HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX Chapter 8

HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX
Chapter 8

I'm disappointed. You've been ignoring me.

Claire, you and I are finished. I should be grateful if you would leave as soon as it is reasonably polite to do so.

I don't think you mean that.

I'm serious. I don't want you in my life.

I think your problem is that you have no idea what you want. You see, for me, it's different. Ever since I arrived this afternoon I knew that at some point you would be down on knees with your head between my legs. I've been creaming just at the thought of it.

Claire, I don't care what you thought, just go.

She smiled at me as though indulging a small child and then, looking me straight in the eye she reached under her skirt, and removed her panties. Without thinking I checked to make sure that no one else had seen but we had the spacious facilities to ourselves.
Without breaking eye contact she backed away from me and sat down on the lavatory with her legs open.

Get in here and lock the door.

The suggestion was crude and the prospect sordid but I felt a treacherous tingling between my own legs which seemed to move of their own volition. I joined her within the narrow confines and, with my back to the door, I set the lock.

There's a good girl.

The lid of the toilet was down and she shifted forward lifting her skirt at the same time.
Her pussy looked ripe, as ready as she had promised, and I went to my knees and worshipped. My knees hurt on the cold marble flooring and there was no escaping the sharp antiseptic smell of disinfectant but I was not put off. I plunged my tongue deep inside her hairy folds and sucked her dry.

We left the stall just before my agent popped her head in to see if anything was wrong but I assured her all was well and, after quickly fixing myself up, I rejoined the throng with Claire's taste still filling my mouth.

From then on I was enslaved to her. She would call me on a whim and I would come running. Often she wanted to be warmed up before going out with her boyfriend but there were other occasions. One morning, I received a call a little after four a.m. She told me that she was restless and asked me to come over. I dressed, drove across town, and spent nearly two hours sweating beneath her quilt as she drifted in and out of sleep.

I knew that it was irrational behavior but, while it remained our secret and it did not impinge on my professional life, I did nothing to stop it.

I tried dating men and my feelings for them were much as they had ever been but, attractive as they were, I had no interest in a physical relationship. This caused me to fear that I was, in fact, a lesbian and I even went out with a woman on what amounted to a date but I did not feel right. My sexual drive was now entirely focused on my submission to Claire who, true to her word, never once reciprocated.

So it was with fear that I went to her flat following a phone call in which she said that she had something very important to tell me. When I arrived she told me to undress and to go through to the bedroom. This was usually a prelude to me being secured with handcuffs. She knew I hated being used in this way but it was this fact that brought out in her some of her most intense orgasms.

I lay on the bed and allowed her to secure all four limbs to the corner posts. She now employed cuffs attached to webbing belts which could be adjusted so that my bondage could be made stricter at her whim.

Now that I was fixed fast I looked towards the bedside cabinet where she kept the accursed dildo gag, and other toys besides, but she patted me gently on the head.
Not today.

She went into the bathroom and come back with some cleansing pads with which, over the next few minutes, she proceeded to remove all traces of make-up from my face.

This was becoming a familiar prelude to one of her, by now, favorite activities. Once I was clean she picked up a tube of lubricant and began to meticulously apply a thin even coat over the whole of my face.

When she was finished she began to undress and, once she was naked, I felt the usual mix of excitement and unease. She moved closer to me allowing me to take in sight of her pussy which she had recently taken to shaving and, as I watched, she took some more lubricant and spread it over her mound.
Voila!

She took her hand away to show me the result. Her mound glistened, her labia were a brighter pink, and it had the succulence of a tropical fruit.

I braced myself for what was to come but, in a new departure, she produced a velvet sleeping mask which she slipped over my eyes. Almost immediately I felt the bed yield as she moved into place.

She straddled my head and I could tell that she was face down my body, a fact which brought with it a measure of trepidation. I felt the heat on my face as she slowly descended pausing to brush my nose with her labia - she wanted me to know how aroused she already was.

After that she settled her weight fully on my face and wriggled herself comfortable. My nose was driven deep into the cleft of her ass and pinched closed leaving me to breathe, as best I could through my mouth which was covered by her cunt.

She was in no hurry. She rested there, knowing that every breath I took was laden with the almost overbearing smell of her. When, finally, I shook my head to signal my distress she relented and began to move. To start with it was hardly a movement at all, she simply rocked in place, but then she began to use her hips. Like a locomotive gathering steam she picked up pace. At first she slid just an inch or two but soon, as she sought to increase the pleasurable friction, she was sliding over my whole face.

