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TALL TALE
by Zebulon
This is a work of fiction.? No reference to real persons
is intended.? It contains strong, non-traditional sexual
imagery and language.? If you don't like this kind of
thing, don't read it.
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being
posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site
where it is being posted.
?????????
Feedback is welcome.? [email protected]
(MF, Bond)
*?? *?? *?? *?? *?? Start of Story?? *?? *?? *?? *?? *
?I?ll never find someone to love,? Rachel thought in
frustrated anger as she stabbed at the doorbell.?
Moments crawled by before Javier answered.? He didn?t
seem surprised to see her.
?Date end early?? he asked with a half smile as she
stormed past him into his small apartment.? It was
almost comic to see them together.? She was six-four
and he was a full foot shorter.? From a distance he
could have passed as her son.
?Damn and double-damn,? she said with venom as she
plunked herself down at the table separating the
kitchen from the living area.? ?All I want is a decent
relationship.? Is that too much to ask??
It was a rhetorical question.? He didn?t answer.?
Instead he said, ?Coffee??
She shook her head sharply.? Glorious blond hair
swished in an angry swirl.? But the anger wasn?t
directed at him.? Javier had become her confidant ?
her best friend actually.? She loved spending time
with him when their busy schedules would allow.? He
was a great listener and a really deep thinker.?
?Goddammit,? she exploded as he took the seat across
from her, ?do you know what that fuck-wad said to me??
Javier half-smiled again indicating with a slight
raising of his eyebrows that he didn?t.? He knew she
was extremely pissed.? Normally, she never used
profanity.
?He said he liked me as a friend.?? Her eyes flamed
and then almost started tearing at the memory.? ?Last
month he said we had a future together and tonight he
likes me as a friend.? Then the jerk starts asking me
about Betsy Grant.?
Another eyebrow lift.
?One of the cheerleaders.? Betsy?s shorter than you
for Christ sakes.?? Rachel snorted in disgust and
continued, ?I finally find a tall guy who seems
interesting and he turns out to be a snake.? Not only
that, but he?s a wimp-snake.? You should have seen the
spineless rat?s expression while he was telling me all
this. . . .?? And she was off.? Talking with animation,
waiving her hands, raising her voice.
Javier listened with quiet intensity.? Never
interrupting.? He offered only an occasional look of
empathy or confusion.
Rachel was tall, indeed.? But more than that, she was
exceptionally self-assured ? almost domineering.? What
a combination.? And it had really crimped her social
life, because despite her strong personality she was
entirely feminine.? This was obvious in just about
everything she did.? In her style of clothing, her
walk, the fact that she?d kept her hair long even
during her volleyball days.? She was beautiful, she
was graceful, but she was no pushover.? Where was she
going to find a boyfriend?? There simply weren?t that
many tall men around, even on a campus as large as
theirs.? And she didn?t just want a tall guy.? She
wanted a strong personality.? A partner.? She wanted
a man who would make her really feel like a woman.
Rachel slapped her palm down on the table to emphasize
a point.? Javier didn?t flinch.? As he listened he
admired both her strength and her beauty.? They had
met the year before during their first days in the
graduate program.? They?d shared a class, traded
lecture notes, studied together.? They had become
close friends.? He was just as strong and self assured
as she but in a quieter, less flamboyant way.? She
continued to talk; he listened and continued to say
nothing.
An hour later Rachel finally ran out of steam.? Javier
nodded thoughtfully and let the silence build.? Then
something happened that had never happened before.?
She asked for his advice.? Oh, she?d asked for and
he?d given her lots of general advice about textbooks,
travel, taxes.? But she?d never before asked for his
opinion about her personal life.
?What should I do, Javier?? Join a dating service??
Take out an ad in the personals?? What?? I can?t go
on like this forever.? I need someone.? How am I
going to find him??? She sounded almost drained.
A long silence followed.? Javier stared at the table.?
Rachel waited.? He wasn?t like the other men who had
passed through her life ? all mouth and no intellect.?
She knew he?d really paid attention and was seriously
considering his reply.? He never offered a suggestion
unless asked and never gave one lightly.? But when he
did give advice it always seemed to work.? And he was
honest enough to tell her when he didn?t know.? He
never faked an answer.? So given the nature of her
problem she didn?t really expect him to have a
solution.
Rachel sat quietly, lost in moody thoughts.? She
stared through a black window into the darkness.?
Time passed.? Then she glanced over and saw that
Javier had been studying her.? She arched her own
delicate eyebrows.? ?Well,? she seemed to ask.
?Do you trust me?? he finally offered.
?Of course,? she replied almost without thinking.
Javier studied her face as if looking for something he
couldn?t find.? He repeated the question with emphasis,
?Do you TRUST me??? His voice was quiet but compelling.
