He was watching - as was usual now at this time of night and her heart
began to pump in the wild and excited fashion that she had now come to
love so much. Julie stepped forward in front of the long mirror in her
bedroom and prepared herself. She positioned herself back from, and in
line with the window so as to give him the best possible view of her
body. From the next floor up his flat window looked directly down into
hers, into her bedroom and into the secret life that she now lived.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she began to unbutton her blouse,
slow and deliberate movements that would excite him more and would
prolong the thrill for herself as she undressed. Her pussy gripped in
delightful little spasms as the pounding excitement pushed her level
of arousal higher still. Julie peeled back the two halves of her
blouse to reveal the firm swell of her breasts pushed upward and
together by the small lacy black bra. She gave a little gasp as a
surge of sensation shot through her and she slipped the blouse off her
shoulders.
He was older than her, much older. Twenty-five years at least
separated them and she was only twenty two, but that was all part of
the thrill for her. An older man, probably starved of sex and lusting
for young and firm female flesh. A neighbour, one that she didn't know
other than by sight, a neighbour that she passed infrequently on the
stairs and who leered so secretively at her legs and body. He was a
stranger virtually and that fact made it all the more exciting for
her.
Julie cupped her breasts and weighed them, massaging them through the
stiff lacy cups of her bra, just as she had planned. She rested her
head back, delighting in the way she was offering herself before the
mirror - and for him. Never had she gone this far before, okay she had
posed and strutted whilst aware of his secret viewing but never had
she ever undressed with him watching.
The need to had been steadily growing however, day by day and during
the nights too. Stronger feelings so sexual and powerful so as to be
irresistible. That thumping thrill and need had built steadily to the
high that she now achieved from her displays. Tonight, she had
decided, she would go all the way. She would tease him mercilessly and
delight in the thrill and excitement of arousing him so. Julie slipped
her hands up her back, between her shoulder blades, to slip the catch
of her bra strap.
He wasn't bad looking really, if a little old for her. He was in fine
form and even with his silver hair he still held for her a sort of
attraction. That he was interested in her there could be no doubt, the
way he stopped and stared whenever they passed. Tingling electric
sensations buzzed through her whenever his eyes roamed her so
greedily, mentally undressing her and wondering what her shape was
like beneath the clothing that she wore. Julie had fantasised at
night, wondering if he imagined her sucking a cock or taking one up
inside her pussy. He probably wondered whether she liked it on all
fours - doggy fashion, base and crude but so very horny. Did she play
with herself; did she like it up her backside? All these teasing sexy
questions must surely have run through his mind.
Since he had moved into the flat one floor up and had begun watching,
her sexual arousal had been almost constant. It was all so secretive
and not mentioned ever, but that was all part of the thrill, no one
else knew, just he and she. It was a game that they played, silent and
secretive, a mutual understanding somehow of each other's sexual needs
and thrills. She could show herself off in a way usually reserved only
for the forward sluts of the world and she could never consider
herself one of those women - until now perhaps.
Julie gave a stifled cry as she shrugged her shoulders forward and
allowed the bra to slip from her body and fall to the floor. She bared
her breasts to him for the very first time and the thumping excitement
caused a low jolt deep in her vulva. She stood proud and erect with
her back arched and breasts pushed out, offering her naked breasts
with the hard nipples for her reflection in the mirror. She felt a
whore, a wanton woman without shame, a brazen hussy who displayed
herself for sexual gratification and the best part was that she didn't
give a shit. Julie covered her breasts with her hands, caressing and
squeezing, stroking the soft rounded orbs slowly with her slim
delicate fingers. She kneaded them, moulding them in her hands and
savouring each and every movement and the feelings it produced as she
teased the watcher mercilessly.
