Another really bad reading of a previous story

Bound spoken

If you don't like it ah well I don't either but I am posting anyway.

For a long time friend 2

This is the continuation.....

Marie's eyes flutter open, How long had she been asleep? Had it all been a dream? No she was still laying on the bed, although her limbs were now free. She was still wet from her orgasm so it couldn't have been that long. The coffee mug had vanished from the bedside table, but the aroma still hung in the air.

Moving slowly, as her legs were still weak from the orgasm, Maria swung her legs off the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed she took a deep breath. Standing carefully Maria walked slowly through to the living room. Still naked she kept her eyes downcast as she stepped through the door.

He was sat in the chair, sipping on a cup of coffee. He looked over as she walked across the room and knelt in front of him. Still sipping his coffee, he parted his legs and she slipped into a sitting position and lay her head on his abdomen. As she lay there Marie could feel his hardness pressing into her cheek. She heard him place his cup on the small side table by the chair. The he lifted her head and unzipped his pants.

Not a word had been spoke since she had woken but she knew her duties. Swinging back onto her knees Marie unbuttoned his pants and opened them up to reveal that as usual he did not wear under pants. Reaching forward her fingers wrapped around the length of his penis. Stroking up and down the length of it she lowered her head and kissed the tip.

Wetting her lips Marie slide her lips over the head, sucking gently as her tongue brushed against the underside of his cock. A groan of pleasure brought a smile to her eyes as her mouth moved down the length of flesh until touch the back of her throat. Then slowly teasingly she brought her mouth up.

Her own spit acted as a lubricant as she moved her hands up and down three times. Then her mouth descended again sucking him in as she hummed deep in her throat.

Sucking softly her mouth concentrated on the tip and then descended to let it rest against the back of her throat. Pulling up slowly and then stroking up and down with her hand as her tongue ran around the head. Her eyes watched his reactions as her mouth worked its magic. She watched him groan and moan as she took her time teasing him. She knew he enjoyed these moments. She knew he would reward her for her efforts. Sucking the tip once more, her tongue flicking over the hole.

Then the moment arrived, his hips started thrusting upwards, his groans turned into grunts. His hands gripped her hair as his cock moved in and out of her mouth. He used her face for his pleasure, he used her mouth to relieve his own needs. He fucked her face faster and faster the head banging against her throat with each thrust. Then he pulls out and explodes, cum shooting from his cock as he aims it at her face. Marie closes her eyes as it strikes her as gasp opening her lips as on string lands on them. She licks it in sucking the fluid down her throat a moan of pleasure escapes her lips Leaning forward once more Marie sucks the last few drops from his cock. Cleaning carefully with her mouth before scooping the stream of cum from her face and sucking it down her throat.

He leans back in the chair looking at her, seeing the desire in her eyes, knowing she is ready once more. He smiles as he picks up an object from the side table. It is obvious he has this planned in every detail. Marie gasps as she sees what he is holding. A butt plug is grasped in his hand its bulbous head sticking up. He gestures for her to turn around, she obeys immediately. She had hesitated once and did not want to have to suffer the butt plug being put in without lubricant again. Leaning forward she lifted her arse upward for him.

He kneels behind her and she sighs in relief as she feels the cold touch of a lubricating gel touch her skin. She feels his fingers spread the liquid slowly along the crack of her butt. Feels him press a tip against the rim of her anus. She gasps as he forces her open, groans as his finger pushes into her. She does not move as he thrusts first one then two pumping into her slowly at first then slightly faster, the speed increasing at a steady rate. Her hips react first, her body follows as it trembles towards orgasm.

Then as her mind clings to the thought of an anul orgasm her withdraws and pushes the butt plug in in one swift motion. Marie screams.

He was sitting back down when Maria sat back on her heels. She turned to face him as he tilted his head to one side. She bit her lip as she placed her hands on her thighs. The butt plug urged her to clench her muscles, she resisted. He picked up another object from the table. Marie moaned quietly, it was the same vibrator he had used in the bedroom. Was he going to tease her with it? Her eyes were glued to the object as he reached out and held it for her to take. Her fingers moved reluctantly as she grasped it, she knew his preference for prolonged play.