?What was this?? Rachel wondered.? But she considered
the question carefully, and came up with the same
answer.? ?Yes, I do, Javier.? I trust you completely.?
He nodded to himself, looked away, and remained in
silent thought for a few more moments.
?OK,? he said.? ?I?ll be right back.?? Then he stood
and walked away leaving her bewildered.? She heard
his bedroom door open and the sound of rummaging.
He was back a couple minutes later holding what looked
like the sash from his bathrobe.
?Stand up,? he said in a voice of quiet command.
Rachel stood.? She looked at him questioningly.
He studied her for a long minute.? She truly was
magnificent.? Tall, beautiful, in wonderful physical
shape.? She had worn a lacy pink blouse on her date
with a matching blue jacket and skirt.? She also had
on high heels.? He smiled.? Six-four and wearing
heels.? He knew they made her feel more feminine.
?Turn around,? he said.
?What do you have in mind?? she asked.
He smiled.? ?You said you trusted me. . . .? So
trust me.?
She tried to read his face but couldn?t.? She glanced
down at the sash.? Then, taking a deep breath and
biting a nervous lip she turned.? He came up behind
her, removed her jacket, and hung it on the back of
the chair where she?d been sitting.? Reaching over he
took one of her hands, gently pulling it behind her,
and began tying the sash around her wrist.
For a moment, a newspaper headline flashed through her
head: ?CO-ED FOUND STRANGLED.?? ?What would her mother
say??? But she really did trust him.? She swallowed as
he took her other hand, pulled it back and began
binding her wrists together.
When he was finished he gently turned her around to
face him.? He was smiling.? She was about to say
something but he shushed her.? ?Don?t talk or I?ll
gag you.?? Something in his voice told her he was
serious.? She tested the binding and knew she wasn?t
getting loose until he let her go.
Javier reached up and gently stroked the side of
Rachel?s face.? She closed her eyes and let herself
drink in the sensation.? She felt more vulnerable
then she could ever remember.? She kept her eyes
closed, swaying uncertainly in her heels, as reaching
up with the other hand he began undoing the buttons
of her blouse.
Rachel trembled.
One by one he nimbly unfastened each button.? She felt
his touch through the cloth of her blouse or brushing
her bare skin with the back of his fingers.? She found
it surprisingly erotic.
Her trembling increased but she held her ground.
Carefully pulling her blouse out from where it tucked
into her skirt, he undid the last button.? Then
reaching under the silky cloth he slowly and sensually
begin to rub her sides.? He tweaked a nipple through
her bra.? She quietly gasped.? He was rewarded by
seeing the little bud erupt beneath the fabric.? He
rubbed some more and then tweaked the other nipple.?
Rachel felt a definite response between her thighs.?
She?d been with several boys and men in her life but
nothing before had ever made her feel like this.
Javiar reached in and around and with a deft flick of
his fingers unlatched her bra.? Rachel had very nice
breasts.? Not huge but large enough and extremely well
formed.? So when the bra was unhooked it rode up a bit
exposing the bottom of each globe.? He ran his finger
along the sensitive skin on the underside.? A quiet
moan escaped her lips.? He pealed the bra up and
palmed first one and then the other fleshy orb.?
Leaning forward he sucked a nipple into his mouth
and toyed with it as he pinched the other with
tender force.
Rachel sucked in her breath and opened her eyes.? She
hadn?t ever thought of Javier romantically.? She
looked at him as if for the first time.? He might not
be the most handsome man in the world but he was well
built for his size.? And he wasn?t bad to look at.
Rachel was having a little trouble keeping her balance
in the heels because of the storm of hormones being
unleashed by Javier?s tongue and fingers.? He stopped
and looked directly into her eyes.? She could never
read his thoughts through that funny half-smile.?
Taking hold of her belt he carefully led her to his
bedroom.? She?d seen the room many times through the
open door but she?d never actually been inside.? It
was nice.? Clean and simple.? The room was small.?
But the bed was huge, consisting mostly of a large
flat mattress with an ornate brass headboard.? The
covers had been swept off to one side where they lay
in a jumble on the floor.? All that was left was the
bottom sheet and a few pillows.? He maneuvered her to
the side of the bed and stood her there.
The kissing and licking continued as her belt was
undone and her skirt unzipped.? The garment fell to
the floor around her feet.? Javier pulled her
pantyhose down and helped her to sit.? Getting down
on one knee he removed her heels and pantyhose.? Then
she was surprised as he slipped the heels back onto
her bare feet.? He laid her on her back with her head
on a pillow and arranged her comfortably.? Or as
comfortably as she could be with her hands tied behind
her and her blouse and bra still dangling around her
arms.? He collected her other clothes and put them on
the dresser.
