Panther007
09-14-2006, 08:16 PM
Being Neighborly
Sarah Price was a knockout. She was tall, buxom, and from her physique you could tell she was heavy into aerobics or the like. Her hair was strawberry blonde and when she jogged kept she them in the cutest pigtails. I had moved into the house next door to her place about a week ago, and at first I simply enjoyed watching her go by on her morning runs, but upon learning that she was divorced and living alone I decided to make my move. I first presented myself at her door with a nice gift basket that included chocolate covered strawberries, tangerines, and a bottle of wine from a local vineyard. She invited me in, laughing at the fact that she should be the one bringing me a welcome wagon basket, she gave me the ten cent tour of her home, and afterwards we settled in the kitchen where she opened the wine and poured us both a glass. She was twenty-three years old, which I thought was rather young for a divorcée, and like me she had moved to Toronto to get a fresh start. We sipped wine and traded goofy anecdotes until I excused myself saying that it was late and I had to get up early for work in the morning (a lie but one should never overstay ones welcome), but as I stepped through the door I turned and asked if she would be interested in seeing a movie. She said that sounded lovely, and we agreed to see a film that Friday.
I work in the entertainment business, and I’m quite the movie buff so Sarah agreed to let me choose the movie. Lucky for me “Secretary” starring James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhall was playing at a local rep theatre, and for those of you unfamiliar with the film it is about a woman who goes to work for a demanding boss, and slowly enters into a sadomasochistic relationship with him. The film is far from porn but it’s scenes of bondage and submission may make it seem an odd choice for a first date, but I had a little inside information other suitors may have lacked. When Sarah had given me the tour of her house I had spotted a book on her nightstand that immediately piqued my interest, the illustrated “Delta of Venus” by Anais Nin. The book is resplendent in the darker arts of love, and I happened to be familiar with that particular edition and knew the bondage art in it was splendid. So as the movie played in the darkened theatre I kept my eye on Sarah do gauge her reaction to some of the more erotic scenes, and was pleased to see that she seemed to be enjoying it. After the movie we walked to a café and sat in the corner to talk, downed a few glasses of Chardonnet, and of course the subject matter of the movie did come up. I mentioned spotting her copy of “Delta of Venus” she laughed, and quickly informed me it had been a gag gift from a girlfriend.
We retuned to her place and she invited me for a nightcap. It was chilly and damp, being your typical Toronto fall day, so I offered to start a fire.
“That would be just wonderful,” she said with a smile, “Wood is in the box by the fireplace, and theirs matches on the mantle, just let me go and get into something more comfortable,” and then she bounded up the stairs. By the time she returned I had a nice fire going, but the flames that really were ignited were in the ones in my loins as Sarah descended the stairs in a black teddy that was made of the sheerest material I had ever seen, and her hair was fanned out like a golden halo around her beautiful face as the fire light danced over her heavenly features. People use the phrase “struck dumb” but until that moment I had know idea how that was possible. As she approached, a half smile slowly formed, as I just sat there paralyzed. The next few moments remain a blur and all I can say is eventually we were both naked on the rug in front of the fire. My hands explored every inch of her baby soft skin, our mouths locked in a kiss of deep hunger, it seemed I had truly found bliss, and I never wanted it to end.
My member was more than ready, it was almost painfully hard, and as we kissed I eased it into her moist pussy. She gasped into my mouth as my cock slid inside her, and I gave it a bit of an extra hard push that made he cry out. Her pussy closed around my cock like a vise, her muscles practically milking me as I began to pump in and out of her.
“Oh yes, harder!” she cried as picked up the pace. I gave her another hard kiss and then ran my tongue down her neck to the valley between her breasts, tasting the salty sweat that had pooled there. My hands slid up her arms until I had her each of her wrists, I then pulled her arms up over her head and held them there while continue to increase the rhythm of my fucking. Pinned beneath me and with her hands held secure above her Sarah could do nothing but lay back and enjoy herself. I was in the driver’s seat and she knew it. A few minutes later her juices exploded around my cock as she orgasmed.
