When you came, of course, I didn’t even think about getting ready. My guilty, smiling look in response to your reproachfully smiling, immediately dispelled your attempt to get angry. "We won't be late..." You thought, shuddering slightly from a desire waking up somewhere in the depths, smiled after me without reproach - I flew off into the next room to get dressed - and went to make coffee. As you wandered through your fantasies, the coffee ran off, filling the kitchen and then the apartment with a very sharp and slightly bitter smell. "Today will be an interesting evening, interesting" - you thought, carrying a tray with a couple of cups and sweets, and smiled. In front of the door, he tried, as far as possible, to wipe the smile from his face, which was already clearly acquiring a tinge of lust, and entered the room with an incomprehensible expression on his face.
And then he stopped. I didn't shut the bedroom door tightly, apparently forgot ("However..." - a thought flashed through my mind...), and now I was conjuring in front of the mirror, half-turned towards me. The woman in front of the mirror does not notice anything, and you could calmly admire, without fear that she would see and close the door, wagging her finger as usual. I was wearing...? Something light and airy on thin spaghetti straps, very short, rather tight-fitting and translucent pink in an attempt to either hide the body, or show it. The shoulder strap closest to you fell off the shoulder and the upper part of the chest was visible, without a bra, plump and appetizing. The thigh was also completely open, but you still didn’t understand if I was wearing panties, only the beginning of the ass was open, and then there were lace and silk bodysuits, which, it turns out, still hide something ... I quickly she applied some creams, rubbed and patted something, brushed it off with a brush, and in general, she looked very much like a medieval alchemist.
Only on the beautiful and fresh, and not that dusty old man, who is usually drawn in the pictures. I was absorbed in my jars and tubes, and you in me, and stood with the tray, probably for quite a long time, waking up already from the growing heaviness in my hands. You put down the tray, poured coffee and added cognac to it. And he sat down ... but not in his chair, which stood with its back to the door, but in mine. I took a magazine and pretended to read... I saw that you were only pretending... I was still conjuring for quite some time, and you actually leafed through the magazine. But now I figured out the creams, resolutely screwed up the heels of the jars and ... unscrewed the mascara. You were already expecting me to get up and were preparing to notice if I was wearing panties, but then you let out a sigh. I heard. Or maybe she smiled at some of her thoughts and, leaning closer to the mirror, almost close, began to draw her eyelashes with enthusiasm. But you were rewarded. From the tilt, the body slipped off the chest even more and, it seems, did not fall at all, only catching on the nipple. The chest swayed, you felt its softness and elasticity at the same time, and even seemed to see a pink halo around the nipple. The urge to grab, squeeze me became quite strong, you swallowed saliva and drank a couple of sips of coffee. My ass was also exposed even more, but the panties were not visible. "Probably haven't put it on yet" - you thought, and... got up? and nothing! Left to sit. Today we are going to the theatre!
In the end, and this procedure was over, I got up, moved away from the mirror a little, and appreciated, so to speak, the whole view. Your desires did not come true, you did not notice either panties or their absence, moreover, I adjusted the strap, and you no longer saw my breasts. The neckline was big, but I stood sideways. Well, that's it, it will close now ... But I didn't close ... I went to the closet and took out some linen. She looked, put something back, took out another, laid it out on the bed again, began to examine and evaluate. Here, women are in a hurry. Of course, this is the most important thing in life, what panties to wear when you go to the theater. You never know what there, in the theater, will be! ..
Finally, all decisions were made, and I resolutely put the unnecessary things back, putting the rest on the chair on which I had just sat. And... she took off her top... I stood with my back to you, completely naked, there were no panties. And you fell in love - for the umpteenth time! - the curve of the hips and the pleasant roundness of the ass. It’s good that with your back, otherwise you wouldn’t have seen anything ... I would have seen you and closed the door. Waving a finger...
The first item selected was a corset. New, you've never seen anything like it. From the back, it was longer than usual, even a little on top of the ass. Of course, you didn’t understand what was soft, what was hard, where the bones were, but it seemed that the corset was made just to order - it lay so clearly along my lines. I surprisingly deftly fastened all the hooks and laces - you just grinned, imagining how you have to unfasten them today. She straightened the garters for her stockings, and, sitting on a chair, began to put on a stocking. I pulled my leg towards me, you almost suffocated from waiting, but you saw only the thigh from the outside - the crotch was hidden behind the leg. I slowly straightened the stocking, and you waited for the second one. Waited, and even was a little rewarded. A clean-shaven pubis flashed a couple of times framed by plump thighs, but too quickly in your opinion. I got up, fastened the four garters in turn, and went back to the bed, but this time I turned around so that you saw me in front and completely. I was already in a hurry, looked to the side, and did not notice you. And I shouldn't have noticed... you smiled to yourself.
