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catherinewheel77 said:
I must say, I wholly approve of what’s transpired here since my last visit. 👏
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Me too! :D

(maybe having only one thread is the way to go around here)

catherinewheel77 said:
https://66.media.tumblr.com/f528e0c0b02da7c0fc2be4d91fd21581/tumblr_opx3mfIWLI1w0wnrpo1_500.jpg
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Literally no one has ever said that to me - EVER!

I would love to hear it just once.

"such a slut", "total tramp", "hot fucking bitch", "whore", "cum junkie" and a bunch of other unflattering names are getting a little old!! :eek:

Maybe I need to buy a pair of pretty, white wings when Halloween rolls around this year? What's your secret Cathy?
 
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LizVegas79 said:
Me too! :D

(maybe having only one thread is the way to go around here)



Literally no one has ever said that to me - EVER!

I would love to hear it just once.

"such a slut", "total tramp", "hot fucking bitch", "whore", "cum junkie" and a bunch of other unflattering names are getting a little old!! :eek:

Maybe I need to buy a pair of pretty, white wings when Halloween rolls around this year? What's your secret Cathy?
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Are you sure you just couldn't hear it? https://66.media.tumblr.com/ef644bb...2908da59a762d0b1a6d4f482f5937cd20b3d3fe7.gifv
 
Part 9

sally_sparrow said:
Amy begins to wonder what time it is. Has it been an hour yet? She made her choice before she even came back to the party. She wants to go home with this man. Though she doesn't know him at all, she wants more. Other men have never had this kind of effect on her and she was loving what he was giving so far.

"What's the time?" she asks him looking over her shoulder. He was still pressed firmly against her backside.

He grins. "Do you have somewhere to be?" he asks playfully.

Amy cannot help but blush. She has made it blatantly obvious that she wants to go back to his house. "Yes, actually. And you are supposed to take me there." She surprises herself as the words escape her lips.

His eyes widen a moment and then soften. He smiles and whispers close to her ear, "Get your coat and meet me out front in 5 minutes. Not a minute later."

Before he leaves her he gives her right ass cheek a firm squeeze and a tap, then walks away.

Her breath catches when he taps her ass. She can feel her hardened nipples pressed against the tight fabric of her dress and they are aching to escape from the restraint of the dress and strapless bra beneath.

"What is happening right now?!" She asks herself.

Wasting no time she gulps the rest of her cocktail and says a quick goodbye to her friends before dashing to the foyer to retrieve her coat. She had not checked the time but was certain she did not go over five minutes. She opens the front door and finds the man standing outside of a shiny black Lexus sedan.

"Just in time." He smiles, opens the passenger door and offers his hand.
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She hesitates for a second, should she really go with him? Without telling anybody where she is and with whom? Is it safe? But it is too late, plus she doesn't know where she is going. Or with whom, for that matter. All she has is his first name, Paul, and that he was introduced to her by her friend's boyfriend.

"I know," the thought runs through her head, "I will text Emily from the car and ask her to check on me tomorrow. If I am not home by noon, she can find from her boyfriend who exactly did I leave with. As for where… I can try gps location for that. It will be OK. And besides, not sure why, but I do trust him."

She takes his hand and steps to the car. As she slides in, she glances around her - no CDs on the floor, no danglers on the mirror, no change in the cup holder. The car looks pristine and as impersonal as it can be. Is it even his or is he a driver?

He walks around the car, gets in, and drives off. Where to? She has no idea. Should she ask? They drive in silence for a while, getting out of the sleepy suburban streets and onto the expressway. She finally masters the courage:

"Where are we going? Is it far?"

He does not answer immediately, instead, he pushes a button and the car fills with soft music.

"It is not far, about half an hour. Are you in a hurry?"

How is she supposed to answer? She is and she isn't. She wants to feel his hands around her, holding her, bounding her, possessing her. She wants his hands on her and in her. Spreading, kneading, teasing her to brink and then bringing her… No, she can’t think about that right now. She feels her face getting hot. Can he see her blush? Probably not, it’s too dark for that. It was one thing to let all that happen in the spur of the moment, but now, sitting here and being relatively calm, it puzzles her how she could let him move so fast. How could she let herself move even faster, given where she was going now.

She pulls her phone out of the pocket and checks for messages. There are two, but they can wait.

“Anything important?”

His voice cuts through her thoughts right when she was about to text Emily.

“No… Just some work stuff, it can wait till Monday.”

“Good. Please put your phone on the back seat. You can pick it up when I drive you home, but for tonight I don’t want you to be distracted. I want all of your attention to be on me, on you, and on your pleasure. I promise, there will be enough to keep your mind engaged.”
 