She watched as he removed his own clothes until he was
completely naked.? Rachel found she was a little bit
frightened.? But that was silly.? He wasn?t going to
hurt her and the worst that would happen would be that
they would have sex.? ?The worst that would happen.??
The phrase bounced around in her head.? Would that be
bad?? She wasn?t sure.? ?Trust me.?
Rachel didn?t know how she felt about what was about
to happen.? But as Javier climbed into the bed she
felt a powerful surge of lust.? Lying on her back with
her hands tied, some of her clothing hanging loosely
around her torso, and with her high heels still on,
she felt small and awkward and powerless.? Javier,
looming above her in the subdued reflected light from
the far room was a ghostly figure.? A demon or an
angel?? She couldn?t tell.
He leaned down and kissed her.? She closed her eyes
and let him.? The feel of his lips and tongue playing
around hers was a powerful turn-on.? His hands were
on and around her breasts again, running lightly over
her exposed skin.? She spread her legs a little without
even realizing she was doing so.? She felt her own
moisture and heat.
He shifted position and began kissing the side of her
neck.? He was incredibly skilled at this.? She felt
his hand slide down, past her breasts, across her
belly, and come tantalizingly close to her public
mound.? For minutes he did nothing but vary the
foreplay.? Rachel could feel the heat of a rash
creeping from her chest up to her chin.
Javier stopped and left Rachel panting.? He
repositioned himself so that he was sitting on her
belly.? Leaning forward, he kissed her again.? She
could feel his body pressing into hers.? The hair on
his chest stimulated her breasts and sent a new fire
of lust through her.? She suddenly realized, almost
as a shock, that she wanted him to fuck her.? But with
her hands tied she had no power.? He had complete
control and was driving her to a higher pinnacle of
desire than she?d never known.
He moved his legs between hers and sensually slid down
her body.? As he kissed her breasts again she could
feel his penis slide through the now wet valley of
flesh between her legs.? But he didn?t enter her.? He
kept moving downward until he was completely between
her legs and his hot breath was washing over the wet
flesh of her sex.? She didn?t feel his tongue but she
felt his fingers.? She felt her lower lips being
spread.? A finger dipped in and out of her several
times and then began to erotically circle her vagina
and anus.? She found herself almost trying to hump
his hand as her pelvis seemed to take on a rhythmic
life of its own.
He spent long minutes just toying with her.? Playing
with his fingers.? Letting her feel his breath on her
super-sensitive flesh.? By now she was covered in a
sheen of sweat.? Her breathing was labored.? She felt
an intense desire to come.
And just when she thought she couldn?t take it anymore,
he buried his face in her sex and began to stimulate
her clitoris with his lips and tongue.? ?Oh God!? That
was incredible.?? No one had ever taken this much
time and effort to turn her on.? For the first time
in her sexual life, she was the complete center of
attention.? She had never known anyone with such
skills.? She had never felt so small and helpless.
He brought her to the crest of an orgasm but stopped
before she came.? She groaned.? He plunged a finger
into her, licked her clit some more, and moved his
finger like a penis until she was again on the edge.?
And again he stopped before she came.? Her bound
hands were balled into fists.? He moved his finger
down and circled her anus again, licking sideways
against her clit as he did so.? She gasped and
pressed her pelvis upward against his face.? It was
difficult getting leverage while wearing the heels.?
She had a fleeting thought that she might puncture his
mattress.? He moved his hand back up and this time
pushed two fingers into her.? Despite her height, her
sex organs were of average size.? She was tight and
as his fingers pressed deeply into her as his tongue
went back to work.
Rachel?s mouth opened wide.? Her breathing was deep
and fast.? She didn?t know whether to laugh or scream
or cry.? The feelings were incredible.? She?d never
climaxed during sex before.? She learned how to make
herself come but only when masturbating in private.?
This was amazingly different.
His free hand wormed its way under her back and grasped
one of her cuffed hands.? She gripped him so fiercely
she was afraid she might hurt him.? But he squeezed
back with astonishing force of his own.? He pressed
his lips quite strongly against her clit.? He pushed
his two fingers into her ? hard, hard, hard.? His
tongue was whipping her clit with deliberate power.
And it happened.
There were no words to describe it.? Her mouth was open
but she couldn?t breath.? Her pelvis had ridden high up
against his mouth.? She screamed silently once, . . .
twice, . . . a third time as muscle contractions
overcame her.? She started breathing again and heard
the most astounding sounds of passion.? Was that
really her?
Javier had ridden her climax with consummate skill.?
Drawing it out, maximizing the pleasure, tapering off
before it became painful or unpleasant.
Rachel found she was crying.? Blubbering in fact.? That
had been sooo good.? She didn?t know what to do.
