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I have never been one to write anything like this for public view please be kind when u read/comment on it. All involved are over 18. It is a story of my wishful thinking. Please enjoy!
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She slowly raises her eyes up toward the dark door as she hears the slight squeak of the door jam. Her eyes squint as the light peaks from behind the person in the doorway. The silhouette of a man enters. She rises to her feet to greet him.
"Good evening Sir, how may I help you?"
He barely gives her a nod and quickly moves past her. He goes to remove his jacket and she swiftly moves to help him with his jacket. Once removed she hangs it up in the closet. He nods to her once again and moves to his brown over sized recliner. He flicks the light on next to his chair. A sweet amber glow now lights the room. He non-chalantly watches her as he proceeds to turn the TV on and flip through the news channels. He flips the footrest up and she quickly goes to her knees before him, as she begins to remove his shoes.
The TV continues to flip through the channels as she moves his shoes to the closet under where his jacket hangs.
She turns around and meets his gaze. He the quickly moves his eyes to the dark green pillow next to his chair. She sees his eye movement and she briskly made it to her pillow before he spoke to her. He places his rough hand on her head and as he landed on a channel she begins to feel his hand drag down her hair. His eyes still on the TV she hears a whisper, "good girl." Shivers run down her spine and a wide grin appears, as she hears him. Slightly relaxing against his hand, she sighs.
He stops at the base of her neck. She snaps out of her moment of pause to look at him. He squeezes lightly and looks directly at her. His hand squeezes slightly harder as he speaks directly to her, "why are you dressed, girl?"
He voice shaking in reply, "Sir I apologize I wasn't expecting you this early."
His eyes drilling a hole into her, "you should ALWAYS expect me!" He releases his grip on her neck and she swiftly removes her tank top and her jeans. Her fingers under her bra strap fumbling with the clasps to undo it. His eyes upon her as she does. He raises his voice again, "Stop!"
She stops immediately and looks at him, "yes Sir?"
His voice in a normal tone, "why are you wearing a bra and panties? Who were you expecting to entertain?"
Her cheeks turned crimson by the questions. She bites her lower lip as she quietly speaks, "Sir, I wasn't expecting you this early. Wasn't expecting to entertain anyone but you."
He lowers the footrest and stands then proceeds to walk toward her. His hand entangles her hair as he forces her head to look at him, "If you only were expecting to entertain me you would not be wearing them! Leave them on and get to your pillow."
He walks out of the room as she places herself on the pillow. With the TV going she can barely her him mumbling. Knowing he is on the phone, she strains to hear what he is saying. All she could hear was "okay thanks."
He walks back to his chair sits and puts the foot rest back up. He watches a few more minutes of the news as his hand goes back to her hair. Grabbing her hair and roughly turning her to face him. "You will do as I say and only as I say. I want nothing out of you unless I tell you. You can now say "yes Sir"."
Terror runs through her body as she responds with a shaky, "yes Sir."
The table with the light on it has a drawer in it. He opens the drawer and he quickly plucks out a black blindfold a rope for her wrists. With a slight gasp, she looks to him and he quickly puts the eye cover on and grabs each wrist wrapping with the rope.
She lowers her head while closing her eyes behind the blindfold, as things run through her mind. Biting her lower lip she slowly shakes her head hoping he doesn't see. She gently pulls at the ropes to see how much movement she has. Hoping he didn't notice her movements she quickly stops. Warm tears begin building behind her eyelids as she fights against her own feelings for him and the anger within herself for upsetting him. As the battle continues within her, she hears knuckles rapping on the door. When it dawns on her what the noise was she pushes her body back against his chair attempting to hide from whatever or whomever it may be. He stands and walks to the door reaching to answer it. As the door squeaks with a slow opening she attempts to hear what is said, "glad you could make it. She is by my chair, please come in."
She squishes herself more into the side of his chair as she hears the door abruptly close and feels the breeze of movement past her. As her smell was heightened due to the loss of eyesight, she noticed the guest was smelling of a minty sweet something. Not knowing what the smell was nor who it was he was bringing in.
She then relaxes a bit knowing they are in the next room. Still trying to hear what is said she moves slightly but again only able to hear the men mumble. Then as she hears words becoming clearer a slight chuckle is hear and they are in front of her.
