Message-ID: <17131eli$9811110530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: begonespam@aol.com (Begonespam) Subject: {AdrianHunter} Repost: What's Gotten Into Jennifer? (bd) [1/4] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19981110180729.03852.00002015@ng10.aol.com> What's Gotten Into Jennifer? By Adrian Hunter "Oh, those're nipple clamps. Like this." Karen took Jennifer's pinkie and placed it between the black plastic tips of the tweezers-like device, then started sliding the little metal loop up. Amazing. Just amazing. Karen laughed at her friend's obvious consternation. "You should try wearing them all night." Jennifer had never for a moment imagined that Karen and her husband were into this sort of thing. But from the looks of it, they were definitely pros. The girls had been talking about their spouses, as usual, and after several glasses of wine, Karen had started bragging about her great sex life with Robert. When she brought up bondage, Jennifer figured she meant a silk scarf around the wrists, not an oversized briefcase filled with leather and rope and all sorts of weird toys which Karen was now describing. Jennifer pulled out a short dildo shaped like a Christmas tree. "Butt plug," Karen said. Then she burst into manic giggles. Later, Karen showed Jennifer some magazines filled with nothing but pictures of women bound in some very unusual, and possibly quite painful, positions. Jennifer was transfixed by the images. It was all so strange, yet she couldn't help imagining what it would be like to be tied up herself. It was...intriguing. No, make that exciting. That night, Jennifer went out of her way to let her husband know that he was going get some later on. When they were in the preliminary stages of what promised to be a wild romp, Jennifer whispered heavily in his ear that he could do whatever he wanted to her tonight. When he answered with the inevitable what-did-you-have-in-mind, she held her arms over her head and pretended to struggle. But he didn't seem to get it, so she reached down and began stroking his balls. "You'd better make sure I can't get away," she purred. "What, you want me to tie you up? Really? Gee, I never...well, sure, but..." Jennifer tried hard not to sigh. Good old David. Mr. Missionary. He wasn't much for experimentation in bed, and in truth, Jennifer hadn't much minded. Until now. He finally succeeded in tying her wrists to the headboard with her bathrobe sash, but that was all he could manage before they started a standard round of belly flopping. When he finished, he immediately freed her, gave her a big kiss, and rolled over in preparation for his post-coital coma. Jennifer lay on her back, waiting for the regular breathing that signaled David's departure from the land of the living. Her hands twitched nervously on her private parts as she tried to forget her disappointment and focused on the dark visions burned into her head that afternoon with Karen. As her fingers pushed harder against her moist sex, she saw herself bound and gagged and abused in ways she had never considered. Clamps, dildos, Karen's whip with the long flat strips of leather hanging from a thick handle...her hands were flying now...strapped to a chair, hog-tied on the floor, hanging...Jennifer could feel the climax building up like a balloon with too much air...elbows tied, moaning...moaning... here it comes...a man grabs her hips and positions his cock against the puckered brown circle between her exposed cheeks...he starts pushing forward...faster, faster...oh... ohmigod...oh...oh...ohohoh...uummMMMPPHHH! When Jennifer's groin exploded, she finally saw the face of her imaginary tormentor. Robert. No. She couldn't do that to Karen. Could she? The question really was, could she not? Nobody would have to know. David stirred fitfully as she trembled and heaved against him. Poor boy, she thought. He doesn't know what he's going to miss. She smiled and closed her eyes. Good thing Karen travels a lot. "I might just have to take a little business trip myself," Jennifer said softly to her pillow as she drifted off. It didn't take her long to put together a plan. She was fairly confident she could get Robert into the sack. He was forever flirting with her, and Karen had mentioned a bit of an obsession with her chest. Even though her friend was slim and attractive, Jennifer knew her own charms were considerable. Although she was forever trying to lose five pounds, she recognized that most men had a tendency to gaze downward when they talked to her. One even told her she had the kind of body that inspired sculptors, which was flattering until he added that she could pose for him any time. Jennifer only had to wait a few days before Karen announced she had to attend a critical meeting in Chicago, and she figured she might as well do some prospecting while she was there. David wasn't too happy to hear about her own sudden trip to Kansas City, but Jennifer promised to only stay as long as absolutely necessary. "Well, if you're not going to be around, maybe I'll take a few days off and do some midweek skiing," he said. Jennifer enthusiastically agreed, relieved she wouldn't have to book hotel rooms and engage in related subterfuges. Once she got David heading north ("oh, don't bother calling me in Kansas City. Just enjoy yourself"), she needed a strategy to seduce Robert. Should she simply show up unannounced at his house? Call and propose a dinner date? Try to lure him to a hotel? She decided she would call and offer to bring over a dish of lasagna that she had planned to serve to David that night, and would he help her eat it instead? Robert was agreeable. "You know that Karen's gone," he had said at first, but Jennifer could tell by his tone of voice he wasn't thinking what she was thinking. After polishing off a bottle of wine apiece, Jennifer shifted into bedroom-eyes mode and it didn't take long before they were grappling and groping and peeling off clothes as if they were bananas. As they rolled onto the oversized brass bed, Jennifer reached for the headboard, looked straight into Robert's eyes and told him she knew what he really wanted to do. "Are you sure?" he had asked with a wry grin. "I know all about your little secret," she replied as she spread her legs in a wide V. "Have you ever done this before?" "Yes. No. But I really want to. Please?" "Well, you don't have to beg." He swung his feet to the floor. "Yet." Where was he going, she thought as he left the bedroom. The briefcase is right under the bed... He quickly returned holding a handful of old ties, then climbed on top of her and started wrapping one around her left wrist. "Aren't you going to tie my ankles, too?" she pouted when he seemed to be finished. "My, what a demanding little slave you are." She closed her eyes and let out a soft cry as he pulled her feet toward the ends of the bed. He used the last tie as a blindfold, which scared Jennifer just a little. "Why don't you use it as a gag instead?" she suggested. "Don't tempt me," he replied from the other side of the room. "I might not ever take it off." "It's in the briefcase." "Oh, so you know about that. All in good time." Jennifer pretended to struggle, but she couldn't tell what effect it had on Robert. He was being awfully quiet. Something brushed against the inside of one thigh, then the other, then her stomach. She felt her muscles tighten involuntarily. "Don't...I'm really ticklish." Damn. That was a mistake, she told herself. "You were right about the gag," she heard him say as he filled her mouth with her panties. He must have found another old tie to wrap around the lower part of her face. Jennifer felt herself rise off the bed as Robert worked a pillow, then another, under her bottom, causing her limbs to stretch just far enough so she couldn't really move at all. The unfamiliar sensation of cool air between her legs made her shiver. She was very restrained, and very vulnerable. You asked for this, she told herself as Robert resumed drawing lazy circles with his oversized feather, this time on one of her knees. When he started on the soles of her feet, she yelped, but it only encouraged him to make it worse. As he slowly traced the plume's tip up and down various parts of her body, Jennifer's crotch started to feel like it was filled with static electricity. Then, after exploring practically every square inch of exposed flesh, he went to work on her pussy. She soon stopped trying to maintain her cool and let loose with a loud series of groans. After what seemed like hours of torment, she distinctly heard Robert chuckle before he placed his mouth over the top of her mound and sucked her clitoris between his teeth. Jennifer literally saw stars as her body was wracked by the convulsions of her towering climax. And then he wouldn't stop sucking. Here it comes again... She felt her nipples being squeezed hard, and screamed into her now-sopping gag. When he finally let go, Jennifer thought she was going to pass out. She had lost count of the number of orgasms he'd caused, but she was sure it was her personal best. Robert left her panting for a good 20 minutes. When he finally untied her, she collapsed into his arms dramatically. "That was...that was...beyond words." "Mmmmm." "Same time tomorrow?" "Mmm-hmmm." "Briefcase and all?" Silence. "Please? Pretty please?" "OK. On one condition." "Anything." "I want you to go out and buy something special to wear for me. Something you've never even considered before. Something that's beyond embarrassing. Something that leaves nothing to the imagination." "Anything particular in mind." "Surprise me. Just make sure it's slutty." Robert reached down and goosed Jennifer hard. "Like you." ___________________________________________ Story archive: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/9911/door.html Mail: adrianhunter-at-geocities-dot-com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----