He would be hard and wanting by now. His cock stiff and throbbing. She
wondered what it would be like in size, thick she hoped and long too,
with a great bulbous head perhaps that would force her pussy lips wide
if it were ever to enter her. Julie felt her pussy moisten, her
clitoris throbbed that nagging ache as she squeezed and stroked her
breasts slowly and lovingly.
It all seemed so innocent, she, seemingly blissfully unaware of his
secret watching and him standing stock-still looking down. In her
peripheral vision she could make out his shape framed in his window
and wanted desperately to see his expression. To see his excitement,
those wide and hungry eyes as he leered and lusted so secretly for her
body.
She gripped her long nipples, squeezing and rolling them between
finger and thumb, pulling and stretching the hardened buds and
delighting in the thrilling sensations it produced for her. Julie
walked, first to the dresser where she stooped and made out to be
searching in the drawers, then to the end of the bed to again bend and
to straighten the bedclothes. Bolder now she walked to the window and
posed there looking down to the lawns below and seemingly oblivious to
his presence. The surges of sensation were so strong now that she bit
her bottom lip to prevent herself crying out as each one passed
through her. It was a high to end them all, an extreme level of
arousal that kept her hovering tantalisingly just short of her climax.
It felt so good that it should be prolonged as much as was possible
and Julie determined to do just that.
He would be eyeing her soft breasts, wishing that he could be feeling
them, kissing them and sucking in her nipples to chew and to nibble
the long rubbery buds. So strong now was the pounding in her body that
her internal muscles clamped and gripped in spasmodic little
contractions of such sweet delight. Daringly Julie pushed her chest
forward, rubbing her inflamed nipples on the cool surface of the glass
and gasping at the electric thrill that she received from the contact.
For a full five minutes she lingered by the window before finally
stepping back and away to resume her previous place in full view and
in front of the mirror.
She had planned and waited for this night. The increasing thrill had
urged her onward; her fantasies at night were filled with her offering
her naked body and pussy to him. A powerful and irresistible urge had
pushed her to become more daring as each night had passed and now she
couldn't do without her nightly thrill.
Her trembling fingers fumbled at the waistband of her skirt, the
pulsing throb in her body rose to a new and all time high as she
released the catch and let her skirt drop to the floor, bunched up in
a heap around her ankles. Her body received a thudding jolt that
passed through her and ended deep down in her vulva. So powerful was
the sensation that her head felt light and she took a deep breath to
compose herself.
It was all so unlike her. Her job at the bank made her life proper and
boring, her upbringing had been strict yet fair but certainly sex was
never mentioned. All who knew her viewed her as the ideal miss, an
efficient worker and neat housekeeper in her own little flat, if ever
they could see her now the shock would be immense and that thought
spurred her onward.
She stood now in just her tiny white panties and black hold-up
stockings, almost but not quite naked, leaving him enough to imagine
whilst feasting his eyes on her near naked form. He visited the bank -
and often - always his eyes would search for her and his expression
would light up whenever he caught sight of her behind the counter. He
was smitten and she would do nothing to deter him, the feelings it
brought to her were simply too good for her to want to stop.
Julie stepped from the skirt, kicking it casually aside and posed
before the mirror once more. She turned and postured, running her
hands sensually down over her body to follow every contour. She made
much of stroking over her buttocks, her red painted fingernails
standing out brightly in contrast to the pure white of her little
panties. She allowed one hand to stray, down over the flat of her
stomach to rest on her mons with her fingertips resting on her pussy.
Julie gave a gasp of delight, from the corner of her eye she could she
that his elbow was moving in a steady rhythm - he was wanking! Wanking
his cock as he watched her. Pounding surges came to her so fast now
that her head felt light and the room began to spin. Her body tensed
in involuntary little shudders of delight as the waves of pleasure
tore through her. Her legs felt weak and thudding jolts low in her
vulva signalled her approaching orgasm. Julie's head threw back, her
spine curved as she arched her body to receive it. The thumping surges
rushed through her to tear at her body and senses, wonderful pounding
feelings of such intensity. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed
tightly - then she screamed aloud as she came.
