A Day With Heather

“Welcome to my home,” I said opening the door for her. She stepped inside. It was not fancy, but comfortable. I set her suitcase beside the door.

“It’s nice,” Heather said, just a trace of her nervousness in her voice. I liked that. I was pretty sure she was wondering what was next. Outside of a long kiss when I met her at the gate of the airport, we had just talked on the long ride from Dallas, holding hands while she watched the changing scenery as the plains of North Texas gave way to the woods of East Texas, lush in early summer.. We had stopped for a meal at Posado’s in Longview to let her try some good Tex-Mex on the way to my house outside of Kilgore. But in the parking lot after we ate, I had given her a taste of what was to come as I had reached in after she climbed into my Ranger and pulled the seatbelt across her, over her arms, then reached under her skirt to fondle her pussy. I had finger-fucked her, and she had cum for me almost immediately. She had not lied about how fast that happened for her.

She was a marvel.

I took her in my arms and gave her another long, demanding kiss. She melted into my embrace.

“Now,” I said after breaking the kiss, “some rules for you.”

She smiled up at me. “Whatever you say, Tom.”

“First, you are giving me control, but you can take it back at any second. Just say ‘red’ and I will stop whatever I’m doing. If you need to completely halt things, we will. I will do nothing that you are uncomfortable with, or especially if you are in pain or frightened. If you just need a pause, or to talk about it, that is fine. But nothing happens without your willing and free consent. You are putting a lot of trust in me, and I will do everything in my power to not betray that. Above all, I want you to feel safe. Understood.”

Her eyes were big. “Yes, Tom.”

“But until you take back the control, you are mine, little pet. I am going to do whatever I want. You are my possession, my toy to play with as I will. I want you to find your inner slut and let it all out. Until you have to leave, this is about pleasure. Yours, mine, and ours. And for now, there is no past or future for us. Just now. We live in and for the present.”

She nodded. A little shiver went through her. Anticipation, I hoped.

“Now. Time for an inspection. LIft up your skirt.”

She obeyed instantly, grasping the hem of the black skirt and lifting it to her full, delightful breasts. I had felt how she was freshly shaved in the parking lot as well as that she had followed my instructions to not wear panties, but I wanted to look at her bare pussy. It was nicely framed by the also black, lacy, long length garter belt and shiny stockings, lace around the top, that I had purchased and had delivered to her in Kansas, along with the rest of her outfit.

“Now turn around and show me that bottom.”

Her face was flushed and she bit her lip, but did as I said. I took in the view. I love full-figured women, and her ass was very appetizing.

“All right. Turn back around and unbutton your blouse.”

She undid the green top that went well with her red hair slowly, watching me as I followed her hands with my eyes. Then she opened it, guessing correctly that I wanted a good look.

I could not help the delighted smile on my face. The bra was strappy with cutouts. Heather is blessed with very large, very dark nipples, and they peeked around the pieces of black, satiny material.

My erection got even harder.

“Alright, babydoll. You are so desirable. Now, come with me.”

I took her suitcase and headed to my bedroom. Setting it down on the footlocker I took her hand and guided her to sit on a pillow sitting on the edge of the bed. “Lie back. I want to give you a good welcoming kiss.”

The blouse spread open so that beautiful display of boobs and lingerie was before me. I lifted her skirt up, spread her knees apart, and knelt before her. Pulling her a bit closer to get the best angle, I bent my head, lifted her thighs, and ran my tongue slowly from her little rosebud to her clit, drinking in her taste. She was wonderfully wet. I kissed her pussy lips. A lot of women are so eager to have their clit stimulated, they don’t want you spending time just on the labia, but Heather was fully submitting to me, and I got to kiss her delightful cunt thoroughly, loving it, tonguing her, hoping she was enjoying the sensations.

But as much as I enjoyed this, I was also eager to get to her nub. With one final kiss, I moved up to her clitoris, and began gently lapping it and sucking it into my mouth. She started panting and making little moans. Then with a cry, she came in my mouth.

But I’m a greedy son of a bitch, and I kept going, licking faster and harder, pulling it in so my teeth could bite (gently, though.) She soon gifted me with a second orgasm, then a third.

Pleased to have done that to her, I rose up. I really liked the way she looked after the orgasms.

“Good girl. So responsive.”

She smiled. “That felt so good. Thank you.”

“Let’s see how you like this.” I opened my fly and freed my cock, which was eager and ready. I slipped my hands behind her knees, feeling the smooth fabric of her stockings, and eased myself towards her, rubbing the head of my dick against her clit. She reached down and positioned me, and I thrust into her. She was so wet and ready I slipped instantly as far as I could, and began pounding as hard as my old body could.

“OH!” She closed her eyes and arched her back. “I”M CUMMING AGAIN!”

I had the lights on because I love to see a woman while I’m fucking her. Especially her face while she orgasms. Those moments when she’s lost to the world, immersed in the pleasure.

I pulled out after she came back to me. “DId you…”

“It is hard for me. Oops, bad pun. Difficult. It is not you. It’s just part of where I am in my life. Been getting this way for years. Fortunately, it really doesn’t lessen my enjoyment. Now are you comfortable still.”

“God, yes!”

“Good. Don’t go anywhere.” I stepped away, my erection waving at her, and picked a small squeeze bottle. Pushing her skirt to her waist, I held the opening over her and began dribbling lube on her asshole.

“Oh,” she said.

“Oh, indeed.” I began massaging the lubricant into her tight opening loving the feel. “Now, I know you need to relax.” I lifted one leg and began kissing her ankle and calf while massaging her thigh. “Can you relax for me?”

“I’m not sure I even have bones right now.” I gave her other leg the same treatment, then took her ankles and raised them. She wrapped her hands around her thighs, offering her rosebud for me to plunder.

“OK, love, take me. Let me fuck your sweet ass.”

I positioned myself and pressed, easing into her, just the head at first. “You OK?”

Her sultry smile was answer enough. I began stroking in and out, going a little deeper each time. Finally with a final push, my balls nestled against her bottom and I was fully seated. I began thrusting in and out a bit harder, and she wriggled, the little side to side motions wonderful to feel.

It took longer, but she gave a little “oooh” and came for me again.

I withdrew again. “Beautiful,” I said, bending down to plant a little kiss where my cock had just been. “Now wait a moment. I want to go wash off. While I’m gone, take off your skirt and give yourself another orgasm.” She gave me a surprised look, then giggled. “Whatever you say.”

I returned a minute or two later to find her with her legs spread wide. “I…I held it for you,” then she let herself come.

I lay next to her, head to foot, and propped my head on my hand. “Again. I want to watch.”

“Are you trying to wear me out already?” she asked, but her hand immediately began to work her clit.

“Hopefully. And if you become too exhausted to do anything but lie there, I’m going to make you cum some more.”

“The horror!” she said, then caressed herself more vigorously. Soon she came again.

I switched around and brought her into my arms, kissing her tenderly but deeply. For a while, we lay like that, talking, my hands constantly moved over her skin and the sexy underthings, praising her all the while.

“This is so nice. But, you know, I’m feeling a little rested now.”

I stood and slipped my pants off. Lying down beside her, I said “Good. You get to do the work now, cowgirl.”

She wasted no time, straddling me then reaching down to guide my dick as she slid down onto it. I reached up to cup her breasts as she rode me. She came quickly, no surprise, then again.

I eased her off me. “OK. You still ready for more?”

Her face was eager as she nodded. “I don’t think I can ever get enough orgasms.”

“Well, now for something completely different.” I put my pants back on and stepped into my closet. I came out with ropes in my hand. Lots of ropes.

“You’ll have to stand up for this. You OK to do that?”

She hopped right up, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, darling.”

I took her blouse off and hung it on a hanger in my bathroom. Then I unhooked her bra and pulled it off..

Those gorgeous big, ripe breasts had me drooling, but first things first. “Put your hands behind your head.