Javier lifted his face and blew a stream of cool air
over her wet sex.? She gasped at the new sensation and
continued to cry.? He rolled her over onto her belly
and untied her hands.? He removed her shoes.? Tenderly
he stripped off her now damp blouse.? Rolling her on
her side he removed her bra.
Once naked and on her side, Javier snuggled up behind
her.? His face rested against the back of her neck.?
His still hard penis pressed against the top of her
ass.? He had placed one arm protectively over her and
was softly cupping a breast.? As she wept he cooed
soothingly in her ear, ?Shhh, shhh, shhh? and
delicately rubbed the side of her breast with his
thumb.
Rachel was almost limp.? She was still weeping and
didn?t know why.
?Shhh, shhh, shhh.?
Eventually she became quiet.? For a long, long time
neither moved.? At first she couldn?t seem to think at
all.? Then she wondered why he had stopped there.? Why
hadn?t he entered her?? Was this some kind of
rejection?? Of course not.? In a flash of understanding
she realized his only concern had been for her.? A new
emotion hit her like a wave.? She felt loved.? Her
tears began flowing once more.? She really felt loved.
Rachel reached down for the leg pressed up against hers.?
It was a strong, well muscled leg.? She moved her hand
behind her back and felt his penis.? It had softened
considerably but was still inflated.? She gently
fondled it and felt it spring to full life.
Rachel moved her other arm under and behind her.? She
brought her wrists together and grasped his penis with
both hands.? She again felt his power and her own
helplessness.
Javier waited.
Rachel shifted position, skooched up, and spread her
legs a bit.? She tried to position him into her from
behind.? Once Javier was sure of her intention he sat
up and rolled her over onto her belly.? Without a word
or gesture from him, she had left her wrists pressed
together at the base of her spine.
He retied her wrists and massaged her clit until she
was hot and ready again.? Then positioning himself
between her legs he entered her doggy style.? She felt
him pumping with long measured strokes and could feel
his balls swinging up against her clit.? It wouldn?t
take a whole lot of that before she came a second time.
He loved her.? That much was clear.? He loved her, and
he wanted her, and he knew how to care for her.?
Javier knew how to make her feel like a woman.? Her
mind was in a whorl.? How did she feel about that?
As Javier hit his stride she heard the passion in his
breathing and felt the lust in his movements.? She felt
his body rhythmically pressing against her cuffed hands
and knew she was in love.
*?? *?? *?? *?? *?? End of Story?? *?? *?? *?? *?? *
TALL TALE
by Zebulon
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1)
proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it
is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to
the web site where it is being posted.
TALL TALE
by Zebulon
This is a work of fiction.? No
reference to real persons
is intended.? It contains strong,
non-traditional sexual
imagery and language.? If you
don't like this kind of
thing, don't read it.
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being
posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site
where it is being posted.
?????????
Feedback is welcome.?
[email protected]
(MF, Bond)
*?? *?? *?? *?? *??
Start of Story?? *?? *?? *?? *?? *
?I?ll never find someone to love,? Rachel thought in
frustrated anger as she stabbed at the doorbell.?
Moments crawled by before Javier answered.? He didn?t
seem surprised to see her.
?Date end early?? he asked with a half smile as she
stormed past him into his small apartment.? It was
almost comic to see them together.?
She was six-four
and he was a full foot shorter.?
From a distance he
could have passed as her son.
?Damn and double-damn,? she said with venom as she
plunked herself down at the table separating the
kitchen from the living area.?
?All I want is a decent
relationship.? Is that too much
to ask??
It was a rhetorical question.? He
didn?t answer.?
Instead he said, ?Coffee??
She shook her head sharply.?
Glorious blond hair
swished in an angry swirl.? But
the anger wasn?t
directed at him.? Javier had
become her confidant ?
her best friend actually.? She
loved spending time
with him when their busy schedules would allow.? He
was a great listener and a really deep thinker.?
?Goddammit,? she exploded as he took the seat across
from her, ?do you know what that fuck-wad said to me??
Javier half-smiled again indicating with a slight
raising of his eyebrows that he didn?t.?
He knew she
was extremely pissed.? Normally,
she never used
profanity.
?He said he liked me as a friend.??
Her eyes flamed
and then almost started tearing at the memory.? ?Last
month he said we had a future together and tonight he
likes me as a friend.? Then the
jerk starts asking me
about Betsy Grant.?
Another eyebrow lift.
?One of the cheerleaders.?
Betsy?s shorter than you
for Christ sakes.?? Rachel
snorted in disgust and
continued, ?I finally find a tall guy who seems
interesting and he turns out to be a snake.? Not only
that, but he?s a wimp-snake.? You
should have seen the
spineless rat?s expression while he was telling me all
this. . . .?? And she was
off.? Talking with animation,
waiving her hands, raising her voice.