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She hesitates for a second, should she really go with him? Without telling anybody where she is and with whom? Is it safe? But it is too late, plus she doesn't know where she is going. Or with whom, for that matter. All she has is his first name, Paul, and that he was introduced to her by her friend's boyfriend.

"I know," the thought runs through her head, "I will text Emily from the car and ask her to check on me tomorrow. If I am not home by noon, she can find from her boyfriend who exactly did I leave with. As for where… I can try gps location for that. It will be OK. And besides, not sure why, but I do trust him."

She takes his hand and steps to the car. As she slides in, she glances around her - no CDs on the floor, no danglers on the mirror, no change in the cup holder. The car looks pristine and as impersonal as it can be. Is it even his or is he a driver?

He walks around the car, gets in, and drives off. Where to? She has no idea. Should she ask? They drive in silence for a while, getting out of the sleepy suburban streets and onto the expressway. She finally masters the courage:

"Where are we going? Is it far?"

He does not answer immediately, instead, he pushes a button and the car fills with soft music.

"It is not far, about half an hour. Are you in a hurry?"

How is she supposed to answer? She is and she isn't. She wants to feel his hands around her, holding her, bounding her, possessing her. She wants his hands on her and in her. Spreading, kneading, teasing her to brink and then bringing her… No, she can’t think about that right now. She feels her face getting hot. Can he see her blush? Probably not, it’s too dark for that. It was one thing to let all that happen in the spur of the moment, but now, sitting here and being relatively calm, it puzzles her how she could let him move so fast. How could she let herself move even faster, given where she was going now.

She pulls her phone out of the pocket and checks for messages. There are two, but they can wait.

“Anything important?”

His voice cuts through her thoughts right when she was about to text Emily.

“No… Just some work stuff, it can wait till Monday.”

“Good. Please put your phone on the back seat. You can pick it up when I drive you home, but for tonight I don’t want you to be distracted. I want all of your attention to be on me, on you, and on your pleasure. I promise, there will be enough to keep your mind engaged.”
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Amy’s eyes widen and she stares mindlessly in Paul’s direction. Clutching her phone she argues internally with herself, “Why am I doing this? He seems sincere, but I don’t even know him.”

Paul looks toward Amy, “You have nothing to worry about, Amy. I am going to take very good care of you.” He smiles and gently places his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her dress, and focuses on the road ahead of them.

Amy quivers at his touch and instinctively parts her thighs. Paul takes note of the development and slides his fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh, resting just below her wet, swollen labia. Amy takes a deep breath and tosses her phone in the back seat. “Here we go” she thinks to herself.

Paul’s fingers stay planted in the same position for the duration of the drive. Amy focuses on her breathing and fights the urge to guide his hand to her dripping lips. When she attempts to close her legs he gives her a gentle slap on the inside of her thigh.

“Amy, I did not say to close your legs. Please leave them where they are until I say otherwise. Do you understand?” Paul speaks calmly and clearly.

“I understand.” Amy opens her legs wider than they originally were and sinks into her seat. Her body feels electric. She has never anticipated something more in her life. She needs him. “What is happening to me?” she asks herself. “This has to be the most incredible experience I’ve had so far with a man.” She bites her lip to distract herself from the wild thoughts racing through her mind.

“Good girl. We are almost there, won’t be long now.” he replies.

The car glides off the next exit ramp and Paul turns onto an empty city street and into the parking garage of a high rise apartment building. He parks in a numbered parking space, clearly marked for each tenant and cuts the engine.

“Home sweet home” he smiles, squeezes Amy’s thigh, and slowly draws his hand away. Amy frowns as his hand separates from her skin.

“We are going to have a great time together” Paul offers, and opens his car door. He steps out, shuts his door and walks to the other side to help Amy from her seat. When he opens the door he steps closer, blocking Amy from exiting the car. He leans down, takes her chin in his hand and gently kisses her lips. The kiss turns deeper when the tips of their tongues meet each other. Amy considers pulling him on top of her until he breaks the kiss and offers her his hand.

Paul smiles, “Mmmm, we have all night darling. We are just getting started. Come with me and we will pick up where we left off once we get inside.”
Amy takes his hand and steps from the car. He places one hand at her lower back and guides her to the entrance of his building.
 
Dearest Sally and Annie,

If I’m reading a story which causes me to repeatedly cross and uncross my legs, y’all are doing something right. 💋💋
 
catherinewheel77 said:
Dearest Sally and Annie,

If I’m reading a story which causes me to repeatedly cross and uncross my legs, y’all are doing something right. 💋💋
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Thank you for letting us continue to post. Happy to learn of the effect it has caused. :)
 
Part 11

sally_sparrow said:
Amy’s eyes widen and she stares mindlessly in Paul’s direction. Clutching her phone she argues internally with herself, “Why am I doing this? He seems sincere, but I don’t even know him.”