The corset looked velvet in front - satin in the back. Especially velvety darkness thickened under my breasts, which were neither cramped nor spacious, open from above, they lay in their bed so inviting that you licked your dry lips. The waist widened rather steeply to the hips, and between one could see a smooth pussy, tender. You very vividly imagined how you immerse your palm between your thighs, and even felt wetness on your fingers ... Black stockings made my plump legs perfectly slender, and ... but the vision was instantaneous. I disappeared behind the wall, appeared 10 seconds later already in panties. You smiled again. Of course, you always took off my panties, but the corset and stockings often remained ... Therefore, the panties are on top. You tried to see what kind of panties I was wearing, but it was too late - I was putting on a dress. The dress was your favourite, deep sky blue, with a rather low neckline, tight across the chest and belly and wide at the bottom. On top, three buttons hide the zipper that you love to unbutton so much... Today is your day!
And I resolutely fastened the zipper, looked again in the mirror, straightened my hair, and went out into the hall. Not noticing the open door. And she shouldn't have noticed. You smiled at me, and this absent-mindedness of mine, got up and stepped towards me. My lips were made up a little brightly, a little provocatively thick, and so you only lightly touched them when I offered my face for a kiss. Your heart began to beat, you felt excited. Here, now! The game will now begin. It has already begun, but that was the preamble, and now ... Now I will give you what you want, The game will spin and take us away, but every word, every gesture becomes very important. The fragile line between the Game and the ordinary is so easy to destroy ... My face changed, became anxious and anxious, and you got scared. It was a Game, you knew that this should happen, but you succumbed to the naturalness and sincerity of my feelings and also looked at me anxiously and inquiringly.
"What's happened?"
"Time," I said, "we're late." My voice dropped and trembled a little. You looked at the clock - it was the beginning of the eighth. Almost two hours have passed with me for coffee, which had cooled down, and you did not have time to notice it. Then you realized what upset me (and how upset!), And laughed with relief. He pulled me to him, kissed him on the forehead and said...
"God, what nonsense! Get upset about this? Let's go next time."
"You really wanted to this performance!" - I almost cried.
Oh yeah! I really wanted this performance, a thought and a smile flashed somewhere in the background, but I was clearly upset, and I had to be reassured.
"Come on, really. Because of a couple of tickets," you took out two tickets. The tickets were beautiful, the seats were expensive. “We won’t get poorer,” and you gently kissed my eyes, in which tears were already showing somewhere in the depths.
"No, no. I was scurrying about like a slut, I bought a new set of cosmetics yesterday and got carried away, I forgot about everything. And you really wanted to go to the theater. A new shirt ... oh, my tie. It suits you," I smiled, " And look how great it goes with my dress."
The colors of the shirt and dress were not the same, the shirt was also blue, but something grayer, it was a wonderful background against which my dress almost shone, and they did not merge at all, but complemented, were close. You smiled. I had excellent taste, and even little things like cufflinks were carefully thought out and selected.
"Well, that's it. Let's drink coffee. Forgotten. An evening with you is much more interesting than the theater."
Stubbornness flashed in my eyes and ... some kind of devilry, and a hot wave passed in your chest again.
"No. That is, yes. The evening will be more interesting. But they haven't forgotten. I'm to blame - and I deserve punishment. I don't know what, you will invent it. And I will please you all evening and atone for sins. So that you forgive me."
There were no longer tears in my voice, but mischief, a little capriciousness and tenderness. What could you answer?
"Sit down. Today you are the Turkish sultan, I am your concubine. You will rest, and I will serve you. Now you will sit and come up with a punishment for me, and I will go and make more coffee."
Before coffee, a bottle of wine and one (!) glass appeared on the table. Leaning low, I poured into a glass, and you, of course, like a fool, stared at my neckline with all your eyes and barely suppressed the desire to grab, squeeze me, lift up my dress and take possession of me right here on the coffee table, spilling wine and coffee residue. But he restrained himself... I disappeared into the kitchen. Nervous trembling and tension increased, you began to feel dizzy. You had no idea that the Game would turn you on to such an extent! It was almost a climax, now, now you say what I want, and I ... agree, surrender to you, your will, and you will probably faint. This prospect amused you, and you calmed down a bit. He took a few sips of wine and leaned back in his chair. Seeing a candle on the table, he lit it.