***
The skirt was short, so much so as to be deemed almost indecent. The
department store was crowded with Saturday shoppers and Julie
hesitated momentarily before sliding back the curtain and stepping out
of the changing cubicle. The charge that she received was beyond
belief. ...
All heads turned to look at her, husbands and boyfriends,
bored and waiting patiently for their partners ogled her greedily as
she strode to the dressing mirror and stood before it.
The short pleated skirt stopped only just below her crotch, the light
grey material being really little more than a loose band around her
hips. In the slightly upward angled mirror Julie could just see a hint
of her white panties beneath the skirt, that thrilled her more than
ever. Under the lusting gazes of the watching men she turned and
posed, checking her appearance and adjusting the skirt more than was
necessary. The true delight for her came when she viewed the back, the
beginning of the swell of her buttocks was visible and if she bent
forward even slightly? Her heart missed at beat at the very thought.
Her legs seemed longer, she felt taller and more confident, her slim
thighs looked tanned against the light material and the swell of her
hips flared the little skirt out beautifully. It was perfect,
certainly not her normal choice but the reasons for buying it were
special and it suited her needs admirably. She would, she decided, not
change again now but would wear the little skirt home and savour the
many admiring glances that she seemed to be drawing in increasing
numbers.
The tight little top had been a perfect complement to the skirt. It
clung to her slim waist and pulled tightly under the thrust of her
breasts to emphasise the rounded orbs admirably. With a spring in her
step Julie strutted along the High Street swaying her hips to flip the
hem of the little skirt teasingly, aware that as she walked the top of
her thighs at the back would surely be giving fleeting glimpses of her
lower buttocks. The way the little skirt pulled into her at the front,
moulding itself to the shape of her thighs and clearly outlining the
shape of her mons beneath. Her pussy was constantly moist in arousal;
the heady feeling of being desired so openly thrilled her beyond
belief. The tight little panties rubbed across her erect clitoris to
add to the excitement and helped to sate the nagging, throbbing ache
that pulsed in the little bud.
In the reflection of a shop window Julie delighted in the fact that
her aroused nipples now showed clearly as two tempting bumps beneath
the bright yellow top. Her auburn hair fell to her shoulders in deep
contrast to the bright colour of her thin jumper; she looked and felt
both radiant and sexy.
More daring now, Julie squatted, looking in her bag for an imaginary
item. She almost came to orgasm on the spot as the little skirt pulled
right back up her thighs to expose her thinly veiled crotch to the
passing men. Devilishly she parted her thighs a little, seemingly
innocently but deliberately aimed at a group of three approaching
youths. Juice trickled from her pussy to soak the gusset of her little
panties, the high that she felt was absolute, a thrill to end them
all.
On the bus and the train her exposures continued, she crossed her legs
often and parted her thighs to any man that was in a position to see
up her skirt. By mid-way through her journey home Julie had to scale
down the extent of her flashing, she felt so close to orgasm that she
simply couldn't wait to get home.
It was on the stairs that she heard his door open; her clicking heels
on the stone stairway had no doubt signalled her arrival. She was on
the landing; close to her front door when he stepped out, walked down
past her, then stopped and looked up. Julie bit her quivering lip,
breathed deeply through her nose and moved to the railing that
bordered the landing. He could and did, look straight up at her. Not
her face but under her skirt. Both stood still and silent in a mutual
understanding of the cause of sexual excitement, Julie's hands gripped
the top rail, so hard was her grip that her knuckles were bled white.
She delighted in his incredulous expression, the way his eyes darted
back and forth in search of the ultimate prize. Julie pushed her hips
forward slightly and eased her feet apart to afford him a better view
still. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, she was perspiring with the
heady thrill of her teasing. He would be able to clearly see the mound
of her mons, perhaps even the shape of her pussy beneath the thin
white panties as they pulled harshly over her sex. Her pussy gripped
in little contractions of delight when she noticed the bulge in the
front of his trousers.
More confident now she slowly turned, offering the rear view and
sighing aloud at his gasp of delight when her firm buttocks were
revealed to him. She stood silent and proud, her whole body pulsing
her arousal higher and higher toward her orgasm. Julie turned back to
the rail and gripped it once again, pressing her hard clitoris against
the middle rail. She closed her eyes, bathing in the sweet sensations
that the pressure brought to her. It was then that she came, a
shuddering orgasm that wracked her whole body for many long seconds
before she again opened her eyes. Julie smiled sweetly and knowingly
at her watcher before walking on weak and trembling legs into the
sanctuary of her flat.
***
It had become an obsession now, since that wonderful day on the
landing, taking over almost every waking moment of her life and during
the night too. Julie had determined to further her displays and
teasing, it was as though she had another side to herself now - a
better and hungrier side. The sexual display needed furthering to sate
the growing need and ache within her and he, her neighbour, remained
the main target for her teasing. She wasn't actually sure that she
wanted to fuck him; it wasn't the physical side that she was
particularly interested in - it was the thrill and excitement of
teasing. Of getting him hard and lusting - for her - for her body and
sex. The plan was forming in her mind as it had been over the last few
days; simply thinking about it aroused her and the scheming and
planning were pleasures in themselves.
she wrote the note for the fifth time, shaky handwriting simply
wouldn't do for what she had in mind. Plain and simple that was the
tone of the note. The first four attempts, sexually loaded had been
discarded in favour of a more teasing and inviting note. Julie sprayed
the paper and envelope with her favourite perfume and then sealed it,
licking the gummed strip sexily and longer than necessary with her
long flicking tongue. Outside his front door she paused, took a deep
breath and stooped to slip the envelope under the bottom of the door.
***
Julie soaked in the foamy suds of her bath, the excitement rising
steadily within her to the point where her clitoris simply cried out
to be touched - but she resisted. Later, later when he arrived there
would be time enough and the waiting would make it all the better when
it happened. She read again the reply to her note, her voice quavering
in excitement as she read the words aloud to the billowing clouds of
steam.
'Thank you, young lady, for your kind note. It would give me the
greatest of pleasure to assist you in your studies; the subject of
Human Relations is dear to my heart. I suggest Wednesday evening at
eight and in the absence of hearing to the contrary will call at your
flat at that time and date.' He had signed it George.
Julie threw the note aside, watching it float down onto the bathroom
carpet to soak up the steam in the room. She began to giggle and then
to laugh aloud. Tomorrow evening when he came would be wonderful
enough but that was tomorrow, tonight she would tease him some more
and help lay the ground for the following night.
Dried, powdered but still totally naked Julie padded through to her
bedroom and switched on the light. Her heart missed a beat as she
noticed him already at his window. She walked slowly and deliberately
to her mirror, proud to show the deep hairy triangle of her pubic
thatch between her legs. As was the norm now she posed and turned for
his benefit but tonight she looked up at him and smiled broadly as she
did so. Julie ran her hands all over her body, stroking and caressing
in a sensual dance of hand movements designed to attract and to
tantalise.
Many minutes passed before the pounding excitement became too much to
resist, Julie moved to the foot of her bed and sat on the edge with
her knees apart facing the window. He would be able to see all, the
end of her bed she could see from the outside landing window so he,
from his position, would have a bird's eye view of her whole body when
she finally reclined. She wondered at that point if he had ever
watched her in her sleep, she thought he must have and that thought
excited her even more so.
Julie lay back slowly, stretching herself lazily on the deep quilt and
parting her knees wider still but leaving her feet on the floor. He
would see her open pussy now, albeit at a distance, but the fact that
he was there and could see her naked form and uncovered pussy thrilled
her immensely.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Julie caressed her right breast with her right
hand; she circled and teased at her nipple, muttering his name to her
silent room. Her red painted fingernails traced a line down over her
stomach, slow and deliberate movements unhurried and sensual. Her
middle finger extended to circle around her mons, she watched the
distant form of the watching man constantly as she teased so openly.
