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By Anonymous Author

She came out the front door of the office building and stood for a moment squinting against the noonday sun. After a brief pause, she strode purposefully down the sidewalk, unaware of the eyes intently following her form. The eyes glittered with fascination and a hint of playfulness. Perhaps it was a wisp of a cloud blocking out the sun, perhaps some dark thought from within, but for a moment a shadow flickered across his face. He ran his tongue languidly over his lips, as if her taste were already on them.
He'd watched her these last couple of days, knew her movements, knew she was headed to that Deli that was two blocks down. Following behind her in the press of people out for lunch, he paused as she stopped to look in a shop window, then closed the distance between them as she approached the alley. Just before she reached it, he drew up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
She started to whirl, but he pressed his body firmly against her back used his cheek to prevent her head from turning. She stiffened - gave a startled gasp - but his anticipation outmatched her reaction - his mouth moved instantly to her ear.
"Don't turn around," he growled softly, huskily. The voice sounded familiar, but it sent shivers down her spine. A joke to be sure, but she never expected him to play it out. How far would he go on a dare?
Passers-by were giving them strange looks. He obviously didn't care. What if one of her co-workers saw them? What would they think? She flushed in embarrassment. She tried to turn, again, but he was standing too close and still holding her shoulders. He reached up to brush the hair aside from her neck. She felt his breath hot as he planted kisses up the exposed length of her neck. She heard a low groan escape from his lips as they traveled slowly up to her ear.
He stopped and gripped her shoulders again to emphasize his words. "When I nudge you, I want you to walk straight ahead and then turn where you feel my hands guiding you. Don't turn around. Do you understand?"
She nodded, and he gave her a small but insistent push. She started forward, legs wobbly in the excitement. She did not know what he had in mind, how far he would take this.
At the entrance to the alley, he directed her into its depths. About halfway in, there was an alcove and a doorway. He urged her into the alcove. She stopped in front of a weathered wooden door, and he shifted his hand to grip her firmly by the back of her neck. Holding her immobile with one hand, he slipped his other hand under the bottom of her sweater. His fingers touched the side of her waist just above her skirt, a delicate touch on her bare skin, then moved, slowly, spidery up her ribs. She shivered, and he chuckled low in her ear.
Although the voice sounded familiar, she had never heard this tone before.
Her breathing contracted to shallow gasps as she felt his hand exploring further, touching her through her bra, cupping her breast in his palm, gently rubbing the nipple. He stood close to her for a few minutes, manipulating her easily, stroking the bare skin above and below the bra, then returning to her sensitive breast. His breath was rolling thunder in her ear.
"Very nice!" he grated. "Satin...Smooth tender skin...aching NIPPLE!"
As he said it, he grasped it sharply between his fingers and twisted.
Her back arched in response, but he drew her quickly back to him.
She felt herself unable to move, held by the firm grip on her neck, and the hand on her breast. Her jaw fell open, her body trembled, her hands reflexively opened and closed as they hung at her sides.
Held immobile, she stared straight ahead, hardly seeing the rough surface of the door in front of her, but in her peripheral vision, she could see the movement under her sweater as his fingers worked at her breast. He slipped the hand from under her sweater and gripped her shoulder slightly.
"Don't Turn Around!" His voice rasped suddenly in her ear, anticipating her deepening desire to see him. He squatted and she felt his hands on her ankles. They crept with definite intent, up her calves, tracing lines over her smooth stockings. Her knees were shaking as his insistent hands reached her thighs. The fingers moved higher and she felt them hesitate when they reached the lace tops of her stockings. Damn, when she wore them this morning, she had thought how sexy it was to wear something illicit under her skirt.
His voice penetrated her private musings. "Stockings and garters, at work?? How very naughty. How very delightful." He probed the soft flesh with his fingers, and her thighs parted imperceptibly. He dropped his hands and spoke admonishingly, "Raise your skirt at the back. Show me those sexy things that you put on this morning, thinking no one would know you were wearing them. Show them to me."
Now her face flushed with embarrassment and she wondered how he knew her thoughts. She didn't move. He grunted, then reached down and swept up the hem. She felt the sudden cool air on her thighs above the stockings. She shivered and closed her eyes, pulled her buttocks tight against the chill, and prayed no one would see her. He bunched the skirt up and into her waistband, then kneeled again to peer closely at the delicate lace. Oh, God! She felt his breath warm on her ass, then his nose urged under her exposed backside.
