Tara S Contract Ch 02 Fri Night

Eric reaches down and pulls Tara up to standing, engulfing her in a strong embrace accompanied by one more passionate kiss. He holds her there for a long minute, remembering his plans for the rest of the 24-hour contract, and coming up with some new ideas as well.

Eric reluctantly pulls apart to say, "That was amazing, honey! How are you feeling? I didn't push you too far, did I?"

Tara blushes and replies, "No, you were fine, sweetheart. Wonderful, even. It was a little.. intense, but that's what I need."

Eric beams at her. "I'm glad to hear it. So.. you want to keep going?"

Tara blinks in surprise. "Of course! You still have more than 23 hours left! I'm not gonna quit after the first thing!"

"Good. Then strip."

"Right here?" she replies nervously, with a glance at the narrow window just behind her.

Eric raises an eyebrow. "What's Lilly's phone number?" He reaches for his phone. Of course, he has Lilly's number, it just felt like the appropriately dramatic thing to say.

"No, wait! I didn't say no! I.. I was just surprised, is all." Tara steels herself and pulls her sun dress over her head, revealing simple utilitarian panties and a mismatched comfortable bra. Eric drinks in her bare skin with his eyes, scanning every detail from bottom to top. Tara drops the dress to the floor and briefly hesitates as if hoping Eric would be satisfied with the partial nudity, but she is not surprised when Eric patiently waits for her to continue. She reaches behind herself and shortly her bra falls forward, revealing medium-sized breasts, just starting to sag. Finally, Tara hooks her thumbs in her waistband and bends down to push her panties to the floor, taking two miniature steps forward to leave behind the last of her clothing. Her hands drift self-consciously to hide her nakedness, but before Eric reacts she pauses as if in consideration and forces her arms to hang stiffly at her sides.

Eric's smile splits his face as he stares at Tara's naked body. He gazes in amazement at her freshly shaven pussy - a sight he has never seen in person on any woman. Every fold and crease in her pubic region is proudly displayed, for better or for worse, and Eric feels like he is connecting with Tara and her body at a more personal, raw, and real level.

He stares so long that Tara starts to get antsy. Eventually, her fidgeting snaps Eric out of his trance. "Go put on your cute pink apron and make us some dinner." Tara nods curtly and rushes to comply. Whether she is anxious to be away from the front-facing windows, eager to put on new clothing, scant as it will be, or simply hungry, Eric can only guess.

Eric lets Tara get to work in the kitchen in peace, for the moment. Meanwhile, he retrieves his newly purchased items from the car and brings them to the master bedroom, where he strips down to his boxers in solidarity. By the time he enters the kitchen Tara is bustling away, stirring something on the stove.

Eric observes silently, hyper-aware of his cock growing harder. From behind, Tara's apron barely perturbs her nakedness - in fact it is more like her pristine back and butt are adorned with the bright pink decorative frames, straps, and bows for Eric's enjoyment. Every move Tara makes to add ingredients, stir, and taste the simmering meal jiggles her perky butt in the most naturally delightful ways, and Eric is loath to disrupt the scene. However, his cock is now rock hard, and it has other plans.

Eric stalks forward silently, carefully reaches between Tara's legs, and clamps her pussy from below. Tara gasps and gives a little jump of surprise, but ultimately shimmies her feet out to the sides to give him better access. Eric wiggles a finger into the folds of her labia and he almost gasps as well in reaction to feeling how wet she is. They almost always use lube when they have sex, but right now it feels like Tara is so wet that she could take him in one thrust! In fact...

Eric pushes down his boxers, grabs his attentive cock, and positions himself directly behind Tara. He grabs her hip and pushes to encourage her pelvis to tilt to a more workable angle as he fishes between her legs with his long rod. He wiggles it side to side while applying upward pressure, quickly lodging his member between her labia and almost making a splash as he infiltrates the wet zone within. Fishing some more, he finally senses her vaginal opening and takes aim. Eric trusts his cock to balance precariously on the precipice as he relocates his right hand to her other hip, seeking a firm grip. And without further ado, he thrusts.

No, "thrust" would be an understatement. He shoves, propels, slams his engorged cock deep inside her with such force that her heels lift off the ground before she bounces back down onto his firm length. The plunge draws not just a gasp, but also a "Oh, God, Eric!" from Tara as she immediately loses concentration on meal preparation and is totally absorbed in the memory of that penetration, as well as the ongoing sensation of fullness radiating from her loins.

Eric withdraws slowly, then slams back in with only slightly less enthusiasm. He repeats the pattern, establishing a rhythm of thrusting an order of magnitude more forceful than their typical sexual engagements of late. The repeated penetrations are so jarring that Tara's spatula clatters to the floor as she plants both palms on the kitchen counter to maintain balance. Not only are Eric's thrusts jostling her around, but she is so mentally occupied that her basic function of balance is compromised.

The rough banging continues for a minute, and all too soon Eric has to make a choice. His balls are about to explode, despite having done so maybe fifteen minutes ago - such was the buildup from a week's unnoticed abstinence plus a Long day of being on-edge. But is this the moment? Eric supposes he has a limited number of ejaculations available for these 24 hours, and he has so many plans... But the velvety embrace of Tara's needy pussy engulfing him, the sickly but strangely alluring squelch of her abundant juices accompanying each powerful thrust, and the puddle of moisture accumulating on the floor...

Eric launches himself backwards to assert dominance over his overwhelming instinct to cum deep inside of Tara, right here, right NOW! He stumbles back until he leans heavily against the wall on the opposite side of the kitchen. Both master and slave breathe deeply in brief exhaustion.

Tara is the first to recover, stirred into action by the smell of burning stir-fry. She curses and lifts the pan from the stove, frantically seeking a platter to dump the ruined food onto.

Eric leaves her to deal with dinner as he runs upstairs to retrieve the first new acquisition to come into play. He sits nonchalantly in his boxers at his traditional seat at the dining room table. Shortly, Tara rounds the corner carrying a pair of plates that don't smell particularly appetizing. Fortunately, she more than makes up for that with the glimpses of her curvaceous body - exposed cleavage, side boob, hip, and booty - peeking out from the edges of her pretty apron. She grimaces apologetically and says, "Sorry, babe, I guess I was a little distracted."

Tara sets a plate down in front of Eric. She begins to giggle softly, which causes Eric to huff in laughter; she cracks up, and little by little they are both doubled over in laughter. The tension of the completely unfamiliar situation fades away as they share a moment of comical reprieve from the sensual evening. It lasts more than a minute before their uncontrolled outburst of humor dies down, and Tara wipes tears of laughter from her eyes as she brings her own plate to her position at the table.

She stops short when she sees the girthy pink dildo on her chair, suctioned to the seat so that it points straight up. Tara gives Eric a questioning look.

"Sit on that while you eat," Eric says nonchalantly. Tara tenses a bit, but sets her plate gently before her seat and carefully straddles the dildo, easing it into her pussy. With how wet she was just a few moments ago, Eric is sure that the gentle insertion is completely unnecessary, but he did not ask for any particular speed. As the weight of Tara's body bears down on the seat, she gives a quiet moan from the dildo settling inside her, filling her vagina pleasantly.

The two of them begin eating, picking through the substantially burned meal to find edible morsels. After a couple of bites, Eric commands, "Play with yourself. I want you to have a hand between your legs for the rest of dinner." Tara's fork abruptly halts halfway to her mouth, and after freezing there for a moment, she sets her fork down. "Play with myself?" Tara thinks to herself, her mind reeling. To her, it was one thing to have things done to her while she passively consented, and another thing to be a willing participant in actively pleasuring her husband. She was mentally prepared to make those leaps. But pleasuring herself, sitting on a dildo at the dinner table while wearing practically nothing, while he just sits there watching? Tara stares at him, frozen in place.

After waiting patiently for a minute, Eric concludes that Tara is not going to proceed without further stimulus. He grabs his phone and opens Lilly's contact info. He turns the screen to Tara, giving her a chance to comply before he proceeds. However, Tara's eyes just flick briefly to the phone before returning to Eric, wielding a look that is somewhere between absent and pleading.

Eric takes a deep breath and lets it out in a form that is somewhat less than a sigh. He presses the dial button, then sets the phone to speaker mode. A few rings later, Lilly's voice can be heard. "Hiiiii Eric, I hope you're calling to thank me for helping get you guys set up tonight, and not because Tara is ALREADY flaking!"

"Well, thank you, for sure! But I'm afraid I have bad news for you. I'm on speakerphone - Tara is here too."