Closer and closer the movements brought her finger until she gasped
aloud when contact was made on her throbbing clitoris. The restraint
that she had promised herself evaporated instantly; three fingers now
came into play, one on either side of her hard bud to clamp it and the
middle one pressing down on the tip. Julie moaned aloud as she pressed
and rubbed luxuriously at her erect bud. The sensations were wild and
intense, far more so than ever before. She lifted her legs to plant
the soles of her feet up on the edge of the bed and parted her knees
wider still.
Her back began to arch and her hips lifted to meet the pressing
fingers on her sex. She sighed and wriggled her hips as the feelings
grew in intensity. All the time she watched him, searching the
silhouette of his head to try to discern an expression that was
certain to be excited. The pace of her rubbing increased, her red
nails now a blur as she stroked furiously at her pulsing clitoris. Her
head sank back now; her mouth hung open and gulped in air to feed the
rising excitement that she felt. She was panting hard now, like a dog
on heat, slobbering greedily to experience the ultimate sexual thrill.
Her hips were jerking violently upward to gain more from the pressure
of her fingers, rising in a base and crude rutting of sheer sexual
need. Julie was lost now in her own misty world of deep sexual bliss;
she cried out and her back arched, she rubbed harder still as her peak
was almost reached and then screamed as she tipped over the edge and
plunged headlong down into the warm and soft comforting abyss of
orgasm.
***
Her top had been specially selected; it plunged deeply at the neckline
and showed the tight cleft of her cleavage to best advantage. The
uplift bra, small and lacy black added to the effect if making
breathing just a little difficult. Julie sat on the bus opposite the
stranger, leaning down to her handbag to afford him a splendid view
down her breasts. She smiled as she straightened, crossing her legs to
allow the tiny pleated skirt to ride up high over her thighs. Her
pussy was so wet! The gusset of her panties soaked with her arousal
and his obvious erection pressing against the inside of his trousers
simply added to the excitement.
It was Wednesday, the night that her neighbour would visit and the
essential bits of shopping were done and finished with. The flashing
now was purely thrill; a prelude to the coming evening's activities
and Julie revelled in her teasing of the middle-aged man across the
aisle of the bus. For added effect she applied her scarlet lipstick,
pouting sexily into the small mirror of her compact case and circling
her long tongue sensually around the outside of her lips. She opened
and closed her mouth, the full red lips mimicking oral sex and adding
to the discomfort and high excitement that the man was obviously
experiencing.
It seemed almost a shame when at last her turn came to get off the
bus, she stood up early in anticipation of her stop and posed standing
with her arm stretched high to grip the overhead rail. The blood
surged through her veins in heated arousal as the man's eyes traced up
her long legs to the hem of her short skirt that had pulled up now
enough to show a hint of her panties. Julie beamed a smile and blew
the man a kiss before walking to the front of the bus wriggling her
backside to wait for the bus to stop. Next time she promised herself,
she would wear no panties and up the stakes even more. She would give
little flashes of her naked pussy and shivered as she imagined what
the reactions to that would be.
She was a teasing slut and she knew it, but she loved it: A
tantalising little whore who delighted in getting men hard for her.
That thought alone made her smile but her expression became more
serious when her thoughts then turned to the night ahead of her. She
skipped easily and lightly down the steps of the bus and on to the
pavement, her mind wandering to the delights that her neighbour held
in store for her.