Slowly she moved the vibrator over her breasts, circling the nipples as she trailed it from one breast to the other. She was delaying, playing with him in her own way. She was also taking time to compose herself, prepare herself for what she knew would be a difficult time. Reluctantly she pressed the tip of the vibrator over her nipple, the sensation sent a shudder through her body. Oh god, her body was already on fire. Marie moved the vibrator down slowly, running it over her body in a zigzag motion to give her time to suppress the urge to thrust it deep in the body. The smooth tip slid over her skin easily, the throbbing sent a thrill through her. She keep her eyes locked with his as she ran the machine down her thighs, she kept her eyes locked with his as she moved it back up to her cunt. She kept her eyes locked with his as she rested it as he had earlier along the length of her pussy.

He smiled as she shuddered with pleasure, she pushed it into the folds of flesh running along the length of the lips, pressing it against the yearning clit. Moving it down slowly she started to to push it inside herself until she saw the slight shake of his head. He did not want that yet, she could not fuck herself with the slim smooth plastic, the throbbing length of hardness that she wanted so badly to drive into her body. She withdrew it, moving it carefully over her pussy. When it touched her clit her stomach muscles clenched. He noticed and smiled softly. She tried avoiding doing it again but the look in his eyes told her that was not a good idea.

Her mind rebelled as she moved her hands, one to her breast the other to her clit. The throbbing vibrator drove her closer and closer to orgasm but his face said no. She could not allow her body to spill over into erotic pleasure, she could not allow herself to cum yet. She had to hold it back. She did not want to disappoint him. She did not want to see the look on his face should she fail. It was not punishment that drove her, it was her desire to please him.

She had chosen this, she had made the choices that led to this moment. It was her nature to want to please, it was her yearning to be controlled that had led here. He had simply filled that role. She felt safe with him, she felt at ease when he took control. She did not make the decisions anymore, it was easier that way. She saw his pain when she failed him, she saw his disappointment when she failed. But she saw the happiness in his eyes when she did things right. She saw his pleasure in her success when she obeyed and held herself proudly.

She drew in a deep breath, her need was growing, her body was demanding once more. He watched her struggle, he saw her hold back the waves of pleasure. He smiled as she groaned in desperation. Marie screamed out her desire.

“Please, please let me cum, please let me.”

“Stop.” It was the first word he had spoken since she had entered the room, she dropped the vibrator and sobbed softly, she collapsed forward resting her head on the rug at his feet.

She did not see him stand, she did not hear him move around her, she did not know what he intended to do until she felt his fingers twist the butt plug inside her. The ridges sent pain and pleasure surging through her as she screamed. He pulled her hips up exposing her pussy to his touch. His fingers wondered over her lips as she begged quietly to herself.

He pulled out the butt plug and immediately thrust in the vibrator, her back arched as the throbbing burst throughout her body. He thrust his cock deep inside her soaking cunt, her resistance crumbled. The walls contracted around him, her body jerked against him. He held himself still as the twin sensations of vibrator and cock sent her over the edge. She cried out as her pussy convulsed around his hardness. Her head thrashed back and forth as the orgasm climbed higher and higher. Then as it peaked her pulled out and thrust once more. Driving into her body with such force and to send her forward into the rug. He drove again and again as orgasm after orgasm exploded through her. She cried and moaned and pleaded for more. She clawed at the rug as she raised her head. He slammed into one last time, turning the vibrator onto full as he emptied his seed into her. Her body collapsed, her mind expanded to encompass the world as orgasm became all.

Together they fell to lay on the rug, he curled around her. Slipping the vibrator from her body before hugging her close. Pulling her to him as tears rolled down her cheeks. She could feel his cum running out of her. She could feel her anus contract slowly. He held her as small orgasmic after shocks brought her into the fetal position. Together they drifted into sleep uncaring about the hardness of the floor.

For a long time friend

This story is for a long time friend, she knows who she is so the name is changed to protect the guilty :D

Marie pulled the belt on her robe tighter as she pushed the vacuum around the apartment. It was already spotless but she did not want to chance missing anything. In reality she was just keeping busy until the moment arrived. Keeping herself occupied until it was time.

The phone in the pocket of the robe buzzed quietly. Marie had already set it to vibrate so as not to have to worry about it later. There was no way it was going to be allowed to interfere with the activities of the evening.