She started each traverse on the brow of my head and then moved up over my nose, crushing it painfully in the process, before grinding her clitoris onto my chin. She quickly found a rhythm but the encumbrance of the sleeping mask, which she was threatening to dislodge, meant that it was not as metronomic as usual.

She knew that there was a danger of causing some permanent harm if she was not careful but, once before, she had lost control in her pursuit of pleasure and I feared that it was about to happen again. Fortunately, her frustration got the better of her.
She pushed the mask off altogether and began to ride my face in more familiar fashion.

I should have closed my eyes and endured but some warped fascination made me watch as the pink meat of her sex, ever more open, came into view again and again slicked with a mixture of lubricant and her own secretions.

There was no way to tell when she was close. Now, as before, she simply came to a sudden, shuddering stop, working her clitoris against whichever protuberance offered it. This time she came while poised uneasily on my forehead where her spending mixed with perspiration ran down to sting my eyes.

She got up at once, for this was only the prelude, and slipped the mask back over my eyes. Now that I was blinded again she straddled my face once more and demanded my tongue.

The frenzy of her first orgasm was slow to abate and she could be brought to a second, more leisurely, climax without a break.

My face was red with the friction of her exertions and the heat of her was painful as she settled again just above my mouth but it was a good while before I could entice her to come again.

On rare occasions she might demand a third orgasm but I sensed that this was not such a day. Her second climax had been deep and fulfilling as evidenced by the drenched state of my face and she was slow to rise.

I was anxious now to know what she had to say to me but she made no move to release my restraints. I strained my ears, trying to follow her movements, but then I was taken by surprise. She was back on the bed and making ready once more.

For a moment I contemplated a protest but it would have done me no good. I simply resigned myself to my fate as she moved up over my face, but something was not right.

I sensed her weight coming down but then my mouth was filled with a sodden mess of pubic hair.

I tried to turn my head away but this stranger was both very aroused and very insistent. She used her thighs to keep me in place and the prominence of her pussy kept my mouth open. I indignantly refused to lick but fingers pinched my nose close and the message was clear.

Don't be a spoilsport. She's already seen what you can do. She wants you to make her come.

Claire's voice, close by, took me unaware. I wanted to know what the hell was going on but I could not speak. Who was this woman? The fact that Claire had the temerity to introduce someone else to our arrangement without my consent was bad enough but what if this was someone I knew?

One thing was for sure I was not going to be in a position to ask questions until I had done what was wanted of me and so, reluctantly, I put out my tongue. Instantly, she relaxed her grip around my head but I knew that the pressure could be reapplied just as quickly.

It seemed to me that the woman was a little lighter than Claire but the only other thing I could discern was the lush growth through which I now probed with my tongue. I wanted to make her break her silence so that I could gather more clues but she displayed remarkable self control as I brought all my oral skills into play. As I continued to listen Claire spoke once again.

Do you want to hear my news? Andre has asked me to marry him.

I was shocked and I stopped what I was doing but a quick squeeze of the head was a clear instruction to continue. As I resumed my duty I weighed up Claire's bombshell.
She had only been seeing the Frenchman for a few months and I did not have her down as the marrying kind.

You see, in a way, you've been my inspiration. Andre is besotted but he found it hard to overcome his reluctance to go down on me. In the end the solution was simple. I tied him down, just where you are now I even used the same restraints.

At first he hated it but I did not give him any choice. Now he cannot get enough.
So now I have everything I want. We'll be married next month and then we are going to set up home in America.

My immediate reaction was a sense of relief. If Claire was really leaving then I had the chance of a fresh start but as soon as the thought was formed I felt a despairing emptiness.

The question is what will happen to you? I still hope to use you from time to time in fact you can count on it, but what in the meanwhile?

As Claire spoke the woman was becoming more aroused. She was pressing down on me, demanding, and I licked deeper sensing the onset of her climax.

I did a little research and, by an amazing coincidence of wants, I found someone who needs somewhere to live in London for the next two years. So, I have a tenant for the flat, and you have a new object of desire.

With that the woman uncurled her legs and stretched them wide leaving me to bear her whole weight on my face as she ground out an orgasm that seemed to have no end.

For a few seconds I blacked out but, thankfully, once I was again compos mentis, she had resumed her previous stance.

I breathed deeply thinking more clearly with every breath and by the time she turned around, inviting me to lick between her cheeks, I knew who it was.

Was Isabel my new slave missteers.


By nutbuster