"Mmmmm..... what a delicious. *hot*. *wanting*. smell." As he placed a hand on her inner thigh, and slowly eased it up, she knew he would feel the wet panties. Her breath seemed frozen in her chest as his fingers probed through the delicate underwear. She shivered in embarrassment, but her clit was so erect it ached. He chuckled softly.
He stood and gripped her ass cheeks and once again his voice was in her ear. Her breath hissed out as he breathed soft words of desire, and brought his hand round to cover her mouth. The pungent smell of her own sex invaded her nostrils. His musky fingers pushed between her lips, and explored her mouth. His other hand ran lightly over her ass, and she found herself sucking his fingers in rhythm with the strokes.
He nudged her forward. She stumbled forward a half step to come face up against the rough wood of the door. The grain was pressing into her cheek. From far away, she could hear the sounds as her hands scrabbled on its surface. She was losing control, almost willing to be fucked right here. In the open. Where anyone could see. "You know what bad girls deserve, don't you?" Her head shook almost imperceptibly. "I didn't hear you." His voice became darker, more demanding. His hand held her chin, and his finger traced the line of her lips.
"No." It was a breath of a whisper. Oh god? What was he going to do?
A short, tingling smack brought her out of her mental meanderings. She let out one startled cry, and his hand covered her mouth. Another smack on the other ass cheek and a torrent of wetness escaped her pussy as she jerked. He continued with his open palm a few more times. The spanking was not severe, but it served its purpose.
"Now your ass is nice and warm. Mmmmmm. I like a hot ass."
Her eyes widened to the sound of a zipper coming down and then his cock was springing against her stocking tops. He stood square behind her, grinding his hardness against her, his hands with an undeniable grip on her shoulders. She didn't resist, didn't struggle, began wishing and hoping that he would give her what she now desperately craved. But it was just teasing. He pulled her away from her wooden support.
"Open the door."
Her shaking hands fumbled with the knob as she complied. He urged her inside. Her skirt was still tucked up in back. They went up a flight of stairs, his right hand again holding the back of her neck, fingers just under her jawbone, his left hand up under her sweater, stroking her breast, her side, her back. At the top of the stairs, he directed her to the right, and she found herself facing another door. He handed her a key and she opened it. She still could not turn around. Could not see his face.
Inside was an apartment. Sort of an artist's studio-type of place. It was big, open and airy. A north-facing window stretched from floor to ceiling, and warm light spilled across the hardwood floors. There was a leather couch with two over-stuffed chairs facing, and a big bed off in one corner. He directed her towards an area rug on the floor. He unbuttoned her skirt with his free hand, and tossed it to one side. Then he pulled her sweater off, and tossed it too.
She tried to turn in that instant, but he caught her, and twisted her face away from him.
He produced, from a pocket perhaps, some sort of thinly rolled black scarf. This he tied over her eyes in a blindfold.
"So you don't peek."
She moaned softly. He took his hands away and she could hear the sound of his clothing being removed, the familiar tearing sound of a package being opened, latex being stretched...
Then, suddenly, he was pressing his face into the side of her neck, kissing passionately. His body pressed hot and hard up against her back. She gasped, and instinctively pressed back against him, in that age-old rutting motion. Both his hands now ran up and down the length of her sides. Her hands came up and tried to direct his to places more wanting, but he was in full teasing mode, and would not be diverted. Slowly, sooooo slowly, the hands beneath hers worked their way round to her stomach, her chest, to her breasts, and nipples, now both achingly erect. One hand continued to play with her through the satin and lace, while the other slid down into the wet recesses between her legs.
She now had a burning need to be fucked, and he knew it. His fingers danced down her front, squeezing, tweaking, sliding in the slippery juices, seeping from the satin panties. His hardness prodded her from behind, nudging easily between her legs. In one deft motion, he pulled the crotch aside, and thrust up inside of her. She moaned and gasped, and pushed back against him, feeling the full length of him pressing up into her.
"Aaaahhhhhh..." It was incredible! That first moment of entry, that first thrust, that at once scratches the itch and yet makes it more intense.... But he was only teasing. He pulled out just as suddenly, and she groaned in frustration. He pulled the panties down and off.