Javier listened with quiet intensity.?
Never
interrupting.? He offered only an
occasional look of
empathy or confusion.
Rachel was tall, indeed.? But
more than that, she was
exceptionally self-assured ? almost domineering.? What
a combination.? And it had really
crimped her social
life, because despite her strong personality she was
entirely feminine.? This was
obvious in just about
everything she did.? In her style
of clothing, her
walk, the fact that she?d kept her hair long even
during her volleyball days.? She
was beautiful, she
was graceful, but she was no pushover.?
Where was she
going to find a boyfriend?? There
simply weren?t that
many tall men around, even on a campus as large as
theirs.? And she didn?t just want
a tall guy.? She
wanted a strong personality.? A
partner.? She wanted
a man who would make her really feel like a woman.
Rachel slapped her palm down on the table to emphasize
a point.? Javier didn?t
flinch.? As he listened he
admired both her strength and her beauty.? They had
met the year before during their first days in the
graduate program.? They?d shared
a class, traded
lecture notes, studied together.?
They had become
close friends.? He was just as
strong and self assured
as she but in a quieter, less flamboyant way.? She
continued to talk; he listened and continued to say
nothing.
An hour later Rachel finally ran out of steam.? Javier
nodded thoughtfully and let the silence build.? Then
something happened that had never happened before.?
She asked for his advice.? Oh,
she?d asked for and
he?d given her lots of general advice about textbooks,
travel, taxes.? But she?d never
before asked for his
opinion about her personal life.
?What should I do, Javier?? Join
a dating service??
Take out an ad in the personals??
What?? I can?t go
on like this forever.? I need
someone.? How am I
going to find him??? She sounded
almost drained.
A long silence followed.? Javier
stared at the table.?
Rachel waited.? He wasn?t like
the other men who had
passed through her life ? all mouth and no intellect.?
She knew he?d really paid attention and was seriously
considering his reply.? He never
offered a suggestion
unless asked and never gave one lightly.? But when he
did give advice it always seemed to work.? And he was
honest enough to tell her when he didn?t know.? He
never faked an answer.? So given
the nature of her
problem she didn?t really expect him to have a
solution.
Rachel sat quietly, lost in moody thoughts.? She
stared through a black window into the darkness.?
Time passed.? Then she glanced
over and saw that
Javier had been studying her.?
She arched her own
delicate eyebrows.? ?Well,? she
seemed to ask.
?Do you trust me?? he finally offered.
?Of course,? she replied almost without thinking.
Javier studied her face as if looking for something he
couldn?t find.? He repeated the
question with emphasis,
?Do you TRUST me??? His voice was
quiet but compelling.
?What was this?? Rachel wondered.?
But she considered
the question carefully, and came up with the same
answer.? ?Yes, I do, Javier.? I trust you completely.?
He nodded to himself, looked away, and remained in
silent thought for a few more moments.
?OK,? he said.? ?I?ll be right
back.?? Then he stood
and walked away leaving her bewildered.?
She heard
his bedroom door open and the sound of rummaging.
He was back a couple minutes later holding what looked
like the sash from his bathrobe.
?Stand up,? he said in a voice of quiet command.
Rachel stood.? She looked at him
questioningly.
He studied her for a long minute.?
She truly was
magnificent.? Tall, beautiful, in
wonderful physical
shape.? She had worn a lacy pink
blouse on her date
with a matching blue jacket and skirt.?
She also had
on high heels.? He smiled.? Six-four and wearing
heels.? He knew they made her
feel more feminine.
?Turn around,? he said.
?What do you have in mind?? she asked.
He smiled.? ?You said you trusted
me. . . .? So
trust me.?
She tried to read his face but couldn?t.? She glanced
down at the sash.? Then, taking a
deep breath and
biting a nervous lip she turned.?
He came up behind
her, removed her jacket, and hung it on the back of
the chair where she?d been sitting.?
Reaching over he
took one of her hands, gently pulling it behind her,
and began tying the sash around her wrist.
For a moment, a newspaper headline flashed through her
head: ?CO-ED FOUND STRANGLED.??
?What would her mother
say??? But she really did trust
him.? She swallowed as
he took her other hand, pulled it back and began
binding her wrists together.
When he was finished he gently turned her around to
face him.? He was smiling.? She was about to say
something but he shushed her.?
?Don?t talk or I?ll
gag you.?? Something in his voice
told her he was
serious.? She tested the binding
and knew she wasn?t
getting loose until he let her go.
Javier reached up and gently stroked the side of
Rachel?s face.? She closed her
eyes and let herself
drink in the sensation.? She felt
more vulnerable
then she could ever remember.?