I brought in a tray on which stood an elegant porcelain coffee pot and another cup. This had to be stopped.
"Bring another cup and glass!"
"No. I'm punished today, I shouldn't drink with you."
"If you are punished, then I will decide what you should and what not," you said with a smile.
I hesitated, but apparently deciding that it was fair, silently went to the kitchen and returned with another glass and a second cup of coffee service. Putting the dishes on the table, I lit a few more candles scattered around the room and turned off the light.
Then I did not sit in a chair, but knelt next to you. The wide bottom of the dress did not interfere with this, but the sight was strange.
Exciting, charming and strange. I was on my knees, lowering my eyes and showing with all my appearance that I was waiting for... punishment?
Suddenly, everything that happened seemed to you somehow unreal, or just stupid, you smiled and for some time fought with yourself so as not to laugh. But... my breasts looked at you from the neckline so invitingly that you very quickly returned to that state of expectation and excitement that had owned you for half an evening. You poured me a full glass of wine and said...
"Drink!"
I took the glass with both hands and, like an obedient girl, drank slowly, in small sips, but to the bottom. From wine over a lip there were small red "whiskers". You lifted my face and leaned over - I was standing very close - kissed, licking the remnants of wine from my lips. I kind of woke up from my humility, again mischievous sparks played in my eyes, and already looking straight into your eyes, I asked ...
"Did you come up with a punishment for me?"
You suffocated, and even clung to the armrest of the chair - suddenly dizzy. Slowly, in a whisper, forcing out the words, you said...
"I... want... to... rape you..."
My eyes darkened a little, they showed either fear or a question, but I immediately suppressed all these emotions and smiled, expressing resignation to your decision. You immediately caught on...
"No, no. You don't think I won't be rude, or, there, beat you, but I want to feel that you are mine, completely mine, that I own you, that I took you, even if you don't want to.. ." - you were already talking some kind of nonsense, suffocating and afraid that I would not understand you, misunderstand you, or consider you a pervert, or ... Strange. The game, as it were, faded into the background, was forgotten, everything became completely real - and desire - a completely lustful and indecent desire, and tenderness, and guilt, and delight, and love, everything escalated - this was Life, unlike ordinary everyday life , which were only a miserable semblance of a game ...
"Yes, yes. I understand, don't worry, I understand. I agree" - I smiled at you gently, submissively and wisely...
The sound of my voice sobered you. "Rave!" - you thought. He shook his head.
"Oh, what's the matter with me. Forget it. Some kind of nonsense, are you..."
"No, no. Not nonsense. I want. You want - and therefore I want. And this will be my punishment, and you will forget about the theater ..."
"No..."
"Yes..."
We argued for some more time, at first seriously and passionately, then with gentle smiles, wanting to please each other, then ... Then, as you allowed yourself to be persuaded, desire grew in you, lust, in your eyes steel appeared, and you saw with pleasure the humility in my eyes ... You already felt how you would unbutton my dress and get to these teasing breasts, pull up your skirt, take off your panties - I would lie in a completely indecent form, opening the entrance to the depths for your eyes your vagina between your spread thighs, like you... You licked your lips and finished your glass.
Then you filled both glasses, and I also slowly and submissively drank more. You are no longer so gently, even rudely, pulled me to him and kissed me. Passionately, strongly sucking lips, declaring their absolute rights. Then again and again, raping me already in a kiss. I was submissive and pliant.
You stood up, picked me up, continuing to kiss. Now you, no longer embarrassed, crushed my breasts, fingered my ass, pressed me to you and pulled away, putting your hand between my legs. He turned his back to himself, pressed his ass to the tense member and, without unbuttoning the dress, stuck his fingers into the corset. My breasts always drove you crazy... I obediently arched, bent over, spread my legs and pursed my lips. And although you became more and more inflamed, and sometimes quite painfully grabbed my chest or thigh, but I smiled with a happy smile, either considering this a fair punishment, or pleasure. You were already breathing heavily, so you stopped, shook your head, and looked at me cheerfully. I lowered my eyes and painted a smile and resignation on my face.
