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I crawled. I crawled on my hands and knees, but I was looking across the
room. I wouldn't take my eyes off the operator.
My wife had told me that we were done and ready to leave. She told me to
thank the operator. She told me to crawl.
The operator was standing there. I started looking at her from the ground
up. The first thing I could see were her knee high heeled black leather
boots. They had four inch stiletto heels and were magnificent.
When my wife kissed her then unbuttoned her long form fitting coat, she
revealed her sheer black stockings, her lace garter belt, and her finely
scalloped underwire bra. I watched the operator spread her coat apart and
place her hands on her hips and thrust her pelvis forward, spreading her
legs and revealing herself to me. Then she reached out and used her
fingers to part her folds showing me her glistening pink inner region.
I was looking up from the ground at her black lace, sheer thigh high
stockings. I gazed at her black lace garter belt with the elastic clips
holding up the stockings. I saw her underwire black lace bra holding her
beautiful breasts up high on her pale white flawless skin.
Her hair glistened black in a long pageboy style. Her makeup was perfect.
Dark blue glistening eyes surrounded by black mascara and liner. Her red
lipsticked lips were parted. Her white teeth showed in what might
interpret as a cruel smile. I loved it.
But, I couldn't take my eyes from the bare unclothed spot between her
legs. It was absolutely gorgeous in it's absence of detail. She had taken
her fingers and spread her folds and I could see the pinkness glisten.
I looked at my wife as I crawled. My manicured and painted nails hit the
floor first and my knees second. I was aware of my lingerie, my panties,
and my padded bra. I could feel myself still leaking from my containment
that only stimulated me more hardly dampening the lust bursting in my
brain. My navy blue blouse, my shoulder length hair, my pierced ears, and
my pleated skirt all brought me ecstatic waves of joy.
It was my twenty-fifth birthday and my wife wanted to fulfill my most
erotic fantasies. She had gone on my computer to my private bookmarks and
read all my favorite stories from the sites that I looked at when I was
alone.
I had been begging to be caught and now I was relishing this day as I was
reborn.
When I reached my goal, I rose to my knees and began to kiss. I hesitantly
used my lips gently, running my tongue on the outside folds and lapping up
her juices. As I continued, her hands took my head and guided me. She
would place me in different spots and push when she wanted me to go
harder. I was an extension of her needs and followed her every move.
I didn't touch her with my hands. I held myself balanced in front of her,
giving up complete control. I gave myself up to her will as she pushed
herself harder into me and pushed the back of my head until I was almost
in pain.
It was wonderful. I had no control and was a part of her pleasure. I was
just a tool. I imagined myself to be her living vibrator.
I stretched out my tongue and licked in and out. I changed my rhythm and
strokes. I did everything I could do to thank her.
By the time the operator started to orgasm, my cheeks had grown numb and
my tongue was cramping. I dreamed of her consuming me, taking me inside of
her forever. She shook and quivered and I imagined I could feel her
pulsing with one wave after another of pleasure. I didn't want to move. I
wanted to feel her shiver and shake until she grew unsteady on her legs.
It was then that I reached out and grasped her buttocks gently at first
but continued to increase my pressure until we formed a single body
keeping her erect. I knew it was the right thing to do because I wasn't
pulled away but my head was embraced and stroked.
My lips felt bruised. My tongue was cramping. Pain radiated through my
neck and shoulders. I felt myself starting to have a mutual orgasm even
though my own genitals were restrained and cramped into a cage. Yet, I
felt the liquid pumping out into my panties and my body convulsing. It was
real. This went on forever until I collapsed to the floor.
I lay on the floor forever. I opened my eyes. As I slowly gained back the
strength in my body enough that I could open my eyes and look at the floor
in front of me. Slowly, I sat up and looked around. I was alone in the
room where I had spent the day.
It took me five minutes to gather enough strength to move to my knees,
then stand. I was shaky at first but had enough energy to move to the
chair where everything had been done to transform me. I sat down and
looked at myself. I found a towel and wiped the liquids off my face.
None of the makeup that had been sprayed into my pores had smeared. As I
wiped, I looked in the mirror and checked myself out. I saw a tube of
lipstick and applied it. It was the same deep red that the operator wore.
I found a mascara wand and applied it several times to my top and bottom
lashes. Then I carefully applied a coat of liner.
I smiled.
I was ready to find my wife.
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