Message-ID: <722eli$9705081532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: darla@accessone.com, ming@ra.isisnet.com (DarMing) Subject: TRUTH (bdsm) Truth by Ming (ming@isisnet.com) November, 1996 Needs, or preferences? -- that's the age old question. I've been thinking lately, that it's two ends of the same stick. Or maybe that there is some 'crossover' region. You have certain needs, and I'd prefer that you have them satisfied. You rely upon me for that. I too, have needs, and they have become yours -- over time. That's what we are all about, isn't it? Are you feeling the pressure of your needs; the weight of my preferences? I'm not certain. But I know that something is going to happen tonight, which means that I am going to make it happen... whatever ³it² turns out to be. The fact that we are in a public setting---a party--- makes a lot less difference than once it would have. Is that because of a change in my preferences, or your needs? Perhaps we shall see. But the location isn't quite right -- not for what I suddenly have in mind. With my hand at the small of your back, I guide you to the corner, a bit more out of the way. You smile at me over your bare shoulder -- a questioning smile. You wonder what I want. I smile back at you. I know what I want. It's that dress you're wearing that did it... low cut, with those little spaghetti straps that fall down so easily. I selected that dress for this occasion and maybe, even then, this idea was swirling around in the back of my mind. The other thing that has set me off on this venture, is that we don't really know anybody here. It's one of those obligatory parties at which nobody seems to know anybody else very well. Perfect. We reach a spot in the corner of the room and I survey the crowd -- looking for likely 'targets'. My eye falls upon a couple not far away. She is younger and he older, but not absurdly so. She has a sort of look; a look that I've seen before and think I recognize. I nod to them and smile. They puzzle their brows and glance at one another, wondering which of them knows us, and make their way obligingly to our corner. We talk the kind of inconsequentials that one does at these affairs, and have some difficulty keeping him on topic. He is distracted by you -- the snowy swell of your breasts--- you fill the eye even more than usual tonight. His partner -- their first date I have the feeling -- did they tell me that? No matter. If there was dancing, he would have asked me by now if he could dance with my lady. Well, maybe he still can. I lean forward a bit. It gives the illusion of privacy without the inconvenience of it's substance. "Yes, they are very nice -- aren't they?" He actually starts to nod, before he catches himself. "What are?" I smile a pained sort of 'Please don't bother with the bullshit' smile. "Her tits -- quite lovely in fact, wouldn't you say?" This is a kind of crossroad, obviously. If I have guessed wrong, they may walk away in a huff. We might even have to leave. I wouldn't like that. It is a close call. He has started to edge away with a ŒWhat kind of weird scene have I stumbled into here?¹ look on his face, but she saves the day -- I might have expected that. "Yes they certainly are!" is her remark and it snaps him right back. He has decided that it's going to be ok after all to admire your tits. Your eyes have been down since my remark. You are blushing now and confused. You begin to move to cross your arms over these admirable assets. But you know better than to do any more than begin. I take the next step. "Would you like to check them out?" His jaw drops and you flinch. "Check them out ...?" is all he can manage as his eyes flash now to the left and now to the right. _Her_ eyes, on the other hand, have gotten noticeably brighter. "Sure -- you know -- feel them. It's ok, just reach out and hold her by the tits." His hands move as though remotely operated by somebody behind the heavy drapes. Tentatively they come up and are filled with you. Your eyes raise to mine just for a second then. Just long enough to see mine. Just long enough for my expression to silence whatever you were planning to say. Then you look down again. Now, however, there is something for you to see. His hands on your tits. Not doing anything yet, but undeniably _there_. Your blush deepens, which is something I wouldn't have believed possible. Your eyes close. He is watching you as much as his own hands on you, and this eye-closing alarms him. "Are you sure this is ok?" She very nearly gives a snort at that. At least her lip curls as she reassures "Sure it's ok -- he told us that already." I nod to reinforce her. "She _likes_ it. Go ahead and give them a squeeze!" He does it immediately, as though he had been waiting only for my signal. You wince a bit, and of course he removes his hands right away. "I didn't mean ..." he begins... which even he realizes is remarkably silly. Finally he takes refuge in "I really don't like to do this kind of thing out in public." I shrug, and look at her. She smiles at me, a very bright smile, and steps into the breach. "I understand," I say to him, "why don't you stand here" I indicate a spot "and that will block the view of the others -- give us a bit more privacy." An absurd thing to say, I know, but he reacts as though he has heard a pronouncement of ancient wisdom and moves to stand in the spot. She is now in position and has her hands full of you. His eyes are hot, and he is very flushed now. She is not one to be tentative. She likes the weight of you and smiles delightedly. She jiggles and bounces you, glorying in the feel. At this handling your eyes snap open again and you look at me in wonder. I smile at you. Without removing her hands from you, she leans forward and kisses the side of your throat. "You are a hot little piece aren't you?", she purrs. He flushes at that -- aroused but now a bit angry. Doesn't like the attention ebbing away from himself. "You know I really don't feel comfortable ..." She is quick to knock him from his high-horse. "Then don't watch!" she snaps. He turns his back in a huff, and that suits me just fine. She and I share a conspiratorial smile. She moves her head closer to me now and whispers "I'm dying to get at her nipples." I nod. "And so you shall my