She kept her eyes
closed, swaying uncertainly in her heels, as reaching
up with the other hand he began undoing the buttons
of her blouse.
Rachel trembled.
One by one he nimbly unfastened each button.? She felt
his touch through the cloth of her blouse or brushing
her bare skin with the back of his fingers.? She found
it surprisingly erotic.
Her trembling increased but she held her ground.
Carefully pulling her blouse out from where it tucked
into her skirt, he undid the last button.? Then
reaching under the silky cloth he slowly and sensually
begin to rub her sides.? He
tweaked a nipple through
her bra.? She quietly
gasped.? He was rewarded by
seeing the little bud erupt beneath the fabric.? He
rubbed some more and then tweaked the other nipple.?
Rachel felt a definite response between her thighs.?
She?d been with several boys and men in her life but
nothing before had ever made her feel like this.
Javiar reached in and around and with a deft flick of
his fingers unlatched her bra.?
Rachel had very nice
breasts.? Not huge but large
enough and extremely well
formed.? So when the bra was
unhooked it rode up a bit
exposing the bottom of each globe.?
He ran his finger
along the sensitive skin on the underside.? A quiet
moan escaped her lips.? He pealed
the bra up and
palmed first one and then the other fleshy orb.?
Leaning forward he sucked a nipple into his mouth
and toyed with it as he pinched the other with
tender force.
Rachel sucked in her breath and opened her eyes.? She
hadn?t ever thought of Javier romantically.? She
looked at him as if for the first time.?
He might not
be the most handsome man in the world but he was well
built for his size.? And he
wasn?t bad to look at.
Rachel was having a little trouble keeping her balance
in the heels because of the storm of hormones being
unleashed by Javier?s tongue and fingers.? He stopped
and looked directly into her eyes.?
She could never
read his thoughts through that funny half-smile.?
Taking hold of her belt he carefully led her to his
bedroom.? She?d seen the room
many times through the
open door but she?d never actually been inside.? It
was nice.? Clean and simple.? The room was small.?
But the bed was huge, consisting mostly of a large
flat mattress with an ornate brass headboard.? The
covers had been swept off to one side where they lay
in a jumble on the floor.? All
that was left was the
bottom sheet and a few pillows.?
He maneuvered her to
the side of the bed and stood her there.
The kissing and licking continued as her belt was
undone and her skirt unzipped.?
The garment fell to
the floor around her feet.?
Javier pulled her
pantyhose down and helped her to sit.?
Getting down
on one knee he removed her heels and pantyhose.? Then
she was surprised as he slipped the heels back onto
her bare feet.? He laid her on
her back with her head
on a pillow and arranged her comfortably.? Or as
comfortably as she could be with her hands tied behind
her and her blouse and bra still dangling around her
arms.? He collected her other
clothes and put them on
the dresser.
She watched as he removed his own clothes until he was
completely naked.? Rachel found
she was a little bit
frightened.? But that was
silly.? He wasn?t going to
hurt her and the worst that would happen would be that
they would have sex.? ?The worst
that would happen.??
The phrase bounced around in her head.?
Would that be
bad?? She wasn?t sure.? ?Trust me.?
Rachel didn?t know how she felt about what was about
to happen.? But as Javier climbed
into the bed she
felt a powerful surge of lust.?
Lying on her back with
her hands tied, some of her clothing hanging loosely
around her torso, and with her high heels still on,
she felt small and awkward and powerless.? Javier,
looming above her in the subdued reflected light from
the far room was a ghostly figure.?
A demon or an
angel?? She couldn?t tell.
He leaned down and kissed her.?
She closed her eyes
and let him.? The feel of his
lips and tongue playing
around hers was a powerful turn-on.?
His hands were
on and around her breasts again, running lightly over
her exposed skin.? She spread her
legs a little without
even realizing she was doing so.?
She felt her own
moisture and heat.
He shifted position and began kissing the side of her
neck.? He was incredibly skilled
at this.? She felt
his hand slide down, past her breasts, across her
belly, and come tantalizingly close to her public
mound.? For minutes he did
nothing but vary the
foreplay.? Rachel could feel the
heat of a rash
creeping from her chest up to her chin.
Javier stopped and left Rachel panting.?
He
repositioned himself so that he was sitting on her
belly.? Leaning forward, he
kissed her again.? She
could feel his body pressing into hers.?
The hair on
his chest stimulated her breasts and sent a new fire
of lust through her.? She
suddenly realized, almost
as a shock, that she wanted him to fuck her.? But with
her hands tied she had no power.?
He had complete
control and was driving her to a higher pinnacle of
desire than she?d never known.
