit and I took a cold pail of water and doused her with it. Her blouse lay against her body showing the outline of her bra and her black stockings were soaked and gave off a light sheen.

I walked around Sarah and began to review the “facts” of my surveillance and that I was going to interrogate her to discover her handler. I removed her gag slowly and offered her a chance to talk and she remained stoically silent. Unbuttoning her blouse I exposed her bra and undid the center fastener letting the bra drop open and her breasts spill out. Tweaking her nipple with my finger I flicked them and they began to get hard. She was squirming deliciously in her chair and I stopped and her head cocked in the silence trying to anticipate the next sensation. I squeezed both nipples hard with my fingers and she let out a scream. I squeezed even harder demanding she speak but she defied me with her silence. I doused her again with water and then put a clothes peg on each nipple. I doused her again and the force of the water snapped the clothes pins off her nipples. She moaned again.

“Talk bitch or it will only get worse!”

Sarah nodded no and I slapped her face. “Now talk!” Again she defied my demands by her silence. I let her sit there and decided to change my tact. Since shocking cold water and some nipple play were not “working” I decided to give her the sexual equivalent of water-boarding. There was a spare coffee table in the basement and I went and got it and carried it in to the utility room. I fastened some cord to the legs and un-taped Sarah from the chair and led her to the table and lay her face up on it. Then I pulled up her skirt and tied her to the table so her legs were spread. What I uncovered pleased me. She had shaven herself bare and it was wonderful seeing her bare pussy. I wanted to lick and then fuck her pussy but the interrogation must continue.

Her head was bent over the hard edge of the table and I forced her mouth open. I slid my finger in her mouth to get some idea of were her gag reflex started and then undid my pants. She resisted me trying to put my cock in her mouth but I was able to force her mouth open and began pushing my hard cock inside her mouth. I drew it out and said, “Tell me what I want to know Sarah and the torture will stop.” Her head swayed back and forth in a ‘no’. “Then you need more convincing.” I pressed it in hard and she began to gag. I held it there and from her sounds I knew when to release. She gasped for breath and then I gagged her again. She refused to divulge her “secrets” at each attempt.

I stopped and checked in with her. I was a bit concerned for her as this was quite a transition from the woman I knew but a week before but she smile behind her blindfold and assured me she was OK. I was relieved and pleased and we decided to continue.

Her soft open mouth was simply too tempting. I supported her head with my hand and began to face fuck her slowly savoring her soft receptive mouth. From all the anticipation and build up to this fantasy I was bursting for release and released my load onto her face.

She was shivering and I got on my knees and hugged her feeling that I had gone to far.

“Are you alright,” I wondered.

Sarah moaned and then bucked against the restraints making the wood growl softly from the strain.

“I…I…OK. Just having an… an… orgasm,” she said between shudders.

“Oh baby, I can stop.”

“No. OK. I am OK. Just need a minute,” she offered.

I held her firmly and caressed her and softly let her know I loved her and she began to recover. She moved her head towards me and looked at me with a quite softness of a person accepting a fate. Maybe not a fate with negative consequences but a fate that involved experiences that involved pain in the derivation of more intense sexual pleasure and release.

“Do you love me,” she asked.

I nodded and kissed more tenderly than I had ever before. Our lips lingered pressed as if on onion paper not wanting to mar it. There was an electricity and connection that I had never felt from any woman before and it enveloped me.

“Please Bruce, I am ready.”

Sliding my hands over her taunt body I gently massaged her entire body. Connecting me to her and activating all her nerve endings I could reach. I slowly increased the pressure until the intensity grew to just before our last sensual episode.

I began to rub her pussy and as a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth (for she was attempting to be in character by now not giving any outward signs of enjoyment) I used that as a cue to spank her pussy. She bucked at the sudden shock and then I began to caress and play with her soft lips. Again a moan and a hard slap, harder than the previous one. How I loved the contrast of her black stockings and pale skin. The visual reminder of her stockings reminded me of how I came to admire their meaning when I thought of my aunt, my decadent lover. I took a moment to lick her clit lightly and then spanked her again and she bucked sharply at the last spank. A moan of pain came from her.

“Are you breaking down spy?” I observed. Again she shook her head no. It was time for more serious measures.

