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betting on us The Game "You catch the game last night?" I felt my face grinning. "Oh, Yeah." I heard my coworker going on about how the local team was robbed and was gonna come back. My mind was on the game. Carly and I had been dating and playing for a couple of months, but we were still too new to experiment. Then the game came. I didn't even know she was such a big fan. I was going to watch a police drama, but she wanted to watch the first game of the series. "Baseball? Then we can watch curling, and aquaballet, and paint dry...." " I don't believe you don't want to watch the big game." " If it were football, or basketball, maybe, but baseball? Come on. " " Well, if you want me to go home." I looked at her. She had my favorite short shorts and cut off tee on, with the sheerest bra and I was sure matching thong. "Hey, you want to watch baseball, no problem. Those guys aren't going to win, anyway." "Oh, now you're the expert." I shrugged. "Want to bet?" Bet? I looked at those lovely breasts and that sweet body and I knew. I just knew. "Yeah. I'll bet. You ready to put up?" From the look on her face, I knew she knew what I had in mind. "Okay. Name it." "Winner takes all. If you win, we do whatever you want. I win, we do whatever I want." She looked at me and she knew that I was up to something, but she hated to lose, and I think she was curious. "You're on, stud." I really don't like baseball. Most of the game is the battery and the rest is talk. I have never watched a game more intensely in my life. I was screaming at the coaches, the ump, the batboy. I was hanging on every pitch for the last six outs, and even the lame commentary didn't get to me. I turned off the television and turned to Carly. She was smiling, but not without a certain gritting of her teeth. She really hates to lose, which of course is part of the fun. "Shall we retire to the bedroom?" She followed me, her eyes watching for any hint of what was to come. "Okay. Let's get the preliminaries out of the way. Strip. Slow and sexy. Like you want to make me happy." Carly is more of a 'let's do it' lover, so this was uncomfortable territory for her, which is why I started here. She peeled off her tee shirt and threw it on the chair. "Never mind. I should have known you'd welch." "What? You said strip." "Yeah. I didn't say take your clothes off. I said 'strip'. You know the difference. You just can't give in." She glared at me for a long minute, then, slowly, with a soft sway, she began opening the snap of her shorts. She lowered the zipper, and eased the shorts part way down, but stopped with her mound just covered, and reached behind her to unsnap the sheer bra. I sat on the chair and leaned back in my best lord of the manor manner. She smiled. Almost as though she meant it. Holding the bra against her breasts, she shrugged out of the straps, and slowly lowered it to expose those lovely mounds. Next, she slipped out of her sandals, and slowly, eased a finger around the waistband of the shorts, letting them slowly descend, until they slid to the floor, where she stepped out of them flinging them at me with her foot. I nodded, appreciatively, but with constraint. I wanted her to work harder. She reached to the waistband of her thong. I shook my head, indicating that she should turn around, slowly. Knowing how she hated to be 'inspected like a piece of beef', she turned and swayed that lovely ass at me, then slowly turned back around. I gave no indication of my approval, or disapproval. She turned around again, presenting that lovely almost naked ass to me, as she slowly peeled the thong off her hips, and drew it down her lovely thighs. I watched the small piece of fabric drop to her feet. Slowly, Carly turned and again flipped the thong at me. I caught it, and without expression. tore it in pieces and dropped them on the floor. Something new came into her eyes. Fear? Excitement? I beckoned her closer. She drew near, and I grasped her wrist, drawing her closer. I pulled her across my lap. I could feel her fighting herself, wanting to protest. Wanting to say something, but not wanting to admit to her reluctance. I knew she hated to surrender herself, and I gave her no option. She knew she could stop at any time, but she knew that I would consider that welshing. I loved it. Lying across my lap, I caressed her ass, and her thighs. I let my hand drift between her legs, knowing that at that moment she was totally mine. I could take my time and do whatever I wanted. I savored the moment and the flesh that was mine to explore, knowing that she was becoming aware of that same ownership. Would she resent it? Was I destroying whatever we had? If I was, then it was probably just as well. This was my world. Tracing my finger tips across her curved derriere, I paused and then let the hand slap down with the pleasure and passion that she had engendered. Her whole body jumped in my lap, and she bit back the whimper that pleased me both in itself and in her desire to stiffle it. I varied the rhythm and the timing of the slaps, with occasional tracing of the nails across the hot, red bottom. Carly squirmed and writhed on my lap, and I felt myself growing hard, but took my time. My fingers traced up between her lovely thighs, and my fingers met the moisture in her cunt. I let my fingers tease and