He moved his legs between hers and sensually slid down
her body.? As he kissed her
breasts again she could
feel his penis slide through the now wet valley of
flesh between her legs.? But he
didn?t enter her.? He
kept moving downward until he was completely between
her legs and his hot breath was washing over the wet
flesh of her sex.? She didn?t
feel his tongue but she
felt his fingers.? She felt her
lower lips being
spread.? A finger dipped in and
out of her several
times and then began to erotically circle her vagina
and anus.? She found herself
almost trying to hump
his hand as her pelvis seemed to take on a rhythmic
life of its own.
He spent long minutes just toying with her.? Playing
with his fingers.? Letting her
feel his breath on her
super-sensitive flesh.? By now
she was covered in a
sheen of sweat.? Her breathing
was labored.? She felt
an intense desire to come.
And just when she thought she couldn?t take it anymore,
he buried his face in her sex and began to stimulate
her clitoris with his lips and tongue.?
?Oh God!? That
was incredible.?? No one had ever
taken this much
time and effort to turn her on.?
For the first time
in her sexual life, she was the complete center of
attention.? She had never known
anyone with such
skills.? She had never felt so
small and helpless.
He brought her to the crest of an orgasm but stopped
before she came.? She
groaned.? He plunged a finger
into her, licked her clit some more, and moved his
finger like a penis until she was again on the edge.?
And again he stopped before she came.?
Her bound
hands were balled into fists.? He
moved his finger
down and circled her anus again, licking sideways
against her clit as he did so.?
She gasped and
pressed her pelvis upward against his face.? It was
difficult getting leverage while wearing the heels.?
She had a fleeting thought that she might puncture his
mattress.? He moved his hand back
up and this time
pushed two fingers into her.?
Despite her height, her
sex organs were of average size.?
She was tight and
as his fingers pressed deeply into her as his tongue
went back to work.
Rachel?s mouth opened wide.? Her
breathing was deep
and fast.? She didn?t know
whether to laugh or scream
or cry.? The feelings were
incredible.? She?d never
climaxed during sex before.? She
learned how to make
herself come but only when masturbating in private.?
This was amazingly different.
His free hand wormed its way under her back and grasped
one of her cuffed hands.? She
gripped him so fiercely
she was afraid she might hurt him.?
But he squeezed
back with astonishing force of his own.?
He pressed
his lips quite strongly against her clit.? He pushed
his two fingers into her ? hard, hard, hard.? His
tongue was whipping her clit with deliberate power.
And it happened.
There were no words to describe it.?
Her mouth was open
but she couldn?t breath.? Her
pelvis had ridden high up
against his mouth.? She screamed
silently once, . . .
twice, . . . a third time as muscle contractions
overcame her.? She started
breathing again and heard
the most astounding sounds of passion.?
Was that
really her?
Javier had ridden her climax with consummate skill.?
Drawing it out, maximizing the pleasure, tapering off
before it became painful or unpleasant.
Rachel found she was crying.?
Blubbering in fact.? That
had been sooo good.? She didn?t
know what to do.
Javier lifted his face and blew a stream of cool air
over her wet sex.? She gasped at
the new sensation and
continued to cry.? He rolled her
over onto her belly
and untied her hands.? He removed
her shoes.? Tenderly
he stripped off her now damp blouse.?
Rolling her on
her side he removed her bra.
Once naked and on her side, Javier snuggled up behind
her.? His face rested against the
back of her neck.?
His still hard penis pressed against the top of her
ass.? He had placed one arm
protectively over her and
was softly cupping a breast.? As
she wept he cooed
soothingly in her ear, ?Shhh, shhh, shhh? and
delicately rubbed the side of her breast with his
thumb.
Rachel was almost limp.? She was
still weeping and
didn?t know why.
?Shhh, shhh, shhh.?
Eventually she became quiet.? For
a long, long time
neither moved.? At first she
couldn?t seem to think at
all.? Then she wondered why he
had stopped there.? Why
hadn?t he entered her?? Was this
some kind of
rejection?? Of course not.? In a flash of understanding
she realized his only concern had been for her.? A new
emotion hit her like a wave.? She
felt loved.? Her
tears began flowing once more.?
She really felt loved.
Rachel reached down for the leg pressed up against hers.?
It was a strong, well muscled leg.?
She moved her hand
behind her back and felt his penis.?
It had softened
considerably but was still inflated.?
She gently
fondled it and felt it spring to full life.
Rachel moved her other arm under and behind her.? She
brought her wrists together and grasped his penis with
both hands.? She again felt his
power and her own
helplessness.
Javier waited.
Rachel shifted position, skooched up, and spread her
legs a bit.? She tried to
position him into her from
behind.? Once Javier was sure of
her intention he sat
up and rolled her over onto her belly.?
Without a word
or gesture from him, she had left her wrists pressed
together at the base of her spine.