He unclasped her bra and removed it. He slid off her heels and left her in nothing but the garter and stockings. "Lie down. On your stomach." His voice was hoarse and insistent with longing and lust. She wanted nothing more than to comply. She laid down on the rug and impatiently awaited his next move.
She was stretched out before him but the tension in her body curled her back to an arch which raised her pelvis off the rug. The shag threads brushed her, teased her, excited her further. Sensing this, he placed his hands on her hips, raising and lowering her ever so slightly until the shag tips of the carpet became dewed with expectation.
"You're tense," he said, with a short stressed "t" and a long drawn out "s". "I can help." He knelt over her thighs. His hands worked from her hips to her shoulders. Alternating between soft and hard pressure, his hands kneaded her body.
Then he hesitated - in thoughtful contemplation of his next move. He repeated the pattern. A little here, a little there. She exhaled each time. He could almost visualize her eyes - an unfocused glaze. She relaxed completely, flowing to the carpet like a pool of water.
"We can't have you too relaxed," he said with laughter and a hint of the wicked in his voice. He stretched his legs out behind him until he was laying flat on her back. His hardness stretched out along the valley between her ass cheeks. He continued kneading her back, her shoulders, her arms. Each soft knead was accompanied by a soft stroke below, teasing her. Each hard knead brought a hard stroke of want. Each hesitation sharpened the blade of anticipation.
She squirmed beneath him. Wanting to feel him inside again, but he was taking great delight in this teasing - this slow torturous pleasuring. This total control over her. The ministrations on her shoulders, back and arms were no longer having a soothing effect, since his hardness was now taunting her so wantonly. He pulled back further and stroked the wetness of her slit with the head of his cock.
She gasped and tried to push back onto him, to feel him inside. But noooo, he pulled away, teasing, teasing, using his hand now, to guide it in slow circles around those swollen, succulent lips. She gritted her teeth in frustration and groaned. He was merciless, prodding her more, just barely slipping inside of her, a few millimeters, then pulling out and sliding up and down the length of her crease. Her nails made frantic scratching sounds as she raked lines in the pile of the carpet.
Finally, he could stand it no longer himself, and he plunged deep inside, delighted by the startled gasp it elicited from her. He withdrew slowly and then thrust into her again.
She couldn't see the mottled flush that had painted the taut chest muscles pressed into her back. His hands slid beneath her, fingers curling into the giving flesh of her inner thighs. He drew her legs farther apart. Together they became a wave of undulating motion accentuated by gasping breaths, soft moans, and guttural groans of pleasure.
He stopped. He held her quivering legs to him, and whispered softly, "Don't move! Relax... shhhhh... relax...."
She knew that this slowing down, this halting was just another form of teasing, another form of torture. He gently eased out, and rolled her onto her back. Her thighs were slick - glistening like fresh-buttered bread. As his fingers traveled along the garter straps and stockings, he admired her inviting body. He cupped her hand under his balls so she could feel his approval as his low growl was accentuated by a further tightening.
He lowered his head next to hers and spoke in a low, soft voice, "Now something special, -- its called -- the 'flutter'."
Her lips pursed perplexedly but then quickly drew into a devilish grin. "Show me," she said.
While kneeling he spread her legs wider, and pressed the back of her legs with the front of his. Her ass rose slightly from the carpet. He licked the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and reached between her knees to slowly roll her tubular left nipple while spreading her legs wider with his elbow. The fingertips of his right hand softly, barely caressed her stomach in descending circular motions. Soon the fingers of his right hand became entangled in the snarls of her hair.
"Coarse, but wetly lubricated," he thought to himself, "nice contrast". He then turned his palm facing upward and inserted his index and middle finger into her. His thumb started to quiver on her exposed button while his fingers rapidly fluttered inside her.
The wet became wetter as her breath whistled from her throat in a near-scream. She arched her back involuntarily at the intensity of the orgasm. Her hips bucked and writhed for a considerable length of time. As her motions subsided, a soft moan escaped her lips... "Oohhh god..."
He chuckled, his voice turned soft and inviting, "I see you still have things to learn. And I have so many things I can teach you...."
He could tell by the way her hips were undulating, in soft smooth motions, that her lust had not been fully sated. Then again, nor had his. He was aching. This game of teasing also had the benefit of intensifying his own arousal. He placed his hands on either side of her chest, leaned forward and kissed her full and wet on her slightly open mouth. She responded hungrily. Her hands slid up his smooth chest. Her trembling thumbs found his nipples, and worked them in agitation. The small nubs stiffened immediately. There was something about them, something unexpected and different, but she couldn't quite place it....
