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I stood very still and listened. There was Maddy’s deep breathing as she recovered. A full-throated Harley grumbled lowly down the street. The TV was still playing. What I did not hear was running footsteps, the slamming of a door or the starting of a mid-sized car’s engine.
“Hey, Maddy,” I said, “Catch your breath. I’ll be right back.”
“Wha?” came from prostate girl.
“Yeah, I gotta get something. Back in half a sec.” I went to the door.
Maddy sat up, sending her boobs into a bouncing spree, propping herself up on her extended arms.
“Like THAT?” She nodded at my swaying erect cock.
“It’s okay,” I replied. “Didn’t you say Chrissie would have left by now?” I darted through the door as she started to protest.
“But –“
“Don’t go anywhere,” I called back over my shoulder.
I went down the short hallway to find the blonde voyeur where we had left her; on the couch, curled with her legs tucked up, seemingly engrossed in women’s volleyball. Maybe she really liked tall girls in pony tails. That would explain why the nipple show was back on.
“Chrissie,” I said, announcing myself so she would know I wasn’t sneaking around. She glanced at me, then her eyes dropped to the fleshy rod extending from my crotch, and quickly jerked back to my face.
“Jesus, lover boy, shouldn’t you put that thing away? Better, go put it to use. Don’t let her cool down.”
“Not done yet,” I replied. “But I need a favor from you.”
She shook her head. “Not on your life. You already have a playmate. Be a good little horny Gyrene, go back in there and play.” She glanced at my cock again and lifted an eyebrow. “It looks like you are rarin’ to go.” She turned her attention back to the TV. “Use it or lose it, jarhead.”
“What? I can’t depend on you to be my fluffer?” I laughed, causing my erection to bob, and Chrissie’s eyebrows knitted together in a frown as she concentrated on ignoring me. “Not that I would turn you down, but I’m still good.” I bounced a couple of times on my toes, sending Mr Happy into oscillations. Chrissie’s face momentarily relaxed and a smile almost appeared before she went back to showing disapproval with her disregard.
“For now, what I want is to borrow your bedroom.”
She lost her feigned interest in the game and looked up, a different frown, this time of puzzlement, showing on her face.
“Why the fuck would you want my room? Use hers.”
“Not the room, but the bed.” I lifted the bag. She didn’t look at it. “I think you know why, Miss Snooty McSnoopy.”
She was silent and her lips worked into a moue.
“What do I get out of it?” she said skeptically.
“I promise not to jam the door closed.”
She looked at the tall girls on the court, then back at my cock. I flexed it for her. Her lips curled and she breathed deeply, her nostrils flaring.
“Okay,” she exhaled with apparent reluctance. “But I have conditions.” She looked back into my face.
“Those are?”
“Don’t wreck the place.
You can’t spend all night in there.
She washes the sheets.”
“All doable,” I agreed. I strode forward with hand extended. She pulled back, slapped it away, laughing as she sat up, her face showing pink.
“Dude, get the fuck out of here!” She looked away from my cock, now only inches away and at eye level, then back, then away again.
“Oh, Chrissie,” I spoke, “I actually do need one more thing.” I flexed Mr Happy again.
She watched it move. Her tongue darted out, a quick flick of pink that left her lips gleaming. Then she closed her eyes and said loudly”I’m not fluffing you!!” Her face turned full red. “You are such a pain in the ass,” she finished in a mutter. “What else?”
“Where do you keep your toy?”
“My what?” Now she was staring into my face again, hers much paler.
“You know, your dido, your vibrator, your magic wand — whatever you call it. I promise I’ll clean it when we’re done.” I thought for a second. “Well, she will.”
Her eyes were wide, and I could hear the wheels whirling inside her head. Despite herself, I could see she was mystified and, hopefully, enthralled.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“Nothing you haven’t done already.” I paused. “Probably.”
“You think you know that well?”
“Not at all. I’m mostly guessing. Other than you are hot as hell and like to watch, I mean, I don’t know nuthin’.”
Her slow grin was lop-sided.
“Top. Left. Dresser drawer. In the back,” she said slowly, deliberately.
“Thanks, C!” I bent over and kissed the top of her head, causing her to jerk back from my cock before it could smack her nose. “You’re the best.”
“You’ll never know,” she retorted.
“Likewise.” I turned and she slapped my ass. I was glad she couldn’t see my shocked expression. Never say never, I thought.
I waved good-bye as I walked away, flexing my butt cheeks as I went. I snagged the bottle of El Tesoro as I passed.
