Author's Note:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely in your own head. But enjoy it anyway.
Thanks to Kristen, of "The
Kristen Collection" on asstr.org for the inspiration and for
collecting so many fantastic stories.
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Out of the Closet
It was a slow day. And Jasmine was glad she had told
her boyfriend she'd play their game. They'd been
playing with sexual power for a while, and it was bringing
them closer, oh so closer. Anyhow, the way this game
worked was they'd take turns. On the day they were
scheduled, who's ever turn it was would write a fantasy and
give it to the other. They'd had some hot times that way.
Her favorite was when she took him to a restaurant and
masturbated the whole car ride there. While they ate she
kept slowly stroking her clit. And she made him wait the
whole time too. He couldn't touch his swollen cock, even
though he knew, from her breathing, from the tortured
expression on her face, that even while she was pretending
to decide between the steak and the chicken, even while the
waitress was solicitously and patiently explaining the
specials again, even while she was stammering out a choice
of salad dressings, her middle finger was slowly and
exquisitely tracing a path over her swollen clit while her
index finger repeatedly fucked her dripping cunt. And that
was just the dinner.
Wow. It was all Jasmine could do to keep herself from
cumming in the shower thinking about it. But that was one
of the rules. No masturbation on their 'power days.' They
wanted each other ready - they wanted each other crazy.
And boy, as she forcefully pulled her hand away from her
cunt, was she ever crazy about him. And holy lord, it
was only 6:30 AM!
So she made her way blindly through her work day.
Even though Jasmine's totally proud of big tits, she's a
conservative dresser. Just her regular pants and sweater.
But she couldn't help but be grateful that no one at work
had x ray vision. Because they'd get an eyeful of moisture
dripping from her lips. No matter what. They were
permanently distended all day.
At three o'clock the receptionist called her extension
and said a courier had dropped off a package. She looked
at it. A plain brown paper wrapped box. She opened it up,
and boy, was she glad she opened it in the privacy of her
own cubical. Wrapped in tissue inside the box, was a black
silken strip of cloth. In the cloth was a typed note.
"My love. My slut. This strip of cloth is a
blindfold. You know what to do with it. Meet me in the
linen closet in Flanagan's, downstairs next to the men's
room. At 7:00 tonight. Sharp. I want you in the linen
closet, blindfolded and ready for me. And the only fabric
that is allowed on your body, in that closet, is in this
package. Like the slut you are, my love, like the closet
cocksucking slut only you can be, only for me. I love
you."
Jasmine couldn't contain herself. No way. She had
to masturbate! Her was on fire with the idea of
getting fucked in semi public like that. She knew she'd do
it, even though she'd never done anything like insane
before. Just from the feel of the silken black blindfold
in her hand, she knew she'd take her lover in the closet
like a whore. Like a common tramp. Like an alleycat,
screwing wherever she was told. Oh each phrase. Each
phrase as it rolled in her mind triggered wonderful
sensations in her cunt. She was so glad Leo was in her
life, because only with him could she let herself go, only
with him could she be the wild wanton slut she was and not
feel dirty, not feel like she was debasing herself. And
debasing herself was wonderful with Leo. She couldn't wait
for him to debase her more.
She fairly flew out of work and straight to
Flanagan's. She knew better than to be late. And as much
as she wanted to call Leo, she knew that was against the
rules. She floated into the restaurant bar and downstairs.
At 6:55 she was inside the linen closet. By 7:00 she was
naked. She was careful to fold her clothing, then she
stood for a moment. Naked. Her hands shaking with lust,
her nipples engorged. Then she took the blindfold out of
purse and wrapped it tight around her face, tying it in
back. She even looked straight at the linen closet's lamp
to make sure she couldn't see a thing. She was blind.
Blind with lust. Blind with love. And blind from that
blessed black silk blindfold.
Fuck it. She just couldn't keep her fingers out of
her anymore. Let Leo break in on her and find her
fingering herself. oh, that would be fine. he could spank
her. ask she sat on a stool in the closet, her legs parted,
one hand busily stroking her clit, the other hand on her
nipples.
The door opened. A voice she hadn't heard. "Well,
well, well. I see you are all prepared."
She didn't know Leo was such a good mimic. But maybe
she was just so crazy with sex. "Leo, just. you hot. god
fuck me please baby I want you."
The voice acquired an edge. "Shut up, you little
whore. And you might not get hurt." Then those hands. Oh
god she was just freaking out with lust and . oh fear and
excitement and love. Leo. Running his hands all over her.