I untied her and helped her up and she sagged in my arms and we cuddled as she recovered. She kissed me lightly and voiced her willingness to continue. I held her wrists fast behind her back and led her to the basement washroom. I turned the water on cold and set it to shower and told her to get in the tub after kicking her shoes off. As the cold water deluged her I took off her blouse and skirt leaving her naked except for her stockings and garter belt. There was a long run in one leg now. I helped her out of the tub and motioned for her to put her shoes back on. Handcuffing her wrist together I led her back to the utility room. Pushing her to the floor so she was kneeling in front of the coffee table I removed one of her shoes.

“Now we know all about your activities in this area. We have documentation and pictures of you contacting various military contractors and personnel. We know you have seduced several air force pilots to gain information on important transport flights. This interrogation will stop if you give me the name of your handler.”

“Never,” Sarah replied, “will I give you what you want.”

“So be it.”

By now I was hurting I was so erect. The anticipation of playing out the fantasy coupled with the sharing of Sarah’s desires which she had shared with me the night before. It had surprised me to hear her relate a long, deep seated fantasy about being a femme fatale spy. With the trust we had shared from our week together and all our experiences had melded into a climax. What we were sharing was a culmination of deep seated desires suppressed and unexpressed. I had become Sarah’s sexual muse and enabler.

Taking the high heeled shoe from the stiletto heel I began to whip her ass with it. She bucked upright and a firm hand on her neck gave notice to her she was not to move. I spanked her ass hard again and she let out a sharp yelp. I applied one more with more force with the others and as the sole of the shoe struck her the heel broke off in my hand. I removed the other shoe and whipped her ass with it until red imprints of the sole began to rise angrily from her white flesh. She was writhing and moaning with each blow and I stopped.

“Now, tell me!” I demanded my face close to her’s.

“Never you bastard, NEVER!”

With that response I rose and unfastened the cuffs and tied her wrist to the table so her front lay over the top. I stood in front of her and grabbed her hair. “Look at me!” My cock was completely and uncompromisingly rigid and perpendicular to my body, I moved in behind her. I spat on my cock and then on her ass and pushed hard inside her. She screamed at the rough, uncompromising pressure and I grabbed her hair.

“Yes, this is how we treat spies!”

Sarah’s hips bucked and I held them fast with my hands. I pressed forwards and her body tried to move forward in a vain attempt to prevent her virgin ass from accepting my cock. Her movement only made me more determined. Finally I was in, my skin touching the sensual roundness of her ass. I held myself there, savoring the firm hold her ass had on my cock. My cock was in spasm in anticipation of fucking her ass and she could feel it. She moaned deeply with a satisfaction borne of pleasure and a taboo dismissed forever. Beginning by moving slowly she began to experience anal sex. Now that I was inside her I began to love her ass slowly and deliberately taking every sensation from every nerve ending being transmitted to my brain and reveling in my possession of her ass. Sarah turned to watch me and her eyes were sharing a knowing…a knowing that one of her most intimate and secret wishes had been granted.

Sliding in and out of her ass, seeing her there looking at me brought me to a deep, satisfying climax. I pulled her to me and imbedded my cock as deep in her as possible and felt my cock spasm and my mind grayed out. Collapsing on her I wished I could untie her to feel her arms around me but had to be satisfied with her bare back and my chest touching together. My spasms died away and I slowly withdrew, enjoying the sight of my cock exiting her ass. The tip glistened with my cum and I walked awkwardly on my knees to in front of her and kissed Sarah deeply and with an impending feeling of sadness because our time was near an end.

Sarah disengaged from kissing me. “I’m hungry,” she said. Not at first understanding her meaning I was about to comment on untying her and making a snack but she smile saucily and opened her mouth. I rose to meet her mouth as her head moved down over my cock. I smiled and closed my eyes. Would the wonders of Sarah never cease…

EPILOGUE

I have left Sarah several hours ago and I suddenly realized I had lost my way. My mind was a rattling cacophony of images, sights and sounds. I had this feeling I had lived an entire year in less than a week. I am sitting now at a park overlooking Lake Simcoe and the sun is setting. As I write this tears stain my eyes and slide down my cheeks.

I miss her already. I long for her already. The impossibility of being truly hers and her being truly mine is hammering at my conscience and pressing against my chest and soul.

Getting out of the car I shed my shoes and walk into the cool water, hands in pockets, looking down and the amazing variable waves and wonder if I see one that looks exactly like one I have seen before that that will be a sign of the impossible being possible.

It is dark now. I cannot see the waves now. I know that no two waves will be the same.

The park is empty. The families reveling in the summer heat are gone and only I am left. I open the car door and sit down hard in the seat and a smile flashes over my face.