You sat down in a chair, ordered me to pour coffee - and yourself too - and then sat me on my knees. The coffee was hot, and, afraid of scalding me, you stopped your pestering, we drank coffee and chirped - you kept asking for forgiveness for your unheard-of impudence, and I proved that I was a bad girl, and only thanks to your tenderness and gentleness did I get off so easily , and this is not a punishment at all, but a pleasure. You began to stroke my leg, and I immediately pulled up my dress so that it would be more convenient for you to stroke my leg - and the view was more pleasant. But then you decided to be strict - in the end, we have rape! - and slapped me on the arm, sternly saying that you yourself will do whatever you want and when you want. I cringed somewhat, lowered my eyes and sat dutifully while you stroked my leg. The silk of the dress glided pleasantly over the stocking, but it was even more pleasant to grope for the garters and the naked body above the stocking. Then you ordered me to bend over a little and pull back the edge of the dress and corset... It was not very successful, but it was already possible to look where the hollow between the breasts was lost in the depths, from there it was warm and bewitching velvety darkness...
The head was slightly spinning - now from the drunk wine, the coffee was over.
"Now I'll put you on the bed. May I tie you up?"
I glanced at you briefly, then lowered my eyes again.
"Yes, of course. You can do whatever you want..."
We stood up, you took my hand and led me to the bedroom. There you hugged me again and kissed me for a few more minutes, already gently stroking my back and ass. Then he pulled away, looked at me and ordered...
"Make up your lips!"
That lipstick that I applied so carefully an hour ago, you have already eaten. I put on makeup again, probably even more provocatively than before.
"I need a ribbon. A wide nylon ribbon!"
The tape I "accidentally" turned out to be. "Accidentally" it turned out to be very in tune with my dress. You took the tape, cut it into four pieces. Then he laid me down on the bed. I tied one strip of tape to the leg of the bed at the head of the bed, you took my hand, threw it up to the headboard, and tied it to the tape. So, not really ... I could, of course, easily get out if I wanted to, but I had no such desire. You tried to depict a rather bizarre bow on the ribbon, it turned out to be large, but somewhat crooked.
Then you also tied the second arm, then the legs. It took some time, but by the end you already learned how to tie beautiful bows quite well. Assessing what happened, you still returned to the first tape and bandaged it. In front of you lay a woman tied to a bed, with her arms and legs spread wide apart. My chest heaved as I breathed, lips glistening in the dim light of a couple of lamps.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes," I looked at you and smiled, but immediately looked away again.
“But I probably won’t be quite,” you said, looking at me thoughtfully. You already imagined that it would be uncomfortable for you. You took an oblong pillow and began to slip it under me.
"Pick up your butt!" - you tried to be rude - at least when you remembered it. He slipped a pillow under my ass, but it was too soft, it almost didn’t work out. Did you think about it. I went into the hall and brought several thick large-format books, some dictionaries and encyclopedias. Since my woman is such an intellectual, that's what we're using, you thought with a sly grin. I immediately raised my ass, and you put four books under me, sliding the pillow under my back. My appearance aroused you to the extreme. It was necessary to calm down, before the denouement is still far away. You went for wine and glasses, drank almost full in one gulp, then asked...
"Do you want some wine?"
I looked at you and smiled guiltily - I wanted wine, but I could no longer drink. You poured me a glass, then sat down next to me and, raising my head as far as possible, began to carefully drink me from the glass. In the end, the trickle ran away anyway, ran from the corner of the lip to the neck, and to the pillow. I was tickled, I laughed and pushed your hand - the wine spilled even more, on my chin, on my neck, on my chest. Smiling, you put the glass down, and sitting next to me on the bed, began to gently kiss me and lick off the drops of wine. From the neck, from the shoulder... Gently kissed her lips so as not to eat the lipstick a second time... And slowly you got to my chest. Kissing the breasts, you carefully unzipped the zipper hidden behind three buttons - but the chest did not open, there was a corset on. However, you quickly found a zipper that went to the middle of the stomach - this was the secret of simple and easy dressing - hooks and laces would require a lot of time and an army of helpers. The bodice of the corset was velvet, surprisingly pleasant to the touch, which, of course, was enhanced by the pleasantness that this bodice supported. The fabric on the stomach was completely incomprehensible, more like silk, but also velvety. I didn’t want to take it off, I wanted to iron and iron. But still, you finally unzipped the zipper, parted the halves of the shell - and could not resist. Immediately he kissed the nipple. I crushed the second breast, kissed it too, kissed everything, gradually becoming insane ... You woke up, walked away, poured more wine and began to drink slowly, looking at me.