Nerves kept her busy, apprehension kept her on edge. It has been a long time since she had played like this. It had been years since she had felt the nervous edge to her excitement. Would it be the same, would it still excite her the way it always had?

Then it was time, time to stop the pointless cleaning, time to stop the nervous pacing. It was time for him to arrive. Time to find out if she still yearned for his particular brand of attention.

Marie put the vacuum away, straightened one last cushion on the couch. Pushed the button on the coffee maker and adjusted the cookies on the plate. Moving through to the bedroom, taking off the robe as she walked Marie hung it in the closet. Closing the door she studied herself in the full length mirror. Her naked body stared back at her.

She was older of course but she had slimmed down. Her breasts were still as large and still as tender. Smiling she was pleased with what she saw. She hoped he would be.

Walking back through Marie lowered herself to her knees in the living room, she had rearranged the furniture to make room. The coffee table was now pushed against the wall, the rug moved to the center of the space it had left. She knelt and settled back on her heels waiting.

It was 15 minutes before there was any sounds outside the door but it turned out to be neighbors arriving home from work. It was a further 10 minutes before he arrived. Her legs had begun to hurt with holding the same position. Quickly she moved her hands to her lap, lowered her head to stare at the floor in front of her.

Not moving as she heard the door open and then close, resisting the temptation of lifting her head up to look as he walked into the apartment. Breathing deeply as his footsteps approached. His feet passed through her limited field of vision as he walked around her. Studying her from all sides she felt her stomach flutter.

A hand gripped her hair and pulled her head up, she gasped at the pain her mouth agape as she saw his face. Lined with age, hair gray, his eyes deep set and intense. He kissed her, forcing his mouth against hers as she moaned deep in her throat. Thrusting her head forward and down against the coarseness of the rug. His hand runs over her back, examining and touching, he seems pleased as he releases her. She returns to her kneeling position eyes fixed on the floor.

Then she felt him reach around and place a strap around her neck, the feeling of leather against skin sent a thrill through her. Lost in the moment Marie failed to return to the submissive position quickly enough. A hand pushed her forward and bent her so her face was pressed against the rug, without warning a hand struck her rear sharply, the pain causing her to cry out.

Then a finger hooked under the back of the collar, for that was what it was. Again the realization that she had been graced with a collar flowed through her. The tug he gave pulled her upwards to stand before him. Still keeping her eyes to the floor, Marie tried to sneak a peak at him. Again a spank returned her gaze to the floor, a gasp escaping her as she did so.

“Follow.” it was the first words spoken since he had entered the apartment. She did not respond merely followed him as he walked to the bedroom.

“Lay down face down.” again Marie obeyed instantly climbing onto the bed and laying face down on the clean sheet.

He pulled one arm upwards and tied it to the headboard with one of the scarves she had laid out. Repeating the process with the other arm and then both legs were secured to the foot of the bed. She lay there her legs spread wide, her arms pulled upwards. Then the noise of her vibrator starting, god he couldn't be thinking of putting it into her already, the thought both terrified her and excited her at the same time.

He pushed the throbbing machine beneath her, letting it vibrate along the length of her pussy. Leaving it resting against her clit as the vibrations surged through her. She took a deep breath as the feelings brought moisture to her pussy.

“Do not cum.” His instruction was spoken as he walked out of the room. Marie moaned softly as she heard the door close behind him. Oh God there is no way she is going to be able to hold back her orgasm if he is gone too long. Already her pussy was seeping juices, lubricating the vibrator as her hips started moving in a steady rhythm, her muscles clenching in an effort to reduce the stimulation.

Marie squirmed as the vibrator throbbed between her legs, struggled with her bonds as it pressed into her clit. She turned her head from side to side in her struggle with her desires. Her body screamed out for release, her mind begged for completion. Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table she saw it was only 12 minutes since he had left the room. Oh god already she wanted to scream out, to beg, to plead for permission. But he was not in the room, he was not here with her. She wanted him here, she needed his presence to vocalize her needs. She tried holding up her hips to remove the feeling of the vibrator but she was not strong enough to hold them there for long.

Another 5 minutes passed before the door opened again. Marie was reduced to mumbling her needs in a monotone of pleas. A chanting stream of begging and pleading aimed at no one and everyone. She heard him cross the bedroom and stand by the bed. She saw a cup, steam raising upwards from the liquid inside, placed on the beside table next to the clock. Another minutes ticked over.

