Message-ID: <13482eli$9807300150@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Eazin New Story: Possession (MFF, mild d/s, romantic, sensual) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <9e5fb531.35be66e3@aol.com> This is the world debut of this story; it's not even on my web site yet. For an otherwise-complete catalog of all of my stories, please visit: http://members.aol.com/EazinAlong Dedicated to E POSSESSION By EazinAlong@aol.com She inserted the key and unlocked the door. She entered the room tentatively, as if it was her first time. But it wasn't. She'd been here before. The furniture, the fireplace and the painting above the sofa all looked the same. The room was familiar, but the circumstances were different. Yes, it was the aura that had changed, not the room. And the man who awaited her was also familiar ... in the most intimate ways. She had spent hours kissing him, touching him, tasting him. She knew every curve and crevice of his body ... the soft parts and the firm ones. She knew the feeling of him thrusting into her and his wetness between her legs afterwards. Yet, like the room, he seemed different tonight. She knew things were going to be different, even if the room and her companion were the same. Tonight they would take their relationship into a new dimension, for tonight she would submit to him as never before. Her confidence in herself and her trust in him had finally melded with her curiosity about the realm of domination and submission. She wanted to know what it was like to let herself go, to let him have control of her sexuality, to let him use her for his pleasure. In the process, she hoped to know her own pleasure ... the pleasure of her sexuality freed of the bounds of society or stigma. And she hoped to be a part of his hedonism, to be present as he revealed himself through his yearnings. She trusted him, no doubt. She wouldn't be in this situation if she didn't. But still there was anxiety ... about what he would say to her ... do to her ... with her ... how she would respond ... whether the reality would match the fantasy ... what he would expect of her. She was simultaneously aware of the pounding in her chest and the dampness between her legs. Patiently, he stood in the corner ... in the shadows ... as her eyes adjusted to the soft light and her mind adjusted to the situation. He was dressed wholly in black .... a turtleneck, slacks and casual shoes, which highlighted his face and his hands with their elegant fingers. He offered her a glass of white wine, served with a warm smile. "Good evening," he said, the rich, familiar timber of his voice helping to put her at ease. "It's good to see you again." "It's good to be here," she replied. "But I'm a little bit nervous." "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said without elaboration. "Do you remember the safe word?" "Yes. It's 'freedom,'" she said softly. "Good, then are you prepared to submit yourself for pleasure?" he asked. She swallowed hard. "Yes," she murmured, surprising herself with the meekness of her voice. He led her to the center of the room and left her standing in a pool of soft light while he settled into an overstuffed chair. Strains of David Sanborn wafted from the stereo. He threw a leg over the arm of the chair, fingering his wine glass, exuding comfort and relaxation totally at odds with her anticipation. She looked to another chair as if to sit, but he denied her. "No, stand there for a moment while I look at you." Self-consciously, she glanced about the room. To avoid looking into his eyes, she fixated on a painting of a campfire smoldering beside a foggy stream. She put her glass to her lips. "Drink it all," he said. "And then remove your blouse." Raising the glass, she emptied it into her mouth and swallowed the final drops. She set the glass on a nearby table. Her fingers reached for the buttons, fumbling with a couple as she began to undress. Then the garment fell to the floor. The filmy black bra held ... shaped ... revealed ... her breasts. The white hills above the fabric ... the hard nipples pushing out. The room was comfortably warm, and heat radiated from the fireplace. The hard points on her chest were from excitement. He stared at her, and she averted her eyes, looking down. "Remove your skirt and your shoes," he said evenly. His voice revealed neither eagerness nor anxiety nor excitement. It was level and steady. She kicked off her shoes and felt her feet sink into the deep carpet. Reaching behind herself, she lowered the zipper. She looked into his eyes as she pushed the garment over her hips, past her knees and down to her ankles. Then she stepped out of it and stood before him wearing only the bra and matching black panties. The panties hid her most private regions but little more. The French cut emphasized her long legs. "Turn around," he said. "Let me see your bottom." Obeying his