Late.

Late.

It is late at night. I am sitting in our living room. You are out for the evening and I am waiting for you to come home. I look forward to you getting back. You are later than you said you would be but I knew that would happen. You did, too. You gave a me time that you thought you would be back by. I said okay. That time has passed now. Our little game.

It's still very warm and I just wear shorts and an open shirt, short-sleeved. I sit and I wait for you. And I think of you, of how it will be when you get home.

Earlier this evening I sat on our bed in silence and watched you get ready to go out. The short, black low-cut dress you had decided to wear was draped over the back of a chair. You stood close to your mirror, leaning down towards it as you put on some make-up. Now and again you looked at me in my reflection.

Hanging loose in my shorts, my cock hardened and tightened as I watched you and the end of it felt wet with my pre-cum that dampened my shorts in a little patch. All you had on was a pair of very skimpy, lacy knickers with stockings and matching suspender belt. They were all a sort blue-ish purple colour, quite dark. As you leant forward you spread your legs a bit wider and your bare ass cheeks opened a little and I saw the contours of your hairless pussy shaping your underwear where it covered you.

As you all but wiggled your ass in my face, you saw me watching you and must have known you were making me horny. I wanted to come over to you, get close, slip my hand in under your knickers and feel your cunt, just to feel it under my hand and to look at your face in the mirror as I did it. But I didn't do any of that. I just sat and watched as you put on your push-up bra, finished your make-up and stepped into your black dress, which I then zipped up for you. You put on some high heels and you looked fantastic.

We came downstairs.

“I'll be back about, oh, I don't know, eleven”, you said, as you got ready to leave.

I looked at you for a moment and then said,

”Okay. Eleven.”

In a brief silence you looked straight back at me.

“I'll try”, you said.

I think I saw you smile a bit to yourself as you went. You knew I didn't believe you. Our little game.

And now it's gone eleven and you're not back.

And then I hear you come in. You come into the living room and sit in one of the big armchairs, flopping into it and letting your hands dangle over the wide rolled arms of the chair, feeling your body sink into the soft upholstery, letting your head drop back into the comfort of the plump chair and taking the weight off your feet after a busy day.

“It's five-past”, I say.

You don't answer. You don't even look at me.

“You said eleven and its five past”, I say.

This time you do look at me. I sound annoyed with you.

I walk over to the chair.

“You're late”, I say as I stand over you, looking down at you.

I pause and then speak again.

“You need to be curtailed, admonished, reprimanded.” I say the words quietly and slowly, emphasising them, relishing them, moving gradually around to the back of your chair as I speak each one of them.

When I get to the last word I am right behind you. I bend and put my mouth close to your ear and whisper, soft but with a slightly intimidating edge to my voice,

“You know what you need.”

I pause.

“You need to be chastised.”

I make each thing sound like its something terrible. My tone, my closeness and the feel of my voice in your ear excites you and give you a sense of uncertainty. You are sure you would still feel that even if you didn’t know what the words meant. It sounds like I am going to be brutal with you and punish you hard for being only five minutes late.

I continue.

“Men have been looking at your tits, at your ass. You pussy has got wet as you felt them looking, enjoyed them looking and wanting you. Was it like that tonight? Is that why you are late, for the sake of a wet pussy?”

By this time I am standing and looking down at you again. You look up at me and in answer to my question you slowly nod your head, just once or twice.

“Good”, I say. “Now get into the position, slut.”

You turn in the chair. You turn away from me and get a knee on each arm of the chair and you sink your weight into the soft back of it. You rest your head on the top of it and your arms drop over the back.

“Hands”, I say.

I am behind the chair and you bring your wrists together, holding your arms out to me. I wrap one of my neckties around your wrists and tie it tight. I move to the front of the chair and get two of your long scarves. They’re silk or something. Very light, very colourful. Soft. Almost sheer. Accessories that might take your fancy for an evening out. Silk. Something, anyway.

I wrap one of the scarves around your ankle and then pull it taut so that I can loop it around the stubby front foot of the chair before tying it back on itself. With the other scarf I do the same to your other leg.

You are kneeling on the chair, facing backwards. Your hands are tied together and each leg is tied to the bottom of the chair. You still have your high heels on. You can't move much.

