Jeri Ryan Sex Scandal
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Jeri Ryan took the world by storm when she was introduced into 'Star Trek Voyager'. Who could resist this phenomenal Borg-Babe? Her biggest assets were those incredibly tight cat suits; which, in turn, emphasized her other considerable assets - her Tits & Ass. This sexually related story about her is nothing more than my fantasy about being close and catching her eye.
I'm a part-time Taxi driver. I was at the airport, waiting for a fare. A female voice loudly called to me. I turned toward it and was floored it was Jeri Ryan. She was wearing a yellow knit mini-skirt and a matching yellow tube top. The top was low on her chest and revealed her tits almost to her nipples, which were poking out through the material. I guess I was staring noticeably, because she put her finger under my chin, tilted my head up so I was looking at her face and said, "I'm up here."
I was pretty embarrassed to have been caught ogling her and I felt my cheeks flush. She laughed at my reddened face and gave me a little pat on the head. I dropped my eyes completely to the ground.
"Aw, don't be that way. Men just can't help themselves. What's your name, handsome?" she inquired. I introduced myself. She nodded and indicated several nearby pieces of luggage, asking if I could help her. I grabbed the bags and turned to the Taxi. As I passed by her, I gave a gasp and a little jump as she pinched my ass, hard.
"Yeah, I like that!" she murmured, and continued on, "Me and my boy toy got to hit the road."
I felt myself blushing again and found myself wondering if she was going to be like this the entire ride. I opened the trunk and as I was stowing the bags, her hand snaked down between my legs to fondle my balls. I gave a start and banged my head on the trunk lid, causing her to laugh.
I was a little upset at this but kept my cool. When I closed the trunk and turned towards the sidewalk, Miss Ryan was standing on the edge of the curb. The additional height of the curb put her tits right at my eye level and I couldn't help taking another look. After all, they were barely covered and the sight of her hard nipples pressing against the fabric was riveting.
I abruptly realized I was staring and looked away, blushing again. I was silently cursing myself. I am normally pretty blas', around beautiful women, having become slightly inured to their presence during my years of driving. This one, however, was brazenly sexual and enjoying my discomfort. Then she made it even worse for me.
"Well, I better do this or you'll drive us off the road thinking about my tits." As she said this, she pulled the front of her tube top down so her tits flopped free of the material. She cupped them in her hands and told me to go ahead and look.
In spite of myself, I did look, briefly, then turned my head and reached for her car door. I was completely rattled by now and desperate to get on the road. She let go of her boobs but made no move to cover them, instead strolling casually over to the open door and sliding into the back seat. I closed the door as soon as I could, amazed at the whole episode.
I stood outside the car for a minute, taking a few deep breaths and trying to focus. I was telling myself to be a professional and let it go. I was sweating and uncomfortably aware that her antics had given me the beginnings on an erection. I unconsciously moved my hand to make my cock sit a little more comfortably and her door popped open.
Jeri was grinning widely at me and I noticed she had still not put her tits back into the top. She called to me rather loudly to stop playing with myself and get back to business. I was totally chagrined and felt like a sixth grade kid as I opened the driver's door and gratefully slid into my seat.
I headed out to the highway, glad to finally be off and driving. I found my mind wandering over the events of the last few minutes and had to brake hard to avoid a car merging onto the freeway ahead of me.
Almost immediately, I heard Miss Ryan's voice mocking me.
"Keep your mind on the road, Pete, not on my tits. We want to get here alive, don't we?"
I cursed to myself and despite everything, I was wondering if she had even put her tits back into her tube top. I unconsciously slowed down to about 50 miles an hour and came out of my reverie when the car behind me blew its horn.
Again Jeri fired off another shot. "I think you ought to speed up, Pete. We do want to get there today. Don't make me give you a spanking!"
"So, Pete, what other services you provide besides driving?"
I didn't say anything, afraid that whatever I said would simply provide more ammunition for her to continue teasing me. However, she wasn't willing to let things rest.
"Pete, are you mad at me? I'm just playing with you, sweetheart. Tell me you're not angry."
"No, I'm not mad, Miss Ryan."
"Ooh, 'Miss Ryan'. I like the way you say that. I like any man that knows the ladies are in charge. Long as a man does what I tell him, I won't hurt him much."
We were about five minutes from her hotel now and I began to breathe a little easier. She hadn't spoken in almost 20 minutes. Her voice was pitched a little different now and she seemed serious when she spoke.
"So how's the action in this town, Pete?"
I named a few of the clubs that where currently popular among the jet set and gave a brief rundown of each one. I also identified a few restaurants, unsure what her intentions were.
She sighed and spoke in a voice of pity, "Poor Pete. He doesn't understand the difference between action and dinner. Honey, you ever hear of sex? You know, the horizontal mambo, doing' the nasty, getting' it on? I think Jeri got to do right by you. You don't get out much."