She felt his fingers pull the vibrator away from between her legs, the sudden relief from the vibrations bringing a sigh to her lips. Then the vacuum of excitement caused her hips to convulse, on the brink of orgasm pulling her closing to disobidience.

Suddenly a sharp pain on her butt, his hand left its mark, the pain almost enough to send her over the edge into bliss. She begs with her eyes, her mind barely able to hold a thought.

“Not yet little one.” he speaks softly.

His fingers move beneath her feeling the wetness that soaks the sheet. Stroking along the length of her as her hips jerk. Easing upwards, his fingers draws the liquid up along the crack of her arse. She groans as he pulls her cheeks apart. She moans as the tips of his fingers circle her sphincter. Her own fluids act as lubricant as he pushes into her.

His finger sinks slowly into her anul entrance, he twists it inside her as she groans with a mix of pain and desire. He leans over her as his finger explores her forbidden center. His other hand grips the collar and pulls her head upwards as he pushes hard his finger is buried deep inside her body.

“Cum now.” He whispers the words as his finger bends.

Marie explodes in orgasm, released of restriction, her mind no longer resisting the feelings of pleasure that have been held back by sheer will power. Her hips thrash against the mattress, her legs spasm as her orgasm bursts its bounds. Her scream is primeval as all the pent up desire takes over her body. Then a hand grasps a breast and pinches the nipple painfully, Marie passes out with erotic overload.

This is me speaking one of my stories for Aeva, not a good example but thought I would post it anyway.