I move to the back of your chair again. My cock has been aching hard ever since you came in, stiff and bulging in my shorts. The excitement of quizzing you and tying you up has kept it throbbing and pre-cum has been moistening the end and starting to run down my shaft. Even my balls are a bit wet from it.

I stand behind the chair, my groin close to your face, my rigid cock only just still trousered in my shorts.

“Now show me, nympho whore, show me what you wanted from men that looked at you, what you wanted to do with them.”

With tied hands you start to lower my zip.

“No, not just the zip, get them down, get them off me.”

After a bit of a struggle you undo the button on at the waist of my shorts. With the zip already half down and the shorts being very loose, they just drop off me and down to my ankles.

You take my cock in your bound hands and start to slowly wank me, using my pre-cum for some lubricant. Sometimes you cup your hands to your mouth and spit into them, on to your palms, before putting your hands back on to my cock and slowly working your hands up and down it, often feeling my balls as you wank me.

You hold on to my cock and pull me closer to you, pull my cock close to your mouth. I take your head in my hands and pull you close in to me, inserting my cock into your mouth, parting your lips with my cock and quickly letting you take the full length of it.

As you suck on my cock, I keep your head close to me and feel your long hair with my fingers, entangling my fingers in it, sometimes taking a fistful of your hair and holding it tight in my hand, pulling on it a bit.

I stand there and let you suck hard on my cock. I let my head roll back on my neck as I feel the soft strong touch of your lips and tongue and mouth on my cock, all moving together in the dribbling wetness of your mouth. I feel your saliva on my leg. I sway a little and wriggle at the hips to keep my cock well within your mouth or to give you the space you need to rhythmically work your magic on it.

I know you could easily make me cum like this if I let you. But I don't want that, not yet anyway.

I pull away from you. I hold you by the hair and make you look up at me.

“Cum-thirsty bitch. You're too good. Been practising, have you? Who with?
You like your cunt wet, do you? Okay. I'll give you what you like.”

I walk around to the front of the chair. You look around after me, wondering what I will do.

With your weight thrown forward against the back of the chair and your knees opened far enough to rest on the arms of the chair, your legs and ass cheeks are wide open, and your hips and ass are pushed up high. Your back is dipped before it rises again where you have your body pressed against the back of the chair.

I lift your short skirt high up around your waist, revealing your little knickers and your suspenders. I like how you look. Suspenders and high heels. I slap your ass once or twice and suck hard on each of your cheeks, biting into your ass.

As I taste a mouthful of your sweet, round ass I put my hand between your well-opened thighs and feel your cunt. Your knickers are very damp.

“Only damp”, I say. “I want it wet.”

“So do I. I want it wet”, you say.

“Have it wet then, you gorgeous cock slut.”

I stand right behind you, roughly slide my hand under the gusset of your knickers and pull it hard to one side. I get in close, so that my cock is near to your ass crack and your pussy. Holding your knickers back hard with my left hand, I take my cock in my right hand and start wanking. Your pussy is much more than damp, really. It is soaking wet, and as I wank I move the head of my cock in your wet cunt’s lips, soaking myself on you. The temptation to quickly slide my cock into your pussy and cum as hard and as fast as I can is difficult to resist. But I do resist. I keep working my hand back and forth on my cock, covering both with your pussy juice to lubricate my hand as I wank more and more urgently. I feel an orgasm building in me and I can't stop now, not until I have it.

I hold back as much as possible to make it stronger but eventually I have to succumb. Any attempt at control just goes as I feel a long throw of cum squirt from the end of my cock. I gasp with relief as my cum flies on to your cunt and clings and runs there. I moan again and another forceful spurt lands between your ass cheeks and you feel it hanging on your rim before starting to trickle down on to your pussy. The third pulse is less strong but because I continue to wank the cum shower is more widespread, splashing on to your ass and the backs of your thighs, getting on your knickers and suspenders, speckling your stocking tops.

In my heavy breath, you hear my feeling of relief and you are pleased. And you like to feel so wet from me. But you hope I have not completely spent myself on this one act so early in our little game. You want to feel me touch you straightaway.

My feeling is the same. I cannot help but touch you and I know that you're waiting for me.

“How wet now?” I say breathlessly.

As I speak I put my hand on your cum-drenched cunt. I feel it on you, slippery under my hand, and I rub it all over your pussy, kissing your ass again as I do it.

“Mmmmm”, you go, signalling your pleasure to me. ”Very wet”, you say.

I go around behind the chair again and reach down and undo the ties that I used to tie your arms to the chair. As I unzip your dress, you suck my wet cock again for a moment. Then I pull the dress up and off you, before tying your hands down again.

I walk back around behind you and kneel down so that my face is near your ass. Because I have let go of your knickers, the gusset starts slipping back in between your legs. Grabbing the knickers hard again I start pulling them at their weakest point, pulling them between my hands, putting as much strain as I can on the seam. The gusset is very wet from your pussy and I pull and pull at it. You are excited already by me doing this, pulling hard to tear your knickers off you. Then you hear your knickers rip and tear between my hands, with one rough tug of my hands, and you get an even greater charge of excitement. I slap your ass. The tatters of your knickers hang from you. One half is hanging between your legs and the other is draped uselessly across your ass. They are no longer in my way.

You are raising your hips high up for me, opening your pussy to me. I begin to finger your cunt from behind, sometimes holding on to your ass cheeks or slapping them some more. I am moving my finger in and out of your streaming wet cunt that is soaked in the blend of my cum and your excited juices. My finger moves so easily in you and you moan and grip hard on the chair because you are so desperate to cum. But you also want to prolong this aching ecstasy that is making you sensitive to my every touch, driving you to respond to me, making your body move because of me. You wriggle and gyrate your ass as you moan. You thrust your hips and ass up and down and from side to side, writhing and moaning, pushing down against me and pumping my fast-moving finger into your cunt.

I carry on sending you crazy with my relentless finger, inserting and withdrawing, long pushes in and out. I kiss your ass and let some saliva drop from my mouth and on to your rim, which I then rub my thumb on, circling on it, gently applying more and more pressure until I have eased it into your ass so that I can move it there in time with my finger moving in your pussy.

Fingers from my other hand are on your enlarged wet clit now. They rub and stroke it, sliding over it, sending tingling sensations through you. I press quite hard sometimes on your clit, trying to find how hard, how fast you want me to be with it. You squirm and writhe against the chair, sometimes arching your head upwards, curving your back, and other times burying your head into the seat, turning your head from side to side against the seat because the pleasure I give you is so wonderfully unbearable. I can tell that what I am doing is right and that you are going to cum at any moment. You are moving your hips faster and faster.

By this time I have widened your slippery soaking wet pussy by sliding in another finger and then another. You have three of my fingers moving quickly in and out of you cunt, going far in, feeling the inside as they move back and forth. You still sometimes feel my thumb touching your rim. And with my other hand and I am stimulating your wet swollen clit, pressing my fingers on to it and sliding them over it, probing and feeling it to find what touch and movement satisfies you most.

As you moan and cry out more and more frequently I know that you are about to cum. I keep stimulating your cunt in every way that I can. You move uncontrollably against the chair and against me.

And then I feel and hear you cum. You are still for a second and then there are long sighs and more frantic movements as you allow your orgasm to sweep over you, making you move to keep it going for as long as you can.

I love watching you orgasm so strongly. While you continue to enjoy it, I change my position, so that I am lying back, half on the chair, between your legs and looking up at your sensational pussy. There is no hair on the lips of it but I always love that you have kept a bit of bush, a small mound of hair at the top, just an inch square or so, trimmed very short.

I get a cushion under my back so as to raise my head up close to your cunt. I get settled underneath as you recover from your orgasm. Hardly pausing at all, I first slip one, then two, then three fingers back inside your pussy, continuing to finger fuck you as I had done when you came, but more slowly now, more relaxed. With my three fingers going back and forth in your and sometimes staying inside to really feel you, I raise my mouth to your cunt and my tongue begins to find your clit. The sound you make when you feel my tongue on it tells me that that is the place to keep licking you, tormenting your clit with the tip of my tongue or flattening my tongue against it, making it as wide as I can in your wetness so that you feel on your clit as much of my tongue as I can give you.

I carry on like this for a while, a slow oral interlude to start another orgasm building in you and to get my cock back to its very stiffest.