***
She had bathed long and well, ensuring that she powdered her pussy
when she finally had dried herself. She felt in control of herself
now, was able to control others too - men in particular. They would do
as she bid, eager as always to get a glimpse or even better a chance
to touch her body. She giggled at their stupidity. She could
manipulate and command, get them to do as she wished simply by showing
and offering her body. A low jolt in her pussy sent delightful
sensations rushing to her clitoris but she resisted the urge to touch
herself, moving instead into the bedroom to begin dressing. Those
thrilling feelings of command increased as she dressed, Julie pulled
the little white panties into place on her hips and smoothed her hands
down over the taut material covering half her buttocks. Her hand then
moved to cover her mons, she delighted in the feel of the firm mound
that her panties produced as they hugged her pussy and pubic arch. The
uplift bra was a true delight; she leaned and posed, watching the
effect of the increased swell of her breasts in the mirror. A wicked
and mischievous smile creased her face and she wiggled her hips
playfully for her reflection.
Black and sheer hold-up stocking now coated her slim legs and the
little grey skirt barely covered the darker bands at the tops of her
stockings. Perfect she thought and giggled to herself. Polished black
shoes with high heels increased her height and shaped her legs
fantastically. The tight white blouse that clung now to her body added
almost a hint of innocence to her appearance. Julie brushed her long
hair and added the blood red lipstick she now favoured, leaving her
nails until last to paint them in matching scarlet. Her body
positively pulsed with anticipation and excitement and she checked her
watch once more. Soon he would come - in more ways than one.
***
He was prompt, as she had expected him to be; on the stroke of eight
the doorbell rang to announce his arrival. The door was on the latch
in invitation and easily pushed open. He paused and closed the door
behind him as if in a dream, his actions slowed, his complete
attention firmly focused on Julie as she stood waiting in the centre
of the room.
"Come in and sit," Julie said firmly indicating the dining chair
placed ready for him.
He did as she bid, his mouth gaped open, working to try to speak but
no words came. He simply moved to the chair and sat, placing his hands
on his thighs, his stare directed at her legs.
Julie's voice was thick with arousal when she spoke. "You will not
speak unless I either tell you to or in answer to a question is that
clear?"
He nodded and croaked his reply. "Yes."
Julie circled the seated man slowly, rolling her hips as she walked
around him, her chest pushed out and her head held high. She paused
behind him, savouring the heady pulsing sense of command and control
before walking back to stand to his front. Two buttons of her blouse
were undone.
"You watch me," she stated.
George paused and flushed red then nodded slowly. "Yes, I do."
Julie shifted her weight onto one leg and posed for his benefit.
"Why?" she snapped icily.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Don't move!" Julie almost shouted. "Not unless I tell you to!"
"Because," he stammered nervously, "I like to see you."
"My body you mean."
He nodded. "Yes," he admitted a little shamefully.
Julie's tone changed, lowered to a soft coaxing husky whisper.
"And does it excite you to see my body?"
A great smile broke over his face and he nodded several times in quick
succession.
"Very much so!" he said emphatically.
She moved her hands up to the neck of her blouse and toyed idly with
the third button, teasing and tempting the now perspiring man.
"And did you like my breasts when I showed them the other evening?"
"Yes!" he stated firmly. "Wonderful, simply wonderful."
Julie took a short step closer to him to bring her about two feet from
his knees. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him with
wide, moon-like eyes, her voice was high in pitch but softly mocking.
"And would you like to see them again now?"
"Please! Yes please!" he enthused.
"Hands behind your back!" she screamed angrily at him and then resumed
her sweet smiling composed posture, her voice returning to the sexy
coaxing softness of before.
He complied readily, his expression portraying the confusion in his
mind at her sudden change of attitude.
She moved behind him, looping the thin cords around his wrists before
he had a chance to protest. Julie pulled the cords tight, knotting
them securely to bind his hands to the back of the chair. When she
moved back to his front to face him her blouse was open all the way
down the front to expose her bra- restrained breasts.
"Nice aren't they?" She touched one breast and stroked the firm flesh
lightly with one finger. "Like to see more?"
