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The dinner had been exquisite. They had briefly discussed how to continue their affair. Ingrid was getting a little tipsy, so it would not be fair. As a compromise, they had agreed to discuss it over breakfast.
The Taxi stopped a few hundred meter from his house. The streets were dark and empty. They had walked a few meters, just enough for the taxi to drive off, when she felt something cold around her wrist.
“Hey, what is this?” she laughed.
“Just give me your other hand, Ingrid...No, behind your back.”
Giggling, she let him handcuff her. He had, of cause, revealed his name during the evening, but the name did not really seem right for the situation. One of Ingrid´s close relatives bore the same name, so she simply called him “L”. She knew she was helpless, yet she felt completely safe in his company. The side-walk was narrow, when they met a woman walking her tiny dog, Ingrid had to walk in front of him. She could feel that he was holding on to the chain between the cuffs.
“Wait a bit” he said, while the lady probably still was was within ear sight. Ingrid stopped, trying not to smile. They were right under one of the few street lights. She could see the dog walker disappear. He opened her coat.
“Not...here..?” she whispered.
“of cause not, silly”
His hands were on her hips and he kissed her lips quickly. Then his hands found the spot where her skirt was closed.
“But you are wearing way too much clothing, honey…
He let the skirt hang across the chain. The he knelt and quickly took her panties off. She was giggling. The autumn air felt cool against her groin as they walked towards his house. They walked on in silence. He had his hand on her butt, under the open coat. They turned up the garden path. This time they were heading for the main entrance. The automatic lights turned on. He took the cuffs off and helped her out of the coat.
“As long as you are my pupil, you are not allowed to enter this house unless you are at least partially naked” he said in a stern voice.
“Seems fair”
She entered the hallway wearing high heeled boots, stockings and a loose off-white blouse in thin, Indian cotton. He took her hand and led her through the ground floor of the house. There was a counted separating the kitchen from the dining room. He told her to sit, so she sat on on a bar stool, while he found a bottle of Champagne. Found two tall glasses and opened the bottle without sending the cork into orbit. They drank.
“So...” he said,”have you...regretted our little agreement, Ingrid?
He was on the other side of the counter. She put her elbows on the counter and rested her head in her hands, looking in his eyes.
“No” she said. He pressed a white pill out of a blister pack and wash it down with a mouthful of Champagne.
“Viagra” he explained. Then he took the handcuffs out again and put them on her wrists, this time in front of her body. Then he softly kissed her lips softly. Her lips were parted, but he moved away quickly.
“I have...friend that share my...dark secrets….I might feel tempted to invite one or two to...share you if we decide to continue after tomorrow.
She grabbed his hand with both her chained and held it.
“How long does it take to work?
“About an hour, why?”
“This shirt is washable...you don´t have to take it to the cleaners”
“Ohh, do you want to be taken...downstairs?”
“I don´t really decide anything...”she began, and pause to sip from the glass he held to her lips, “but I need to pee pretty soon”
The stool fell over as she got down from it. She had to stand on her toes to kiss him. She saw him getting his phone out.
“My...friends might need a photo of you...”
She took her glass and emptied it in two large gulps.
“Video is better…
“Are you sure?
“Yes…
She took the bottle and started towards the basement stairs.
“I am recording…
She paused in the doorway and looked at the lens over her shoulder.
“Hi..my name is Ingrid..i am 24 and I am from Copenhagen...follow, see what he is forcing me to do...”
“You don´t seem very forced right now..”
She began to descent. Slowly and carefully, because of her high heels.
“I am still being trained…
“No, it´s on the right..
She turned the lights on in the bathroom, then turned the main off, so only the one above the sink was on. Then she smiled at the camera.
“No, don´t take the boots off...I´ll pay for new ones if they get ruined..
Ingrid climbed into the avocado-coloured bathtub and after a bit of hesitation, put the plug in. She sat squatting, facing him and her thighs were spread wide. She took a drink of Champagne directly from the bottle. Then she closed her eyes, reached out and held on to his belt as she began to pee.
“I´ve never been filmed like this before” she giggled.
“Well, do you like it, Ingrid?”
“It´s okay…
She began opening his belt. Smiled up at him as she opened the top button in his pants. The she pulled the zipper down and pulled his cock out.
“Can I ask of one little favour?”
“Maybe...What?”
“That you look at me while you pee at me, sir!” she said and leaned back against the tiled wall. One hand was on her thigh, the other under her breasts. She saw him pull the foreskin back.
“Not my blouse” she laughed as the first jet landed on her tits, soaking the cotton.
“Where do you want it?”
“Anyw...” was all she could say before he aimed for her mouth. He put his free hand on the back of her head, puling her closer to him. His urine ran out of her mouth and down her body.
“Little slut..” he said softly, “now you need to shower again….”
He sat on the closed toilet seat, drinking Champagne, while she showered, brushed her teeth and removed her ruined make up. It was very few partners that she allowed to see her like this, but this was not really a normal situation. She turned to him, naked and as natural as she could be. He rose and quickly kissed her forehead.