http://soundcloud.com/whome1952/the-shower-vers-1

For Lucy

Lucy cursed. The dress was not working, the low back exposed the tan line. Sighing Lucy unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. Pulling out her second choice, a blouse and skirt combo Lucy slipped them on.
Smoothing the skirt down over her hips, it wasn't as tight fitting as her favorite but it would still work. Of course wearing stockings and garter belt certainly helped her feel better. Stockings always made her feel better. Twisting around to try and see what the mirror showed she smiled. She was pleased with the effect.
A cocktail party at an art gallery was not a common occurrence for Lucy so she wanted to look her best. The invitation had been unexpected, she did not know the artist but having checked online the work was interesting. The title of the exhibition intrigued her 'Over exposed', the few shots on the web site showed women exposing themselves in unusual settings.
Why she had been invited was a question that perplexed Lucy, while she had visited the art gallery a couple of times just in passing she had never bought anything. She had admired some of the work and vaguely remember filling in a guest book and giving an email address.
Lucy would not admit to anyone that the idea of exposing herself was exciting to her. It was one of her deep dark secrets. She had been tempted to experiment when out of town but had never had the courage to actually go through with it. Lucy also had another deep dark secret, one that nobody knew about other than herself. She had found a way of exploring the feelings. Now seeing these photo's showing women doing what she had not dared to do had triggered those feelings.
Slipping on her coat Lucy walked out to the car, a soft smile on her face. As she drove, Lucy wondered what hubby would say if he could see her now. He had not been interested in the exhibition, in fact he had happily agreed to take the kids to the movies and a meal afterward. This would give Lucy a good three hours of 'freedom' to be a woman instead of a wife and mother. Not something that happened that often.
Parking, Lucy walked the couple of blocks to the art gallery. Its bright lights spilling out onto the darkness of the street. Lucy pulled out the engraved invite as she approached the door. Handing it to the smiling doorman before being invited in. Lucy wondered through the crowded room, glancing at the large images that hung on the wall, it showed a group outside a church. The congregation was obviously just leaving. The preacher shaking hands. It was only when you looked closer did you see that the woman just leaving the church as naked. The next showed a crowded cafe, again it took a second look to see the naked woman sitting at one of the tables.
It took Lucy a moment to realize what was odd about the photo's. It was the lack of reaction from those around the naked women. The church goers were just church goers, there was no shock on their faces at a naked woman walking out of the church. The cafe patrons were just that, sitting drinking their coffees or chatting. It was as if the naked woman was not even there.
Lucy wondered through the exhibition. Office, park, bus all were the same. Lucy studied them closely, none of the people appeared twice, none of the naked women appeared in more than one photo. She could not see any evidence of photoshoping the women in. It was as if it was perfectly normal for naked women to appear.
“Lucy isn't it?” the voice spoke softly.
Lucy turned to the speaker. “Yes, yes it is.”
The man smiled. “Oh good, could you follow me please.”
Lucy frowned. “Why what is wrong, I was sent an invitation.”
“Oh nothing is wrong, you are a special guest of the artist and he has asked that you be given a private showing not available to everyone yet.”
“Oh, I don't know the artist, why would he invite me?”
“I really don't know, it was a special request by him. Now if you will follow me.”
Giving the picture one last look, Lucy turned and followed the man through the crowded gallery.
He stopped in front of a door and pulled a key from his pocket. Unlocking the door he stood aside.
“If you will enter and close the door behind you.”
Uncertainty made Lucy hesitate before opening the door. Why would the artist want to give her, just a housewife and mother, a private showing? Taking a deep breath Lucy stepped into the room closing the door behind her as instructed.
The room was devoid of furniture, the white tiled floor and white walls stood in stark contrast to the black screens of the LCD displays. Lucy counted 10 of them spaced evenly around the room. Looking around Lucy could not understand why she had been brought here.
At first Lucy did not notice the lights dimming, it was not until the first screen flickered into life that the changes in the room made any impression. Then Lucy gasped.
“Oh God.” the image on the first screen registered. This was not any work of the artist whoever that may be. This was an amateur is picture in comparison to those displayed outside. The image was of a woman laying face down on a bed, all that was visible of the body was from the lower back to the knees. There were sharp tan lines clearly visible.
The second screen came to life, another shot only closer in. Again the tan lines stood out in stark contrast to the darker flesh. Then another screen, this time standing back to camera. So it went on image after image of tan lines against skin. Lucy turned slowly as each screen came to life. She did not need to study them closely, she knew the subject, she knew the artist. Both were her.
Her secret was out, her fascination with posting images of herself online had caught up with her. She had been careful to hide it from her husband. Had been careful to keep her online experiments separate from her life as wife and mother.
“Interesting work don't you think?”
Lucy spun around towards the sound. A man stood at the door, having entered unnoticed as she had taken in the images of herself displayed around the room.
“Why?” it was the only question that came to mind.
“Why? Oh any number of reasons really.” He walked to the first screen. “The subject is beautiful, the tan lines provide a contrast that intrigued me. The lighting caught my eye.”
“But truthfully, the reason is simple, I found you.”
“How?”
“Well I think it was a mistake on your part, not a big one normally but when you visited the gallery you used the same email address as you did on the site.”
Lucy remembered, she had not wanted the gallery sending her junk mail so had used her throwaway address. Now she realized her mistake.
“But why?”
“Ah now you see this is were things get interesting. I am sure you have seen the photos on display in the exhibition?”
“Yes.” Lucy was keeping her answers short.
“Well, I am doing a shoot in the gallery. Kind of pictures within pictures theme.”
“What has that to do with me?”
“Oh that is easy, you are the subject.”
Gasping aloud, Lucy started walking towards the door.
“Of course I could always publish these, his arm swept around the room, or just mail them to your husband.”
Lucy stopped, “You wouldn't?”
