Moving Day 48

Author: Martin L. Fletcher

Title: Moving Day

Summary: An erotic encounter with MaryAnn on moving day

Keywords: M/F, bdsm, cons, oral

ONE

When I left my office I found MaryAnn waiting for me, watching the door expectantly. She was leaning back with one foot propped against the wall, hands in her pockets.

She was probably ditching another staff meeting.

Instead of the office-lady outfit she wore when 'auditing' one of my classes, she had on a short, fitted leather jacket that hugged her trim waist, and a tight satin blouse. She had unfastened the top buttons, revealing the swell of her striking cleavage and giving a teasing glimpse of the scalloped edge of her bra. Skintight leather jeans showed off her shapely ass and elegant legs.

She saw me and broke into a mischievous grin.

"Darling!"

She jumped up and threw her arms around my neck, and wrapped her legs around my waist. I reflexively dropped my briefcase and put my hands under her ass. She put her face close to mine so that I was looking into her dark eyes and kissed me passionately, purring contentedly as our tongues met.

After a long minute she jumped down and stood gazing up at me, her hands resting on my shoulders. She cocked her head and smiled expectantly. "Miss me?" she said.

"If you're here about extra credit, Miss Carter," I told her, "you'll need to come back tonight. Say around nine o'clock."

In a smooth dancer's motion she leaned in, went up on tiptoes, and bit my ear gently. "Bastard," she whispered, giggling.

"Let's get out of here," I smiled, "before the Dean walks by."

TWO

As we made our way out of the building, MaryAnn hugged my arm possessively.

"I missed you last night," she pouted, glancing up at me.

Since MaryAnn and I had taken her sister Becky as our personal slave, I had been spending most weekends and nights at the house they rented. But since it was the end of the term, I had been at my office late last night getting final grades in.

"I get restless when we can't sleep together," she continued petulantly, "and it's so much more fun to play with Miss Priss when you're around. You think of the most delicious things to make her do."

I looked down at her and grinned. "So move in with me."

She looked up at me, startled, her mouth a round 'O' of surprise.

"And don't pretend to be so shocked," I laughed. "You've been dropping hints for the last month that you wanted to start living together."

MaryAnn flushed and stuck out her tongue. "Aren't you just so smart."

THREE

Moving day.

The moving company had dropped off MaryAnn and Becky's furniture, and we had left Becky in the room designated as her 'slave quarters,' unpacking her things. MaryAnn was following me around the house, peeping in the various rooms. She had on a pair of cut-off denim shorts that hugged her shapely ass, and a tight crop top that showed off her slender midriff and marvelous tits. Her auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail with a length of bright red ribbon.

After touring the rest of the house, I led her down into the basement. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gasped. "Oh. My. God."

The house had been built in the nineteen-seventies, and I had bought it from the original owners when they moved into assisted living. They had owned the house from their twenties onward, and had, at some point, converted the basement into a 'rec room.'

It was a veritable museum of seventies kitsch.

The walls were paneled in wood, and the floor was wall-to-wall shag, in the weird mustard color popular then. There was a wet bar, a disco ball, and even a full-sized pool table--the original owners probably hadn't been able to sell it. And, of all things, a stripper pole mounted on an elevated platform.

They must have had some incredible parties back in the day.

The room was such a perfect time-capsule of the era that I didn't have the heart to change it when I renovated the house. So I had left it intact, only replacing the worn carpet--after spending months tracking down several rolls of authentic Harvest Gold polyester shag.

MaryAnn looked at me and laughed. "Wow. Just wow."

"You were expecting something else?" I smirked.

She slipped her sandals off and stood in her bare feet, giggling as she curled her toes in the shag carpet.

After walking around the room and examining the period-correct furniture, she stopped in front of the couch and peered inside the cardboard box that was sitting against one arm. She chuckled and lifted out a pair of handcuffs, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I thought this would be a great room for playing with Miss Priss," I said, "so I brought down a few things we might need."

She giggled and replaced the handcuffs in the box, then continued her circuit of the room, stopping in front of the stripper pole. She grinned over her shoulder at me, stepped up on the platform, and jumped onto the pole, wrapping her legs tightly around it. After a few twirls, she thrust her legs out so that she was clamping the pole between her bare thighs and leaned toward me, arching her back so that her head was upside down and her ponytail nearly touched the floor.

I looked down at her, slowly clapped my hands, and gave a slow whistle.

She grinned up at me, lifted her torso upright again, and hopped down off the pole.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" I laughed.

"How do you think I paid for graduate school?" she smirked, sauntering up to me and putting her arms around my neck.

"You're a woman of multifarious talents," I said.

"What big words you know, Mister."

"That's 'Doctor,'" I told her. "I have a Ph. D. too, you know."

"Well, then, Mister Doctor," she said, her voice husky, "what are we going to do now?"

FOUR

In response I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She squirmed and moaned in pleasure as I pushed my tongue into her mouth and ran my hands slowly over her bare midriff. As we continued to kiss, I let a hand slide under her top and kneaded her tits with my fingers. As she writhed with pleasure, I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. She stared into my eyes, her breath hot on my lips, as I pulled her top over her head, allowing her magnificent tits to spring free. She squealed as I reached up and tweaked her nipples, gently pinching and pulling them as I ground my pelvis against her.

She shivered and giggled as I leaned close and breathed gently into her ear.

"Take your shorts off, baby," I whispered.

Eyes wide, she unbuttoned her shorts and bent over. With every movement her tits jiggled invitingly, and I became even more aroused as I watched her slowly slide her shorts down to the floor.

She was not wearing panties.

"Undress me," I said.

She moved close to me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt before sliding it off my arms and onto the floor. She looked at me hungrily, and then put her mouth to my chest. I groaned with pleasure as she bit and sucked at my nipples. She slowly ran her tongue down my torso, pausing to put the tip of her tongue in my navel. As I growled in the back of my throat, she knelt in front of me so that her perfectly-shaped ass was high in the air and her face was inches from the floor. She removed my shoes, and slowly ran her tongue over the top of my bare feet. I gasped as she kissed and nibbled the top of each toe pushed the tip of her tongue between each of my toes.

After sitting back on her heels, she looked up at me and raised her hands to loosen my belt. Pulling it through the belt loops, she tossed it aside and undid the button on my jeans, then pulled down my jeans and shorts. My cock was hard and erect, and I was already aching for release. She stared up at me, grinned lasciviously, and licked her lips in anticipation.

I put my hand on her head. "Not yet, honey," I breathed.

FIVE

I pulled her to her feet and led her to the couch. I sat down and ordered her to sit on my lap. She turned to face away from me, and slowly lowered her ass until she was sitting on my bare thighs.

She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me, her eyes shining. I encircled her with my arms and began to play with her tits. Alternating between the barest touch with my fingertips and quick pinches, I continued to fondle her until she was moaning with arousal.

While I was playing with her tits, I ran the tip of my tongue slowly down her spine, pausing to gently blow on each spot I had just wetted. The combination of sensations made her shiver and moan.

As I continued to tickle her back with my tongue, I slowly crept my hands down her belly until I was running my fingers over her pussy lips. She moaned loudly as I stroked her pussy lips and fingered her clit. When my fingers were wet with her juices, I brought my hand up to her face.

I rubbed my hand over her nose and mouth to play her own scent back to her, and then tapped my finger gently on her lips. "Open," I said quietly.

She opened her mouth and I slipped my fingers between her lips. As I pushed my fingers all the way in, she began sucking, tasting her own juices as I moved my fingers in and out of her mouth.

When she had sucked my fingers clean, I reached over to the box at the end of the couch and pulled out the pair of handcuffs she had found earlier.

She giggled as I reached around her to dangle the cuffs where she could see them, and slowly drew them up her chest, allowing the cold metal to tickle her cleavage.

"Hands behind your back, darling," I told her.

She obediently put her wrists together behind her back, and squirmed with excitement as I snapped the cuffs on her.

I brushed my fingertips gently up her arms and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Now I'm going to give you what you want, honey. Get on your knees between my legs."

SIX

She slowly rose from the couch and turned so that she was facing me. Her face and chest were flushed with arousal, and she looked at me with her eyes wide and yearning. Slowly she sank to her knees, and looked up at me hungrily, licking her lips in anticipation.

Seeing her kneeling in front of me with her arms bound behind her was deeply arousing, and I was aching for release. I wanted her--wanted to take her just like this. I slid forward so that I was sitting on the edge of the couch, and she leaned forward to take my cock in her mouth.

As she closed her lips around my cock, she began to move her head up and down the shaft, slowly at first, and then with increasing ardor. With each stroke her tongue massaged the base of my shaft and her lower lip tickled my balls. She looked up at me and purred in satisfaction as the head of my cock slid down her throat.

Her tits jiggled with the motion of her head as she continued to suck me.

As soon as I felt the cum rising in my cock I gave up any idea of holding back. I grabbed her ponytail and held her head in place as I groaned loudly, and MaryAnn moaned as I pushed my cock all the way in and spurted hot cum into her mouth. I felt her swallow, and she kept sucking as I continued to hold her head and push my cock repeatedly down her throat.

After I came I let her slowly draw her head back so that my still hard cock popped out of her mouth, and she licked her lips in satisfaction. She stuck out her tongue and ran the tip up the bottom of my shaft, then looked up at me with a wicked grin.

"I guess we're not done yet, lover," she said, nuzzling my cock with her cheek while she stared up at me with wanton eyes.

SEVEN

"Get up here, you," I told her, and she slowly rose from the floor and straddled me, her knees on the couch and her tits a few inches from my mouth.

Still handcuffed, she slowly lowered her hips, and I felt my cock slide into her pussy. She put her head back and moaned as she took my full length inside her, and began to move her hips up and down. I groaned as her tight walls hugged my cock and slid up and down the shaft.

As she rode my cock I ran my fingertips down her back and into her ass crack, and she shuddered as I pressed the tip of my index finger into her tight asshole.

"Oh, God, yes, baby...put it in...put it in all the way..." she moaned.

I began to push my finger further into her ass with every stroke, until I was putting the first two joints of my finger up her ass every time she lowered herself onto my cock.

As she pumped herself up and down faster and faster, her moans became louder and more desperate. Her walls grew tighter, and I felt the cum rising again in my cock. Finally, when I sensed her reaching for release, I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back and at the same time shoved my finger all the way up her ass.

She screamed shrilly and slammed her pussy frantically up and down on my cock. I felt her pussy and asshole spasm simultaneously, clamping down on my cock--and on the finger I had up her ass. At the same time I yelled as I felt myself come a second time, spraying hot cum inside her.

EIGHT

After what felt like an eternity, she collapsed against me, her breath hot and moist on my neck and her tits, warm and wet with her sweat, crushed against my chest. She shivered as I slowly pulled my finger from her ass. I reached down to her hands and released the cuffs from around her wrists, and ran my hands gently up and down her back. She slowly raised her hips, and gasped as my cock popped out of her dripping pussy.

She collapsed back onto my lap, put her face on my shoulder, and showered my neck with soft, quick kisses.

After several minutes she raised her head so that I was looking into her dark brown eyes. She gazed at me briefly, and finally spoke in a soft voice.

"Can we just...stay like this for a while, lover? Please?"

I smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose. "As long as you like, baby."