She reached a hand down to grip his cock, meaning to slide it into her. But he would have none of that. His voice was thick syrup, mockingly admonishing, "Ah, ah, ah. No! Naughty girl. You get it when *I* say you do...." The small stinging smack on her hand shocked her. She was even more surprised by the juices that flowed as a result.
He rose and pulled her to a standing position. She was disoriented, trying to remember the layout of the room. For a moment, she was alone, swaying, unsupported - then he was back. She heard a squirting sound and his hands began sliding all over her body. Slippery, slick, and cool. The scent was musky, heady. He was rubbing oil into her. His hands washed over her clavicle, her breasts, her belly, her inner thighs.
He purposely avoided her wet and aching snatch. The ass! The hands went away, and then came back again, replenished with the cool liquid. This time he administered it to her back, her buttocks, the crack of her ass. His fingers lingered a long, teasing time there, between her cheeks.... She pushed back against his hand, cheeks clenched in tight uncertainty. He manipulated gently until her muscles relaxed. Then he withdrew his hand and slapped her lightly on her bum.
He began pushing, guiding her forward. She held her hands out in front of herself, tentatively. After several steps, they came in contact with a wall. No. Not a wall. It was smooth, cold. A mirror?
She couldn't be sure, but the next thing she knew, he was pressing her cheek, her chest, against this suddenly cold and ungiving surface. His knees pushed between her legs, and she nearly buckled trying to regain her balance. With one hand entwined in her hair at the nape of her neck, he pressed her cheek securely to the mirror. Was it a mirror? She didn't recall seeing one in the room...
He began biting up her neck. Soft, insistent bites, that grew harder as he reached her ear. His other hand had been caressing her back, her ass. Now it slipped between her cheeks again. She could feel his long fingers probing her, pushing at her. "Oh! Ohhhhhhh...." she moaned uninhibitedly.
He growled in response, his finger slid easily in and out of her slippery ass. He pressed his chest up against her, his lips brushed her ear. "My god, but you're horny, aren't you?" He said it quietly, but his voice was a growling roar in her ear. Vaguely menacing, enticing.
Her splayed fingers convulsed on the mirror. (god, it was a *big* mirror) Her response came out in shallow gasps, "yes.... yesssss.... YES! Ungh!"
At that moment he stuffed his cock up her cunt, and groaned at the exquisite feel of it. His entire body pressed against her, nearly crushing her against the mirror. She gasped and writhed with each long, slow thrust of his cock. He pushed so hard up inside of her, that it nearly raised her off the floor. Her mouth opened and she heard her voice in a scream of pleasure as he took possession of her body.
His lips were back at her ear again. Hoarse words were accentuated by bites to the edges, the lobe, "God! I love the feel of a wet cunt!" He began telling her all the things he was doing to her, all the things he was planning to do with her.
Her pussy gushed wetter, juicier, with every word. He reached around in front, and began tweaking and teasing her clit. Rubbing side-to-side, gently squeezing, pulling, pressing. Her legs began to tremble ferociously and her moans took on a fevered pitch, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! oh! Oh! OH!!" Her hips bucked and ground into his hand, mashing it against the mirror.
He cupped her mons in his hand, as her orgasm subsided. As the last shudders coursed through her body, she shoved hard back against him and begged, "Oh, please, please, please...."
"Please what? What do you want my sweet little cunt?"
"Fuck me HARD!"
"Uh Uh! You forgot the magic word." He held her tight to the mirror. "Please fuck me HARDER!" then softer, "Please?"
He was too close to the edge to resist. He dug both hands into the flesh of her hips. His slow, deep fucking changed and took on a new, and frenzied pace. With every jabbing thrust he jammed himself to the hilt, grinding and then backing off to thrust again.
She slid and jiggled against the mirror as he pounded into her. Her mouth went slack, as sobbing moans escaped on each deep penetration. Then he reached round to her inner thighs, pulled her tight to him and pumped his load into her delicious recesses, his spurts accompanied by guttural groans. Her sobbing eased to gasping, shallow breaths. His lips whispered anxious kisses up the back of her neck.
He gently removed the blindfold. When she opened her eyes, she had to squint at the sudden brightness of blue sky and birds whirling close by, on the other side of the window.