Roughly on her tits. Squeezing her nipples like he wasn't
making love to her, he was taking ownership of her. Now
biting her nipples. Roughly. Like lines of fire his hands
traced their way over her electric body. Then roughly he
pulled her to her feet and turned her around, pressing her
against the wall, his hands between her legs just fucking
her with his three fingers like he owned it. And all
he said was "slut."
"Slut." His hands between her legs.
"Slut." His finger on her clit.
"Slut." His wet finger tracing her nipples.
"Slut." His finger in her mouth, forcing her to taste
her own juice.
"Slut." His knee pressing her legs apart.
"Slut." His soaking wet finger pressing against her
asshole.
"Slut." HARD his finger violating her anus.
"Slut." And the sound of a zipper, as he ass fucked
her with his whole finger. And from his hand on her clit
and in her she started to cum. Shaking, moaning, begging
for more she was his, her orgasm ripping through her like a
tornado.
"Slut. You came from my finger in your ass you whore.
Now you're really begging for it."
Then he turned her around and pressed her to her
knees. She knew she was in heaven to be treated this way
by the she loved. As he forced his cock into her face.
"Slut." And he fucked her face like he owned it. But just
for a second. The he pulled her up. Cruelly, yet
sensually he pinched her nipples, pulling them out and
pinching till they tingled at the exact edge between agony
and ecstasy. Only Leo knew her that well. Only Leo knew
her limits enough to push them. Then he was inside her.
His cock was harder bigger then she'd ever felt it.
Stretching her out. Filling her pussy. Each thrust was
like heaven. She couldn't stop moaning, it was like she
was cumming the entire time, like she was reduced to a
giant clitoris sending pulsing waves, orgasm after orgasm,
from her toes to her fingertips. And after only a few
minutes, but it seemed like forever, it seemed like she'd
cum five times, he started twitching. And filled her
pussy. His was hot. White hot and oh, the way he
twitched, still holding her ass cheeks. Like they were
his. And they were, for never before had she like
this, never before had she given this part of herself to a
man.
They clung quietly to each other. Then her hand went
towards her blindfold. "Stop it slut. You pull that off
and I'll fucking kill you right now bitch."
Wow. That was a little much, but if Leo wanted to
play like that she was game. He gave her nipples one last
pinch and then she heard the door open. And then shut.
And she was alone.
She trembled as she removed the sweaty blindfold. Her
neat pile of clothing was on the floor. And on top of it
was a one hundred dollar bill. She felt like a wonderful
whore, her whole body filled with love and and lust and
satisfaction. She could hardly wait till she got to Leo's
apartment. Both to get her revenge, and to fall asleep in
his arms. She got dressed. That stinker. He took her
panties. She put the rest of her clothes on, and when she
picked up her purse felt a vibration. Her pager. How long
had it been going off? Shit, the message was from 6:30.
It was a text page. "Honey, Sorry - I can't make it! Just
meet my at my apartment at 8:00 instead? -- Leo"
WHAT! Now she was ashamed. Had she just given
herself totally to a complete stranger? Was it rape? Or
just the best sex she'd ever had? Jasmine was confused.
She'd loved it. But the idea. that someone she'd never
even laid eyes on, not to mention knew his name, had just
taken that sort of intimate ownership of her body, had just
felt her reduced to a screaming moaning sex machine. and
left her a HUNDRED BUCKS? A Hundred Bucks? For her pride?
And her panties! Some asshole fucking rapist shithead
scumbag had her panties! The tiny white ones she never
wanted anyone but Leo to see. And yet, while she staggered
sobbing from Flanagan's, she couldn't get over how
wonderful it had been. She took a cab to Leo's. Ran
sobbing to his door. Unlocked it and stumbled inside. He
was sitting casually on the couch.
"Hi honey, you got my page? What's wrong?" She'd
never seen him so concerned, but all she could do was cry
in her shame and sorrow and confusion and lust.
"Honey? What happened? You can tell me! Please -
just tell me what the hell is wrong, I paged you at like
6:30, what the hell, I didn't stand you up," then he
paused, raising his hand. It held a bit of some familiar
damp white cloth. And his eyes went from panic to that
familiar glow of love and humor, and she knew she was his
forever. His voice changed, to the voice from the closet.
"And besides slut. You can have your back, if
they're so damn important to you."
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