“Why wouldn't I? I have nothing to lose.” The truth of his statement struck Lucy hard. She could not afford for her husband to find out her secret. Could not risk having her life disrupted by her own weakness.
“What am I suppose to do?” Lucy voice was almost a whisper, her heart beating fast. She could not see a way out of the situation.
“That is the easy part, you are simply to follow instructions.”
“When you are told to remove an item of clothing you will do so.”
“I can't do that, I just can't.”
“Of course you can, think of it as a set for your online teasing.”
Oh god Lucy's mind was racing, trying desperately to find a way out. Unfortunately her body was reacting in a different way. Already her nipples had hardened.
He noticed and smiled. “Oh I think you will do it and I have the feeling you will enjoy it.”
Lucy sighed and moved towards the door. Before she reached it he spoke one last time.
“Give me you coat.” Lucy hesitated before letting the coat slide from her shoulder and handing it to him.
He nodded his head slowly. “Remember if you refuse at any point the pictures and a link to your thread will be in your husbands email box before you get home.”
Lucy shuddered.
Stepping out into the main gallery once more Lucy wondered if she could simply keep out of the main area. She was sure the cameras would be hidden in that area. Before she could move into one of the alcoves the man that had escorted her to the private room came over smiling his sweet sickly smile.
Lucy viewed everyone differently now, now they were the ones who were going to expose her to the camera. They were the ones who were going to see her naked. She shuddered in shame, she trembled in excitement.
As the man reached her, he leaned forward ans whispered in her ear. “Blouse.” Lucy did not move.
“Now.” the word was a command.
Quickly Lucy started unbuttoning her blouse, waiting for those within line of sight to start staring. They didn't pay any attention. Or at least they did not appear to pay any attention.
Pulling the blouse off Lucy handed it to the man. He bowed and moved away, leaving Lucy to stand in skirt and bra. Gulping air into her lungs Lucy stepped away from the door before her nerves took her running into the private room.
She quickly moved to stand in front of one of the images. Looking at the image of a woman standing at a bus stop with a crowd of unconcerned people. Lucy wondered if she had been forced to expose herself, wondered if the ordinary looking woman standing naked in a mixed group of people had felt the shame that Lucy was feeling.
“Skirt please.” this time it was a female voice, Lucy was surprised for some reason, she had expected all the demands to come from the males in the room.
Closing her eyes, Lucy unzipped the skirt letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it. Now she felt even more shame, her garter belt and stockings were exposed. More importantly to Lucy her undergarments did not match her tan lines. Her face reddened in embarrassment, her nipples stiffened even more. Lucy was about to cross her arms to hide the excitement she was feeling.
“Don't.” it was a single word but enough to stop her action.
Lucy moved to another image, this one was a train station, full of commuters all except the woman sitting on a bench totally naked. What was her mistake? Lucy wondered.
'Bra please.” at least this one was polite. Why that mattered to Lucy she did not know but it did. She handed the requested item to the man without attempting to conceal her breasts. The will power needed for that simple act had been immense. Then it happened, the fact it was a woman did not make it easy.
“Your panties please.” her voice was soft, almost sensual.
Lucy stepped out of them without having to undo any garter straps. While outside of the panties may look good in photos it was not practical for every day. Lucy blushed a deeper red as the woman took the panties and before turning away raised them to her face and sniffed. Lucy knew the scent of her own excitement was soaked into the material.
Now all she wore was garter belt, stockings and shoes. Would she have to remove those as well, her excitement mounted as she tried to hide her embarrassment. The wetness between her legs increased as she saw both men and women give her quick glances. She was ashamed of her excitement but that only increased the feelings.
She was ashamed at her need for this, ashamed at being discovered online, ashamed of the growing excitement. Most of all she was ashamed of her desire to touch herself as these people pretended to ignore he nakedness.
Lucy realized what the situation reminded her of, her teenage dreams of being naked at school. Those dreams in which she was the only one who was naked in class. The dreams that had her waking up in a sweat and close to orgasm.
Now was the same. Now she was the only one who was naked, now she could feel the juices running down her leg. Now she could experience the urge to bring herself to orgasm as she stood in this crowd of strangers. It was another 30 minutes before the man came up to her again.
“Your clothes are in the private room. You may get dressed now.”
Lucy hurriedly crossed the gallery, opening the door to the room it had all started in. Her clothes were neatly folded on a table that had been brought in at some point. She stood looking at them for a moment, then without any preamble she started masturbating. Thrusting a finger deep into her pussy with a vigor that had been missing for some time. Soon she was kneeling on the hard tiles, her legs spread apart as she drove her hand into her body. Her thumb slammed against her clit with each thrust.
Her mind was blank, she did not care if anyone was watching or taking pictures. She did not care that she had been forced into the situation through blackmail or that she had been caught in her online life. All that mattered was that she was as turned on as she had expected. She was soaking wet simply from showing off her body. Posting online had never brought about this much excitement.
Soon her mind did not care about anything other than climaxing, her fingers flew over her clit as she cried out. Her body arched backwards as her climax hit her. She screamed in excitement as her orgasm reached a new peak.
Finally Lucy was able to stand her fingers soaked with her own juices. She wiped them on the stockings she still wore. Dressing Lucy discovered her panties were missing. She wondered if the woman still had them. She smiled at the thought.
As she slipped on her coat, Lucy felt her pussy spasm in a post orgasmic judder. A groan escaped her lips. God she was going to rape her husband when she got home.
Walking with head held high Lucy walked through the gallery once more. She had almost reached the door when she noticed an additional picture, one that had not been there when she had entered. It was her standing with a group of people. Naked except the garter belt and stocking. Her tan lines clearly visible.
She smiled as the man at the door held it open for her. As she stepped out he handed her a DVD case.
“A memento of your evening.” he smiled. Lucy grinned maybe she would have more to post online.