"Darling" - the voice was hoarse - "thank you. I want you so much ... Are you comfortable?"
"Yes," I smiled.
Putting down your glass, you sat at my feet and slowly lifted your dress to your waist. First you enjoyed the view of my legs in black matte stockings, then garters and a matte strip of leather, then panties and lace bottom of the corset. Of course, the sight of my widely spaced legs attracted you like a magnet. The panty triangle was dark transparent, tightly fitting my swollen labia, not so much hiding something as teasing ... The triangle shone with moisture in the dim light. You rejoiced at this evidence that I also like our game - after all, before that there was some kind of vague feeling of doubt. You smiled at me and began to iron the triangle of panties. I shuddered, let out a slight moan, and you felt how tense my whole body was. You stroked my thighs and swollen tubercles between my legs, touched my swollen nipples, ran your finger along the hollow between the labia... I moaned quite frankly, tried to stretch out my hands to you or raise my legs, but they were tied. You enjoyed teasing me, but then you remembered - this is still rape. You became rougher, sharply and strongly squeezed my chest, bit the nipple, at the same time squeezing what was covered with panties. I howled and twitched to the side, but you did not let go, and for some time still tormented me with such rough caresses. Pushing your panties, you touched the clitoris several times with the tip of your tongue, to which I responded with a shudder every time. And suddenly, unexpectedly, he took it with his lips and began to suck, but not at all gently, but strongly and passionately. Then you stuck two fingers into my vagina and began to rotate them there. Sweat appeared on my forehead, under my panties it was no longer just wet - it was squelching, spasms periodically ran through my body ... I no longer shuddered, but howled ...
You easily figured out how to take off your panties - they were fastened with buttons on both sides. You threw them aside and, no longer touching, began to look at me. My hair was disheveled (I removed it from my face), an unbuttoned, slightly wrinkled dress, corset halves sticking out to the sides revealing a chest with large berries of pink nipples, the bottom of the dress is pulled up to the stomach, and then shamelessly open pubis, swollen labia do not cover, but rather, they emphasize the dark opening of the vagina, framed by the petals of the small lips, and into which, it seems, one could already look quite deeply ... You didn’t let me finish, and I looked waiting, calling, asking. What was especially strongly emphasized by my pose with books planted under the ass.
The vagina was opened and as if with the offer "Use me!"
It was time to undress. You yourself could hardly restrain passion, your head was pounding and spinning, sometimes a shiver ran through your whole body. You went for the rest of the cold coffee, the bitter drink sobered you up a little, and you gave me a few sips in the same way as before. We both calmed down a bit.
You took off your jacket and hung it on your shoulders. Methodically, one by one, as if he were alone, he took off his shirt, trousers, socks ... He carefully hung everything up and put it down. Staying in your shorts, you approached me. The member did not fit in shorts and the tip stuck out from above. You hesitated, and I came to your aid.
"Let me kiss him..." - and, turning her head towards you, she folded and stretched her lips with a tube, as if trying to reach out. The voice was hoarse.
You immediately threw off your underpants, your stick finally bursting into the light and, in anticipation of further, even more pleasant events, fluctuated up and down. You walked over to the bed and raised your head to your lips. I, taking only the head in my mouth, began to tickle her with my tongue, licking in a circle. In fact, you wouldn't last long. You made several movements, introducing a member deeper and deeper, then stood over me on all fours and began to drive back up and down. Testicles slapped my cheek. But then you saw my spread legs - and everything swam before your eyes, you almost finished. You literally jumped out of bed and started stroking my thighs and wet crotch.
"I want you... to try..."
"Yes, of course. I also want..."
You knelt between my legs and slowly inserted the head between your lips. Even only half. I was hot, even very hot. You entered the whole head. The view is breathtaking. You have already understood that now everything will end, you could no longer delay and play, you will break in, fall into me and you won’t be able to hold back, even for a short time ... Once again I felt the satininess of my vagina. Once again he looked at the appearance of my breasts - torn and trustingly open. Entering me to the end, you reached up to your chest and stroked it, touching it lightly. And this is where you couldn't resist. You squeezed your chest, then the other one, and began to thrust violently. I screamed, but you didn’t hear anything anymore, but you beat and beat, thrusting your penis as deep as you could, trying to drive yourself into me prostrate under you ... Then there was darkness ...