“You are very beautiful as you are, Ingrid, but I need you to be an elegant lady…
Her jaw dropped. Then she stormed past him to get her purse. No man had ever talked to her that way!
Yes, she considered walking out on him, but…
The hallway of the house was in semi-darkness. Some lip-stick, some eye-liner, a bit of mascara, that would have to do. After all, she would have to take it all off again, before going to bed, and it was almost midnight. Suddenly he is behind her, embraces her from behind, but as she put her hands on top of his, he quickly clicked the cuffs back on both her wrists. A bit tighter this time.
“Now, put your hands behind your back, please” he said softly.
Ingrid slowly lifted her hand, now in chains and folded her fingers behind her neck. His hands were on her large, firm its now and she could feel his erection against one buttock. Then he kissed the side of her neck. He moved a little behind her. Now she could feel his cock between her buttocks, not...entering her, just being there.
“You are a very beautiful young woman, Ingrid, but there is so much you need to learn..”
“I know”
She was standing with her legs close together and without realizing it herself, she had bent at the hips, a tiny bit forward.
“Not so fast, honey, we have plenty of time…
She heard a soft rattling, as if something like a condom being opened. Then she almost jumped. He put a finger deep into her rear.
“Can you get down on your knees..?
She nodded silently. The finger slipped out of her again. There was a Persian rug in the middle of the hall floor, the rest was what looked like marble.
“Now, on all four,” he said and sighed softly as he followed behind her, “and please spread you beautiful legs for me..”
She did what he asked her for. Got down on her knees and elbows for him. Something cool landed on her behind and what felt like 2 fingers penetrated her rear.
“I think that we will save your little pussy for tomorrow...”
She gasped. She wanted to say to him that she wanted to be fucked but she said nothing. This was a game, after all.
“Do you realize how many men stare at your arse, every time you walk through the train?”
She shook her head and frowned. He began to conquer her behind for the second time that Friday. Filling her.
“Your eyes, your gorgeous tits, but most of all that wonderful arse you have...
Her knees were slowly sliding on the rug. She would soon be lying flat on her belly. He had his hand around her, fingers began to play with her pussy. Good, but not quite what she had hoped for. She was lying flat now, each time he moved above her, the temple of his hand would rub her clit gentle.
“Most men look after you, Ingrid..”
He had at least two fingers inside her plus his cock up her poor little arse. She was helpless, yet she felt save, in spite of the pain. The soft but constant pain from being fucked in the arse.
“Oh dear” she moaned softly.
“Both classy and slutty…
He was fucking her faster now. The pain was stronger, but still very bearable. She never knew what happened first, that he came, deep inside her rear…
Or that she came below him.
The Taxi stopped a few hundred meter from his house. The streets were dark and empty. They had walked a few meters, just enough for the taxi to drive off, when she felt something cold around her wrist.
“Hey, what is this?” she laughed.
“Just give me your other hand, Ingrid...No, behind your back.”
Giggling, she let him handcuff her. He had, of cause, revealed his name during the evening, but the name did not really seem right for the situation. One of Ingrid´s close relatives bore the same name, so she simply called him “L”. She knew she was helpless, yet she felt completely safe in his company. The side-walk was narrow, when they met a woman walking her tiny dog, Ingrid had to walk in front of him. She could feel that he was holding on to the chain between the cuffs.
“Wait a bit” he said, while the lady probably still was was within ear sight. Ingrid stopped, trying not to smile. They were right under one of the few street lights. She could see the dog walker disappear. He opened her coat.
“Not...here..?” she whispered.
“of cause not, silly”
His hands were on her hips and he kissed her lips quickly. Then his hands found the spot where her skirt was closed.
“But you are wearing way too much clothing, honey…
He let the skirt hang across the chain. The he knelt and quickly took her panties off. She was giggling. The autumn air felt cool against her groin as they walked towards his house. They walked on in silence. He had his hand on her butt, under the open coat. They turned up the garden path. This time they were heading for the main entrance. The automatic lights turned on. He took the cuffs off and helped her out of the coat.
“As long as you are my pupil, you are not allowed to enter this house unless you are at least partially naked” he said in a stern voice.
“Seems fair”
She entered the hallway wearing high heeled boots, stockings and a loose off-white blouse in thin, Indian cotton. He took her hand and led her through the ground floor of the house. There was a counted separating the kitchen from the dining room. He told her to sit, so she sat on on a bar stool, while he found a bottle of Champagne. Found two tall glasses and opened the bottle without sending the cork into orbit. They drank.
“So...” he said,”have you...regretted our little agreement, Ingrid?
He was on the other side of the counter. She put her elbows on the counter and rested her head in her hands, looking in his eyes.
“No” she said. He pressed a white pill out of a blister pack and wash it down with a mouthful of Champagne.
“Viagra” he explained. Then he took the handcuffs out again and put them on her wrists, this time in front of her body. Then he softly kissed her lips softly. Her lips were parted, but he moved away quickly.
“I have...friend that share my...dark secrets….I might feel tempted to invite one or two to...share you if we decide to continue after tomorrow.