Again fro Aeva....

This one was born of a picture and a real life event, they weren't connected but the r/l event fueled the mood to write this.

 

Aeva tried to turn around as the shower door was slid open but before she could make a move a hand pushed her against the back wall. She grunted as her breasts were squashed against the tiles, she squealed as her hair was grabbed and twisted around his fist. She knew who it was but she still cried out.
“Please.”
His knee raised up and pushed against her butt forcing her harder into the tiles, his hand pulled down forcing her head backwards.
“Please what, bitch?” his other hand cupped her chin.
“Please, don't hurt me.” Aeva sank into the game with relish. It was her favorite, the roughness, the pain, the submission. They all combined to bring instant wetness to her cunt.
Still gripping her hair his other hand moved around, forcing its way between her body and the tiles. Grabbing a handful of breast and squeezing until she gasped.
“Hurt you, you don't know the meaning of pain bitch, not yet.” his finger and thumb pinched the nipple, causing her to cry out.
“Oh god, please.” Aeva struggled feebly, not really wanting to escape but wanting the reaction it would elicit.
“Stand still cunt.” he tugged her hair and pinched the nipple once more. She screamed up at the shower head as water cascaded down over them.
Pulling her around he grabbed an arm and quickly placed a Velcro shackle around the wrist, roughly pulling her arms behind her back he soon had her restrained. Twisting her around to face him he kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth as she attempted to clamp it shut. His fingers pinched a nipple as his other hand forced its way between her legs.
“You are dripping bitch.” he pushed three fingers deep into her cunt. “Your pussy is begging for it.”
“No, please, no.” she voice may have been denying but her body was yearning, her hips moving to meet his thrusting fingers.
He kissed her once more, biting her lip painfully before moving down and repeating the action on a nipple. Aeva screamed as her hips pushed forward.
“Turn around bitch.” she quickly obeyed.
“Lets see what you say now.” he pushed her upper back forcing her to bend at the waist. Her wrists shackled behind her, her head rested in the corner of the shower. Without any preamble or preparation he pushed two fingers deep into her ass. Forcing them to their full depth before Aeva could clench to stop him.
“OH GOD.” the sound echoed loudly in the shower.
“Like that do we cunt.” The fingers withdrew and was quickly replaced by 8 inches of hard stiff cock.
“OH FUCK.” Aeva cried out shaking with the pain and excitement.
“Fuck Bitch, you are tight.” he started driving in and out of her butt. Forcing his way deep into her ass and then pulling out until just the head was gripped tight by her screaming flesh. Then driving deep once more.
Aeva grunted with each penetration, started to meet his thrusts as best she could. Soon he was pulling her back as he thrust forward. He increased the pace.
“Fuck I am going to cum deep in your ass bitch.”
“Yes, Yes, Yes,” Aeva was chanting in time to his thrusts.
“Fuck.” he drove into her faster and faster until with one final lunge he reached around with both hands and grasped her breasts in a vice like grip. Aeva could feel his cum surging into her, she could feel herself filling up with his seed.
“OH GOD.” Aeva screamed, not in pain this time but in Ecstasy, her orgasm sending spasms through her. It was only his strong arms and the solid rod of flesh buried deep inside her that held her up.
As he softened she slide down the wall, twisting to sit beneath the spray of water.
Looking up she smiled weakly and whispered. “Thank you.”

bath time for Aeva

The bath was ready and so was Aeva, her muscles ached from her workout, they needed the soothing water of the bath. Aeva tested the water with a toe, one hand outstretched touching the wall. She took the moment to enjoy her nakedness. Aeva loved being naked, not nude, nude was for showers and their concealing curtains. Aeva enjoyed naked.

