It was a hot and sticky night, she was overheated and slick with water. Anna had just gotten out of the shower after a wild afternoon playing in the garden. As bead of water from her long wet hair slowly caressed the soft curve of her breast, she shivered with anticipation... Her Master was coming over tonight. Pacing the house after washing off the sweaty dirt off her body after a day spent fitfully weeding her garden, and fingering her now voracious pussy, Anna was well scrubbed, and already getting wet again. Brimming with nervous energy, with nothing to do as the next 5 hours slowly stretch until HE was here. She said His name aloud to herself, recieving a fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach along with a fresh wave of arousal. Anna never thought she would find anyone to make her feel this beautiful, she could now believe what everyone had exclaimed throughout her life. With her American Indian and Italian heritage, Anna was pure unconsious sex appeal wrapped in a veluptuous female package. Many times Anna heard people tell her she looked almost too with her wide and guileless sparkling green eyes, framed by long thick upswept eyelashs. She plucked her eyebrows with precision weekly to make her eyes appear wider.
Anna sighed in frustration tossing the TV remote control down on the table, 90 channels and nothing was on television, she wasnt interested in sitting all night on the computer, so she locked the doors, opened the windows in the house, and grabbed a glass of wine, her cigarettes, and a book to go outside and read a bit.
Scantily clad in very minimal clothing using just enough material to cover her torso and naked loins, she moved out to the patio to get at least some relief from the thick humid late evening air. Even with the 8 foot privacy fence surrounding the house and grounds, she felt too vulnerable if she was completely nude, so she wore as little as possible. She crossed over to the last beam of sunlight shining on the deck, placed her glass and book on the table. Taking a cigarette out of the pack, quickly lights it and draws in the smoke, breathing deeply, and expelling the smoke from her lungs in a long sigh as a cool breeze caresses her body.
Standing facing the sun, soaking in the last rays of sun for the day, Anna felt an inner peace, an acceptance and flood of warmth between her legs. God! She was horny... even more now than when she had met Lloyd St. Clair. Back then Anna could go days or weeks without touching herself, but then again she had never been so happy a day in her life before Lloyd appeared in her office.
Anna finished her cigarette and planted it in the terra cotta planter by the door, licked her full berry red lips and hugged herself tight, walked over and turned on the patio light so she could read as she passed the time until Master was due to arrive.
Sitting there in a tank top and short flimsy skirt, a cool refreshing breeze lifted the hem of her skirt and flipped it up above her navel. Anna giggled with the unexpected thrill, breathed a sigh, and slowly reached to arrange her clothing, becomming mesmerized by the sight of her newly shaved pubis... distracted with thoughts of how that pussy got to be so abruptly naked.
Feeling deliciously naughty, Anna opened her legs, placed her feet on the floor on each side of her lounge chair, then reached down to see if it was as smooth as it looked for the hundreth time that night. Running her fingers over the sensitive skin, little sparks of recognition and rememberance skitter over the flesh to find a home in the very center of her newly awakened hunger for sex.
Since meeting her Owner, she has had trouble dealing with being as highly sexed as she was these days. Anna for the first time felt completely alive and ready to take anything life threw at her as long as she could feel this way forever. Just the mere thought of hearing His voice would send her into proxims of pleasure. Her breasts would plump with the anticipation of His touch, and her pussy would engorge and prepare itself for His invasion. Her bottom would tingle where He would spank it. Anna just couldnt help the urge to play to completion despite being ordered not to... she just didnt have the self control.
These newly aroused feelings had her in such a warm daze that she decided to indulge her urge to play for the umteenth time. His parting instructions to her was to play as often as she felt the need, with the punch line of not being able to cum unless expressly directed to by Him, and to tell Him her most secret dark fantacy... for the freedom to touch herself she agreed, having no intention of following the no cumming rule.
Continuing to run her fingers lightly up and down her now engorged pussy lips, she feels the early lubrication and spread it around getting hornier by the moment... running her fingernails up and down her inner thighs, and pinching her tingling nipples before lightly caressing the pouty wet lips and while gently grazing her aching clit she tickled the now freely flowing wet hole relishing the complete soft smooth pussy lips. Anna's dreaming mouth fell open in an aroused pout, her tongue snaked out to moisten her full lips, a moan of pleasure escapes her when she begins panting and tries to hold back and stop when she had to. The stopping and starting was driving her crazy, Anna could no longer think so she gave in to her body, closed her eyes and dropped herself into her favorite fantacy, oblivious to the Man standing in the kitchen gazing avidly at her wildly tossing hair, heaving chest, and caressing the bulge in his pants as his eyes devoured her with a hunger that was almost physical.
CHAPTER 2
Harris was entranced.
