Traci 4: Fantasy, a short story by Wysiwygman. Date added: 2011-12-15. Times viewed: 3747.
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- Intro: Het, MF, Oral, BDSM, Slut
I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a black T shirt, It seemed pointless getting dressed but I needed to feel I had some control. I was enjoying the game we were playing but I didn’t want things to go too far. I was in love with Traci, she broke my heart when she left for the States but I still wasn’t sure how she felt about me. It was obvious she was enjoying the sex games but was that because it was me or would any guy she fancied be treated to the same? I figured that tonight might be the time to find out the answers, even if it meant that I lost her again, before I got in so deep I could be hurt. Taking a deep breath I checked the mirror. Green eyes in a square jawed face, dark brown cropped hair and a close trimmed goatee with just a few flecks of grey. My shoulders have always been broad and the gym/swim program had squared them up nicely. The Tee shirt was tight across the chest but hung loose where the exercise had flattened my stomach. I was surprised to find myself pleased with my appearance, I looked leaner, tougher and more mature certainly an improvement on the baby faced, chubby cheeked, suit I’d been when she walked out the first time. With a little more confidence I walked through to the living room.
I don’t know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t what I found. Traci had been busy setting the scene whilst I’d taken my shower and the living room looked promising for a romantic evening. The Gas fire, one of those black iron baskets with the fake coals and real flames, was flickering away nicely and the only other light in the room were a couple of dozen tea lights in saucers dotted around the room. My computer, I had a big Macintosh tower at the time courtesy of work, was online and Traci was standing next to the desk with two hefty tumblers of scotch. She’d touched up her makeup and tidied her hair but was still wearing her revealing outfit.
“Come and sit down”
She gestured to the leather swivel chair I used when I was working. I moved over and sat back, accepting the glass and taking a sip of the smoky tasting scotch. She perched her bum on the corner of the desk and sipped from her glass, her eyes never leaving mine.
“I need to ask you something, before we go any further.”
She sipped again, her lipstick delicately marking the rim of the glass.
“Do you ever have...you know...fantasies?”
Her eyes were very bright again and I sensed that this was a very important question. It was my turn to pause and take a drink. This was difficult territory for me, if I told her the truth I could be opening myself up to rejection or ridicule but if I lied to her or kept quiet I could lose her again and miss the opportunity to make those fantasies real.
“Yes, yes I do.”
It was true, in the months after she left I’d spent a lot of time on line. Since she had replaced me with someone she’d met in a chat room I figured I’d try the same game. I never seemed to match up to the expectations of the girls I’d contacted on the vanilla singles boards, I wasn’t interested in bubblegum pop, trendy pubs and I rode a motorcycle rather than driving a company BMW but I seemed to appeal to some of those who hinted at a more alternative lifestyle. Frustratingly I’d never had the nerve to actually ask for a meeting but I’d had some very steamy on line conversations and I’d visited a few porn sites that had been suggested by my correspondent. I’d found the images of women submitting to dominant men arousing but I’d never considered that this would ever be a situation I’d find myself in. I certainly didn’t want to show them to Traci, her attitude to porn had always been distinctly negative, and I wasn’t sure how I could explain to her without seeming like some kind of a freak. She solved the problem for me,
“Let me show you something.”
She slipped onto my lap and opened the window she’d had minimised. It was a site I’d not visited but I had heard of and I realised that this was no casual find for her as you had to pay for membership. She’d accessed an area where members shared their own pictures and videos and she selected a film and then snuggled back against me.
“Please have an open mind.”
She whispered.
