'
Home in 30. Expectations to follow
.'
Cassie read the text as she dumped her stuff on the kitchen bench. Only just home from work, feeling tired, physically from being on her feet all day and mentally from having too many calls on her time from customers, management, staff. The demands on her at work were never ending.
On the bus, she had thought only of collapsing on the couch, feet up, maybe something on the TV and mind-calming crocheting.
Now though, with a clear instruction before her and no 'noise' of people and things, her heart raced and her knickers dampened in seconds. This too was escape. Escape from being responsible, from making decisions every minute of the day, from being asked to solve other people's problems. Mental release. Physical too, she fully expected.
A second text arrived with a 'ping'. Cassie's mind whirred as she walked over to the kitchen island bench. Yesterday, Monday, he had asked her to be at the top of the stairs that climbed up from the front door to the living area of the two-storey house. Not so much asked really, instructed, and to be wearing nothing on her lower half. And be seated with her thighs wide-spread.
Cassie had complied without demur. The five minutes notice had seemed to drag for an hour. She had been aching to her very core by the time he arrived home, aching and wet, very wet. He was pleased. And that meant she had been devoured, right there at the top of the stairs. Thighs lifted high and wide, cunt splayed to his examination. Licked, sucked and tongue fucked to orgasm more than once. And then, gloriously, fucked. From behind, hard and straight. The feel of his exploding spunk in her cunt had triggered one more fabulous release.
Cassie smiled at the memory of that and previous such commands from him.
*ping*, her phone reminded her of the new message.
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Front door, knickers, thigh-highs, heels. Oh, and a blindfold
.'
The front door was made of wood. Wood with a huge, full length glass panel in it. There was no need for privacy glass ordinarily as all that the panel revealed was the entryway and the stairway leading up.
Cassie's mind grappled with the cascade of her thoughts, of her emotional reactions to his command.
"Shit!" The word audibly escaped.
She would be virtually naked to anyone passing by on the road outside. Worse than naked. That could be passed off as a casual, unguarded moment perhaps. But in stockings, heels and knickers? That was never going to be anything other than sexual.
With the streak of fear however, ran a parallel twinge of arousal. She would be on display, breasts bared to anyone who happened to pass. What's more, she would never know who, if anyone, did see her, the blindfold would see to that. She knew that her mind would tell her she was being watched. Cassie's sex began to swell and moisten without conscious bidding.
Then she rushed to the bedroom, all thought of the draining day at work chased from her mind. Methodically she prepared herself. Stripped off her clothes, took a brief shower, smoothed moisturising crème into her skin and rolled a pair of sheer, dark, thigh-high stockings up her smooth legs. Cassie wasn't a great fan of high heels but, special occasions and all that. She found a plain black pair, not too extreme, slipped them on. Knickers. Now that was a choice, she had many. Lace? Full? Skimpy? She settled on sleek and stylish, not too slutty sexy, not frumpy. This pair were high cut with a broad band around the waist, and little below, thong back, enough to cover her neatly trimmed mons at the front. She knew he liked them.
As for the blindfold, Cassie knew exactly where that was.
With five minutes to go, she was at the front door, dressed as instructed. There was no question in her mind of turning away from the glass door, of standing to one side, seeking shadows. No, she knew what he expected. So, taking a deep breath, she stepped up to within a pace of the glass, facing straight out, overlooking the path up from the quiet side street. Daylight was fading. Cassie knew that anyone out there could see her all the same, a woman dressed to excite, displaying her feminine curves. She donned the blindfold. And waited.
Time expanded. A cat wailed. Birds called out. A clock ticked with deafening regularity.
Steps. From the left, it could be him. Closer and closer.
"Were they slowing? Had they passed by? Yes. Fuck! Had whoever they belonged to seen her?" Cassie's heightened senses raced, her breath came as shallow pants, her face, her neck, warmed, her nipples tightened, and she gushed a little between her tightly pressed thighs.
More footsteps. Steady, moving closer. Cassie held her breath, felt her pulse quicken once more. Again, that rush of both dread and thrill, wires zinging through her body. Her core tightening, strings pulled deep down, right into her sex.
Closer, closer. Then a key rasped in the lock, a rush of cool air.
"Good girl." His voice was low, approving, familiar. Welcome.
The sudden press of his thumb against her mouth shocked Cassie, she gasped. His dirty chuckle made her insides clench. He traced the shape of her slightly parted lips. So slowly, Cassie's body screamed inside her for more. For more contact, physical approval, enveloping safety.