Eventually I move from underneath you. While you embrace and hug the back of your chair, burying the side of your face into the top of the very soft back cushion, I get some things that are nearby, things that when you were out I made sure would be close to hand now, things to surprise you with.

You cling to the chair, lost in satisfied and warm feelings. With your ankles still tied at the armrests, your ass and pussy are still wide open to me as you let the weight of your upper body collapse into the supporting comfort of the armchair.

I stand behind you and position your favourite vibrator, your rabbit, close to your cunt. Without turning it on I start to slide the round knob of it along your still wet slit.

“Nice”, you say.

I firmly ease the vibrator into your pussy.

“More”, you say. “Further.”

“Just a slave to cock, aren't you, bitch?”

“Mmmm”, you go, obviously relishing my accusation. “Just a slave”, you repeat.

I push it in further, until you are satisfied. I move it back and forth, just a little, turning in slightly at the same time. Then I turn it on, choosing a low setting, to give you a slow, pulsing feeling from it. As it buzzes and pulses inside you, its little ears wiggle on your wet clit.

I squeeze your fantastic ass again and pick up one of your smaller size dildos. Even though I have lubricated the dildo, I cover my fingers in your pussy juices and rub them all over it. You feel the vibrator pulsing and shaking inside you pussy, twisting itself in you and you are very wet.

I get a hand on one of your ass cheeks and pull it to one side, widening your ass crack so that I can get my mouth closer to it and dribble my saliva on to your rim. Then I begin to move a finger into your asshole. I hear pleasure in your moans as I do it.

You still don't know I have the dildo. I keep my finger moving in your ass, gently further in, turning and rubbing, withdrawing it only to slip it back in a little deeper.

As the vibrator vibrates in you and its ears tease your clit, I take my finger out of your ass and immediately start to gently stimulate your rim with the end of the dildo, rubbing the tip of it against you, applying a little more pressure each time, moving the end of the dildo in tiny circles on your rim and gently inserting it further into your asshole.

You feel the dildo softly slipping into your ass and my subtle pressure moving it slowly into you. I hear you moaning with delight and see you deliciously writhe at the hips as you experience the pleasure of hardness and movement in both holes.

Watching your ass and hips moving in response to me, hearing your low, slow moans as you feel the toys fill you, is so provocative and exciting for me. My cock is so stiff again now, and is full of an urgent ache to be moving deep inside your wet, welcoming cunt.

When I have carefully slid the dildo into your ass, I keep it still for a minute or so. I switch the rabbit to a higher setting, so that it moves and buzzes and twists faster inside you and its ears flutter madly at your clit.

I hear you feel it and respond to it. From your mouth but starting from somewhere much deeper in you, very slowly and very breathily you make sounds that are full of the pleasure you now feel, softly sucking and blowing air, in and out through your pursed lips. It is as if you are enjoying the air itself as you feel it pass slowly into you and out of you through the small hole you have made with your lips.

I hear your breath sounds and your lip sounds and your mouth sounds. I hear your low, luxuriating Oooooo sounds and your tasting, yummy Mmmmmm sounds. And I hear your slow, throaty moans.

With the vibrator now moving more quickly in you and on you, I begin to move the dildo as well. Holding it in my fingers at its base, I slowly rotate it in your ass, turning it this way and then that, as much rotation as I can give before turning it back the other way. You love the way this slow rotating movement contrasts so much with the vibrations of the quickly pulsing rabbit. The dildo feels tight in your ass, and as it moves you feel the way your moist and sensitive rim closely encircles its satisfying hardness.

You breathe very heavily and the pace of your breath starts to quicken. You keep you face buried deep into the back of the chair, loving the soft feel of it on your face as your orgasm starts to build. Your torso writhes. You appear to squirm at your ass and hips, in your pelvis.

Still tied to the chair with your scarves, you are slightly rocking back and forth on your knees, rocking forwards and back, in time with the vibrator, in time with my now more frequent turns of the dildo your ass, slowly rocking back and forth as you feel the rising but still contained power of your orgasm.

You make sounds. I hear your heavy, quick breathing, your satisfied, elongated moans and the ecstatic torment in your quickening murmurs.