The film was obviously homemade, the camera in a fixed position as the couple made love in their living room. The girl was fairly tall and busty with long dark hair. She wore a shiny black harness with steel rings that accentuated her bare breasts and pussy while a black domino mask protected her identity. She knelt on a white sheepskin rug with her knees apart and her shoulders back, displaying herself to the camera. Her partner, a heavily muscled older man in black leather jeans, stood behind her. He bound her hands behind her with a black silk rope and placed a black leather collar around her throat before lifting her to her feet and leading her to a tall bar stool. Taking what looked like a dog lead he bent her over the stool and chained her neck to the bar at the bottom of the stool so she could not rise and then tied her ankles to the legs. He drew her hair back in a pony tail and turned her face to the camera. The stool supported her stomach but her exposed breasts hung free and the man began to fondle them, squeezing and stroking them and pulling on her nipples. The woman moaned and gasped and the man bent and kissed her mouth passionately whilst still squeezing at her tits. I was growing hard in my jeans, my erection pressing against Traci’s deliciously firm, warm bum. She wriggled, teasingly and brushed her lips against my cheek. She took my hand and slipped it up under the black silk camisole until it rested on her firm breast and she began to tease her nipple with her own hand until I got the message and began to pinch and pull like the man in the video. On the screen the man unzipped his fly and offered his cock to the girl’s mouth. She sucked at it hungrily as he stroked and caressed her hair. What surprised me was, despite the bondage, the scene seemed so loving. The man stepped back, his now erect cock shining with his lover’s saliva. He walked round behind her and picked up a black paddle from the floor. He spanked the girl, alternating between cheeks. It was obvious from the sharp slaps and the way she twisted and moaned that he wasn’t pretending and it was also obvious that the girl was becoming extremely aroused. He paused in his spanking and began to caress her between the legs, and the girl responded, gasping and pushing back against his hand. The man ceased his ministrations and gave her another swat, ordering her to remain still before slipping the round handle of the paddle up between her legs. The girl moaned and her partner began to move his hand back and forth, penetrating her with the thick, black handle of the paddle. Traci gave a little whimper and took my other hand and guided it to her thighs. She spread her legs to allow me access and pressed her lips against my neck. She started to move her hand away but I caught it and guided it back. With her hand trapped in mine I began to caress her. She was very wet and I felt her sigh against my neck as I made her caress herself, my hand controlling her,
“Oh yes, make me do it.”
She whispered,
“Make me stroke myself like a bad little girl.”
I pinched her nipple and she gasped.
“Oh yes, oh yes.”
She whispered, fiercely
“You’re making me be so bad for you.”
The girl on the screen was gasping and moaning as her partner fucked her hard with his makeshift dildo and you could see she was on the brink of orgasm when he suddenly pulled the paddle out and gave her five or six swift slaps on her already tender buttocks. She gave a moan of frustration and a squeal of pain. I pressed hard between Traci’s legs, pushing my finger and hers inside her. She gasped as I fucked her vigorously, her head thrown back against my shoulder, her free hand stroking my cheek.
“Oh yes, yes, make me cum like a bad little slut...oh!”
I held her tight as she shuddered and gasped her way to orgasm.
On the screen the muscled man was fucking his partner hard, his hands gripping her hips and the force of his thrusts rocking the stool. The girl was obviously in the middle of her climax, her eyes shut and her mouth open making little cries. As she subsided her partner withdrew from her and stepped up close to her face, his fist pumping his cock until he sprayed her face and hair with his cum. He walked away and out of shot then the camera moved as he picked it up and zoomed in on his partners face as she licked his semen from her lips and smiled. The scene ended and cut to shot of them on the sofa, clean and cuddling, wearing matching bathrobes and rising a smiling toast to their audience.
Traci nuzzled my neck and I lifted our hands, dripping with her juices to her lips. I leant forward and sucked her fingers clean, then pressed mine to her lips.
“Oh God, “
She whispered,
“You’re going to make me taste my own pussy,”
She sucked my fingers greedily, and then kissed me hard on the mouth. She turned round and straddled me on the chair, reaching down to release my rock hard cock from my jeans.
“Please let me put this inside me”
She begged, sliding her wet pussy lips against the head of my cock,
“Let me have your come right up inside my naughty wet pussy.”
I growled and pulled her down, impaling her on my throbbing shaft. She rode me, whimpering as she did,
“Oh yes, that’s it, make your dirty little slut take your cock and make you come!”
I just thrust into her as hard as I could and I heard and felt her come again as I emptied my seed into her.....
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