dear!" Then I nod again, this time at you. You drop your eyes. I can feel you wondering if you can pretend that you didn't see my signal. I can feel the scalding hot rush of your submission. It warms me as nothing else can. Your arms cross in front of you for a brief moment and you slip the straps of your dress down. All without raising your eyes. She is on you again in a flash. Tugging briskly. Baring you. I speak to you at last. ³Put your hands behind your back, wrists crossed please, darling." We don't want any round shoulders now. In this position you are thrust forward. For her. She is forceful with you -- taking what she wants. One hand supports a breast while the other is busy with that nipple. Small pinching motions as her fingers pluck at you, then she pulls out the nipple and lets it go. She quickly follows this with the same treatment on the other. She raises her head then and looks you in the eyes as she holds you by both your pink, and by now erect, teats. "So hard" she sighs, "I love stiff nipples!" She shakes your tits by the nipples. They jiggle for us once more. She turns to me, and as she does she gives your nipples a twist. It might have been an accident that twist, a side effect of her turning while she is holding her prizes so tightly. But it isn't. She sees that I know that. She also sees that I am enjoying her plundering of you. So she gives them a sharp upward tug, bringing you up on your toes with a gasp. Her mouth opens then and the breath catches in her throat for a moment. It is this I have been awaiting. "I'd give anything to suck them." Her eyes plead. He heard that all right. He begins to turn so he can watch her mouth on you. Who wouldn't want to watch that? But his duties as our 'guard' turn him back again. Another knot of people is drifting our way. He makes to glare at them and they stop -- puzzled. While this has been going on I have of course realized that her remark was not hyperbole, but rather an offer. I accept gladly by indicating with a gesture where she is to stand. She moves quickly, almost leaping into the new position, never for a moment letting go of you. Then she simultaneously bends her head and lifts your tits. It has been wonderful watching you. Your embarrassment. Your pretense that this is all happening to somebody else. _That_ didn't last past her beginning the rough stuff. You have always been sensitive there. I am reminded of that, if I needed any reminder, when I see the tears in your lovely eyes. Your eyes glisten with them, and with something else. You are involved now. I am involved too of course. I am claiming my fee. She gets to make free with your tits, and I get to make free with her. My hand is beneath her skirt and between her thighs. Her panties are soaking. I can easily feel her legs trembling. I decide to do her through her panties. You never know what is going to be hottest, until the event is upon you. It would be easy to twitch the panties aside -- easy, and not nearly as hot. I stroke the soaking material along the crease of her puss -- lightly at first, as she devours your pink confections. She is vocalizing in the most extraordinary way now -- a sort of high-pitched whining sound. And the sucking noises of course -- they are quite loud. She seems to be sucking in as much of your tit as she can without choking herself, while her busy fingers worry the nipple that is not in her mouth. I continue to stroke her as she suckles, still softly. Your chin is up and your eyes half closed. You rise once more on your toes in an attempt to satisfy her -- a vain attempt, and your head is finally tilted right back. She switches to the other nipple and her fingers capture the one now gleaming with her saliva. Her arousal is now at such a high level that she thrusts back against my hand without the least awareness that is she is doing it. Ipush two fingers into her, taking the panties with them, and she squeals around her mouthful of you. You make a sound too. With her teeth into you, the way they are, it would be amazing if you didn't. There are sure to be tooth marks, I think with the most profound satisfaction. Some spark of awareness makes her release you then, just as her orgasm hits her. It comes as a surprise to her and to me as well. I was hoping for a bit longer, but I am happy with what we have achieved. It is my hand between her legs that holds her up finally as she shakes with the force of it. All my strength is needed for that. It is in a good cause. Her eyes roll up and she makes a sort of strangled snorting sound. Very satisfactory indeed! It's too much for him of course and he turns about to see what is going on. We are ready by then. My hand is on her hip -- over-familiar no doubt but not over the top, given that she has been fondling you. And you have your dress back in place. The only sign of what has happened is the saliva on you. Strings of it across the tops of your breasts. For all anyone knows, you could have spilled a drink. I extend my hand and he takes it automatically, with surprise on his face. "Thanks very much old chap," I intone ironically -- lost on him, "it's been a great pleasure." That isn't lost on him, and his eyes widen. "But we must be on our way now." Several emotions play over his features, relief being the most prominent. "Of course." he says "Glad to have met you." he says. I smile at that, though he does not. You give her a polite peck on the cheek and smile at them both, saying nothing. It seems to awaken her all at once. "Wait!" she calls after us in a breathy voice. "My phone number!" I pause and you with me. It isn't a long pause. Her orgasm was satisfactory but certainly no more than that. I look at you then and you roll your eyes upward slightly. I speak to her over my shoulder as we continue out. "I think it's best this way, don't you?" By then we are out of the room and I cannot hear her answer, if any. You are holding my arm as tightly as you can but it isn't for reassurance. It isn't because you need my support. You want me to hurry. You want to get home as quickly as possible while this is all still fresh for you. And I want that too. I like to see to your needs. -- bdsm fiction/guest book/salon: http://www.ourhouse.org Ming and Darla -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /