Message-ID: <18684eli$9901212139@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Philster Subject: {Mr. John Jones) "Used... and Used Again" (MF+ reluc Fdom bond bi) <*> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Accept-Language: en 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: <3687D34F.D49D3896@megsinet.net> Used.. and Used Again... John J. Jones Really, I never had a thought about bondage. Well, a thought, maybe, but it was never good. I'd seen the stuff on screen and it made me angry more than anything. The thought I had was more along the line of what I'd do to the bitch (or bitches) who would try something like that on me. I'd be seriously pissed. They'd never GET me in the position to allow myself to be tied up. I'd kick their little asses. Then came Carol. At this time, I was a business consultant for a major consulting firm in New York. Now I practically run the show. My brother works with me in the business, although we rarely go on the same accounts. He occasionally introduced me to an attractive secretary or client and I did the same. Hey, work's gotta be fun SOMETIMES! It didn't start out anything like bondage. As a matter of fact, she had asked me about it and I laughed and said there was no way I would let myself be tied down and helpless by anyone. No way. There was no one in the world I trusted well enough to have me tied helpless, MUCH LESS helpless and naked. She laughed and said she understood. Carol was a very attractive redhead that my brother had introduced me to. She was about 22 years old and LOVED to party. I was 26 at the time. We had been going out on and off for about a year. We were both seeing other people. I went to her apartment once, and she answered the door in a super short teddy. Her hair was a little tussled and she was trying to hide behind the door. She was obviously a little embarrassed and giggly and asked if I could come by the next night. I agreed, and just before she closed the door, I caught a glimpse of her visitor in a front room mirror as she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. I didn't see her face, but her body and hair looked fantastic! She had long wavy golden blonde hair, that ran about 5 inches or so past her shoulders, and was wearing black panties. From what I could see in the short time, it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra. Either Carol had more than one guest, or she was bisexual... or both! I debated about whether or not I should mention what I saw the next night. By the time I was at her door, I had come to the conclusion that it was probably none of my business and unless she ever brought it up, I wouldn't talk about it. We were supposed to be going out that night, but she changed our plans and rented a few movies. We sat and watched a couple of action flicks and shared some "intimate" moments at which time we missed some of the movies (Gee, too bad...). At one time we were fooling around and she pushed me off of the couch and onto the floor. She pounced on me like a playful tiger and held my arms to the floor, sitting on my stomach and kissed my face, neck and mouth passionately. THAT turned me on. But it was something I knew I was in control of. I could have pushed her off any time. After licking my ears and practically sucking the tongue out of my mouth, she sat up slightly and asked if I liked it. I smiled so big the corners of my mouth probably touched my earlobes. I told her it was a real turn-on. The rest of the evening was great. We fucked, sucked, and generally had a sex-fest until 4am. At that time, of course, we were in her bed. She said she had to be at work at 8:30, and would like to try to get a few hours sleep. I washed up and got dressed. While I was drying off from my shower, I thought I heard her on the phone in her living room. She came from the kitchen as I was buttoning up my shirt coming from the bedroom. She gave me a deep, long kiss goodby just before I went out of the door. I stepped out into the hallway and noticed that she was looking past me. I turned, and about 6 feet down the hall, on the other side, I saw a fantastic pair of legs, a very short robe and excellent ass-cheeks tightly wrapped in small black lacy panties. That was ALL I saw at the moment, because the young lady was bent over away from us, picking something up from the floor. I managed to turn away, because I didn't want Carol to see me practically drool in the hall. Somewhat red, I'm sure, I looked back at her. She had a smile on her face that was half "uh-huh, caught you!" and half "nice, isn't it?" She winked and said goodby as she closed the door. Just about then, the girl on the other side straightened up and turned around. She gave me a wide-eyed look of "surprise" for a moment, not even attempting to cover herself, then looked me over and said "I'm sorry, excuse me." With a smile. It was her. It had to be the same girl I saw the night before in Carol's apartment. She had the same golden blonde hair and was about the same build. She kept her eye on me as she slowly moved into her apartment and closed the door. Whoa, I thought... I suppose I've got to give Carol credit for good taste, anyway. What a fox! She must have been about the same age as Carol, but she was taller, and had a slightly more rounded ass. I was on my way to a client's house later the next day, when my pager went off. I looked down, and it was Carols' number. I called and she sounded like she was in a VERY good mood, like she had been partying. It was almost time for me to end the day anyway, so I called the client and asked if I could come by early the next afternoon. They agreed, because it was almost time for their office to close up as well. I headed off to Carol's apartment. She had asked me to pick up a bottle of wine or two, or three. That supported my idea that she already had a head start. I picked up a few bottles of cold Spumante and headed over. It was movie time again. She said she enjoyed herself so much last time that she wanted to do it again. There was something about her this time. She was dressed in a sexy, tight, somewhat short red dress. Her bright flowing red hair practically looked like it was on fire over the shoulders of her dress. It was all a little disheveled, probably because she had already been drinking a little and looked extremely relaxed. I could see the tops of her nylons, because the dress was a little crooked on her legs. But the thing that really got me was her eyes -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----