“Baby you are every boy’s wet dream come true,” I whispered to her, and this was one dream I didn’t want to end too soon, so much to her dismay I withdrew my still raging hardon, and rolled her over on to he stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Do you trust me?” Now this was a first date, and she had no real reason to trust me, but I guess in the after glow of an orgasm your judgment may be slightly impaired.
“Yessssssssss,” she hissed, and ground her butt up into my groin. She must have assumed I wanted to fuck her in the sweet tight ass, which I did, but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I reached over to my silk tie that must have been discarded during those first moments of passion, and then I took hold of her wrists, pulled them behind her, and proceeded to tie them together. “Wait what you are doing?” she demanded trying to turn her head around to see. I picked up her panties, and stuffed them in her questioning mouth. Now I didn’t secure the panties in place so she could have spit them out at any time, that she didn’t told me I had the green light.
“That book your girlfriend gave you may have been a joke, but it managed to make it to your nightstand, and your reaction to tonight’s movie tells me that maybe your ready for a little walk on the wild side.” I emphasized this by stuff two fingers into her pussy. She groaned enthusiastically so I forced them in deeper, and with my free hand gave her pretty little ass a good swat. This caused her to cry out through her panty stuffed mouth, and me to grin in anticipation of tonight’s’ fun. I picked her up and moved her to the couch so that her stomach as draped over its well padded arm and her face pressed down into the cushions, and with her ass pointing up into the air providing such an excellent target that I had to give those ass cheeks a couple more swats eliciting more delightfully muffled yelps from Sarah. My fingers were still rather wet from their exploratory journey up Sarah’s quim so I used them to lubricate her ass. This caused her to squeal louder through the gag, and of coursed just encouraged me more. Her little rosebud opening was quite unyielding at first, and I began to suspect she had never participated in anal sex before, but then it relaxed and opened like a blossoming flower and I knew she was a backdoor lover. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and replaced it with my tongue; the bitter taste that greeted me was like an old friend as nothing is finer than rimming a gorgeous woman’s ass. My tongue snaked in as far as it could go and Sarah quickly thrashed around in the throws of another orgasm.
“Ready, my sweet?’ I asked, standing up and readying my cock for the plunge.
“Ymmfff,” she answered, and I seemed to be nodding her head. Not one to ask twice I harpooned that tight ass as if it was Moby Dick and I was the obsessed Captain Ahab. She screamed through the panties as my cock barreled deeper and deeper into her anal cavity, and her back arched as a third orgasm racked he body. My hands gripped her hips firmly as I drilled deeper, pumping into her harder with each stroke. Finally one of her screams was powerful enough to expel the panties from her mouth, and her mouth just gaped open like a landed fish, as drool ran down her chin in tiny rivulets.
“How you feeling,” I inquired, my cock still buried deep in her ass.
“I…*pant*…feel…*pant*…great,” she managed to get out before slumping back down exhausted. I leaned forward and took a hunk of her hair in my hand and pulled her head back while I thrust my cock in as deep as it could go. “Aighhhhhh,” she shrieked as I took her to place she had never been before. Finally I could not hold it in anymore, and my cum blasted up inside her giving her a nice semen enema which spun her into another body shaking orgasm. I let go of her hair and she just fell limp. I eased my cock out of her ass, and smiled at the pop it made when the tip worked its way free.
I walked over to her head and presented her my cock, and she was so dazed she didn’t think twice as to where it had been, she just opened up and took my cock right in and proceeded to suck it clean. When it was all clean I pulled it out of her mouth, and smiled as she tried to chase after it. I stroked her hair, told her what a good girl she was, and then started to get dressed. Worn out and hands still tied Sarah could do nothing but watch.
“Are you leaving?” she asked, trying to hide her disappointment and failing.
“That was just a taste of a whole new world I can open up for you,” I told her. “If you want to journey there with me you will come over to my place tomorrow night. You will be in your sexiest clothes, no panties of course; you will ring the doorbell, and then kneel and wait.” Now fully dressed I walked over, untied her hands, and without further words I left her there in pool of her own sweat and juices.
Now I’m at home waiting for the doorbell to ring, with my fully stocked dungeon ready to torture and tantalize my newest pupil.