"Seriously, Tara? It's barely been over an hour, and you need me to threaten you?" Lilly's subsequent sigh is audible over the phone. "Or is mister master-for-a-day pushing our boundaries too far? All right, tell me what's happening."

Eric looks at Tara expectantly, so she explains. "He.. he wants me to touch myself. To masturbate. At the kitchen table."

"That's it?"

"I... I'm wearing an apron. Only an apron."

"... Is THAT it?"

"Well, I'm.. I'm sitting on a.. a thick dildo right now..." Tara's cheeks flush noticeably.

Another sigh from the phone. "All right, let me see." Eric hears a sound that might be the rustling of paper come through. He and Tara are patient for a moment as Tara reviews the contract. "Girl, I've got nothin'. If this was a real case, I wouldn't even try to smooth talk your way out of this. The closest thing I can even find, which - mind you - is not close AT ALL, is the bit about how you shall not be required to inflict lasting harm upon yourself. Need I go on?"

Tara hesitates long enough that Eric isn't sure she is even going to respond. He supplies, "Go on."

"Tara, if you reject this request, I would have to execute one of the more extreme consequences for you. I'm gonna say... four JUICY pictures - hmm, let's see, how about this one with the handcuffs.. the close-up of your pussy.. the one where you are pulling your nipples way to the side, and..... the sun dress flash outside your front door." Eric's eyes go wide - none of those pictures were in the collage he had enjoyed this morning. How many lewd pictures of Tara does Lilly have? "Based on the severity of the refusal AND how freaking EARLY it is in the 24-hour period - fortunately for you, it is your first infraction, so that helps - I'm going to say that I would post those pics to Reddit. Keep in mind that three of them show a decent amount of your face."

Tara's face contorts in pained indecision. After a moment of silence, Lilly adds, "Tara, come on. This is ridiculous."

"Yeah, okay. Don't post the pics. I'll.. I'll do it." Tara hangs up and deliberately avoids Eric's gaze as her left hand slides under her apron as if trying to be sneaky. Eric feigns nonchalance and takes a bite of the lackluster dinner, but out of the corner of his eye he tracks Tara's leg as it splays out to the side to give her hand more space. Eric takes another bite, and so does Tara. She gives off little moans which seem to be pretending they are in response to the meal, but Eric knows firsthand that the meal is not worthy of moans. Careful not to spook her, Eric casually looks over at Tara.

If he didn't know she was sitting on a dildo, he would think she was sitting too straight and too far forward on her chair. Her back is slightly arched and her pelvis is tilting back and forth ever so slightly as the bottom of her apron rustles from the hidden activity between her legs. Her face attempts a facade of normality - just a suburban housewife eating dinner - but the flush in her cheeks and her periodic sharp intakes of air tell a different story.

Eric puts down his fork and reaches behind Tara. His fingers find a loose end of the apron string and he pulls to release the knot. Tara tenses a bit, but the reaction is quickly lost in her subdued reactions of pleasure. Eric pulls the apron over her head, leaving Tara completely nude on the chair. He watches her fingers dance on and around her clit and notices the glistening puddle surrounding the base of the dildo.

"Use your other hand to play with your boob." Her hand slowly drifts up to her chest and she complies, massaging the sides of her breast in a squeezing motion and occasionally giving her nipple a pinch or a flick. Her moans emerge with less reservation as she accepts her naughty behavior and allows herself to enjoy it.

Eric turns his chair towards hers, his burnt meal forgotten, and joins the fray. He captures her unoccupied boob with one hand while his other hand glides up and down her back, his fingers like feathers tickling her smooth skin. He leans in close to her ear and says, "Cum for me, sweetheart." After Eric's lips deliver the message, they descend upon her neck, kissing and nibbling to add even more sensation to Tara's experience.

Tara is all too eager to comply, or at least to try. She, too, has been horny for this night all day - all week, even. The prolonged teasing and the rough fucking she received just a bit ago are fresh in her memory as she bucks her hips wildly atop the dildo. Her legs stretch far to the sides of her chair, and she stiffens her fingers while twitching her whole hand at the wrist - turning her fingertips into a natural vibrator. Eric ramps up the intensity of his ministrations as well, pinching her nipple at varying pressures and reaching down to squeeze her butt as well.

"Ah, Ah, AH, AAH! AAHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Tara stiffens like a board, the hand between her legs the only part of her that continues to move as the orgasm runs its course. Eric holds her tightly through the event, enjoying the contact of her hot skin while her mind is elsewhere.