direction, she turned about face, toward the door through which she had entered this experience. She could feel the heat of the fire on one side and the heat of his gaze on her posterior ... the smooth globes encased in the tight fabric. The desire was building within her, and already part of her mind simply wanted to be taken and to collapse into his strong, reassuring arms. But that wasn't his plan, and tonight he was in control. "Take your panties off," he commanded from behind her. She slipped her thumbs inside the elastic band and pushed the skimpy briefs down her legs. In her bending, she further exposed her globes to his gaze. The cheeks separated as she pushed the panties past her knees, and he could see her most intimate regions. She wondered if he could see how wet she was becoming ... or just the swollen lips between her legs. Her panties removed, she stood again. Still facing away from him, she imagined she felt his gaze burning the flesh she was showing him. He'd always liked her bottom. She treasured the memory of the first night he had taken her there ... it had been so tender, so deliciously wicked and so powerfully erotic as he became the first man to enter her that way. She'd given him her final prize ... years after performing more conventional acts with previous lovers. Since then, she'd eagerly received him in her ass. It was something special they shared. "Very nice," he commented, almost with detachment. Her cheeks flushed. "Let me see the front." Turning again, she looked him in the eye as he stared up and down her body. His eyes focused on the vee of her legs. She saw his hand slowly massaging the fabric over his crotch. She thought about his magnificent erection. It always excited her to see it jutting, twitching, leaking. She imagined what it looked like inside his pants as he rubbed it before her. "Remove your bra," he instructed. Obediently, she reached for the clasp in the valley between her orbs and unsnapped it. She pulled the cups away to reveal her firm cleavage. The hard nipples pushed out boldly, and her arms fell to her side, dropping the garment to the floor. She flashed on a memory of the first time a boy had seen her tits ... in a dark corner of a high school party. The intensity of that moment couldn't compare to this experience. Then she was unknowing and innocent. Now she was experienced and wanting. He continued to gaze at her while massaging himself. She wanted to kneel and take him in her mouth, but she couldn't take the initiative tonight. She was his plaything. "You must be fairly excited," he said. "Yes," she whispered. "Play with your breasts, then. I know how much that can turn you on. Arouse yourself with your tits." Shyly, she cupped her breasts. It was true that stimulating her nipples was highly erotic for her. It was almost unreal the way that touching her nipples could energize the nerves in her sexual region. It was as if her body was wired wrong. It was like flipping a switch in the living room to illuminate a lamp in the den or scratching her arm to satisfy an itch on her leg. It made no sense. But it was a powerful feeling between her legs whenever her tits were fondled. And he knew it would feel that way. Massaging her orbs, she was aware of the gathering wetness in her valley. Tweaking her nipples, she felt twinges in her pussy. Erotic energy crackled through her body. She closed her eyes to savor the sensations as she kneaded and squeezed her breasts. She thought about how hot she felt and how much she wanted to be touched on her sex. Reopening her eyes, she saw that he'd withdrawn his rod from his pants and was now stroking it openly. His swollen manhood in its shades of pink and red contrasted with the black garments that enshrouded his body. She loved to watch him stroke himself. He'd been shy about it when they met, but now his self-confidence had grown as he'd learned how it affected her. He would let her watch him sometimes just to enjoy the erotic power it had on her. "You should pleasure yourself, too," he said. As much as she'd wanted to do it a few moments earlier, now she hesitated. It was still a most intimate act. He'd seen her before. Sometimes they'd done it together, propped up at opposite ends of the bed, their legs spread as they exhibited themselves and watched the other. The sight of him erupting was frequently enough to push her over the cliff of her own orgasm. But that had been voluntary; sometimes she'd even initiated it. Now she was doing it because he told her to. It was beyond her control. She felt like she was on stage beneath the lights while he was in the shadows. It would be her show. "Do it now," he said more firmly. "Put your hand between your legs and rub yourself." The demanding tone of his voice startled her slightly, but he achieved his goal as she moved her hand to the place he was watching. Her fingers toyed briefly with the wisps of hair. Then