Sarah Price was a knockout. She was tall, buxom, and from her physique you could tell she was heavy into aerobics or the like. Her hair was strawberry blonde and when she jogged kept she them in the cutest pigtails. I had moved into the house next door to her place about a week ago, and at first I simply enjoyed watching her go by on her morning runs, but upon learning that she was divorced and living alone I decided to make my move. I first presented myself at her door with a nice gift basket that included chocolate covered strawberries, tangerines, and a bottle of wine from a local vineyard. She invited me in, laughing at the fact that she should be the one bringing me a welcome wagon basket, she gave me the ten cent tour of her home, and afterwards we settled in the kitchen where she opened the wine and poured us both a glass. She was twenty-three years old, which I thought was rather young for a divorcée, and like me she had moved to Toronto to get a fresh start. We sipped wine and traded goofy anecdotes until I excused myself saying that it was late and I had to get up early for work in the morning (a lie but one should never overstay ones welcome), but as I stepped through the door I turned and asked if she would be interested in seeing a movie. She said that sounded lovely, and we agreed to see a film that Friday.
I work in the entertainment business, and I’m quite the movie buff so Sarah agreed to let me choose the movie. Lucky for me “Secretary” starring James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhall was playing at a local rep theatre, and for those of you unfamiliar with the film it is about a woman who goes to work for a demanding boss, and slowly enters into a sadomasochistic relationship with him. The film is far from porn but it’s scenes of bondage and submission may make it seem an odd choice for a first date, but I had a little inside information other suitors may have lacked. When Sarah had given me the tour of her house I had spotted a book on her nightstand that immediately piqued my interest, the illustrated “Delta of Venus” by Anais Nin. The book is resplendent in the darker arts of love, and I happened to be familiar with that particular edition and knew the bondage art in it was splendid. So as the movie played in the darkened theatre I kept my eye on Sarah do gauge her reaction to some of the more erotic scenes, and was pleased to see that she seemed to be enjoying it. After the movie we walked to a café and sat in the corner to talk, downed a few glasses of Chardonnet, and of course the subject matter of the movie did come up. I mentioned spotting her copy of “Delta of Venus” she laughed, and quickly informed me it had been a gag gift from a girlfriend.
We retuned to her place and she invited me for a nightcap. It was chilly and damp, being your typical Toronto fall day, so I offered to start a fire.
“That would be just wonderful,” she said with a smile, “Wood is in the box by the fireplace, and theirs matches on the mantle, just let me go and get into something more comfortable,” and then she bounded up the stairs. By the time she returned I had a nice fire going, but the flames that really were ignited were in the ones in my loins as Sarah descended the stairs in a black teddy that was made of the sheerest material I had ever seen, and her hair was fanned out like a golden halo around her beautiful face as the fire light danced over her heavenly features. People use the phrase “struck dumb” but until that moment I had know idea how that was possible. As she approached, a half smile slowly formed, as I just sat there paralyzed. The next few moments remain a blur and all I can say is eventually we were both naked on the rug in front of the fire. My hands explored every inch of her baby soft skin, our mouths locked in a kiss of deep hunger, it seemed I had truly found bliss, and I never wanted it to end.
My member was more than ready, it was almost painfully hard, and as we kissed I eased it into her moist pussy. She gasped into my mouth as my cock slid inside her, and I gave it a bit of an extra hard push that made he cry out. Her pussy closed around my cock like a vise, her muscles practically milking me as I began to pump in and out of her.
“Oh yes, harder!” she cried as picked up the pace. I gave her another hard kiss and then ran my tongue down her neck to the valley between her breasts, tasting the salty sweat that had pooled there. My hands slid up her arms until I had her each of her wrists, I then pulled her arms up over her head and held them there while continue to increase the rhythm of my fucking. Pinned beneath me and with her hands held secure above her Sarah could do nothing but lay back and enjoy herself. I was in the driver’s seat and she knew it. A few minutes later her juices exploded around my cock as she orgasmed.