Chrissie’s door was still open after my mistaken entry. I imagined Chrissie’s Tuzla Escort teeth grinding, thinking of me in her inner-sanctum, doing God knows what with her buddy. I put the bag and bottle to one side on the floor, then stripped most of the bedding from the framed bed with one good heave. I left the material in a pile at the foot of the bed but tossed the pillows back on the bottom sheet. I next went to explore.
Her toy, I was pleased to see was a rabbit. I put it in the boudoir table drawer and stepped back to check my work. I nodded in satisfaction. Kinda sloppy but good enough for government work. It was time to collect my girl. I pulled up short, struck by a sudden idea. I went back to Chrissie’s dresser and went through her underwear, appreciating her sense of feminine style — lots of boy shorts – until I found a pair of panties that suited my purposes. These, I stuffed under the mattress.
Feeling very pleased with myself, I left the room.
“I heard you talking to her!” she blurted as soon as I walked through the door. “What did she say?” She paused, eyes grew more open. “Did she hear us fu–making out?”
Maddy was still on her bed, but she was kneeling at the edge of the mattress. She had put the blouse back on, tying it to recapture her boobs, but for some reason left her cut-offs on the floor so she was nude from the knot down.
“Yeah, hell of a thing,” I shrugged. “You were wrong! She’s still out there, didn’t go anywhere!” I leaned over and slipped an arm under her butt and the other around her back. “Come on, baby, we’re moving, relocating the party.”
“Wher — “Before she could finish, I lifted her from the bed — yay, Marine Corps physical fitness standards — and took her into the hall.
“Stan! She’s out here!” she cried, glancing down at her mostly nakedness.
“Oh, come on, Maddie, sush,” I said. “You guys have probably seen each other naked a dozen times at least.”
She fell silent for a second but I felt her tense up. As soon as I crossed the T, she knew where we were heading, she stiffened completely. She opened her mouth and I kissed her.
“Trust me,” I said, and stepped through. I saw her alarmed expression. “It’s okay, we have permission.”
She barked “PERMISSION?” in amazement.
I nodded. “Permission.”
“But why do we need to move?”
“Damn, girl, when are you going to start trusting me?” This as we crossed the threshold into Chrissie territory.
She shrugged in acceptance but looked around nervously.
I kissed her again and then dumped her on Chrissie’s bed where she, and her bits, bounced very pleasurably. She lay there giggling until the girl jiggling stopped. “Now what?” She lifted her arms as if to entice me.
I picked up the bag and shook it. Things inside moved, making various noises.
“Ready for your present?”
“For me?” she nearly squealed. “Oooooo, yessssss,” she purred, bringing her hands to stroke my hips. “Gimme!”
I dumped the contents on the bed.
She looked at the jumble and her purr died. She picked up the box and peered at it.
“What’s Astroglide?” she asked, looking up.
“Something you’ll learn to love,” I said, taking it from her and putting it aside.
She waved her hand at the remaining pile. “And all this?” She was unimpressed at her gifts.
“All good things come to those who wait,” I replied.
“Including you?” she asked, reaching for my somewhat flagging erection? “I’ve been way-innnnn.”
I picked out bold red necktie from the tangle. I quickly fashioned a four-in-hand knot and slid it down my cock, no longer a flag-pole, was still erect enough for this.
“Whatcha think of my cock-ring?” I asked, with a flourish of my hands.
“I think it makes you look over-dressed,” she smiled and pulled it free.
“I’ll take that, thank you very much,” I said, plucking the red cloth from her. I held out the open palm of my other hand. “Give us your hand, love.”
Her expression grew skeptical. I wriggled my fingers in invitation. She laid her left hand on my palm. I held her lightly and looped the red tie around her wrist. She gasped, her eyebrows shot upward and she pulled her hand back. It was too late, I had her. Her mouth opened but I interrupted before a word could emerge.
“Maddie, you have to trust me. How many times do we have to go over this?” I was a bit perturbed, but reminded myself this was all new to her.
She relaxed but didn’t look convinced. I passed the running end of the necktie twice around the standing. I smiled at her. Her mouth closed but her expression remained troubled.
“Remember what I told you.” I caressed her cheek. “I am going to challenge you but will never force you. Okay?”
She nodded then licked her lips nervously, far differently than Chrissie had done.
“You had a good time earlier, right?” I asked and continued fashioning the knot, looping the free end back around from the two earlier turns and tucked it in. I cinched it snug around her Gebze Escort wrist and smiled again. “Right?”