Paul looks toward Amy, “You have nothing to worry about, Amy. I am going to take very good care of you.” He smiles and gently places his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her dress, and focuses on the road ahead of them.

Amy quivers at his touch and instinctively parts her thighs. Paul takes note of the development and slides his fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh, resting just below her wet, swollen labia. Amy takes a deep breath and tosses her phone in the back seat. “Here we go” she thinks to herself.

Paul’s fingers stay planted in the same position for the duration of the drive. Amy focuses on her breathing and fights the urge to guide his hand to her dripping lips. When she attempts to close her legs he gives her a gentle slap on the inside of her thigh.

“Amy, I did not say to close your legs. Please leave them where they are until I say otherwise. Do you understand?” Paul speaks calmly and clearly.

“I understand.” Amy opens her legs wider than they originally were and sinks into her seat. Her body feels electric. She has never anticipated something more in her life. She needs him. “What is happening to me?” she asks herself. “This has to be the most incredible experience I’ve had so far with a man.” She bites her lip to distract herself from the wild thoughts racing through her mind.

“Good girl. We are almost there, won’t be long now.” he replies.

The car glides off the next exit ramp and Paul turns onto an empty city street and into the parking garage of a high rise apartment building. He parks in a numbered parking space, clearly marked for each tenant and cuts the engine.

“Home sweet home” he smiles, squeezes Amy’s thigh, and slowly draws his hand away. Amy frowns as his hand separates from her skin.

“We are going to have a great time together” Paul offers, and opens his car door. He steps out, shuts his door and walks to the other side to help Amy from her seat. When he opens the door he steps closer, blocking Amy from exiting the car. He leans down, takes her chin in his hand and gently kisses her lips. The kiss turns deeper when the tips of their tongues meet each other. Amy considers pulling him on top of her until he breaks the kiss and offers her his hand.

Paul smiles, “Mmmm, we have all night darling. We are just getting started. Come with me and we will pick up where we left off once we get inside.”
Amy takes his hand and steps from the car. He places one hand at her lower back and guides her to the entrance of his building.
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They navigate between the parked cars in silence and get to a small elevator.

“This will take us to the main lobby, it’s just a couple levels up,'' he says pushing a button with a star on it.

One of the elevator’s walls is covered with a mirror. As Amy glances over it, she can’t take her eyes away -- they look so good together! She is wearing 3 inch heels, but he is still taller. She likes his hand around her waist, pulling her to him. She likes how relaxed she looks in this half embrace.

“Like what you see?” he whispers in her ear.

Can he read her mind now? Or does he like the view as well? She does not get a chance to ask, the door opens and she is rushed into a white marble lobby, which is way too bright for this time of the day.

“Hello Mr. Larsen, welcome home!”

“Hello, Michael, how are you?”

“Good, thank you. Mrs. Larsen wanted me to tell you that there was some emergency and she had to leave for Atlanta. She will be back in a few days.”

“And of course she could not tell me that herself or write a note,” Peter replys under his breath. The doorman can’t hear him, but Amy can.

So he is married and expected his wife to be home?!

But yet again she does not have time to think, as another elevator opens its doors and she is led inside.

“My mother hates writing notes and sometimes forgets that phones exist for a reason,” he explains and at least some of her worries melt away. A mother, no a wife!

“You live with your mom?” the words leave her mouth before she has a chance to realise what she is asking.

“No,” he laughs, “she lives with me. Or would, if I let her. After my dad died a few years ago she did not want to stay in the house on her own, so I bought he a condo in the same building where I live. This way she does not feel all alone, but we both have enough freedom not to be in each other's way.”

“Are you from Atlanta?”

“Yes… But it was a long time ago. Enough about that. Kiss me.”

The change of subject and the request startle her. She turns to him and hesitates, how do I do this? I would much prefer to be kissed, not the other way around. Then puts one hand around his neck, pulls him little bit down and brushes her lips on his.

“Amy!” He pulls away, but still holds her on a kissable distance, “you are are not seven and I am not your cousin! Now, please, kiss me like you mean it.“

She feels her cheeks get hot yet again. How did he know! Well, she was eight, not seven, but her first kiss really was her cousin! But he is right, this is very different. Much, much better.

She closes her eyes, relaxes into his arms, and tries again. When their lips meet, she remembers his hand under her dress not an hour ago. Right in front of her friends, his finger flicking her clit as she answers some random question. She does not remember what the question or her answer were, but even the memory of that hand is enough to make her clit throbbing again.