Her present! I forgot about the present. I reached back and rummage through my stuff and find it. A crisply wrapped rectangular box. The wrapping is a soft pink and I slip the tape open preserving the paper and open the lid. Some tissue paper masks her gift and there is a card on top. I open the card:

“Dear Love,

I almost did not write you. It is not because I have nothing to say but because I too have so much to say. You, dear man, let me feel for the first time in an eternity and for that I will always be in your debt.

I have no idea what the future holds for me, you, or us. But I do so treasure you. It has been years since I have read Shelley and I think this poem sums up a little of what I feel about us.

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another’s being mingle–
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Yours,

Sarah”

Opening the tissue paper there-in lay a pair of stockings. I lifted the box slowly up to meet my lowering face and drew in her scent. I touched them once softly, closed the note and put the lid on the box and my head slumped down and the sounds of soft anguish now fill my car.

Emily’s Home, Part 2

Emily’s Home, Part 2
(Part 1 available here)

frontI was on my back, my arms over my head, bound to the headboard with a leather belt Emily wrapped around my wrists. Quick, but effective bondage. Emily looked down at me, at my body, at my chest, covered with a satin camisole. “You thought you were going to tease me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, almost blushing, not caring.

“Well it worked. But I’m turning the tables on you, Sara. Tease me? All I could think about since last night was getting my hands on you, touching you, kissing you. Now you want to tease me? Like you’re going to be in charge?” She said this resting on my thighs, below my tap panties, resting on my stocking tops.

“Fair is fair,” I retorted.

“Yes it is. But I’m not the one tied to the bed, am I? I don’t think I’m the one that is going to be teased tonight, my pretty.” She ran a finger over my chest, between the breasts I had, down to my stomach, touching the soft camisole.

“Emily, I…I had fun when I got home a couple of weeks ago, I just wanted to do the same for you,” I answered, feeling as if I needed to defend myself. What was wrong with that? With wanting to give her the same thing she gave me? I enjoyed her seduction of me, I just wanted to seduce her.

“Do you think I’m mad at you?”

“I…I’m not sure.”

“Mad at you? Mad? Sara, I’m so incredibly turned on right now I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.” Her fingers traced their way down my stomach, lower. I jerked at the sensation, feeling the energy from her soft touch shoot through my stomach, to my loins.

I sucked in a quick breath. “I thought you were mad,” I whispered

She leaned down, her real breasts pressed into my breast forms. She whispered in my ear. “I’m going to tease you, sissy. You wanted to excite me? You did. Now you’re going to deal with it. Ready?”

I had a vision of her touching me, fucking me, and I wanted it. Now. Terribly. Instead, Emily climbed off me, stood up, just looked at me.

“What,” I asked, wanting her touch back.

“You want me, don’t you? You want me to touch you?”

“Yes, of course yes.”

“Hmmm, think about how badly you want me to touch you, sweetie. You thought you were going to tease me? No, Sara, no. Think about how bad you want me. I’ll be back in a little bit. You just think about me.”

I almost laughed. My plan had been to seduce Emily, to tease Emily, to make her want me so badly that she was wild with desire. I’d kind of had that effect on her. Only, I’d driven her wild enough that she turned the tables on me. I was the one being teased. I was the one who was now wild with desire. Fuck, I wanted her back in here NOW.

I noticed the clock when she left the room. 7:48. I watched it.

7:50

7:55

8:00

Fuck, what was she doing? I wanted her. I needed her. “Em,” I called out very softly.

8:05

“Emily,” I called, louder.

8:10

I realized that I had been erect in my satin tap panties since she left the room. I was so excited, so outrageously horny, it was not funny.

8:12 Emily walked back into the bedroom.

BackMy eyes widened seeing how she was dressed. “You’re not the only one with a secret outfit to wear, sweetie.”

Emily. My dear Emily. My dominant Emily.

I looked at her, her legs in black nylons, her heels, her bare skin, her covered skin.

I looked at her arms, wrapped gently in black gloves that went over her elbow.

I looked at her and felt a soft moan escape my from my lips. An hour ago I’d been the one in control, in power. Now, I was weak, helpless, at her mercy.

“I want to make you suffer. I want to make you beg,” she said, moving to the end of the bed by my feet. She lifted one of her legs up onto the bed, touching her heel against mine, her stocking covered foot against my stocking covered foot. “Do you want me to fuck you, is that what you want?”

I was pulled my arms, tugged at the belt holding them over my head. I wanted to get up, grab her, throw her on the bed, ravage her. I forgot Sara. The boy part of me began flowing, yearning. “Yes, yes,” I groaned, tugging again.