“Uh-huh.” She was barely audible.
I pressed her backwards, down onto the mattress and kissed her. It began lightly but we both wanted more so we allowed rising passion to deepen it. Our tongues were dancing with one another by the time I remembered I had a job to finish. I took the red and green silk ties in my hands and pulled them up and apart.
“Worried?” I asked.
“Not anymore,” she responded. “I’m gonna trust you.”
Which is not the same thing as actually trusting me, but it is a start, I thought.
Sure enough, the troubled expression had fled. A coy smile was in its stead. I bussed her and then slid down to the foot of the bed. Knowing what was coming, she offered up her feet, one after the other. Using blue and yellow neckties, they were bound in short order.
She had risen on her elbows to watch.
“Now what?”
I slapped her hip. “Butt up,” I commanded. She lifted herself and I had to resist going down on her again. I grabbed a pillow and slid it beneath her. I held up the last strip of black cloth and moved beside her head.
“Now we get serious,” I stated. Our eye contact vanished as I looped the scarf once, twice, around her eyes. I noticed her breathing and changed, coming faster and more shallow. I tied off the make-shift blindfold, held her face with my hands and kissed her forcefully, catching her lower lip between my teeth and sinking in nearly to the point of drawing blood. She met my ferocity but was left with mouth agape when I abruptly abandoned the kiss and bounced the bed a bit but otherwise didn’t move.
I waited, sitting still. I barely breathed through my open mouth. After a minute, perhaps, less. She turned her blind eyes to one side. She listened. Then she turned to the other and, again, listened.
“Stan?” Perhaps there was some strain in her voice.
She repeated the head turns and I saw wrinkles in her forehead.
“Stan??” Oh, yes, this time there was a quaver.
I slipped my fingers around her neck, and she shrieked. She would have shot off the bed if not being held down. I slid the fingers over her collar bone and onto her bound breasts.
“Jesus FUCKING Christ,” she snapped. “You scared the hell out of me!” I said nothing.
She pushed her chest upward, inviting me to play. I hooked my fingers into the edges of her blouse and abruptly tugged, setting them free once more. She groaned and reached for me, neckties dangling.
I intercepted her hands and pushed them back to the metal framed headboard. I straddled her chest and, starting with the right, secured her wrists to the metal using half-hitches. I rubbed my cock across face and lips, avoiding her lunge to capture it and rose from the bed. Quietly, I went to the metal frame footboard. She twitched when I touched her foot, but didn’t resist as I tied it off. Walking to the other side, I traced my fingers up her leg, onto her thigh, across her lower belly at the pubic hairline, and then the same route to the other ankle. I loved how she squirmed while I did so. With a couple of loops and tugs, she was lashed down at four points.
I soaked up the vision of the heavy breasted woman, auburn hair disheveled, boobs pushed forward by her blouse, wrists tied to the headboard, legs spread wide, also held in place. I felt my cock resume its previous hardness. I wanted so badly to sink it into her.
“Stan?” she softly called, again unsure of my location.
I made no reply, but I moved silently to the Astroglide box I had taken from her earlier. Her head whipped toward the noise it made as I tore it open and took out the tube.
“Stan?” she said again, this time with curiosity.
I went to the boudoir table and eased the drawer open. She must have heard it slide and turned her head. I twisted the cap off, punched the foil cover, and lightly coated Chrissie’s rabbit before laying it down. I went to the tequila and cracked it open. Again, her head turned toward the slight sound.
“What was that?” she asked.
No answers for her.
I took a swig, just a small one to feel the pleasant burn. I tipped the bottle again, but held a small amount in my mouth. I padded to her and stood beside the bed, letting the silence linger. When she started to turn her head back and forth, questing again. I leaned forward. She sensed my body heat and lifted her face. I kissed her and when I felt her lips willingly part, I opened my mouth and let the tequila enter her mouth followed by my tongue. She gave a grunt of surprise and jerked her head, but swallowed. Our tongues danced again. My hand cupped her bare mons which brought a hiss from her.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.
“Whatever –” I began.
“You want,” she finished in a throaty voice.
I rubbed her clit briskly across with three stiff fingers, each bumping over it rapidly and she called out, writhing against her restraints. Aydınlı Escort I stepped away, leaving her moving, deserted, and seeking more contact. I went to the table and reclaimed the rabbit.
“Come on, Stan,” she groaned writhing on Chrissie’s bed. “Stop teasing me.”