And that is what makes this kiss so much better! The promise, the hope of what to come, the dream of where he can take her. This is what she tries to put into her kiss. This kiss is both a thank you for what was and a request for more. Much more.

The elevator dings, but neither of them is in a rush to leave it. Without breaking the kiss, he reaches over and pulls a small lever which makes the door stay open. He holds her tight, enjoying the kiss and taking in all that she is trying to say with it.

When they finally run out of breath, she breaks the kiss and puts her head on his shoulder.

“Much better, thank you. But we should go inside -- we will be much more comfortable there.”
 
Part 12

AnnieLit said:
They navigate between the parked cars in silence and get to a small elevator.

“This will take us to the main lobby, it’s just a couple levels up,'' he says pushing a button with a star on it.

One of the elevator’s walls is covered with a mirror. As Amy glances over it, she can’t take her eyes away -- they look so good together! She is wearing 3 inch heels, but he is still taller. She likes his hand around her waist, pulling her to him. She likes how relaxed she looks in this half embrace.

“Like what you see?” he whispers in her ear.

Can he read her mind now? Or does he like the view as well? She does not get a chance to ask, the door opens and she is rushed into a white marble lobby, which is way too bright for this time of the day.

“Hello Mr. Larsen, welcome home!”

“Hello, Michael, how are you?”

“Good, thank you. Mrs. Larsen wanted me to tell you that there was some emergency and she had to leave for Atlanta. She will be back in a few days.”

“And of course she could not tell me that herself or write a note,” Peter replys under his breath. The doorman can’t hear him, but Amy can.

So he is married and expected his wife to be home?!

But yet again she does not have time to think, as another elevator opens its doors and she is led inside.

“My mother hates writing notes and sometimes forgets that phones exist for a reason,” he explains and at least some of her worries melt away. A mother, no a wife!

“You live with your mom?” the words leave her mouth before she has a chance to realise what she is asking.

“No,” he laughs, “she lives with me. Or would, if I let her. After my dad died a few years ago she did not want to stay in the house on her own, so I bought he a condo in the same building where I live. This way she does not feel all alone, but we both have enough freedom not to be in each other's way.”

“Are you from Atlanta?”

“Yes… But it was a long time ago. Enough about that. Kiss me.”

The change of subject and the request startle her. She turns to him and hesitates, how do I do this? I would much prefer to be kissed, not the other way around. Then puts one hand around his neck, pulls him little bit down and brushes her lips on his.

“Amy!” He pulls away, but still holds her on a kissable distance, “you are are not seven and I am not your cousin! Now, please, kiss me like you mean it.“

She feels her cheeks get hot yet again. How did he know! Well, she was eight, not seven, but her first kiss really was her cousin! But he is right, this is very different. Much, much better.

She closes her eyes, relaxes into his arms, and tries again. When their lips meet, she remembers his hand under her dress not an hour ago. Right in front of her friends, his finger flicking her clit as she answers some random question. She does not remember what the question or her answer were, but even the memory of that hand is enough to make her clit throbbing again.

And that is what makes this kiss so much better! The promise, the hope of what to come, the dream of where he can take her. This is what she tries to put into her kiss. This kiss is both a thank you for what was and a request for more. Much more.

The elevator dings, but neither of them is in a rush to leave it. Without breaking the kiss, he reaches over and pulls a small lever which makes the door stay open. He holds her tight, enjoying the kiss and taking in all that she is trying to say with it.

When they finally run out of breath, she breaks the kiss and puts her head on his shoulder.

“Much better, thank you. But we should go inside -- we will be much more comfortable there.”
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Amy’s pale cheeks and chest are a deep shade of pink when their kiss breaks and he suggests to move into his apartment. She feels planted where she stands and only moves when Paul takes her waist and gives her a gentle nudge forward.

“Follow me” his voice is low and and fluid like. He takes her hand and leads her to a door at the end of a long hallway. The large grey door looks cold and sterile, like a private employee entrance in a hospital, and for a moment Amy reconsiders. Paul pulls out a key to unlock the door, one hand never leaving hers. He makes her feel safe and Amy decides she needs to trust him.

The door swings open before them and Paul leads her into his apartment. The hardwood floors are spotless and shine when he turns on a light in the entryway.

“Make yourself at home, Amy. Would you like something to drink?” Paul sets his keys in a dish on a table next to the front door and unbuttons his suit jacket.

“Do you have any gin? I would love a gin and tonic.” Amy asks, watching Paul’s every move as he slips off his suit jacket and places it over a chair at his dining table. Amy can’t help but imagine what his body looks like underneath his tailored suit. She can see a slight bulge in the front of his pants that has lingered since their most recent embrace. She catches herself staring and when she looks up, realizes that he is staring at her as well, grinning.