His voice sounded again, close to her ear, "I wonder if Bruce from 28 saw you? I saw him look at the house. Lucky bugger."
Cassie could not stifle her moan of mortification and sexual thrill.
His hand trailed down from her face, skimming over her chin, her neck, tracing the line of a collar bone, down and around the outer curve of her left breast.
"So fucking sexy." His voice was a dark growl, dangerous with intent.
Cassie flinched as thumb and finger took a wide pinch of her left areola and nipple. Firm, twisting. The initial, sharp pain wired through her body, her sex flooded. Then release, another stab of pain followed by the deep, suffusing warmth of arousal.
Zach placed the flat of his left palm against Cassie's chest, just below her throat. Firmly he pressed her back and around against the wall. His right hand slid slowly down her flank, around her waist and down over the flare of her buttock. Cassie could hear his lust in his breathing, his mouth close to her ear. She could feel the radiated warmth of his body on her bared skin, the faintest brush of his clothing.
Zach used his lower leg to force Cassie's apart. His hand swept over Cassie's hip and decisively cupped between her thighs. Her excitement immediately obvious. Her engorged, slick flesh welcomed his middle fingers in.
"Oh Cassie, so very ready." Zach softly stroked between her lips as he spoke.
She could only respond with a guttural moan of desire.
With deliberation, Zach thrust three fingers up into Cassie's cunt and began to move them forward and back with rapidly rising vigour. The rush of sensation made Cassie gasp loudly. And then she was overwhelmed, the pent-up need bursting like a dam within her. Zach held her bodily against the wall as her legs gave way and her juices flowed freely down her thighs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Oh, oh god. Yesss"
Zach let Cassie slide to her knees. Instincts fought through a clouded mind and she fumbled, still unsighted, with his belt, buttons, zip. She dragged his trousers and briefs down, grasped his engorged cock and enveloped the darkening crown with her lips, tongue and inwards to the back of her throat. Zach leant forward, over her head, against the wall. He drank in the sight of her intent focus. The sounds of her eagerness filled the hallway, soft, half-choking noises as Cassie took him deep into her mouth gave impetus to his darkening lust.
His hand, wrapped around her short mane of hair, brought her readily to her feet. In a whirl, Cassie was again facing the glass door, hands flat against the cool pane, her arms and torso stretched forward, legs spread wide. She gasped as Zach's mouth and stubbled chin dragged across her swollen cunt. His tongue sweeping up from her clit, between pouting lips and over her puckered star.
Within moments, Cassie felt herself filled from behind, unable to utter any intelligible word. The only sounds that of air knocked from her lungs and an obscene squelch of hard cock thrusting full-length into her wet cunt.
After a brief pause, both searching for breath, Zach gripped Cassie's hips and fucked into her with scarcely controlled force. Her breasts, hanging heavily beneath, swung wildly, her buttocks rippled with each impact of Zach's pelvis. This was raw, animalistic rutting. Zach's grunts of effort matched Cassie's unintelligible utterances. It didn't last for long, at some point Cassie crashed into another climax, before Zach rammed himself one last time as far into her as possible.
They gasped and panted for as long as the fevered fucking had lasted.
"Gin. I need a gin and tonic."
"Yes, master." Cassie replied sassily.
"Do you think we should ask Bruce over?"
"Fuck off."
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Wednesday and Thursday brought further, differing delights.
On the Wednesday, Zach had Cassie await him, kneeling, head dipped, bare bottom raised, on the coffee table. The instrument of discipline of her choosing laid beside her. Cassie had caused him some mild irritation that day, utterly trivial but it set Zach's mind running. Inevitably, after receiving some attention from the crop she'd decided upon, Cassie had been thoroughly fucked. The smarting stings of the leather tip to her proffered derriere and jolting taps to her engorged vulva were drowned in the subsequent waves of orgasmic release.
Then, on the Thursday, an earlier finish to the day had brought Cassie the luxury of an all-body massage with scented oils. Outside, on the rear deck in the evening, western sun. She had lain herself down, naked out in the warm rays with scented candles lit, and bottles of ointments and potions. She had been fondled, squeezed, fingered. Her breasts, arse, and cunt all lovingly addressed. One orgasm had rolled into a next. She gave thanks with a long, slow blow-job, savouring every drop of Zach's eventual surrender to her talents.
On the Friday though, Zach was caught up at work, unexpected, urgent tasks bringing stress and distraction from all else. He simply had no mental space to think about an end of day treat or a devilish plan for their mutual ecstasy.