Tara collapses into Eric's arms and breathes heavily for a long couple of minutes. He strokes her shoulder and waist with small, light movements as her racing heart calms.

"Wow, that seemed pretty intense, baby," Eric cooed.

"Mmm. Hmm." Her lethargic response is barely audible, as if she is nearly asleep propped up against him.

"Come on, I'm not done with you yet for tonight." Eric shakes her out of her sleepy trance and pulls her to standing, the dildo popping out of her vagina with a wet slide and a comical wobble as it remains suctioned to the chair. "Go put on some lingerie."

"What would you like?"

"Surprise me. I want you to pick." Eric is curious if being in this situation will drive her to pick something that she normally wouldn't. Not that they have an extensive collection, but there are a few items which feel more risqué than others, even for private engagements.

Some time later, Tara finds Eric in the living room and shyly presents herself, unsure how he wants this to go. Eric, sitting on the couch, greedily eyes her decorated body. She is wearing a two-piece set, beautiful dark blue silk covering her most private areas while a thin lace fringe reveals teasing hints of cleavage, thigh, and stomach. Eric is momentarily frozen with a dopey grin on his face. This is not the most adventurous outfit she has, but it is a welcome departure from her usual teddies and nightgowns.

Eric waves to the table next to her. "Put that in. You may do so privately if you wish." Tara follows his gesture to find a small to medium-sized metal butt plug with a cute purple gem on the end laying on the table, accompanied by a small bottle of lube. She takes it and retreats to the bathroom.

Eric is beginning to get concerned about the amount of time Tara is taking when once again she rounds the corner, this time striding all the way to him and striking a bit of a pose. He can tell that her confidence is forced, but he is proud of her effort and certainly won't complain about the view. He scoots forward and wraps his arms around her midsection, pulling her naked stomach into his face. Eric's hands wander, exploring the tantalizing textures at the border between lingerie and skin, as his lips caress her smooth stomach. A hand wanders over the blue silk covering her cheeks and sneaks down between her legs. A finger discovers a hard spot, woefully out of place in this smooth and silky landscape, and it presses. Tara gasps lightly as the plug gently pulses into her ass to accompany the other sensations all over her torso and rear.

Eric releases his hold and invites Tara to sit next to him. He turns on the TV, revealing that he had set it to the beginning of what was obviously a porn video. Tara blushes immediately - she does not watch porn at all, and the title "Busty Chick Gets Pounded In Pussy And Ass" sounds so obscene to her. Eric hands her the controller. "Play the video."

Tara allows herself a long moment of hesitation. Eric waits patiently. He cannot imagine that watching porn is going to be her line in the sand. It isn't that big of a deal, she just needs to get used to the idea. Break some deeply ingrained conditioning from her teenage years. No need to rush that.

Sure enough, Tara's thumb moves as if of its own accord and she presses the button. The scene jumps to life - nothing too steamy yet, for now just the preamble which will shortly escalate well beyond reason, as porn does.

After allowing another minute for any shock of the decision to settle down, Eric drapes an arm over Tara's shoulder and pulls her into him. His hands massage and grope her as they both watch the film. He gently grabs Tara's wrist and relocates her hand to rest on the inside of his thigh, the back of her hand leaning against the bulge in his boxers. She takes the hint and begins reciprocating the massage, absently at first. After a while she gets into it more and more until she is blatantly teasing his cock through the fabric, swirling a fingertip or two in little spirals up to the head of his cock and back down the shaft over and over again.

As the porn escalates, so does Eric. He had picked a longer video with plenty of time spent at each phase of the progression, so by the time the male actor was getting ready to stick his cock in his counterpart's pussy, Eric and Tara had teased each other into quite the hot mess. Eric abruptly disengaged from Tara, almost scrambling to remove his boxers.

"Sit on me," he commands, patting his thigh awfully close to his raging cock for emphasis. Tara smiles at him almost wickedly, her libido rising to the occasion. With Eric's guiding hands helping to position her exactly the way he wants her, she faces the TV, steps over his legs, and bends forward, pushing her hips back towards him. Eric pulls his cock upright and pulls her panties to the side, giving way for him to slide right up into her glistening slit. Eric's gentle pat tells Tara to descend, and she does so slowly and deliberately, delivering a long moan as his girth fills her up.