He couldn't answer; he simply nodded rapidly in his rising excitement.
Julie slipped the blouse off her shoulders and leaned toward him
pouting her full red lips sexily, offering the deep cleavage to tempt
him further.
"Like to feel them? Kiss them perhaps and suck on my nipples?"
George cleared his throat twice and then answered hastily.
"Oh yes!"
Julie straightened her body and gave a mocking laugh.
"Well you can't! You will just have to look and want."
In one practised move she unclipped the bra and tossed it aside to
stand naked from the waist up displaying her swollen orbs.
"Oh God!" he muttered longingly, his eyes fixed firmly on the long
rubbery nipples that stuck out in erection. Her hands covered her
breasts, the nipples protruding between her middle fingers, she began
caressing her breasts as he watched, sighing in little excited gasps
as the feelings rushed through her.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly. "Soft, nice and warm, so soft yet so firm."
Several minutes passed whilst she enjoyed taunting him, then her hands
moved slowly down over her body to the hem of her little skirt.
"Have you imagined what lies beneath?" she teased gripping the hem of
the skirt. "You saw some of it the other day on the landing you
naughty man."
"Yes! Yes! I can imagine."
"Tell me then," she snapped venomously through gritted teeth.
He was flustered, at pains to please yet wary of her seemingly
constant switching of manner and attitude.
"Soft sweet skin, pale and tender at the tops of your thighs, hairy,"
he gushed. "You are hairy, I could see the dark patch through your
panties and when you lay back on the bed the other night...oh God
please! Please let me!"
"Let you what?" she questioned naively and pulled her little skirt up
at the front to show her panties.
"To have you...I want to have...to fuck you." In his excitement and
frustration his voice raised to an angry roar. "You bloody teasing
bitch - you know what I want!"
The stinging slap of her hand was so hard that it jarred his head to
the side as the blow struck across his cheek. Julie turned and knelt
on the floor, her backside toward him and the little panties on full
show as the skirt rode up high on her back.
"Like this?" she teased and wiggled her bottom sexily. "Would you want
to fuck me like this?"
His voice was deep and hoarse, the words coming out more as a pathetic
whisper of deep pleading.
"Yes, like that."
Julie rolled onto her back and drew up her knees; she parted them
slowly until they were stretched wide apart. Her tight little panties
pulled harshly over the shape of her pussy to show the outline of her
labia beneath.
"Perhaps like this too?"
"Christ! You teasing little slut!" he raved. "Stop this and let me
touch you!"
She giggled and sat up, retaining her open legged position but resting
back on her elbows. With her right hand she began stroking her middle
finger up and down the slit of her pussy, pressing the thin material
of her panties into the moist inner lips. Julie gave little sighs of
pleasure as she teased the man mercilessly. The way his eyes focused
on her thrilled her beyond belief, hungry and wanting, his stare
seemed to bore right through her panties to the prize beneath.
"Are you hard?" she breathed sexily, her voice low and cracking
slightly with high excitement. "Are you hard and wanting?"
He groaned loudly, his expression one of deep longing and desperate
need. That pleased Julie much.
"Yes hard," he grunted almost absently as he watched mesmerised by her
stroking red fingernail. "So bloody hard for you that it hurts."
She ran the tip of her finger slowly down the side of the elastic of
her panties, drawing it back and forth as she hinted at pulling the
material aside for him. Julie hooked the finger under the tight edging
to touch at her pussy beneath.
"I'm wet," she teased. "So very wet. Like to see it?"
George was shaking now, his face flushed red and his forehead coated
in perspiration. His eyes were wide in excited anticipation and the
lump in his trousers pushed the light grey material up hard to form a
material tent.
Julie felt the first flutters of orgasm ripple through her. The
showing of her body was such a powerful thrill for her. She braced
herself and pulled the gusset of her panties to one side. She came
instantly, not a powerful orgasm but a light jerking little one that
was a mere tantalising and sweet taster for better things to come.
