Her Turn

I know he watches me.  I can see him in the shadows.  But, he doesn’t frighten me.  I like this game he has created.

I watched him move in across the street.  He moved the few boxes he had quickly and with little effort.  His sweaty tshirt tossed helplessly aside.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the flex and release of his biceps.  The tension in his back and tightening of his muscles yearned for the soft touch of a massage.  I closed my eyes and I could see my manicured hands kneading away the stress.

I see his shadow in his window when I get home.  I didn’t at first.  I don’t know how long or how many evenings he was there waiting for me.  I could just imagine his hot, sticky body cooling in the breeze as he undressed from his heavy work clothes.

As he stood there undressed, I undress for him.  My tight skirt and blouse just aching to be tossed aside.  I wonder if he thinks of me at work, sitting at my desk while my skirt creeps higher and higher just enough to show the top of my stockings and the delicate clips holding them in place.  I wonder if he knows the tease of the fabric on my bare mound?  I pretend that he does.

I speak heavily into the phone as if it was his ear I was whispering in, leaning close enough to leave a lipstick trace and a trance from my perfume.  I know he wants me.

I imagine the hardness growing across the street as I clip my loose hair out of the way before slowly working on each button of my blouse perhaps lingering just a little longer on each button.

I wonder when he finally takes his cock in his hand, when he begins to shift with desire.  Is it when I take one bra strap from my shoulders at a time or does he wait till my frame fills the window and I let him get a view of my supple breasts?

I smile, maybe smirk in his direction.  I tease my nipples into attention.  As my nipples harden I can feel my clit swell and juices build.  If he wants to watch, then I must perform.

Slowly I enter the glass cock to my lips.  I push the shaft deep into my mouth as if I was swallowing him.  I imagine him squeezing his own erection a little tighter……maybe even tight enough to feel the slide of my pussy walls up and down his shaft.  I tease my inner thighs just a bit as I he would with his swollen purple head……..leaving a sticky trail of precum.  And, then as urgency erupts, I force the cock deep inside with one quick movement.  The sudden fill causes me to throw my head back and moan.  Instantly my hand is covered with my nectar as I continue to thrust myself.  My excitement builds as I feel his eyes on my sweet spot.  As my body quivers and orgasms almost uncontrollably, I can almost feel his own cock heat and explode.

Gaining composure and smoothing my skirt back down to cover my wetness like the closing of the shades, I place my precious friend back into the drawer for another day.

His Turn

She knows I watch.  I can tell from the smirk on her face.  The way she turns, or the way she runs her hands down her shapely hips to smooth her tight skirt.  The tight navy skirt that I imagine she wears to the office with the 2 inch heels, thigh highs, and garter belt holding her stockings in place.

Some days I imagined her in thongs and some days nothing at all.  Some days I imagined it was her talking to me as she hurried to make a phone call.  That smile.  Those sexy red lips.  Her eyes sparkled when the sun shone in through the windows.

The open windows that I watched her in……..

I know I come home hot and salty.  My heavy work clothes and boots cause tension and weight on my muscles.  But, she makes me forget it all.

I peer with lust and longing from my window to hers.  I keep my binoculars close at hand.  I’d get a telescope but my tiny apartment can’t house it……..so, I’ll watch this way.

I want her.  I want her to take her full pouty lips and suck my cock.  It throbs for her.  As my day ticks by, I find myself hurrying home before she does so I can watch.  I want to watch her as she enters the door from the street, disappearing into the bosom of the building and then reappearing through her front door as if by magic.  I want to watch her toss her keys to the side and slip off her heels, one-by-one.

I want to help.

As she slowly rolls down her stockings, I can’t ignore my desire any longer.  One hand holds the binoculars tight to my eyes for a quick glimpse of her pussy as she removes the confines of her day and the other hand frees my bulge from the denim keeping me prisoner.

My hot cock fills my hand as I stroke it.  It’s hot flesh burning the palms.  I love it.  I love to feel my veins swell while I watch her.  She is just teasing me, and I know it.  She flips that long soft blond hair around before piling it on top of her head.  She slowly unbuttons her blouse in such a teasing and succulent way that I must control my load from spewing on the window sill.

I know she feels me watching.

I feel her eyes burn in my direction.  She knows my cock is rocking in my hand mimicking the gentle then forceful thrusts that would stretch her pussy and send her to orgasm after orgasm.

Peeling the bra straps from her shoulders, she turns square in the window frame.  Freeing her large breasts she sighs and smiles.  Yes…..yessss…….  She cups her breasts one by one and massages the lines from the snug fabric away.  Her nipples harden under her breath.  My dick continues to thicken…….but, I have to hold on……just a bit more.