“Coming right up, Amy. Have a seat anywhere you like. Perhaps you would be more comfortable getting out of that dress.”

Amy is caught off guard by his comment but considers the practicality of the statement. She would be much more comfortable not being restricted in the tight fabric around her body, but she had nothing to change into.

As if he was reading her mind, Paul continues, “You won’t be needing any clothing while you are here, Amy. But if you get cold I will see to it that you are comfortable. Please undress.”

Without hesitation, Amy drops her coat over a chair and kicks off her heels which have been killing her feet for the last few hours. She reaches for the zipper at the side of her dress just below her arm, and begins to slide it down. Paul stands in place, watching her every move. “He likes to watch” she thinks to herself. She decides to move slowly. She is feeling incredibly sexy knowing that he is entranced with her body. Paul hasn’t blinked or moved a muscle since she began unzipping her dress.

Her first instinct was to turn away from him to undress, but decides instead to face him so he can drink her in. The zipper slides down slowly, loosening the fabric of her dress across her breasts and midsection. She gently tugs the dress down passed her breasts and down her hips. She is left in only a strapless black bra. For a moment she had forgotten about her abandoned panties at the party and realizes she is practically nude now. Amy looks at Paul. He has not moved a muscle. It is as if he is studying every inch of her body.

“You can lose the bra as well, darling. You will look much sexier without it constricting those beautiful breasts.” Paul states in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he told her he was going to take out the garbage. He turns back to the bar and mixes two drinks together. Amy reaches behind and unhooks her bra and tosses it to the ground along with the dress. Feeling very exposed, but comfortable, she sits on the edge of a long, white sectional positioned in the middle of a grand living room with floor to ceiling windows on the back of the apartment.

She begins to wonder if anyone can see her outside. The thought excites her and her clit begins to throb once again. Amy reaches between her legs and takes note that the insides of her thighs are slick with wetness. She cannot stop thinking about what they did at the party, and the kiss they just shared. She doesn’t know how much longer she can resist not touching him or being touched by him.

Paul walks over to her with two tumblers of alcohol and hands one to Amy. He sees that her hand is lingering between her thighs when he approaches.

By all means, Amy, don’t stop. Show me what you like.” Paul sits across from her, his eyes never leaving her.

Amy had never touched herself in front of someone else like this before. It is as if he was studying her. Wanting to know what makes her tick. What makes her wet. What will make her cum. It is too late to turn back now so there is no sense in feeling shy. Amy takes a sip from her glass and sets it on the glass table in front of her. She leans back into the cushions of the couch and slowly drops her knees to her sides, leaving her shaved, swollen pussy completely exposed.

Paul smiles and in a soft, gentle tone exclaims, “That’s a good girl, Amy. Now touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.
 
Part 13

sally_sparrow said:
Amy’s pale cheeks and chest are a deep shade of pink when their kiss breaks and he suggests to move into his apartment. She feels planted where she stands and only moves when Paul takes her waist and gives her a gentle nudge forward.

“Follow me” his voice is low and and fluid like. He takes her hand and leads her to a door at the end of a long hallway. The large grey door looks cold and sterile, like a private employee entrance in a hospital, and for a moment Amy reconsiders. Paul pulls out a key to unlock the door, one hand never leaving hers. He makes her feel safe and Amy decides she needs to trust him.

The door swings open before them and Paul leads her into his apartment. The hardwood floors are spotless and shine when he turns on a light in the entryway.

“Make yourself at home, Amy. Would you like something to drink?” Paul sets his keys in a dish on a table next to the front door and unbuttons his suit jacket.

“Do you have any gin? I would love a gin and tonic.” Amy asks, watching Paul’s every move as he slips off his suit jacket and places it over a chair at his dining table. Amy can’t help but imagine what his body looks like underneath his tailored suit. She can see a slight bulge in the front of his pants that has lingered since their most recent embrace. She catches herself staring and when she looks up, realizes that he is staring at her as well, grinning.

“Coming right up, Amy. Have a seat anywhere you like. Perhaps you would be more comfortable getting out of that dress.”

Amy is caught off guard by his comment but considers the practicality of the statement. She would be much more comfortable not being restricted in the tight fabric around her body, but she had nothing to change into.

As if he was reading her mind, Paul continues, “You won’t be needing any clothing while you are here, Amy. But if you get cold I will see to it that you are comfortable. Please undress.”