She did so, watching me intently as I took up the first length of rope. “Oh, that’s soft,” she said.

“I’m all about comfort.” I passed the rope around her, under her breast, then over them. Tying that piece off behind her back, I ran a second through them and over her shoulders.

After a few entertaining minutes, I had her in a rope bra that squeezed and lifted those breasts. OK, time to enjoy them. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her between my thighs. The dark nipples, already crinkled with her arousal, were right in front of my mouth. I pulled her close and she put her arms around my head as I began licking, sucking, carefully biting. “Harder,” she moaned, and I bit down. Her hips began thrusting, and then she had another orgasm. I was quite pleased with myself.

“Let me stand up. More tieing to do.”

I went behind her and brought her arms behind her back. I positioned her forearms parallel to the floor and tied them together, then secured them to the back of the rope harness for her breasts. Turning her to face me, I looked her in the eye. “This is very important. Are you in any pain? Are the bindings too tight? Do you feel any numbness or tingling, or that your circulation is being cut off?”

“No,” she said almost dreamily. “It’s very comfortable. And it feels…very good.”

“Ah, such a good, sweet little bondage slut. Now, I have tied your arms so that, in some emergency, you can wriggle your arms free. But don’t try. This is not an escape game. OK?” She nodded her understanding. I kissed her, then winked. “Now to fetch the next little surprise.”

I came back out of the closet and held up a riding crop the business end about one and a half by two inches. Her eyes got wide again. I stroked it gently across her breasts. “You like to have these hit, don’t you.” She nodded, licking her lips. I tapped in on one nipple. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Y-yes.”

I brought it down a little harder on the other one. “Once again, very important. If it gets to be too much, you yell ’red” at the top of your lungs. Are you perfectly clear on that.

She cleared her throat and met my gaze. “Yes, Tom.” She arched her back, presenting them for my enjoyment and her torment.

I began slapping it against her breast, especially those huge nipples. Hell, it was hard not to. God, I loved her tits. She began making little yelps as I kept increasing the force, always varying the frequency and the target, so she could not anticipate the next strike.

After a particularly loud cry, I stopped. “I can take more!” she said, almost pleading.

“I’m sure you can. But I’m a bit worried you will take too much. Besides, those lovely boobs are not the only target I have in mind.” I turned her to her right, taking one breast firmly in my hand and massaging it. It felt hot to the touch from the little beating. I ran the crop down her arms, over the small of her back, and across the globes of her ass. She trembled a bit, but in a good way.

“Same rules. Use your safeword if you have to. Don’t be afraid to be early, it’s better than too late. Now, what is the magic word?”

“Red,” she whispered.

“Good little slut.” I began patting her behind, all over, down to her upper thighs and back, just letting her know where the strokes would be coming. Then I began the actual strikes, relishing the sound of the leather hitting her flesh, all the while massaging and caressing her breasts, which also gave me a way to hold her and feel if her body was trying to send messages she might try to suppress.

Slowly, constantly building the impacts, her backside began to turn pink, then red. She was writhing in my grasp, sweat beginning to run, but her face was not showing pain. It was something else as the pain and pleasure began to mix, scrambling her mind.

I halted things when her knees began to shake. I tossed the crop aside and eased her ever so carefully onto the pillow I had fucked her on. I sat beside her. “Tell me what you feel, pet.”

“It hurts but in a good way, somehow. It was…I felt like I was floating at the end.”

I grabbed the spare blanket across the foot of her bed and wrapped her in it. “Will you be OK for just a moment?” She nodded and I hurried to the little cooler over in the corner. Fishing out a bottle of water, I came back and opened it. I carefully tilted it so she could drink. “You were losing some fluid, and we need to replace that. Can’t have you cramping up.” I kept giving her water until most of it was gone. “I also have a Hershey bar if you need some chocolate and sugar.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Good. How are you doing?”

She leaned into me. “Wonderful.” She tilted her head up, and I took the offered kiss.

“Normally, this is the part where I untie you and give you some aftercare, but if you are up to more…”

“More? Oh, fuck yes.” She blushed. “Sorry.”