A wide smile spread over Em’s face. “Well you can’t. Not now. Not yet. You don’t want it enough, you don’t want me enough.” Emily climbed up onto the end of the bed, on her hands and knees, looked me in the eye. “You want me so badly, don’t you?”

“Fuck, Emily.” I felt my organ twitching, rubbing against the satin.

“You’re not a man today, not dressed like that. You wanted to be a woman. You wanted to be pretty. You wanted to seduce me. You picked Sara. If you were a man, I’d untie you and let you fuck me, but you’re not a man, you choose to be a woman. You picked soft, satin, pretty, feminine.”

I was panting. It had been mere minutes since she walked into the room, yet already I was panting. The site of her, the smell of her, the feel of her, pushed me, engaged me.

She lifted one of her legs on top of one of mine, rubbed it back and forth, nylon covered leg touching nylon covered leg. “You could have been a boy for me today, but you picked sissy. You wanted to be a woman. Women touch each other like this. Women are soft, seductive. Men fuck women, women make love to women. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To feel this, to feel my leg touching yours?”

She fucking knows what that does to me. She totally fucking knows what the feel of our mutually nylon covered legs touching does to me. It makes me melt. It makes me swoon. It makes me feel nothing but feminine feelings. She fucking knows that she’s making me think like Sara, not a boy. She knows.

“Confused, sweetie? Can’t decide if you want to fuck me or if you want to make love to me? Boy or girl? Male or sissy? Which are you today?”

“You’re not playing fair,” I said, eyes closed.

“I know. I’m going to get worse, that’s what’s so bad for you.” She was back on her hands and knees, crawling seductively up the bed, lightly blowing and kissing my stocking, my leg, upward, until she was at the edge of my tap panties.

“You know, Sara, how much I love making love to another girl, how much I love the soft feel, the tenderness,” she said, looking me in the eye, kissing the inside of my thigh, licking lightly the satin panties. “It’s so different than fucking a man.” Emily moved her hand up, lightly touched the outline of my penis in the panties. “A woman is so tender, so gentle, a man so hard, so violent. I so much love having another woman.”

“Do remember the last time you tried to fuck me, like a man. You know, as a man?”

“Emily,” I said, sharply, almost, not quite, yelling.”

Emily ignored me, reached into my panties, wrapped her soft hand around my erection. “What did I say? You remember, don’t you?”

“Emily,” I gasped, her hand touching me distracting me from the thoughts forming in my mind. “That…that’s not fair. We hadn’t

“I know, I wasn’t playing fair then either, was I? I just couldn’t resists, Sara, I couldn’t make myself stop.”

We both knew exactly what she said. We both knew exactly what happened the last time we screwed like a man and woman. She didn’t play fair then. She was mean. She tormented me.

The last time, I was on top of her, after spending an hour licking her. She was so sensitive. I was on top of her, teasing her, trying to make her beg for me to enter her. I was rubbing myself on the outside of her lips, over the wetness, pushing just the tip into her. “You want me to beg for it, don’t you,” she asked, shaking as another orgasm crashed through her.

“Yes,” I whispered that last time we screwed.

She was clenching her teeth, looking me in the eye. It was like it was a contest, who would blink first. Would I blink first and push myself into her or would she, would she beg me. Who would surrender. Who was stronger?

We were having a test of wills. She knew I wanted to feel her, to feel her warmth all over me. She knew I was close to forgetting about her and pushing myself in, thrusting. I knew she was close to needing it, needing to be filled. Who would surrender? Who would give in?

Emily’s eyes shook. Her mouth opened. I felt the corner of my mouth turn up. I knew I’d won. She was about to give in, about to tell me, to beg me to enter her.

Then she spoke. “Maybe I’d beg,” she panted, “if you weren’t so small.”

I felt my arms shaking. No, no. This isn’t fair. I was winning. She knew. She knew!

“I’d beg if you were a real man.”

That was too much. Without even thinking, I shifted ever so slightly, shifted, and pushed myself into her and we both moaned, both shook and on the second thrust, I exploded, could not hold back for even another second.

“So small,” she said, having another mini orgasm at the same time I exploded.

I thrust, a third deep thrust, then stopped. “You…you came already,” she asked. “That was so fast.”

I shook, her words humiliating me, exciting me.

“You remember last time, don’t you,” she asked me again, bringing me back to reality, to the present.

“Yes,” I swallowed.

“We’re not going to have a repeat of that, I’m going to make sure of that…”

(To be continued…)

-Saragirl