She grabbed his hand with both her chained and held it.
“How long does it take to work?
“About an hour, why?”
“This shirt is washable...you don´t have to take it to the cleaners”
“Ohh, do you want to be taken...downstairs?”
“I don´t really decide anything...”she began, and pause to sip from the glass he held to her lips, “but I need to pee pretty soon”
The stool fell over as she got down from it. She had to stand on her toes to kiss him. She saw him getting his phone out.
“My...friends might need a photo of you...”
She took her glass and emptied it in two large gulps.
“Video is better…
“Are you sure?
“Yes…
She took the bottle and started towards the basement stairs.
“I am recording…
She paused in the doorway and looked at the lens over her shoulder.
“Hi..my name is Ingrid..i am 24 and I am from Copenhagen...follow, see what he is forcing me to do...”
“You don´t seem very forced right now..”
She began to descent. Slowly and carefully, because of her high heels.
“I am still being trained…
“No, it´s on the right..
She turned the lights on in the bathroom, then turned the main off, so only the one above the sink was on. Then she smiled at the camera.
“No, don´t take the boots off...I´ll pay for new ones if they get ruined..
Ingrid climbed into the avocado-coloured bathtub and after a bit of hesitation, put the plug in. She sat squatting, facing him and her thighs were spread wide. She took a drink of Champagne directly from the bottle. Then she closed her eyes, reached out and held on to his belt as she began to pee.
“I´ve never been filmed like this before” she giggled.
“Well, do you like it, Ingrid?”
“It´s okay…
She began opening his belt. Smiled up at him as she opened the top button in his pants. The she pulled the zipper down and pulled his cock out.
“Can I ask of one little favour?”
“Maybe...What?”
“That you look at me while you pee at me, sir!” she said and leaned back against the tiled wall. One hand was on her thigh, the other under her breasts. She saw him pull the foreskin back.
“Not my blouse” she laughed as the first jet landed on her tits, soaking the cotton.
“Where do you want it?”
“Anyw...” was all she could say before he aimed for her mouth. He put his free hand on the back of her head, puling her closer to him. His urine ran out of her mouth and down her body.
“Little slut..” he said softly, “now you need to shower again….”
He sat on the closed toilet seat, drinking Champagne, while she showered, brushed her teeth and removed her ruined make up. It was very few partners that she allowed to see her like this, but this was not really a normal situation. She turned to him, naked and as natural as she could be. He rose and quickly kissed her forehead.
“You are very beautiful as you are, Ingrid, but I need you to be an elegant lady…
Her jaw dropped. Then she stormed past him to get her purse. No man had ever talked to her that way!
Yes, she considered walking out on him, but…
The hallway of the house was in semi-darkness. Some lip-stick, some eye-liner, a bit of mascara, that would have to do. After all, she would have to take it all off again, before going to bed, and it was almost midnight. Suddenly he is behind her, embraces her from behind, but as she put her hands on top of his, he quickly clicked the cuffs back on both her wrists. A bit tighter this time.
“Now, put your hands behind your back, please” he said softly.
Ingrid slowly lifted her hand, now in chains and folded her fingers behind her neck. His hands were on her large, firm its now and she could feel his erection against one buttock. Then he kissed the side of her neck. He moved a little behind her. Now she could feel his cock between her buttocks, not...entering her, just being there.
“You are a very beautiful young woman, Ingrid, but there is so much you need to learn..”
“I know”
She was standing with her legs close together and without realizing it herself, she had bent at the hips, a tiny bit forward.
“Not so fast, honey, we have plenty of time…
She heard a soft rattling, as if something like a condom being opened. Then she almost jumped. He put a finger deep into her rear.
“Can you get down on your knees..?
She nodded silently. The finger slipped out of her again. There was a Persian rug in the middle of the hall floor, the rest was what looked like marble.
“Now, on all four,” he said and sighed softly as he followed behind her, “and please spread you beautiful legs for me..”
She did what he asked her for. Got down on her knees and elbows for him. Something cool landed on her behind and what felt like 2 fingers penetrated her rear.
“I think that we will save your little pussy for tomorrow...”
She gasped. She wanted to say to him that she wanted to be fucked but she said nothing. This was a game, after all.
“Do you realize how many men stare at your arse, every time you walk through the train?”
She shook her head and frowned. He began to conquer her behind for the second time that Friday. Filling her.
“Your eyes, your gorgeous tits, but most of all that wonderful arse you have...
Her knees were slowly sliding on the rug. She would soon be lying flat on her belly. He had his hand around her, fingers began to play with her pussy. Good, but not quite what she had hoped for. She was lying flat now, each time he moved above her, the temple of his hand would rub her clit gentle.
“Most men look after you, Ingrid..”
He had at least two fingers inside her plus his cock up her poor little arse. She was helpless, yet she felt save, in spite of the pain. The soft but constant pain from being fucked in the arse.
“Oh dear” she moaned softly.
“Both classy and slutty…
He was fucking her faster now. The pain was stronger, but still very bearable. She never knew what happened first, that he came, deep inside her rear…
Or that she came below him.
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