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Restoring The Smallest Clockwork

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Obey

He was the first person I saw when I walked into the party. It had been over five years since I’d seen him last, but when he touched my hand one word ran through my head: obey.

I instinctively thrust my left hand behind my back as I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. We talked for almost an hour and I almost didn’t notice the first time he commanded me.  It was mundane and simple, but when he told me to show him my bracelet I didn’t hesitate.  Ten minutes later he leaned in and whispered to me.

“Make me another drink.”

His words ran straight from my ears to my clit and I got up immediately.  I was completely focused as I walked to the kitchen and for four minutes nothing seemed more important than making the perfect gin and tonic.

There were a few other simple commands until he knew I was not only willing, but unable to say no.  When he told me to walk to the back bedroom and kneel by the bed I simply nodded and did as I was told.

It seemed like hours until I heard the door close and lock behind me.  He circled me twice and I was terrified that he wouldn’t like the look of me.  Had I gotten too old?  Were my clothes unappealing?  When he finally stood in front of me it took a force of will to not reach up and open his jeans before he asked.  When he finally gave the command my fingers were shaking.

I placed my hands back in my lap (like a good girl, I thought) and looked up into his eyes.  I opened my mouth and leaned in, taking him slowly between my lips and running my tongue over his perfect cock.  My wedding ring felt heavy on my finger and as I took him deep into my mouth and throat I gently pulled off the ring and slid it into my pocket.

For two minutes I didn’t think he’d noticed.  After twenty minutes of using my mouth I was positive he had.  The command came quickly and without warning.

“Stand, turn, and put your hands on the frame of the bed.”

I did as I was told and moments later felt the cool air of the room against my bare skin as he slid my clothes down to the floor.  I could feel his cock pressed against me and I closed my eyes as I waited for him.

“How long have you been married?”

I clenched my teeth and my eyes as I let out a whimper.  He was pressing into me, first with his fingers, and then the head of his cock and I tried to speak.

“Three years,” I finally said.

It felt like an eternity waiting for him, but when he finally slid inside me I came.  Just like that.  I screamed and moaned and thrust my hips back against him and he fucked me harder than I thought possible.   When he was ready to cum he had me turn and kneel in front of him.  He pulled my shirt down and had me beg for him.  I looked ridiculous kneeling there on the floor, and I begged and begged until he covered my breasts and chin.

I stayed there on the floor as he buttoned his pants and washed his face in the bathroom.  I didn’t move a muscle as he sat on the bed and tied his shoes and I simply closed my eyes when he leaned over and kissed me long and hard.  He dressed me himself, taking care with everything.  He was tender and gentle and I was pained and releived that it was all over.

As we walked back to the party he took me by the hand and kissed it gently. Just before we got swallowed by the crowd he whispered to me again.

“In exactly one hour, I expect you to be back in the bedroom wearing nothing but your heels.  Leave the door unlocked.”

–Guy New York

Don't Make A Sound

I leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you. Don’t make a sound.”

She twisted in the cool water, but didn’t turn around as I pushed her bikini bottoms to one side. She was resting her arms on the edge of the pool looking up, and she arched back just before I slid into her. It took long minutes of rubbing against her cunt before I got all the way inside, and it was glorious agony as I struggled not to look conspicuous. When I was finally there she lowered her head and I could tell she wanted to say something.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, pushing deeper inside her as all around us the other’s kept drinking and laughing. Most people had lost at least part of their bathing suits, but the party had yet to disintegrate into anything more than an excuse to drink beer in cans. The harder I fucked her the more she wanted to talk, until she was biting her lip and pushing back onto me.

“What is it?” I finally grumbled, just about ready to come.

“Who is this?” she finally blurted out. I pressed my lips against the back of her neck and I didn’t stop coming for weeks.

    Guy New York

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