He retied her wrists and massaged her clit until she
was hot and ready again.? Then
positioning himself
between her legs he entered her doggy style.? She felt
him pumping with long measured strokes and could feel
his balls swinging up against her clit.?
It wouldn?t
take a whole lot of that before she came a second time.
He loved her.? That much was
clear.? He loved her, and
he wanted her, and he knew how to care for her.?
Javier knew how to make her feel like a woman.? Her
mind was in a whorl.? How did she
feel about that?
As Javier hit his stride she heard the passion in his
breathing and felt the lust in his movements.? She felt
his body rhythmically pressing against her cuffed hands
and knew she was in love.
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Once upon a time, there was a girl with the heart of a kitten. Shy, and skittish, she was slowly coaxed from under the bed, or should I say, out of the closet by her owner, and then her new found friend and next door neighbor. Eventually, she shared her story, and became comfortable about talking about it, even writing about it, playing with a few select others who would throw balls of yarn for her or scratch her behind the ears and smile as she rubbed up against their legs, showering them with...
FetishNote All characters are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any family or company names have inadvertently been used My Lady's Descent, the Butlers Tale. I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drawing room windows. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summers day. Mr Harrison my lord's stock broker and adviser arrived just after...
The group watched Iverson intently as he took a long swig from his mead pouch. The darkness fell around the group as they sat beside the brightly burning fire, drinking their mead and finishing off their stew. Iverson finally spoke: - Well. Where to begin? He mused tantalisingly. The young men shifted impatiently. All bar Romian, Luther and Iverson himself had rarely met let alone experienced the wonders of women! They all wanted to know what it was like! As highly hormonal...
Author’s note: The noble ladies of medieval France loved tales of women who had to put up with old and jealous husbands. Sometimes the stories were comic, sometimes tragic, sometimes romantic – but always the bad husbands were outwitted, one way or another. Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the cottage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in...
You may think of me as Fiona, and I am a cross-dresser.A story by Erica inspired me to pen my saga of cross-dressing. I am also a recovering alcoholic, with a few days over 19 years without a drink as I write this, and I suppose the two tales are intertwined to some extent. Not that I am a saint by any means, a lot of people with a lot less time have a better sobriety than I. But I learned that alcohol is a poison to me, so I avoid it. I just do irrational things when I add alcohol to my...
My name is Ms Layla Smith, and I am, as you might say, a lady of negotiable affection. This is quite wrong indeed. My price is rarely negotiable, since the customers willing to negotiate obviously are not wealthy enough to afford me. I am a true professional, discreet and perfect in every manner a gentleman could ask for. I know what they want before they even know it themselves, when to smile, when to stare, when to lie, when to be the ever so modest little flower, and when to be the...
THE HUNTER'S TALE. By Cassandra Anaconda Morrison I had been collecting tales of the old days from the people in that small mountain community for several days. And everyone I talked to said the same thing: "Boy?yew should talk to Old Man Sackett if yew wants to hear some hair-raising stories about the old days." It had taken me some time to track him down?apparently he'd taken his Winchester and gone off hunting deer for all he was over 90 years old. But now he was sitting...
The Blue Unicorn: An Allegorical Tale By Lynn LeFey Once upon a time (as is often the beginning of such tales), there was born to a mare a beautiful young foal. Like the other foals, it climbed on wobbly legs, and eventually ran through the green pastures where it lived. This young horse was unremarkable, except for its blue mane. Often the others would comment about this unusual trait, sometimes playfully, sometimes in a mean way. As the young colt grew, the blue coloring slowly...
A Fabulists Tale By Rachel Anne Now where do I start? Well they say that the beginning is always a good place, so here goes. I have always been a storyteller but lately everything has changed. It seems that my tall tales aren't so tall as I always thought at least they aren't after I tell them that is. Confusing? You don't know the half of it, but I'll try to explain as best as I can. I first noticed that things weren't as I had been taught when I wrote a story about the SRU Wizard....
Altered Fates: Kyle's Tale By Christy_D My name is Kyle Crane and I've got a story to tell. I'm 19 now but when all this happened I was 17. It started off as a normal day, as tales of this nature often do, and I was doing chores around my house. My parents and 15 year old sister, Cassie, were gone for the week visiting my aunt and I had the house to myself. As I took the trash out I noticed something lying in the bushes next to our front door. I put the trash bags by the curb and...
I have to say it’s good to know there are other people out there living the Cuckold lifestyle. Sandra and I are from the South of England, have been married six years and have a daughter together. I love my wife very much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a great figure she is popular and fun to be with. There is nothing I enjoy more than having her on my arm or of spending time with my family. With all this in mind I’m pleased to say that Sandra is also a self-made slut for...