The Liberation Of Father Mortimer
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Disclaimer :- No one in this story is a real character, period…
Emma stood outside her love's abode, the air gliding over her soft skin, the cold contained within pricking at it, wrestling with her nerves, trying to get her to retreat from the act she was about to commit. She shrugged off all comers, pulling her fur coat further around her body, blocking herself against the attempts.
The door opened and the house looked somewhat more inviting. In the doorway stood Tom, wearing his usual jeans and his usual shirt, like any other usual night. She always tried to put on a display for him and tonight was no different. The clothes unfortunately providing no protection from the cold.
"Emma! You must be freezing." he hopped from the step and hugged her, pushing her inside. Like she needed the assistance. He always liked to feel in control, like he owned her.
They walked inside and sat on the couch. Tom gave her a small kiss. "Just give five minutes while this programme finishes" he chuckled, watching the television, ignoring Emma completely. She let herself relax. Might as well take advantage of the house, like he did to her love.
Ten minutes later Tom's face was still glued to the screen, immobile to say the least. Emma wasn't in the mood, she's pounced on him and MADE him pay attention to her. She grabbed him by the collar and rubbed his crotch. His eyes lit up as she rubbed against him forcefully, taking him totally by surprise. Once he regained his composure he grappled her, pushing her to the floor. He held her arms behind her head and kisses at her neck gently. She pretending to enjoy this… manipulating her to his will and moaned falsely.
He pulled her up vehemently and grabbed her ass, kissing her all the while. He was enthralled now, the only time she could feel in control. How she would have loved to have ended it here, but she didn't. She let herself be used.
They led each other up to the bedroom, locked in an embrace, before Tom finally planted her on the bed. She felt a pang of guilt but it quickly left her as he started to take off her bra. He always expected her to come ready for him to do this, no tops for her, the coat already left downstairs.
He began to bite her nipples, she let out her first real bit of pleasure throughout the evening. He, being the stupid he was, eased off as she did this. She stroked his hair, she was going to enjoy being 'played with' this night.
Finishing his work on her breasts, he began to walk over to the cupboard. She rose from her seat and wrapped her bra around his neck from behind. He gasped. "I'll get that, love." She grinned, as he couldn't see her. She was going to change things tonight.
She pulled him out of the way, then tripped him up onto the bed. To her surprise he didn't react badly and just grinned. She walked over to the cupboard shaking her ass to tempt him, like he needed it. She knelt down and opened a compartment near the bottom, removing two small pieces of rope. He wanted them to be given to him, fat chance.
She walked up to him and dangled them in front of his hands. Like the idiot he was, he tried to grab them and she moved them, deftly grabbing his hands. He was so surprised he was unable to stop her securing him to the bed. He didn't complain and still grinned. Oh how funny this would be.
She climbed atop him, kissing him and removing his shirt. All the time he was becoming visibly more excited. She was going to enjoy this. She slowly slipped off his belt and was tempted to whip him with it, but relented on the grounds he might prevent her from attempted what she wanted. She undid his trousers whilst he watched hungrily like he always did. Her conscience interdicted, 'He doesn't deserve this, he can't help himself.' She shook off the thought. She was going to give him what he wanted, after all.
She slid down his boxers and rubbed his cock, it was quite impressive, one of the things that had attracted her in the first place. She watched him squirm as she took control from him before she finally placed her pussy over the top of it. She moved up and down steadily. He made a vain attempt to follow her movements tied up but gave in eventually, ceding her control of the affair.
She thrust herself onto his cock, enjoying it immensely as she dictated the pace of the engagement, allowing herself to enjoy it to the full whilst Tom watched. They were both moaning, both enjoying themselves.
She decided to end it, she made strong, athletic movements to thrust his pride deep into herself. She knew he couldn't resist much longer and amidst it all she sucked on his neck, something she knew would force him to give way. When he came, she kept going despite his protests which quickly became drowned out by the moans emanating from them both. He couldn't resist her at all.
She kept going until she had to give up the pleasure she was experienced in one swift burst. She began to get dressed, smiling. Tom looked at her puzzled. "What about me?" he inquired? "You? Oh, you're dumped." She laughed, taking his belt and wrapping it around his jeans she was wearing, picking up her stuff as well. She made an amused wave to him, beaming a huge smile at him and left him tied to the bed. As she went down the stairs, he heard his objections from the bedroom, but she ignored him. He wasn't going to order her about ever again.
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