His eyes were playing tricks with his senses, he swore he could almost feel the heat radiating off her body as she worked at herself, driving that hungry pussy insane with her imaginings and busy, frenzied fingers. He licked his lips and with a soft moan, released his member stroking the aching tool, lightly caressing to prolong the sweet agony of being rock hard with no warm wet hole to satisfy its craving.
While leaning on the far kitchen cabinet, and gently stroking and squeezing his cock, he watched the beautiful woman play, and remembered his day "bird watching".
Earlier that day, Harris got the call telling him the job was a go, and recieved the address of his target. He decided to do a drive by reconnoiter. There were few houses this far out in the sticks, about a mile or so between houses where the target lived. Falling back on his hard won instinct and survival skills, Harris decided to check out the lay of the land and see where there were bolt holes should one become necessary. The house was at a cross roads, not much traffic but enough so one car doing something unusual was ignored.
As Harris drove by, a tall, slim, almost nude figure caught his attention. She was working in the front garden of her house, bending over at the waist accentuating her long shaply curved legs were 3 inch platforms that lifted her bottom. Her legs were exposed up to the curve of her ass cheek, so catching a glimpse of pink inner thigh...
"Man oh Man did I hit the jackpot here... oh this is one hot fucking bitch... thank you God!" Harris exclaimed to himself after confirming the address.
This was the joint.
The target was gently swaying with the sounds of cicadas and crickets, you could tell the exposed way she was standing was embarassing her, and turning her on... warming that pussy well for her session that evening with The Master.
With her free hand she was caressing her pussy through her cut-offs. Gently sliding her finger under the small scrap of material covering the sweet snatch, knees almost buckling with the erotic thrill of being this naughty outdoors. Standing up, she stretched with a dancers grace and placed her feet shoulder width apart.
"This is a girl that is turned on beyond belief, and begging for abuse... I bet if I went over there and grabbed her ass she would let Me." Harris thought to himself, getting uncomfortably hard and unwilling to release the tension until he absolutely had to. Trying not to squirm, he focused his attention fully on his target to learn her bodies responses to stimulation.
When Anna took off her top, her fully aroused breasts sprang free, gently bouncing back and forth. Her nipples responded nicely to being freed, they stood up about half an inch from the dark pink areola, and sent a shiver of excitement down to her already wet and begging pussy. Anna forgot where she was, and the threat of someone driving by while she played, she took her dirty hand and caressed her full gently curving breasts, leaving mud and dirt streaks all over her dusky skin. She pinched and rolled her thick rubbery nipples between her tightly gripped thumb and forefinger sending electric shocks and shivers down her spine and her legs grew weak. She was feeling like pure sex, and though her fogged brain recognised the danger of being naked in the front yard, Anna just didnt care anymore, she was so consumed with the need to orgasm that she was not capable of rational thought anymore.
A gaspy moan escaped and she collapsed to her knees.
Harris was parked where he could see her clearly, got out his long range glasses, sat and watched her work, and play all afternoon dreaming of the ways he could abuse and use that gorgious body.
Toward late afternoon the target fell asleep after she drove her pussy into an orgasmic frenzy. Exausted, she fell into a deep sated slumber, handing Harris the perfect opportunity to have a poke about the house to see what goodies it posessed for later tonight.
He was going to seriously enjoy this, and may even decide to keep this one if she proved to be as horny as she seemed. Taking a quick look around, he found her house to be well cared for, wall to wall carpeting so footsteps werent a problem, and a simple layout with plenty of hiding places for a couple of guys bent on no good.
Leaving quickly, not knowing how long she would sleep, he came out of the house and saw her getting up and dusting herself off. Remaining nude, she got up and started comming toward the house, with the way she was holding her shorts and top, she appeared to be heading for the shower.
Although sorely tempted to watch this vulnerable and trusting bitch in the shower, his belly complained rather loudly. With a sigh, he hid until she was out of sight, and he could hear the shower running. Walking out of the house like he belonged there, he returned to his car and drove off in search of a shower for himself and more importantly dinner to fuel his imagination with thoughts of her.
Harris returned to the targets house after getting a spare key made at the local hardware store, found it empty and used the key he was given to enter and find a place to hide himself until time to begin this evenings entertainment.
CHAPTER 3
Deep throaty lustfull moans drew Harris out of his reverie. His eyes were drawn to the writhing figure on the patio deck in front of him. The patio light was on and the house was darker than it was outside, so he ventured closer to watch her as she climaxed... God so beautiful and unrestrained... Harris felt his mouth go dry with a lust so powerful he almost spilled right there, at that moment wishing he was the owner of this most exciting creature.
While she drowsed on the lounge chair, Harris left his cock out and released his balls to the open air. His package was gently swaying with the natural grace of his body as he quietly stalked through the house to the garage.