“For what? You have complete permission to talk dirty to you, little fucktoy.”

“Mmmm.” She laid her head on my shoulder.

“Before we continue. Still no numbness or discomfort?” I ran a finger under the binding on her arms, then ran it across one palm. She grabbed it and squeezed.

“Everything feels good.”

“Excellent,” I said with a little Mr. Burns in my voice. She giggled again. “You sure you are good for more?”

“Yes, Tom.”

I took the blanket off her. “All right, stand up and face the bed.” I steadied her as she rose and pivoted. Taking another pillow and stacking it on the other, I instructed her, “Bend over and put that pussy up in the air for me.”

She did so, with me again steadying her. “Are you comfortable like that?”

“Yes.”

I took a couple more lengths of rope and tied her legs at ankle and above the knee. I stood up. She looked so sexy in the garter belt and hose, her pussy ready and waiting. “Now you are fully helpless. And guess what you should always do to someone tied so effectively in this position?”

“Mmmm. Fuck her?”

“You win the prize.” I unzipped my pants again. Her cunt was sopping and my cock found its way home almost effortlessly. I began pounding into her, no holding back. The way her legs were bound together made her pussy feel so tight, her internal embrace so good, the feeling of her cumming around my cock…

“Oh, Jesus, that feels sooooo…” Finally my own climax hit, and I moaned and cried out with the ecstasy as I filled her with my cum.

I half collapsed on top of her, barely able to support my weight so I wasn’t crushing her or pressing too hard into her tender whipped ass. Then I forced myself to my feet. I untied her arms, then her legs, and got another bottle of water. We climbed onto the bed and shared the water. I had worked up a bit of a sweat myself.

She was running her fingers under the ropes still wound around her breasts.

“Uncomfortable.”

“Oh, no, not at all.” Her smile was mischievous. “I was wondering what I had to wear that would let me wear this out in public under it without getting arrested.”

“Ah, have I told you how much I enjoy your slutty imagination?”

“Yes, but you can always tell me again.” She raised herself up and kissed me. “I can’t remember having such a glorious time. Thank you. Thank you.”

“So you can bear wearing the rope harness for a while longer?”

“Sure!”

“OK.” I rose from the bed.“ Just a mo.” I grabbed a good sized tote from my closet and tucked the ropes into it with the other objects inside. I retrieved her blouse and held it up. She stood and I helped her into it. “Don’t button it. And do not under any circumstances try to hold the front closed.” I took a step back just to admire how good she looked with her breast exposed and the garter belt and hose she wore.

“OK.” I tucked one of the pillows under my arm. “Now we are going outside.”

“What??? Like this??? Why???”

“I’m going to torture you on my deck.

The look of fear melted my heart. “Don’t be afraid love. I”m not going to hurt you. It’s not that kind of torture. And you always have your safe word. Trust me?”

I could see the gears spinning madly in her head, but she bit her lip and nodded. “Say it, sweetie.”

“Yes.” Barely above a whisper.

“All right. Out the front door.”

Nervous as a nine tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, she followed me through the living room. She hesitated for a moment at the threshold, but came to me when I held out my hand. We stepped onto the large roofed deck that serves as an extension of my living room

Looking around with a touch of panic in her eyes, she whispered, “Tom, what if someone sees us?”

“They should be so lucky.” I smiled. “Funny thing I’ve discovered. Those slats in on the railing make it almost impossible to see what is going on up here, even with the lights on like they are. Eslpecially when you are sitting.” I placed one of the pillows on one of the two chairs I had positioned at the little table tucked up close to the house, in the little alcove that was formed by the original four by sixteen deck built into the original house. The sixteen by sixteen addition made it spacious. It was my happy place. “Before you sit down, though, put your hands on the table and bend over.” I held up the butt plug I had fished out of the tote to show her why.

She did so, a bit of curiosity beginning to supplant the deer-in-the-headlights expression. I applied a bit of lube to the plug just to make sure. Positioning it, I slid it carefully into place. “Is that too big?”