Without hesitation, Amy drops her coat over a chair and kicks off her heels which have been killing her feet for the last few hours. She reaches for the zipper at the side of her dress just below her arm, and begins to slide it down. Paul stands in place, watching her every move. “He likes to watch” she thinks to herself. She decides to move slowly. She is feeling incredibly sexy knowing that he is entranced with her body. Paul hasn’t blinked or moved a muscle since she began unzipping her dress.

Her first instinct was to turn away from him to undress, but decides instead to face him so he can drink her in. The zipper slides down slowly, loosening the fabric of her dress across her breasts and midsection. She gently tugs the dress down passed her breasts and down her hips. She is left in only a strapless black bra. For a moment she had forgotten about her abandoned panties at the party and realizes she is practically nude now. Amy looks at Paul. He has not moved a muscle. It is as if he is studying every inch of her body.

“You can lose the bra as well, darling. You will look much sexier without it constricting those beautiful breasts.” Paul states in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he told her he was going to take out the garbage. He turns back to the bar and mixes two drinks together. Amy reaches behind and unhooks her bra and tosses it to the ground along with the dress. Feeling very exposed, but comfortable, she sits on the edge of a long, white sectional positioned in the middle of a grand living room with floor to ceiling windows on the back of the apartment.

She begins to wonder if anyone can see her outside. The thought excites her and her clit begins to throb once again. Amy reaches between her legs and takes note that the insides of her thighs are slick with wetness. She cannot stop thinking about what they did at the party, and the kiss they just shared. She doesn’t know how much longer she can resist not touching him or being touched by him.

Paul walks over to her with two tumblers of alcohol and hands one to Amy. He sees that her hand is lingering between her thighs when he approaches.

By all means, Amy, don’t stop. Show me what you like.” Paul sits across from her, his eyes never leaving her.

Amy had never touched herself in front of someone else like this before. It is as if he was studying her. Wanting to know what makes her tick. What makes her wet. What will make her cum. It is too late to turn back now so there is no sense in feeling shy. Amy takes a sip from her glass and sets it on the glass table in front of her. She leans back into the cushions of the couch and slowly drops her knees to her sides, leaving her shaved, swollen pussy completely exposed.

Paul smiles and in a soft, gentle tone exclaims, “That’s a good girl, Amy. Now touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.
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The way she wants him to touch her… If she will allow herself to think about that, she will just daydream till morning, so he chooses to ignore that part of the directions.

She closes her eyes and drops her head on the back of the couch.

“No! Eyes on me!”

Same man, same voice, but he sounds very different now. Did she do something wrong? Her eyes fly open.

“Sorry,’” she mumbles and the mood is lost for a second.

But when her eyes find his, she knows that he is right. When she closed her eyes, she went into herself, into her private pleasure, only this is anything but private -- she is on full display, performing in front of him, for him.

His eyes hold hers and she starts again, slowly placing her hand between her legs. She is so wet! She dips a finger into her dripping pussy and spreads the wetness upwords, over her clit. At the touch her first reaction is to close her eyes again, but she catches herself and with an effort keeps them open, keeps them on him.
“Good girl, “ he smiles at her, “keep going, I like how wet and needy you are.“

She caresses her outer lips, then dips two fingers in and easily finds the ridged spot inside. Yes, right there! Just a bit of light pressure and a warm wave starts to radiate through her body. She is so aroused that she knows she will not last long.

Normally, when she plays by herself, she is pretty quiet, the only sounds she makes are just the fast breathing and maybe a barely audible moan as the first spasm of orgasm hits her. But now, in front of him, she feels the need to be vocal, to share the intensity of her pleasure, to make it joint.

As she continues to rub her g-spot, a moan rises in her throat and she lets it out. So starts her wordless song of highs and lows, of long slow moans when her fingers slow down, and fast rapid ones, when they move faster. She knows she will leave a wet spot on his couch, but she does not care.

Her other hand travels up and finds her breast. She squeezes lightly and smiles when she sees him nodding his head in approval. She finds her nipple and pulls on it. Mmmm… it feels good! She squeezes a bit harder and rolls the hard bud between her fingers. Her nipples are hardwired to her clit, when she does that, she can feel her clit jumping in place, screaming for attention.

Her fingers leave her vagina and move to satisfy her clit’s needs. She rolls the hard swollen shaft, bringing it as far to the side as it will go and then letting it escape under her hard pressing fingers. It is almost painful to do that, but she likes to play on the very edge of pain.

When she feels that her shaft took everything it is able to take, she switches her attention to the head. There is no need to move the hood anywhere -- her clit is so swollen, that the round button is right there, not being shy and hiding under the hood, but proudly standing out, just waiting to be touched.

At the first touch her whole body stiffens.

“Stop! Take away your hand!”

