Katie sat in front of her computer nervously biting her lower lip. She re-read the short email message she had written once again. Her hand hovered over the mouse, the small arrow on the screen sitting over the send button. She took a deep breath, and squeezing her eyes shut, she clicked the mouse, sending the message.
She couldn't believe she had done it. Carl was going out of town for a few days and she was inviting the stranger back. Back to fuck her ass again. She couldn't help herself, she rationalized. Ever since he had taken her, it was all she could think about.
She had talked her boyfriend Carl into trying anal sex, but he thought it was kinky and weird and didn't really like it. Hoping that it would help ease her desire, she had bought some toys, but they only made her crave a real cock even more. So, when Carl had announced that his company was sending him out of town for a few days, she knew, deep inside that she would invite the stranger back.
She sat staring at her computer, waiting for an answer. Shaking her head, knowing that he may not even respond today, she turned to the anniversary party she had just been hired to do and tried to immerse herself in work. However, each time the small bell would sound indicating that she had a message her heart would jump into her throat and her fingers would tremble as she opened the message.
She was finally managing to relax and concentrate on her work when a message arrived with the single word "instructions" in the subject line. She knew immediately that it was from him. With her heart hammering in her chest she opened it. It was, indeed, a list of instructions, from him. She sucked in a shaky breath as she read them. By the time she got to the end, her pussy was soaked.
It was late Wednesday afternoon and Carl was finishing up his packing. "What will you do while I'm gone?" he asked, snapping the lid shut.
"Oh, I've got a few parties to do and possibly a wedding coming up, so I'll keep busy," she replied, handing him his carry on bag. Her pulse quickened just thinking about what she would be doing while he was gone.
He gave her a quick kiss at the door. "I'll call you when I get there," he said, before heading down the hall to the elevator.
She slowly wandered back to her office. He was coming tonight and she was full of nervous energy. She paced about the apartment, trying to calm down, trying to think of something to pass the hours. Work, she forced herself to think, concentrate and do some work. She sat down at her computer and again opened his email, reading the list of instructions yet again, before turning to her work.
The time crawled by slowly, until his arrival was only a couple of hours away. She put her work aside and went into the bathroom to bathe. She carefully shaved her legs and as per his instructions, she also shaved her pussy. Carl was going to freak when he saw it, declaring it weird and kinky but she didn't care. When she was done, she stared at herself in the mirror, entranced by her bald mound. She ran her fingers over the silky smooth lips and smiled. She glanced at the clock before turning into her bedroom.
She opened the drawer of her bedside table where she had her anal toys hidden. She had known that Carl wouldn't approve, so she hadn't told him about them. She pulled out the one she wanted and knelt on the bed, spreading her legs. She squirted some lube on her ass and positioned the butt plug at her anal entrance. He had instructed that she use a large one which had required another trip to the sex store. She hadn't tried it yet and, nervous about the size, took a deep breath and slowly pushed, feeling the tip press inside.
Her pussy surged with wetness and breathing deeply she continued pushing, wincing slightly at the pain, but also enjoying it. She gasped as it spread her wider and wider and then finally it was in. She wiggled it a little, loving the mingling sensations of pleasure and pain. He had instructed that she wear it for an hour prior to his arrival. She remained kneeling on the bed, her thighs quivering, her pussy juices dribbling down her thigh, aching to touch herself. Her orgasm was a hair's breadth away, but he had specifically instructed that she not masturbate.
She sat up, feeling the plug push deeper into her ass and sighed deeply, resisting the temptation to grind her butt against the bed. Standing, she crossed to her dresser, pulling out the package of fine mesh fishnet stay up stockings she had bought for tonight. Slowly, she pulled them up her legs, settling the bands around her thighs. Next, she slid the four inch heel red stilettos onto her feet.
Her hair was loose, the rich brown locks rippling down her back. She checked her appearance in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. Her boobs were full, high and firm, her stomach flat and her ass was round and firm.
Glancing at the clock, she agonized over how she was going to spend the next forty minutes. Placing a towel over her office chair, she logged onto a porn site she had recently discovered and watched videos, read stories and even chatted with other members about anal sex until it almost time for him to arrive.
With ten minutes to go she moved around the apartment turning off all the lights before she lay on the bed. Following another of his instructions, she tied a scarf over her eyes before assuming the position he had found her in last time, on her stomach, legs spread wide. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her breaths shaky as she waited. Her nerves were on edge and she tensed at every sound.
Finally, there it was, the lock turning. Her ears strained to hear the door opening and then closing. When she didn't hear anything for a couple of minutes she was beginning to think she had imagined it until she heard quiet footsteps approaching the bedroom.
She began to tremble as she heard the steps cross the threshold and stop at the foot of the bed. Her pussy was soaked and she could actually smell her arousal in the air His touch on her ankle caused her to gasp as he secured it to the bedpost, first one and then the other. The sound of clothing rustling and hitting the floor came to her ears as her visitor undressed.
She held her breath when he knelt between her wide spread thighs and gripped her wrists, tying them together. The breath rushed through her lips as his hands began to caress and squeeze her ass. Her back arched and a cry escaped her lips as the orgasm she had been balancing on the edge of all night finally erupted, crashing through her, giving her a brief but sweet release.
She heard him chuckle behind her. "Good evening, Miss Katie," he said in low, smooth voice, rounded out with a cultured British accent.