Looking down as her toe touched the surface, bubbles from the bath salts brushing over her foot. Aeva studied her body, her breasts were her favorit, well next to her butt or maybe they were equal. Aeva had problems deciding on that issue, both brought pleasure in their separate ways. Her eyes moved down to her clean shaven pussy, now there was a source of pleasure, she smiled at her thought.

Her legs, ah her legs, she had not liked them for a while. Thinking them to be her least attractive feature. Now with the workouts and favorable comments she was beginning to rethink her attitude to her legs. They were not long, at least not by modeling standards, but they were toned and shapely now.

The water was perfect and Aeva let her foot slide slowly into the water. Stepping easily into water, Aeva turned to look in the mirror above the sink. She smiled at the image that she saw. Raising a hand to touch one sensitive nipple, pinching it lightly, watching herself gasp at the sensations that surged through her body.

Bending down slowly Aeva descended into the warmth of the bath. Sliding down deeper to submerge her whole body in its warm embrace. A smile and a sigh of contentment as the warmth embraces her. Aeva loved baths, the idea of being naked in waters warm embrace, of being naked with only the camouflage water and suds to cover her. The translucent cover not really covering. The bubbles drifting, hiding then revealing as they moved.

Sliding slowly upwards, Aeva watched as her nipples broke the surface, watched as the orbs of flesh came into unobstructed view. Like twin islands thrusting up from the ocean. Like a volcanic atolls created deep in the earth. The nipples tighten at her thoughts, sticking outwards as the breasts emerge.

They sag a little as she sits in the bath, she pinches both nipples this time. The sensation causing her to take in a deep breath.

Picking up the soap Aeva holds it a moment, feeling the smooth texture, the slick length, the thickness. Ah the memories of moments of other things that felt so slick and smooth. Lifting her hands to her face she breaths in the scent, a flowery mixture of summer and sunshine.

Moving, her hands spreads the silken bar over her skin. Letting her fingers trace a slow path over the spheres of flesh, moving tantalizingly closer to the hard peaks. Her fingers teased and caressed, her hands squeezed and brushed over the tautness.

A sigh and a gasp at the touch. A moan of anticipation as her hands moved down, touching the surface of the water which offered no barrier to her progress. Drifting down over the soft skin, moving upwards as she raised her leg, water cascading down. As the slow leisurely pleasure of the moment. The easy touch of familiar patterns.

Fingers trace down her thigh, caressing closer to her center of pleasure. Her muscles clench at the first touch, her legs press against the walls of the bath as her finger moves lightly over the folds of flesh. Her hips raise up as her hand presses harder, her body responds as she delves between the lips. A groan escapes her as she sinks lower once more.

Teasing herself Aeva touches the tip of her clitoris, just brushing it lightly before moving down to thrust a finger into herself. The very act of penetration elicits a gasp of joy, holding it there she savors the moment of entry.

Her other hand grasps and squeezes her breast as the intruding finger moves deeper, edging into her slowly. Her body screams out for her to thrust and driving into herself but she resists. She knows that to hold off, to tease, to withhold what her body demands brings its own reward.

Her eyes close as she slips the finger in and out, adding a second as the channel becomes slick with her juices. Letting the water wash away the evidence of her excitement. She does not need to taste, not yet not until she has brought about her pleasure.

Her muscles tense with their own demands, they too want release but she resists, moving slowly brushing, squeezing and pushing into herself with divine slowness. Soon the demands become too much and her hand moves faster, her fingers grip her breast harder. Her nipples grow tauter.

She lifts her hips out of the water, exposing herself, declaring her freedom of concealment. She drives now, pushing in and out of her pussy with increasing speed. Her thumb rubbing ever faster over her clitoris. Her finger and thumb pinch hard on her nipple, her body tenses. The moment has arrived, she cannot hold back any longer, she cannot resist the need.

Giving one last thrust, she pulls out and rubs the demanding bud. Rubs and arches in pleasure as her orgasm explodes within her, the movement sends waves of water crashing against the sides of the bath. The pleasure of release is aided by the freedom of nakedness surges through Aeva, she cries out as her hand moves around her body and thrusts a finger deep into her asshole.

As her body relaxes it splashes down into the bath, exhausted once more she submerges beneath the waves. Content and clean and satisfied a smile on her face as she relaxes.