What? Why?! She is so close! She needs to cum!

“Pleeeese!”

“No! You will cum when I say you can cum. Tonight this is my pussy, not yours, and you can cum only when you have permission to do so.”

Her body relaxes a bit while he speaks and she finds all this… exciting. She never thought she would, when she read stories about about orgasm control, they made her uncomfortable -- how could she give somebody the right to tell her when to cum and when not? This is like giving away the right to see, or to breath.

But now, when it actually happening, she feels relief. If she can’t cum, she does not need to rush anywhere. She relaxes on the couch, her hands at her sides.

She looks up at him:“Now what?”

“Now, you will put your hand where it was and start again. But this time at the first sign of getting too close you will stop on your own, take your hand away, count aloud to ten, and start again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” there is a pause, he looks at her expectantly, like her grandfather used to look. Paul is much younger, but it is the same expectant look, like she is supposed to say something, that she forgot.

“Yes, Sir?” she offers.

“Good girl. Now, let me see you play with yourself some more.”
 
Part 14

AnnieLit said:
The way she wants him to touch her… If she will allow herself to think about that, she will just daydream till morning, so he chooses to ignore that part of the directions.

She closes her eyes and drops her head on the back of the couch.

“No! Eyes on me!”

Same man, same voice, but he sounds very different now. Did she do something wrong? Her eyes fly open.

“Sorry,’” she mumbles and the mood is lost for a second.

But when her eyes find his, she knows that he is right. When she closed her eyes, she went into herself, into her private pleasure, only this is anything but private -- she is on full display, performing in front of him, for him.

His eyes hold hers and she starts again, slowly placing her hand between her legs. She is so wet! She dips a finger into her dripping pussy and spreads the wetness upwords, over her clit. At the touch her first reaction is to close her eyes again, but she catches herself and with an effort keeps them open, keeps them on him.
“Good girl, “ he smiles at her, “keep going, I like how wet and needy you are.“

She caresses her outer lips, then dips two fingers in and easily finds the ridged spot inside. Yes, right there! Just a bit of light pressure and a warm wave starts to radiate through her body. She is so aroused that she knows she will not last long.

Normally, when she plays by herself, she is pretty quiet, the only sounds she makes are just the fast breathing and maybe a barely audible moan as the first spasm of orgasm hits her. But now, in front of him, she feels the need to be vocal, to share the intensity of her pleasure, to make it joint.

As she continues to rub her g-spot, a moan rises in her throat and she lets it out. So starts her wordless song of highs and lows, of long slow moans when her fingers slow down, and fast rapid ones, when they move faster. She knows she will leave a wet spot on his couch, but she does not care.

Her other hand travels up and finds her breast. She squeezes lightly and smiles when she sees him nodding his head in approval. She finds her nipple and pulls on it. Mmmm… it feels good! She squeezes a bit harder and rolls the hard bud between her fingers. Her nipples are hardwired to her clit, when she does that, she can feel her clit jumping in place, screaming for attention.

Her fingers leave her vagina and move to satisfy her clit’s needs. She rolls the hard swollen shaft, bringing it as far to the side as it will go and then letting it escape under her hard pressing fingers. It is almost painful to do that, but she likes to play on the very edge of pain.

When she feels that her shaft took everything it is able to take, she switches her attention to the head. There is no need to move the hood anywhere -- her clit is so swollen, that the round button is right there, not being shy and hiding under the hood, but proudly standing out, just waiting to be touched.

At the first touch her whole body stiffens.

“Stop! Take away your hand!”

What? Why?! She is so close! She needs to cum!

“Pleeeese!”

“No! You will cum when I say you can cum. Tonight this is my pussy, not yours, and you can cum only when you have permission to do so.”

Her body relaxes a bit while he speaks and she finds all this… exciting. She never thought she would, when she read stories about about orgasm control, they made her uncomfortable -- how could she give somebody the right to tell her when to cum and when not? This is like giving away the right to see, or to breath.

But now, when it actually happening, she feels relief. If she can’t cum, she does not need to rush anywhere. She relaxes on the couch, her hands at her sides.

She looks up at him:“Now what?”

“Now, you will put your hand where it was and start again. But this time at the first sign of getting too close you will stop on your own, take your hand away, count aloud to ten, and start again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” there is a pause, he looks at her expectantly, like her grandfather used to look. Paul is much younger, but it is the same expectant look, like she is supposed to say something, that she forgot.

“Yes, Sir?” she offers.

“Good girl. Now, let me see you play with yourself some more.”
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Amy takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly. One hand moves to the nipple that had been left out earlier and she begins to rub, pinch, and pull at it. The sensation sends electricity down her spine and around to her belly. Her other hand returns to her swollen clit which is aching so intensely she can barely stand the touch. She obeys Paul’s command to pick up where she left off.