she moved her feet apart to improve her access ... three fingers covered her sex and began to rub sensuously. The middle finger pressed harder and opened the lips of her pussy, sliding easily into the valley as the abundant lubrication welcomed the invader. Her finger touched her clit, and a jolt of pleasure shook her body. Her other hand returned to her chest, squeezing and kneading a breast harder than before. Were she not stimulating herself, it would have been like the classic pose of modesty as an uncovered woman tries to cover her charms with her limbs. But this was too wanton and too indulgent. She was obviously stimulating herself. And her mind wandered to fantasy as her eyes closed. She imagined herself before a group of teen-age boys, showing them the intimacies of her body while they gawked at her display. Innocent faces tinged with the blush of sexual excitement as they stared at her. The thought of teaching them about female sexuality swirled through her brain. "Cum for me," he ordered. "Show me how hot you get when you're horny. Make yourself cum." Oh, god. She needed to hear that. She had held back slightly because she didn't know what he would want. Now she had a green light to go all the way. Her mind returned to the teen-agers. Now they were all naked ... stroking themselves as they watched her ... one erupted, spraying his liquid into the air ... then another ... and then powww ... the explosion started in her pussy, right beneath her fingers and spread through her body in a nanosecond. She gasped and moaned as the pleasure shook her core. Her knees buckled. Her fingers continued to manipulate the bud, and tremors rocked her. Seconds elapsed and felt like hours as the orgastic pleasure filled her mind and body. Unable to stand, she sank to her knees on the thick carpet. She opened her eyes to see him grinning, stroking and staring. "That was a good start." he said without emotion other than a faint smile. "Do you want to suck this?" he said of the turgid rod in his hand. "Yes," she said breathlessly. "Do you like to suck cock?" "Yes!" "Do you like to suck until it spurts in your mouth?" "Yes," she replied ... groaning ... ready to beg him for the pleasure. "Well, I'm glad to know you're getting into the right mood," he said. "But you can't have this yet." And he pushed the rigid staff back into his pants, buttoning the fly and standing. His condition was apparent even when covered, for the erection pushed at the front of his slacks. But now it was out of sight ... more distant than it seemed when she could see it in all of its glory. "Put your hands behind your head," he said. She did, and her breasts stood up more pertly than before, the nipples still swollen. He walked around her and opened a drawer behind her. She dared not move or look. She heard him approach her and stood silently. His hand fondled her bottom ... the first time he'd touched her all night. It squeezed one globe and then the other ... a finger trailed along the crack. She felt something made of fabric skim her back, and he began to wrap it around her wrists, binding them together. Though soft, it was a rope, she decided. He tied it firmly without hurting her. Her wrists were captured. Her arms were no longer free. "You may lower your arms in front of yourself now, if it would be more comfortable," he said, and she accepted the invitation gratefully. Then she watched a strip of black velvet descend before her face, and he pulled it snugly against her eyes. He tied it behind her head, checked to see that it was comfortably taut and said, "Now it's time for us to begin." A shiver of anticipation coursed through her body, and she tried to comprehend the idea that what she'd already done ... the brazen display of her sexuality ... was only a precursor of what he had planned. She felt his hands gently upon her hips as he helped her stand again. "Turn to the right," he said. She complied, and he stopped her after she'd turned about 180 degrees. "Now walk forward." Based on her knowledge of his home, she figured she was walking toward his bedroom. Tentatively, she stepped in the direction he wanted, and his hand cupped her elbow to guide her. He leaned forward to push the door open before she reached it, and she stepped into the room, the uninterrupted carpet massaging her feet. He stopped her a few feet into the room. "The bed is directly in front of you. Get onto it and lie on your back." Awkwardly she lifted a knee and climbed onto his king-size bed. She rolled onto her side with her hands still bound before her, and then onto her back. Unavoidably, her legs splayed open to expose her moist pussy. She heard the rustle of fabric ... a zipper ... and figured he was undreassing himself. The strains of music still lilted in from the living room. "You may not cum without my permission," he said firmly. "If you feel like you want to, you must ask me. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," she replied. His fingers touched her legs and lightly skimmed up the side of her calf. The fingers slowly roamed up one leg, across her abdomen and down the other. Then back up again, across her stomach, down and back up one arm ... and finally she could no longer perceive it as a trail and was merely aware of one erogenous zone after another reacting to his touch. Heavier ... softer ... her neck ... her ears ... her forehead ... down the center of her chest ... down her legs again .... every place except where she wanted it most. Then his mouth began to participate ... kissing and sucking her earlobe ... then across her cheek ... and finally planting his lips upon her mouth, her tongue instinctively meeting his. Their tongues danced in the wetness, and she could hardly comprehend where his hand was touching her now. It seemed to be everywhere, generating electricity that crackled throughout her body. But the sensations were tinged with frustration. Her hands still bound, she couldn't respond. She wanted to touch him, too. She imagined his hairy chest ... his erection ... knowing its hard magnificence from previous encounters ... the thrill of touching it when she was excited ... but today she could neither reach nor see it ... and had to content herself with the memory of how it looked in its red, turgid state. His kiss and his touch continued to inflame her. She moved her hips to suggest where she wanted to feel his fingers, but he ignored her. Then the bed shifted as someone joined them. Oh no, she thought. Someone's been watching. Who is this? What's going on? She was afraid to ask aloud. And then another pair of hands joined the incessant caressing that was exciting her body beyond belief. Her anxiety about this second person -- who? what? why? -- subsided to the steady touching, roaming hands. And the new person became particularly welcome for touching her breasts ... something he hadn't done. Finally someone was massaging her tender flesh, squeezing the nipples and giving her hope that her pussy ... her hot, swollen clit ... might also receive some desperately wanted attention. The two hands continued to fondle and stroke her breasts as his kisses moved lower ... down her neck ... warm, wet kisses down the middle of her chest ... the tongue trailing across her stomach ... teasing her navel ... and then toward her ultimate prize ... the stranger's hands still massaging her breasts ... writhing involuntarily as the sensations consumed her. Finally, his chin grazed her scant pubic hair, and he grasped a few strands with his lips and tugged them gently. She lifted her sex for him. "What do you want?" he asked. "Lick me, fuck me ... do anything" she gasped. "I don't think you're eager enough," he whispered. "Please. Please lick me." "Lick you where?" "My pussy. Please suck my pussy." She didn't care that the stranger could hear her begging ... or even that she was having to plead for something she normally expected without question. "I need it. I need to cum." "But you can't cum without permission. Remember that." "Oh, yesssssss." And finally the tip of his tongued entered her hot, wet furrow. He teased the tip of her clit and then slid lower to her steaming entrance. The hands on her breasts were becoming more insistent ... kneading, stroking ... squeezing her nipples. His tongue slowly explored and roamed through her sex. Her clit felt as rigid as she imagined his cock to be. Her groin felt on fire, even though it was soaked with her excitement. The effect of his tongue was immediate. She felt the cum begin to build inside her. She remembered his admonition. "Oh, god, I want to cum soon," she gasped. And his motion stopped. Lifting his head, he said softly, "but you don't have permission." Oh, no, she thought. He's stopped. Even the kneading of her breasts had ceased. She was helpless on the bed, naked, drenched ... and desperate to cum. Moments that seemed like hours slipped by as she opened herself completely and silently wished for someone to do her ... do anything to her ... just get her off. A finger trailed up her inner thigh and tickled her lower lips. It easily slipped between them and explored her slit. Skillfully, the finger slipped up and down and found her clit, manipulating it and flipping it side to side, rolling it. The fire in her groin, barely cooled by the interruption, returned hotter than ever. "Please let me cum," she pleaded. "I need to cum so badly." "Will you cum loudly?" he asked. She realized he was across the room ... it was the stranger that was fingering her now. "Yes, I'll cum loudly," she gasped. "Will you show us how much you enjoy it?" "Oh, yes. Please let me." "OK. You may cum." Only a second passed before the orgasm exploded inside of her. The stranger's fingers expertly stroked and manipulated her bud, and the power of the experience overwhelmed