"Well this is her. You may use her if she fits your needs."
She feels unknown rough hands grab her left breast through her bra and squeeze. Then released it and moved quickly to her arm, pulling her up to stand her before him. In a gruff voice she hears his reply, "she will do."
The simple reply to him, "good."
The unknown rough hands then pulled on her hips toward himself. She felt his slight bulge on her inner thigh. To hold in her chuckle she bit her lower lip. She felt one of his hands leaving her hip. Hearing him reaching into his pants pocket for something, feeling a cold metal object come out of his pocket as he places it against her chest.
He said in the same gruff voice, "don't make me mad girl." The metal thing clicked as he finished the last syllable. He grabbed her bra and cut it between her breasts. Making quick scraps of fabric of her bra, then lowered his hand to her hip again doing a similar motion slicing each side of her panties. As her panties fall to the floor she tries to cover herself as she pulls against the wrist restraints.
Stepping back from her, he took her all in, looking her up and down. She feels his eyes on her and again attempts to cover herself and crosses her legs. He then walked behind her and with a quick hard smack his hand made contact with her ass. Catching her off guard she jumped a bit, with a small squeal, "owwy." He simply states with his gruff voice, "don't do that again or I will make this worse for you, girl."
She lowered her head in shame, un-crossed her legs and attempts to remain as still as possible. She still feels his eyes on her and her cheeks become a bit pink with embarrassment.
She hears a zip of a man's pants zipper become undone and the sliding of pants down and drop to the floor. His rough hand on her hip to hold he in place and again with the other a hard smack on her ass again. At this point she feels a bit of moisture making it's way down her leg. He smacks her ass rapidly five more times.
He releases her from his grip and steps back to view his work. Her ass is reddened with his hand prints. He smiles to himself and looks lower and sees the glistening of her wetness dripping down her legs. He walks up behind her his hard cock placed between her ass cheeks. He wraps his arms around her chest under her breasts as he whispers in her ear in his gruff voice, "I see you are wet. Are you wanting more?" As he finished his question he found her nipple and twisted it between his rough fingers. He released her and backed away from her.
Again she hears a mens pants zipper unzip. She slightly smiles as she knows they must belong to a familiar man. Just like the others' pants they fall to the floor as well. The chair next to her pillows' foot rest comes up with a click.
Suddenly she feels a rough yank on her arm and she trips falling against the arm of the chair with her breasts touching the thigh of the familiar man. A gruff, "Ha" comes from the man, followed with, "straighten your legs girl, I want your ass in the air and my artwork on display!"
A familiar hand begins rubbing and pulling her hair. The other familiar hand kneads her breasts and tweaks her nipples.
She quickly straightened her legs and her ass prominently in the air.
Again a rough hand on her hip and the other gliding up her inner thigh feeling her wetness as his fingers find her clit. He begins gently kneading it between his fingers. A soft moan is released from her lips. His fingers stop and are pulled from her instantly.
The hand in her hair makes a fist in her hair pulling her to his cock. Simply saying in his firm voice, "suck it!" As he finished saying the word "it" she felt her pussy fill and the rough hands pulling at her hips.
The hand in her hair pulling and pushing her up and down his shaft. Her breasts slamming against his familiar thigh as the rough hands forcing her hips against his cock. She hears noises from the men, both about to fill her as she moans herself. With a final slam from behind she feels him fill her, just as the grip on her hair tightens and her mouth is filled. She swallows taking it all and the rough hands begin to remove the restraints from her wrists as he comes sliding out of her.
The familiar voice says, "To your pillow, girl!"
She moves quickly to her pillow and sits on her knees.
The gruff voice says to the man, "Thanks, we will talk soon." She hears the pants get picked up off the ground and put on with a zip.
The door opens and closes as the man departs.
The familiar man removes her eye mask as she can finally see once again. She notices quickly his pants were not put back on, as his cock was in her face as she sat before him on her pillow. He looks to her as she looks up to him, "Sir, I am so sorry I will always be ready for you! Oh, and thank you for my punishment today, Sir!"
He reached out to her pulling her to her feet. "Let's go to the bed and take a nap."
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