I sighed to myself, partly in frustration. I was pulling up in front of the hotel now and the longest ride of my life was almost over. I pulled to the curb and noticed the bellhop was busy unloading a car ahead of me. Not wanting prolong things any longer than necessary, I hopped out and practically ran around the car to open her door.
She was sitting in the middle of the rear seat, and I was glad to see she had covered herself up again. She grinned at me and winked as her hands slid under her miniskirt. To my utter astonishment, she lifted her hips off the seat and slid a pair of panties down her legs. One foot came out of the panties and she extended the other leg towards me, pressing the sole of her foot against my crotch and letting the underwear dangle from her toes.
"Here's your tip, Pete. Take them with my compliments."
My jaw was gaped open and I numbly reached forward and took the silky fabric in my hand. I stood there, dumbfounded, as she slid towards the door. She very deliberately brushed her tits against me as she stood up and I felt my dick swelling in my pants. She gave my cock a quick squeeze and told me to come up to her room in half an hour if I wanted a bigger reward.
She called to the bellhop to come get her bags and turned back to me. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered to me in a sexy voice. "If you do come up, Pete, I'll show you what I mean by action. Only two rules: you do whatever I tell you to and you wear those panties when you knock on my door. Room 617, half an hour."
Then she turned and walked away without a backward glance. My eyes were glued to her long legs and swaying ass, now covered only by her tight yellow mini skirt. I stood there like an idiot until the bellhop broke the trance, asking me to open the trunk. I realized I was still holding her underwear in my hand and quickly shoved them in my pocket before letting him in to get Miss Ryan's luggage.
I climbed back behind the wheel and sat there, stunned beyond belief. Had she really just invited me up to her room? I thought about pinching myself to see if I was dreaming and only reminded myself that she had given my ass a solid pinch within a minute of meeting me. I reached into my pocket and sure enough, tiny pair of lace panties were now in my possession.
I was still puzzled by the whole thing and scared to go to her hotel. I was equally afraid of missing the chance to see what would happen in her room. For several moments, fear wrestled with arousal and curiosity, and in the end, arousal and curiosity carried the day.
I parked in the garage under the hotel, very aware that almost 20 minutes had passed since she had extended her offer, or challenge or ultimatum, whatever the hell it was and, feeling like a fool, removed my own boxer shorts and put on the panties Miss Ryan had given me.
They were thong type panties, made from satin or silk or something. I had no trouble drawing them up to my waist, but the tiny triangle in front didn't have much room for my hard-on. The head of my dick poked out of the side and what the fabric concealed was tightly confined. The elastic band running between my ass cheeks felt pretty weird and I couldn't believe I was sitting in a hotel parking garage putting on women's underwear.
I realized I had to get a move on and hurriedly pulled my pants back up, then tied my shoes, which I had removed to get the pants off. I was sweating again, and used my handkerchief to wipe off my neck and face. Then I walked quickly to the elevator.
As I waited for a car to arrive, I realized that my crotch was bulging with my erection and the silky fabric rubbing against the head was keeping me stimulated. I tried to think about something other than sex, but of course that was impossible. I was hoping no one would board the elevator, as my arousal would be obvious.
Naturally, two attractive women in the late twenties boarded at the lobby level. They exited at the third floor and I heard them giggle at some comment one of them made. Although I had no way of knowing if I was the subject of their laughter, I was humiliated at the whole thing and was grateful to reach the sixth floor.
I half ran to the door of room 617 and took a few deep breaths, trying to settle myself down. I thought briefly of running back to the elevator and getting the hell out. Was I nuts? Granted, Miss Ryan was absolutely beautiful but did I really want to subject myself to her whims? My mind was still filled with doubt and my mind seemed separated from my body as I watched my hand reach out and knock on her door, timidly at first then with a solid thump.
Nothing happened for a full minute and I was almost happy, thinking she had changed her mind. Then the feeling of my cock wedged into the tight panties I was wearing reminded me that I was sexually primed and I reconsidered. I reached out to knock again but before my hand connected, the door swung open.
I inhaled sharply at the vision before me. She had obviously showered during the previous half hour, as her hair was still damp. She was wearing a sheer white robe that barely reached past her crotch. She had white mules on her feet, with a three-inch heel and little puffs of white on the single straps that ran across her feet. The added height of the slippers made her about an inch taller than myself and she seemed to tower above me as she stepped up close to me.
She ran her hand down my cheek and smiled as she spoke, "Well, well, little Pete is braver than I thought. Are you wearing my panties, honey?"
I nodded my head twice, entranced by the sight of her. The double thickness of the robe where it was folded across her front didn't conceal much, it was obvious she was nude beneath the thin fabric and I could see the shadow of her nipples. She crossed her arms across her chest and I heard in her voice the same mocking tone she had used earlier.
"Cat got your tongue, Pete? A gentleman doesn't nod his head, he answers politely and respectfully. I ask you again, are you wearing my panties?"
"Yes, Miss Ryan. I did as you asked."