“No.”

“Uncomfortable?”

She wiggled that nice ass, damn her. “No.” She still looked over her shoulder as if expecting the morality police to come storming up the ramp of the deck in full SWAT gear.

I pointed at the pillow. “Sit here, and your back will be to the street, anyway.”

She complied. “Now, position your arms on the chair arms comfortably.” She did so, and I took pieces of rope and tied her arms to the chair. Another passed around her waist to hold her in place.

“Now, here is something special.” I pulled a box and extracted a pair of five inch high heels, green to match her blouse, with ankle straps. “I know you don’t know how to walk in them, but I want you to see how they look on you.” I knelt and removed her black flats and slipped the heels on, fastening the straps.

“Fantastic.” I pulled out my smartphone and snapped a picture, then turned it so she could see the screen.

“Oh. Oh, my.” A tear actually welled up in the corner of her eye. “I’ve always wanted to wear sexy shoes like this.” She held one leg up to examine them from that angle, then crossed it over her other. “I feel so feminine!”

“You are absolutely all woman, shoes or not. But they do look pretty fabulous.

She sat there, crossing and uncrossing her legs, holding them up. It was quite enjoyable to look at how they made her legs look, not to mention the little peeks I kept getting of her pussy and the jeweled end of the butt plug. Realizing what was attracting my gaze, she smiled and put one leg up on the edge of the chair to give me a good look. And it was very good.

Then puzzlement crossed her face. “But you said you were going to torture me. This sure isn’t that.”

“I was waiting for that to occur to you.” Grabbing a piece of rope, I quickly secured one leg to the chair. Then I reached back into the tote for one last item.

“Keep that other leg propped up,” I told her as I inserted the rabbit style vibrator carefully into her cunt. Making sure the ear part was nestled right up against her clit, I took the other ankle and tied it down.

“Now comes the torture, baby.” I pressed the on/off button and the device hummed into action. “You are trapped and can just have orgasm after orgasm.”

She looked at me a bit stunned, then her eyes closed as the first one hit.

I pulled the other chair so I was facing her, and picked up the cut cigar I had placed there beforehand. Pulling my lighter out of my pocket, I asked politely, “Will you mind if I smoke?”

“N-n-no. How…how long are you going to do this to me?” Another climax rippled through her.

“Until this is smoked, or until you use the safeword. I told you it was torture. Orgasm torture.”

Then I began telling her how beautiful and desirable she was, replaying all the ways we had fucked. I was mind fucking her at the same time the vibrator was coaxing one climax after another out of her. I had tucked another water bottle in the tote, and I held it to her lips occasionally. She was panting steadily now, and I didn’t want that sweet mouth to become dry.

I had smoked about half my cigar when she finally broke. “RED! RED!”

Quickly I sprang forward, pulling the vibrator out as fast as I could without risking hurting her. “Oh, baby, are you alright? Was it too much? Too cruel?”

“No. I mean, yes, I’m alright. It wasn’t cruel. I just started to feel like I was going to pass out.” I began hurriedly untying the ropes. “My God, I don’t think I’ll ever have an experience to top that. I don’t know if it is even possible!”

I switched out the shoes. “Can you walk if I help you? I think it is time to go to sleep, sweet, sweet darling.”

WIth my arm supporting her, we got into the bedroom. I got the rope bra off, removed her shoes, and helped her get out of the garter belt. But when I went to roll down the stockings, she said, her voice already sleepy, “Leave them on. They feel good.”

I chuckled. “Certainly.” I locked up the house, got out of my own clothes, and slid into the bed beside her, pulling the covers up. She nestled her butt into me.

“Ah, probably shouldn’t do that.” My cock was rock hard again, and I positioned her so I could fuck that wonderful pussy yet again.I think she had an orgasm and went to sleep at the same time.

A few hours later, I woke and fucked her again. I wasn’t sure if she woke up or just had a really good dream.

Sometime after sunrise, I woke with my morning wood being sucked deep into her mouth. Those big eyes smiled at me.