Without leaving sight she reaches into the drawer next to her.  I can make out the phallic shape.  My mouth waters just watching her.  I can feel the precum leaving a sticky trail as I pump my shaft.  Oh……

She runs the glass dildo around those immaculate lips lubricating it for her love hole.  Sliding the glass cock up the inside of her thighs, she hikes her leg high allowing me full view and ample room for entrance.  She plunges it in deep and fast.  I can almost hear her screams.  As she fucks herself and nestles her clit in between her thumb and forefinger, I can see the ecstasy on her face.  Yes…..that is my cock she feels.  I know she thinks it.  I can feel how tight her pussy clamps and holds me as she fights for her orgasm.  My own orgasm flowing through her as I squeeze my cock tight at the base and watch my cum spill out…..shoot out rather.  Leaving its mark on the window, I let the cum slide down.  I place the binoculars to the side and leave the window for another day.

The Fetish Series:

By my Master’s Hand

The two fingers slid in again, this time more quickly.

And out.

With each thrust of his mighty hand she squirmed.

“Ssssh, sssh,” I comforted.  “Do you trust us?”

She turns her beautiful green eyes towards me and bites her bottom lip.  It takes all my restraint not to lean over and kiss her.  That single seductive movement leaves me weak in the knees every time.  But, this wasn’t about me.

“Yes,” she barely escapes before Master’s hand thrusts forward and his thumb grazes her swollen clit.

“Comfort her,” Master instructs.

“Yes, Master,” I eagerly respond.

I raise to my knees on the cushion next to Vanessa.  Her long red hair beginning to dampen with sweat and cling to her naked body.  I gently blow on her heated skin as I move her hair out of the way.  I am pleased to see her nipples harden even more and the little bumps on her aureole constrict towards those perfect long peaks.

“Comfort her Mia!  Not turture her even more.  I can do that by denying her orgasm.”  Master justly reprimands.

“Forgive me, Vanessa?”

“Yes,” she again manages to escape.

I lean over her again where she sits with her flesh and beauty exposed.  Her knees wide open for Master’s pleasure and her hands tightly grasping her cushion.  My mouth fills with her cooled nipples.  I’m able to smell the lingering scent of her bath soap.  Aaahh, a freshly pampered pet.

“She smells so good, Master.”

“If you think her skin smells good then you should taste her juices.”

He has slowed his thrusts in and out of her slick hole.  Not to give me time to suckle her dancing pearl, but to cause an almost agonizing desire to cum.  He has fucked me this way before and honestly my own pussy was quivering with wanton desire.  But, again, this Pet was for him to enjoy first.  It was my gift.  And, to find someone in such a stark contrast of me.  You could say we were the perfect vision for the yen and the yang, her creamy vanilla skin and mine dark chocolate.

I eased my body over her lap so I could reach her hungry hole.  Master kept his fingers deep inside her slowly wiggling as I teased her clit from above.  My soft breast rested in her lap and my own sticky pussy was close enough to tease her.

“May I touch her?”  She asked Master.

“Look at me when you speak!”  he scolded.

(Oh, she has much to learn I thought, but pleased that Master was taking an interest to teach.)

“Sorry, Sir.  May I touch her?”  She pleads again as her eyes lock with his.

“Yes, Little Pet, you may.”

As I continue to lap the juices Master has made, Vanessa slowly explores body.  First my supple breasts grazing her thighs and then slowly up to my hot pussy.  I was freshly waxed and knew I felt good, but her soft hand caused me to shiver.  I let out a little moan not only because it felt good but to let Master know this Pet pleases me as well.

“Do you like what you see, Pet?”  Master questioned.

“Oh, yes, Sir, I do.  She is so beautiful.”

“No, she is my Perfect Goddess,” he corrected.

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you for letting me touch her.  May I taste her?”  Vanessa whispered as I gave her clit a tiny nibble.

“Don’t be greedy Little Pet.  You must prove yourself first.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I loved the way she purred Sir.  I know Master did to.  I could almost see the corners of his mouth turn to wicked grin when she spoke.

“Master, she is about to explode.”  Her clit was bright red and hot with desire.  I could hear her heavy pants.  I was patient for this orgasm.  I wanted to watch the pleasure from her release wash over her.  I move from her delicious mound and trace my tongue back to her breasts where I tease with a quick suck before finding her lips.  My fingers find her nipples and pinch and slowly roll.  My tongue crushes into hers and let her bask in the sweet taste from her own cunt.  I could feel Master pumping wildly into her hole.  Her body bounced, and I tightened my grasp on her nipples.  I release her mouth so we both could watch her pussy being fucked.  Master held her hips in place with his left hand pressing down on her pubic bone while his right hand feverishly fucked her.  His fingers moved so fast that it was hard to see them.  With each blurring thrust you could hear the smack and slosh of her pre-cum dripping from her hole and covering his hand.

“Oh, yes.” Master moans.  “You can do it.”

My own breath is held.

Vanessa begins in a slow shake.  I see her body flush and then almost violently convulse.  She lets out a wail as Master moans yes again.   Her juices squirt hard against the wall behind him.  She fights to regain control of her quivering body.  I kiss back the wet locks of hair from her face and kiss her lips gently.  As she enjoys her moment in Euphoria, Master whispers in her ear….

“I told you I could make you squirt.  All you had to do was Trust me…”

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2008
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