"I didn't ask, Pete. I told you. Just as I will tell you what to do the entire time you are in my room. Are you going to be a good little toy? Believe me, I'd enjoy giving that tight little ass of yours a good spanking.
To be honest, her words scared me. I had never had any S/M experiences but I knew that to plenty of people, it was a big part of their sex lives. I also knew she meant what she said. She was calling the shots and if I entered that room, it would be under her terms. My throat went dry at the thought but I was too far lost in her sexual web. I licked my lips nervously and told her I was ready to what she told me.
"Yes, Miss Ryan. I'll be a good little toy. You're the boss here."
"Let's see how well you can listen. Kneel on all fours."
Because of her position in the doorway, I was entirely in the hallway as I did as she ordered. I was embarrassed to be kneeling outside her room like a dog begging to be let in, but I was committed now to seeing where this would take me.
Her feet were directly under my nose and I heard her tell me to kiss her toes. I obediently dropped my head and pressed my lips against the toes of each foot. Apparently I had passed first test, for she stood to the side and told me to crawl into the middle of the room and stay on all fours.
I did as she said, my face burning with shame and my cock pulsing with delight. I heard her footsteps and her feet and lower legs passed through my field of vision as she settled onto a sofa in front of me. I couldn't resist the urge to look towards her pussy but she wasn't going to allow me any cheap thrills.
"Eyes on the ground, Pete. You look at me when I tell you to, not before. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss Ryan. I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Good. Now then, lets get a look at you in those panties. Stay on the floor as you undress."
It was difficult to remove my uniform in such a manner but in a few minutes, I was kneeling on all fours once again, this time wearing only her tiny pair of panties. I could feel my cock poking from the side of the front panel as I waited for her next command.
Two full minutes passed before she spoke again. She told me to crawl forward and sit back so that my ass was resting on my lower legs. I did as she told me, and then spread my legs apart when she ordered. She noticed my dick wasn't fully covered by the panties and ordered me to stand up. When I did so, she adjusted them so my cock head was trapped in the front of the underwear. This left a gap at the top where my cock bent within the confinement and she seems pleased with the obscene picture this created.
She motioned for me to return to the floor and I sat back on my legs with my knees apart. She murmured an approval of my obedience, the slipped one foot from its slipper and extended it to my lips. I needed no orders to realize what she wanted and I took it gently in my hands. I planted soft kisses along the tip of each toe, and then ran my tongue up the top of her foot to her ankles. I licked the top of her foot until my tongue had explored every inch, and then began licking the bottom of her foot as well.
I had never done more than kiss a few toes in the past, but a pretty foot on a shapely leg had always presented a sexy sight to me. Now, under the orders of a woman I had first met just an hour or so before, I found that I was eager to explore this particular fetish. I ran my tongue along the sole of her foot for a few minutes, then moved my lips back to her toes. I started with the big toe and sucked each one into my mouth in turn, letting my tongue run over them as I did so. When I finished with the little toe, I worked my way back to her big toe and kissed the top of her foot again.
If she was pleased with my efforts, she gave no sign whatsoever. She simply lowered that foot to my crotch and moved the second foot to my lips. As I repeated the treatment on her second foot, the first one idly rubbed my cock and balls. Occasionally her long toes would squeeze me through the fabric. While at other times she simply rubbed it back and forth across my swollen erection. When I finished with her second foot, she let it drop to join the other in my lap and she spoke for the first time in almost fifteen minutes.
"Don't I get a thank you for allowing you that pleasure?" she asked imperiously.
I wondered to myself just what was happening to me. Within a few hours this woman had turned me into her foot licking love slave and I was glad to be there. I was confused at my response to her manner and at the same time, eager to obey her next command. She didn't make me wait long.
"Bring me your necktie, Pete," she demanded quietly.
Without even thinking about it, I stood and carried it over to her, wondering what she had in mind. When I stood in front of her, I knew instantly that she was displeased.
"Pete, did I tell you it was okay to stand up?" she snapped at me.
Humbly, I replied that she hadn't, that I had acted without thinking at that I was sorry. I dropped back down to the sitting position I had been in earlier and apologized for standing. She knelt down behind me and told me to cross my wrists behind my back. I did so and she began to tie my wrists together, using the necktie I had just handed her. I panicked at the thought of being restrained but kept my worries to myself. I had just upset her and I was afraid another error on my part would end the entire affair.
Once she had my hands tied securely, she sat back down in the middle of the sofa. I kept my eyes down but I could feel her gaze burning into me. When she spoke, her voice carried an icy tone and I shivered involuntarily.
"You have displeased me, Pete. If you want to stay here in my room, you'll need to be punished. Come lay down across my lap."
With my hands tied together behind my back, it was difficult to get myself moving. I lurched to my knees, stumbling against her legs in the process. She pushed me away and I fell over on my back. She tapped her foot impatiently while I rolled over on my belly and struggled back to my knees. After a few minutes, I managed to get myself in position across her knees, my body stretched lengthwise along the sofa.
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