her body. Thrashing, she cried in pleasure and tensed herself to perpetuate the sensations that were shaking her. Without restraint, she cried out her pleasure, moaning for him and for the stranger. The pace of the fingers slowed as her spasms subsided. Her heart racing ... a flush across her face ... her body gently relaxing ... she savored the sensations that had consumed her body. She felt him reach behind her head and release the knot of the blindfold. As it slipped from her eyes, she beheld a lovely young woman -- probably of college age -- whom she'd never met before. "This is Mindy," he said. "Pleased to meet you, I guess" she murmured, while drinking in the young woman's body with her eyes. Soft blonde hair ... dark eyes ... the lithe frame of an athlete ... taut, round buns ... and bare lips between her legs. Mindy's pussy was as smooth as her bottom. "I think it's time for you to return the favor for Mindy," he said. "What do you mean?" she asked, though she knew the answer to her question and was simultaneously aghast and curious about sex with a woman. "Mindy wants to cum, too," he said matter of factly. "And you're going to use your mouth to help her." "Oh, no, I'm not," she replied with her apprehensions swelling. "I've never done that before." "I don't believe I gave you a choice," he said, the sternness growing in his voice. "I won't," she said decidedly, looking him in the eye. "You have one way out, and you know what it is," he said. "Otherwise, you're about to suck Mindy's pussy." "Oh, god. No." But she hadn't used her safeword, he noted with unexpressed satisfaction. "Are you refusing?" "Yes." His hands reached across her and grabbed her torso and her leg. He pulled her toward him, turning her onto her stomach as Mindy watched. Without warning, his hand smacked her bottom. "Ouch." Another smack. And then another. She writhed. Not since junior high school, when her father caught her smoking, had anyone spanked her. She didn't know which was greater ... the burning of her skin or the indignity of being spanked while a stranger watched. "Nooooo. You can't do that." "Oh, yeah?" he retorted as his hand slapped her bottom again. "I'll stop when you promise to help Mindy cum." Three more smacks changed her mind. "OK; I'll do it," she conceded. The spanking stopped, though she realized it had re-ignited her passion. Her lust was growing again. What would she do? "Are you going to obey me now?" he asked. "Yes," she said with resignation. The single word said it all. He rolled her onto her back again, and she saw Mindy gazing up and down her body with desire. Steeling herself for the unknown, she watched the coed rise to her knees ... move toward her shoulders ... and lift a leg to straddle her head. The hot, bare pussy was barely a foot from her face, and she stared at it with a mix of fear and growing curiosity. Mindy reached down and spread the lips, exposing the wet, pink skin and the swollen nub in the middle. Slowly ... the wait seemed interminable ... Mindy lowered herself onto the waiting mouth. The musky fragrance filled her senses, and the slippery wetness coated her lips. Now it was exciting her ... she felt her own juices begin to flow again as Mindy pushed her pussy into her face. "Suck her off," he said. "Make her cum." Gazing up, she saw the young woman's breasts hanging above her, and she saw the lust-filled face. Mindy was moving her hips in a sexual motion, fucking against her mouth, pushing the lower lips against her upper lips. "Yeah, that's good," Mindy cooed. "Suck it. It feels good like that." She licked at Mindy's sex, gathering the sexual liquor as Mindy moved up and down against her mouth. Then she pursed her mouth to capture Mindy's clit, and as the nub nestled against her lips, she sucked. She sucked liked she frequently sucked his cock. She sucked like he sucked her nipples. She sucked the young woman's clit steadily, wantonly and instinctively. And, without realizing it, her excitement began to grow again. Sexual images flickered through her mind, and the sight of Mindy astride her mouth ... hips thrusting ... nipples swollen ... tits heaving ... fueled her fires. She felt him moving between her legs, and his mouth returned to her sex. He could taste the excitement she was feeling from sucking Mindy's clit. Her previous reluctance was now betrayed by her body as the excitement of giving head to the young woman drenched her pussy and helped to excite her against his mouth. Mindy's gasping foretold the next event. Mindy pushed the cunt harder against her mouth and then cried out as the orgasm spread through her lithe body. The pussy was pushing her head against the bed as convulsions and moans told of Mindy's condition. "Oh, yessssss," Mindy groaned. "Suck me." Mindy's body lurched and shuddered with pleasure. The young woman kept the pussy in her face until her composure returned, and the heady