play there feeling her writhe now with the mixed pleasure/pain that she was experiencing for the first time. I let my moist fingers tease her sensitive ass hole and she whimpered and writhed beneath me. I stopped. Carly lay docile and still across my lap. I didn't touch her. I just waited letting her anticipate and wonder. "Stand." She stood. I stepped past her to the bed. I took my own clothes off, leaving them on the floor. I looked at her. "Pick up these clothes." She looked at me a moment. She was lost in the erotic, but the mundane was a surprise. She gathered up the clothes and dumped them on the chair. I stared at her, my expression carefully bland. Carly carefully folded the clothes and put them back on the chair. I nodded. She had to learn. "Kneel." She walked over. She seemed to be getting the idea. She knelt slowly in front of me. Caressing her lovely breasts, I enjoyed the casual ownership privelege I was assuming. She started to look up. I slapped her face, lightly. "Did I tell you to look up?" "No. " "No, Sir." "No, Sir." I could see her breathing harder. This was her anger and her resolve. I caressed her face, and neck, then kissed her softly. Running my fingers across her lovley lips, I pressed a finger into her mouth and felt her softly suck it. I caressed her face with my other hand. Withdrawing my finger, I presented my hard cock, and she took it in her mouth. I gave no instruction, nor did I move. She would have to decide for herself. After a fairly short pause, Carly slowly took my length into her hot moist mouth, slowly, sucking me in, and then slowly easing her head back, letting her tongue tease the crown of my cock, then taking me back into her mouth. I savored her efforts until I was afraid I might lose it. I had other plans. I stepped away, leaving her with saliva dripping from her lips and a surprised look on her face. "Up on the bed. On your hands and knees." Carly kept her head down, and climbed up onto the bed. Positioning herself as directed she waited. I kept her waiting. I could feel her wanting to look at me, but she remembered the slap, and she waited with almost a quivering anticipation. Moving to the closet, I opened it and took down the thick leather belt that I wore with my jeans. I don't know if she peeked or if she guessed , but Carly's whole body was trembling. I took my time. I was tempted to snap the belt, but that seemed to melodramatic, besides she seemed to know full well what was coming. The first strike of the leather was just hard enough to hurt, but not so hard as to terrify. Many people cannot take that much pain at first. By the fourth strike, Carly's lovely ass was a barber pole of red and white stripes that made me harder than I had ever been. Two more strikes to even the color. Then I stopped. She waited , her whole body heaving with her breathing and her passion. I reached under and squeezed her lovely breast. Laying the belt on the pillow near her head, I climbed onto the bed. Moving behind her, I positioned my cock at the wet sopping entrance to her cunt and slowly entered her. I stopped with my length fully inside of her. Then lightly striking her sensitive ass, I thrust in and out and she shuddered and stiffled a scream as she surrendered to an orgasm that shook her whole being. I stopped. My cock deep inside her spasming cunt. When she seemed to calm down, I withdrew until only the tip was still in her. Then I thrust back to the hilt. Knowing that my hips were bumping her burning flesh. Soon she was thusting with me. I stopped. As she settled, I withdrew completely. Positioning my cock at the tight opening of her rectum, I heard her whimper. I waited. She was almost panting. I waited and let my hands caress her untouched skin ... her back... her tummy..... the fronts of her thighs. Grasping her hips, I slowly pressed forward, feeling her tight ass ease open as my cock entered her. Feeling Carly surrender herself to me, and loving her in that moment of sweet possession/surrender. My cock moved in and out , slowly at first but with building speed and Carly pressed back against me to take me in more deeply, and I thrust and with a growl that seemed to come from the base of my balls, I emptied myself into her tight ass. When I withdrew, I lay down beside her. She didn't move. I smiled at her, my fingers toying casually with her breasts and nipples. "Lie down." She dropped to the bed. I got some cream and applied it gently to her still glowing ass. I kissed her back and her shoulders. I got up and got dressed and went into the living room. A short while later, Carly came into the living room, she had her top and her shorts and sandals on. Her breasts moved freely under the sheer fabric. She went to the kitchen and got me a beer. She set it next to my chair. I smiled and let my hand wander over her still tender ass. She gasped but stood still. I love baseball....... ................................................... R. |
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10/4/2007 4:52 pm |
A lovely story Rory...it makes my mind wander to my own Sir..He knows instinctively what I am craving and desiring...whether I voice it or not. I would imagine this lady has taken her first step in becoming a submissive. Thanks for sharing it with us..*s* Best of luck to both of you... ♥Samantha♥
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