“Maybe if I play more with my nipples it won’t be so overwhelming” Amy thinks to herself. She begins to squeeze her breast, it feels so good. She has never played roughly with her breasts or nipples before, and she was enjoying the sensation. She could not believe how much more it made her clit ache. Without thinking about it, she slaps her nipple.

Amy lets out a moan, maintaining eye contact with Paul the entire time. Her eyes widen, surprised by her own reaction. Paul’s face never changes but she is certain she sees a smile begin to form at the corners of his mouth before suppressing it. A rush of pleasure shoots from her nipple directly to her clit again.

“That was fucking amazing” she muses out loud. Paul smiles this time.

“Do it again, but harder this time” he commands.

With her one hand still on her clit she slaps her nipple once more and lets out a similar low moan. This time her hips buck against her hand that is pressed against her clit. It feels like it is on fire and the friction from her fingers and her wetness are only leaving her wanting more.

Amy feels her wetness drip down her ass as she works her hips against her clit. She is so close.

“Please Paul, I need to cum” she pleads.

Paul smiles, “Not yet darling. You haven’t worked your other nipple like this one yet. It would be a shame to leave it out of the fun. I want to see you work them at the same time, so leave your clit for a moment and give those luscious nipples the attention they deserve.”

Amy reluctantly moves her other hand to her other breast and just as she is about to squeeze her plump, stiffened bud, he stops her.

“Hold on a moment.” Paul stands and walks around the glass table to Amy and sits at her side. Never taking his eyes away from hers, he runs a hand up one thigh, triggering her body to quiver uncontrollably. Paul pulls away.

“Hold still, baby. You’ll like this” he says in a low and quiet tone near her ear. His hand moves to her thigh and up to her dripping pussy lips. His index and middle finger hover for a moment, and then make one long, slow swipe from her ass to her clit, drawing up so much wetness that a strand connects to his fingers as he pulls away. He brings his fingers to one nipple and coats it with her juices. Circling, pinching, teasing, then finishing it off by blowing on it gently. Amy moans and bucks her hips wildly toward the sky. Her legs are splayed open as wide as they can possibly go. Paul smiles at her response and does the same to her other nipple. Coating, pinching, pulling, circling, then blowing softly. He loves how needy she is for him.

Paul leans and presses his lips against hers, hard. His tongue forces its way into her mouth. Amy meets his tongue with hers but struggles against the forcefulness of the kiss. It feels like he is trying to possess her, and she loves it. She wants to be fucked by him so desperately. His hand travels south to her entrance once more and just as she thinks he is pulling his fingers away, they are shoved deep into her spongy, throbbing tunnel. Amy moans into his mouth and he fucks her pussy hard for only a moment and then pulls out two soaking wet fingers. Paul pulls away from their kiss and bites her bottom lip softly. He brings his fingers to her lips and wipes them across her mouth and then pushes them past her lips.

“How do you taste, baby?” he asks. She had never thought about it before and no one had ever asked. She looks up into his eyes and they darker now, dilated.

“Sweet, yet indescribable” Amy replies, struggling to steady her breathing.

Paul smiles. “You may resume now, Amy” he says, licking his fingers as he walks back to his chair.

Amy’s hands shoot to her nipples simultaneously. Her juices made a delicious lubricant and her scent on her nipples and mouth are intoxicating. She immediately begins to pull and squeeze each nipple. The wetness makes circling them with her thumb and fingers much easier and sends wave after wave of warmth to her core. Her back arches and she digs her heels into the couch. She sees Paul shift in his seat, visibly aroused. Amy decides to try slapping her nipples again. This time she slaps them both at the same time and her eyes almost roll into the back of her head.

“Eyes on me, Amy. Don’t you dare cum unless I say it’s okay.” Paul offers as a reminder.

Amy’s breathing becomes ragged as she repeatedly taps her nipples straight up and down.

“Holy FUCK!” she screams. She can barely hold back. Her moans turn to desperate cries.

“PLEEAASSSE!” she pleads.

“Yes Amy, you may cum, but no hands on your pussy. Keep working those nipples.” Paul replies.

She continues to tap, tap, tap each nipple harder each time. Her body starts to shake violently and she releases a guttural moan as her orgasm peaks. She taps until the wave begins to recede. Her hands slow until her breathing steadies and then lay over each breast, gently squeezing as her aftershocks pulse through her body. She had never experienced a nipple orgasm before! She didn’t even think she was able to do that!

“Good girl, Amy” is all he says as he stands from his chair and walks to her once more.
 
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