scent of the woman's sex combined with his insistent lapping between her legs was building another orgasm inside of her. Mindy lifted herself from her face, and she realized she was approaching the point of no return. "Please let me cum again." No reply ... just the insistent flicking of her clit by his tongue. "Oh, I want to cum." He continued sucking and licking. She regarded his persistence as consent and when she could no longer resist, she let her mind roll into another cum. Barely fazed by her previous orgasms, this one also overpowered her senses. The taste of Mindy's wet, smooth slit and the image of Mindy's heaving breasts filled her mind as the explosion began. Different from the first two, this one seemed to pervade her body. It was an orgasm for her toes and her fingers and the rest of her body as much as it was for her pussy and her mind. Limp and drained, she relaxed as he lifted his mouth from her groin and smiled ... her juices coating the lower part of his face. He rose to his knees, and she saw the red, hard prick that she so adored. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip, and he slowly moved forward ... between her legs ... as Mindy watched. He smiled and lowered himself, her bound wrists trapped between them. Mindy moved below them and guided his arrow to her target. He paused with the tip pressing into her wet pussy ... urged it forward slightly ... she raised her hips to welcome it ... slowly he eased it into her ... inch by inch ... slowly opening her lubricated channel ... until he was in fully ... grinding his pelvic bone against hers. Holding it there for a moment, he withdrew slowly and then pushed it back in again ... faster this time ... another withdrawal ... another plunge ... the sensations of him fucking her pervaded her body. She opened her eyes and saw Mindy masturbating ... her fingers dancing in the wetness ... their eyes met ... the knowing look of two women ... the uniquely female sensations she was experiencing with him atop her ... Mindy could see their union ... see his prick thrusting in and out of her wet grotto. Familiar stirrings. To her surprise and pleasure, another orgasm was building in her sex. Each thrust fueled her lust. Erotic images filled her brain. The feeling of his pumping cock stoked her passions. "May I cum again, please?" He stopped, deep inside of her, motionless to deny her what she wanted. "Damn him!" she cursed silently as the feelings subsided. Slowly he resumed the stroking, but now her urgency had passed. Mindy was cumming ... unfettered by rules or rope ... her eyes closed with lust ... fingers furiously swirling and twirling her clit ... her face contorted ... gasping ... moaning ... she watched Mindy and felt the cock again pumping her rhytmically ... Mindy shrieking ... and then the powerful waves shaking Mindy's body ... Mindy's hips lurching and bucking ... as if meeting an imaginary lover ... slowing down ... calm replacing the intensity on her face ... a wan smile across her lips. She returned Mindy's smile and realized the sight of Mindy's cum reinforced by the prick fucking her had revived the orgasm he had quelled a few minutes ago. It built quicker this time, simply regaining the pressure it had lost when he had denied her. "Please let me cum again. Please!" she implored. "Your orgasm is your tribute to me," he gasped. "Cum loud and hard so I'll know you appreciate this." Instantly the force of the orgasm hit her. She groaned loudly and momentarily feared the lurch of her body might dislodge his thrusting hardness. Yet he plunged in again ... and again ... until she recognized his gasping and knew his moment was imminent. The prospect of his orgasm inside of her sent a final shudder through her body, and then he thrust deeply into her ... and amidst loud groans she felt the spasms that heralded his release. She welcomed his sperm, eagerly accepting his warm, sticky effusion. He lurched atop her and pressed in as deeply as he could ... their pubic hair matted together ... and she knew he was releasing the liquid she loved ... filling her with it ... emptying himself. She relaxed slightly as he moved beside her and cradled her against his hairy chest. Her legs splayed open, and Mindy silently moved between them ... kissing up the inside of her thighs, Mindy's mouth alighted on her sopping cunt ... timidly then eagerly lapping at her sex ... tasting their liquids ... nursing on her clit. It felt good, but her last orgasm of the day had passed. Now she relaxed and savored his touch ... enjoyed Mindy's ministrations ... closed her eyes ... felt his hands unbinding her wrists ... and drifted into the abyss of post-coital bliss. ___________ By EazinAlong@aol.com. All rights reserved. Feedback welcome. For a complete catalog of all of my stories, please visit: http://members.aol.com/EazinAlong -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----