With this collection of seemingly erratic sounds and movements, your body gets more and more agitated, more frantic about something. You appear to be in the throes of madness, driven by some insistent internal rhythm that has become your absolute focus. Your determination to cum is concentrated and visible.

I continue turning the dildo in your ass, or moving it back and forth there. I turn and push the vibrator as well.

As you moan and cry out more and more frequently, I know that you are about to cum. The vibrator is stimulating your cunt wonderfully and you love the feel of the dildo turning in your ass. You move uncontrollably against the chair and against me.

And then I feel and hear you cum. For a second you seem to freeze, as if the orgasm you have been waiting for is here, but now in your strong moment of stillness you are trying to suppress it, to enjoy it all the more when it finally races through you. A second or two of stillness and then you give yourself up to it completely. One long, deep guttural moan, then several others, hardly less intense than the first. Your trembling body moves in time with your heavy breath and your sighs, moves to prolong your pleasure for as long as you can.

Seeing you like this makes my cock tremendously hard for you.

I allow you to enjoy your orgasm but don't want you go off the boil on me.

I withdraw the dildo and then the vibrator.

I quickly untie the scarves that are tied around your ankles. I slap you once on each thigh, the outer thigh, to make you take one leg and then the other off the armrests of the chair.

I pull you off the armchair and move you to the side of the sofa. I am quite rough with you.

“Bend over the arm”, I tell you. “Open your legs. Ass up high, face down on the seat.”

You do as I tell you. You are now bent over the side of the sofa. Your suspendered ass is pushed high up because of the high heels you still wear. Your hands are still tied together at the wrists and as you bend over the sofa you hold your arms straight out in front of you. Your face is turned to one side on the seat, so that you face away from the sofa back.

I stand behind you and say,

“Right, you dirty little stop-out slut, you are going to get what you have been waiting for. We both are.”

I very quickly grab your ass cheeks near the hips so I can keep a firm hold on you. I lift you up to me and get my pre-cum covered stiff cock and position the throbbing tender head of it right up against your pussy lips, so that they are just starting to cover it. Then I do what I have been longing to do and drive my hard cock deep into your pussy, pulling you against me, rotating my hips and swaying to move my cock inside you before pulling back only to do it over again, to plunge it back in, a long deep stroke into you, and then movement to get as much feeling from you as I can, to feel the head of my cock and my hard shaft moving inside you.

When you feel my cock enter you so suddenly and so forcefully you think you will cum again immediately. You feel my hands on your ass and hear the slap of our flesh as we bang into each other, me desperate to cum and you enjoying this hard fucking and so desperate to cum again. I pump my cock back and forth into you and you push yourself hard against me to receive it, always trying to keep it as deep inside you as you can and feel the hot friction of me inside you. You hear the squelch of all our juices mixing together. Our sweat, my cum and your love juices, my pre-cum, all combined to deliciously lubricate the movements of my cock inside you, all the way inside you.

Although I want to, I can't hold on any longer. I feel my orgasm demanding to be let go. There is electricity or something surging in my balls and I feel the sensations of my cum rising in my cock. I pump my cock harder and faster. My sensations grow and are impossible to resist. Your pussy is gripping hard on my cock as I feel cum shoot and spurt from it. I thrust and thrust and again feel the release in my balls as another powerful bolt of cum flies from the end of my cock, splattering inside your pussy, lubricating us so that I can pump and pump you and send another long spill of cum into pouring into your pussy. I gasp and moan and sigh and cry out with relief as I hear and feel you cum again and get held by your gripping cunt as you move with me and on me to draw as much cum as you can from me.

You feel breathless. You have only enough breath to let out one long moaning sigh of pleasure as you feel my cock still sliding deliciously slowly inside you.

Finally I stop and fall to my knees, collapsing forward on to you, letting your strong back take the weight of my upper body as I hold on to you, breathing on you and feeling for your tits and kissing your back and silently worshipping you, holding on to you, not wanting to let you go or move.

Eventually I move. I crawl over to the other chair and slump back against it. I look at you, thinking what a horny bitch you are. My horny bitch. And I wonder what time you really got back from your night out with your friends. I wonder how long you sat outside in the car to make sure that you were exactly five minutes late for me.

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