But the whole idea was to tease her, to leave her guessing as to what would be next. And to trust me.
I moved to the foot of the bed and leaned over her pussy. I blew gently on her fat lips and her hips tilted to meet the airy caress.
“Yessss,” she hissed, pressing back into the mattress to raise her hips higher.
I put the fingers of my free hand on either side of her pussy and spread the lips apart. She sighed. I flicked my tongue against her clit once, twice, thrice. Her body flinched with each fleeting contact and she dropped onto the pillow I had put under her butt.
I brought the rabbit between her lips, touching the entry to heaven. With a sharp intake of breath, she went still. I licked her clit again. She arched her back. I steadily pressed the rabbit into her, gently screwing it into her until the little ears reached her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Stan,” she moaned, “what is that?”
Then I turned it on and she would have flown off the bed if she had not been tied to it.
“Stan!” she cried. “STAN!” She pulled against her bindings. I took a pillow and wedged it between her thighs to hold the buzzing toy in place.
“Oh, God, oh God, ohGODohGOD!” she wailed.
I left the room, shutting the door behind me.
“I’m gonna cum!” she called behind me, through the door. “I’m gonna — I’m cumminnnnnnng!”
She shouted some more stuff, but I had other things on my mind
When I entered the living room, Chrissie was on the couch facing the hallway, legs splayed apart one hand working in her shorts and the other cupping an exposed breast. Women’s volleyball seems to have been forgotten. Upon seeing me, she scrambled to her feet, pulling her hands free and tugging her shirt over her small, but delicious looking tits.
“Hey, C,” I asked, nonchalant in my nudity. I mean, hey, by now we were old friends, right? “Do you know where Maddie keeps her toy?”
She threw a pillow at my groin.
“Get that thing away from me!” she laughed. “What the fuck are you doing out here!? And why would I know that?”
I laughed back at her and, taking the pillow, used it to cover my private parts. I then shifted it to cover my bottom and left.
From the other room, through the door, I could hear Madeline groaning, moaning, calling my name, then calling Chrissie’s name. I paused at that. Why call for Chrissie?
In Maddie’s room I poked around. I found, and put aside, a pair of blue pantyhose. I turned as I closed the last drawer of her dresser and saw Chrissie in the doorway. She was leaning with her back to the door jamb, her arms crossed over her breasts. She did not look happy.
“How long is that,” she jerked her thumb toward her bedroom, “going to go on?”
I walked to Maddie’s bedside and opened the nightstand’s drawer.
“Ohhh,” I said distractedly, shifting the drawer contents around, “until I’m ready for phase three.”
“Phase three? Of what?”
I paused, looked up at her, and flashed a smile. “Operation She-Cums-A-Lot.” I turned my attention to the drawer and was immediately rewarded. “Ahhhh!” I held up a silvery rounded tube for her to see. “Bingo!”
“Do I want to know why you need two dildos?”
“Simple, my dear,” I replied, examining the gadget. It looked like this — I flipped a switch and a soft purring sound was heard and I fingertips were vibrating. Then this knobby looking thing must be — I twisted it. The purring stopped and my fingers were back to normal. I twisted it in the opposite direction and a low growl filled the room and my fingers were tingling. Perfect! I flipped the switch, killing it. “I don’t need two dildos. She needs two dildos and that’s because I don’t have two cocks.”
I looked at Chrissie. “Why are you still here? Maddie thought you’d be gone by now.” I asked.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Besides the fact I don’t like being chased out of my own home? I’m not sure I can trust you.”
Great, trust issues again.
I blinked. “Wow. Thanks for the honesty. And here I thought we were friends.” I took both the hose and the vibrator and moved toward the blocked door.
“Yet,” I said as Chrissie stood her ground, blocking my exit.
“Yet?” she repeated.
“You can’t trust me yet. Ya gonna let me by?”
She shook her head and her lower lip came out which I suppose was meant to show resolution but just made her look like a stubborn kid. A stubborn kid with a great ass and rack, but still a stubborn kid.
We looked at each other for a few long seconds. I couldn’t figure out what she was about. It’s not like she could cock-block me. Her housemate was hot for my cock so she would have to cock block the both of us. She raised her chin. I sighed.
I turned on the vibrator and adjusted the speed to purring.
“As long as you are here,” I said, bringing the shiny thing to her shoulder, “and as long as she is ‘borrowing’ your toy,” I moved the blunt head to her neck. “Do you want to borrow hers? Fair is fair…”
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