“Baby you are every boy’s wet dream come true,” I whispered to her, and this was one dream I didn’t want to end too soon, so much to her dismay I withdrew my still raging hardon, and rolled her over on to he stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Do you trust me?” Now this was a first date, and she had no real reason to trust me, but I guess in the after glow of an orgasm your judgment may be slightly impaired.
“Yessssssssss,” she hissed, and ground her butt up into my groin. She must have assumed I wanted to fuck her in the sweet tight ass, which I did, but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I reached over to my silk tie that must have been discarded during those first moments of passion, and then I took hold of her wrists, pulled them behind her, and proceeded to tie them together. “Wait what you are doing?” she demanded trying to turn her head around to see. I picked up her panties, and stuffed them in her questioning mouth. Now I didn’t secure the panties in place so she could have spit them out at any time, that she didn’t told me I had the green light.
“That book your girlfriend gave you may have been a joke, but it managed to make it to your nightstand, and your reaction to tonight’s movie tells me that maybe your ready for a little walk on the wild side.” I emphasized this by stuff two fingers into her pussy. She groaned enthusiastically so I forced them in deeper, and with my free hand gave her pretty little ass a good swat. This caused her to cry out through her panty stuffed mouth, and me to grin in anticipation of tonight’s’ fun. I picked her up and moved her to the couch so that her stomach as draped over its well padded arm and her face pressed down into the cushions, and with her ass pointing up into the air providing such an excellent target that I had to give those ass cheeks a couple more swats eliciting more delightfully muffled yelps from Sarah. My fingers were still rather wet from their exploratory journey up Sarah’s quim so I used them to lubricate her ass. This caused her to squeal louder through the gag, and of coursed just encouraged me more. Her little rosebud opening was quite unyielding at first, and I began to suspect she had never participated in anal sex before, but then it relaxed and opened like a blossoming flower and I knew she was a backdoor lover. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and replaced it with my tongue; the bitter taste that greeted me was like an old friend as nothing is finer than rimming a gorgeous woman’s ass. My tongue snaked in as far as it could go and Sarah quickly thrashed around in the throws of another orgasm.
“Ready, my sweet?’ I asked, standing up and readying my cock for the plunge.
“Ymmfff,” she answered, and I seemed to be nodding her head. Not one to ask twice I harpooned that tight ass as if it was Moby Dick and I was the obsessed Captain Ahab. She screamed through the panties as my cock barreled deeper and deeper into her anal cavity, and her back arched as a third orgasm racked he body. My hands gripped her hips firmly as I drilled deeper, pumping into her harder with each stroke. Finally one of her screams was powerful enough to expel the panties from her mouth, and her mouth just gaped open like a landed fish, as drool ran down her chin in tiny rivulets.
“How you feeling,” I inquired, my cock still buried deep in her ass.
“I…*pant*…feel…*pant*…great,” she managed to get out before slumping back down exhausted. I leaned forward and took a hunk of her hair in my hand and pulled her head back while I thrust my cock in as deep as it could go. “Aighhhhhh,” she shrieked as I took her to place she had never been before. Finally I could not hold it in anymore, and my cum blasted up inside her giving her a nice semen enema which spun her into another body shaking orgasm. I let go of her hair and she just fell limp. I eased my cock out of her ass, and smiled at the pop it made when the tip worked its way free.
I walked over to her head and presented her my cock, and she was so dazed she didn’t think twice as to where it had been, she just opened up and took my cock right in and proceeded to suck it clean. When it was all clean I pulled it out of her mouth, and smiled as she tried to chase after it. I stroked her hair, told her what a good girl she was, and then started to get dressed. Worn out and hands still tied Sarah could do nothing but watch.
“Are you leaving?” she asked, trying to hide her disappointment and failing.
“That was just a taste of a whole new world I can open up for you,” I told her. “If you want to journey there with me you will come over to my place tomorrow night. You will be in your sexiest clothes, no panties of course; you will ring the doorbell, and then kneel and wait.” Now fully dressed I walked over, untied her hands, and without further words I left her there in pool of her own sweat and juices.
Now I’m at home waiting for the doorbell to ring, with my fully stocked dungeon ready to torture and tantalize my newest pupil.