She posed there with her legs open wide and her gaping sex offered
blatantly for his delight. Julie watched his reaction and came for the
second time as he struggled at his bonds in an effort to free himself
and get at her displayed body.
"Would you lick it - if I were to let you?"
"Oh God please!" he begged. "Yes, I should love to lick your pussy and
taste your body."
Julie released the elastic, allowing the material to once again
conceal her sex from his view. She paused there tantalisingly and
laughed aloud in mockery of him, then she got to her feet.
"You will perform tasks for me..."
"Yes! Yes! Willingly!" he said quickly.
Julie undid the catch of the skirt and let it slide down to the floor.
She stood now in just her little panties and black stockings,
otherwise totally naked with her body on show to him. Thumping
sensations pulsed rapidly through her body, rippling little orgasms of
high excitement and teasing pleasure gripped her. Julie felt alive
with sexual arousal, this was her bag. To show and to tease, to
display and to offer, sex without showing, she felt, simply wasn't sex
at all now.
Julie hooked her thumbs into the side strings of her panties and drew
them slowly - ever so slowly - downward. Inch by inch the panties slid
down, over her hips and thighs, the wet gusset sticking in the folds
of her labia and only pulling free when the panties reached her knees.
Once removed, they were screwed into a ball and pressed under his
nose.
"Smell me," she breathed excitedly. "Smell what you can't have."
He sniffed heavily, groaning at the scent of her and the close
proximity of her naked body to him. Julie threw the panties aside and
stood before him, her hands on her hips and legs set apart in an
arrogant and authoritative stance.
"I will release your hands now and you will do exactly as I say - is
that clear?"
He nodded and leaned forward to ease her untying of his bonds.
"Just one false move and the session ends instantly - do you
understand?"
He agreed, rubbing his wrists to ease the blood flow once the cords
were removed.
"Stand up and strip off," she commanded from behind him and then
watched as the excited man virtually tore at his shirt in his rush to
comply.
Julie circled him commandingly, walking slowly around him looking
critically at his body as it became revealed to add to his
humiliation. He stood now naked and shamed, his gaze no longer at her
but down at the floor. His cock, thick and long stood out hard in
erection and twitched in involuntary little spasms of excitement. The
great bulbous head was purple in colour where the blood had pumped
into the throbbing glans and the foreskin was pulled back so tightly
along the shaft that it seemed ready almost to split. From the eyehole
in the tip a little blob of pre-lubrication oozed to further display
his high state of arousal and need.
Julie remained deliberately silent, she delighted in his humiliation
and stepped close to bring the flat of her stomach just an inch away
from the tip of his cock.
"You wanked as you watched me - didn't you?"
He looked up briefly and then down again, flushing bright red.
"No, not that - I didn't."
"You wanked yourself - I saw you!" she screeched angrily. "Don't lie
to me!"
His cock jerked in spasm and then he nodded mournfully in admission.
"You dirty little man," Julie spat in disgust. "Were you thinking
of...imagining your cock pushing up inside my warm, wet pussy?"
He groaned a low growl of pleasure at the thought. He tensed and his
cock jerked to send a powerful jet of thick warm sperm splashing onto
her naked stomach. Twitching and jolting his cock sent several excited
streams of thick seed onto her before the flow subsided.
Julie remained calm, her body jolted in welcome reaction to the
globules of his sperm coating her skin. She had made him come! Simply
by showing herself to him and that excited her all the more. Julie
almost came with the heady excitement and thrill of seeing and feeling
him ejaculate, it was the ultimate compliment to her teasing. It urged
her on to punish the suffering man.
"Bastard," she stated evenly and then altered the tone of her voice to
one of revulsion and deep disgust at his action. "You dirty little
creep."
She slapped his face, several times, hard and meaningfully. Each blow
she landed produced a grabbing jolt inside her pussy, inflicting pain
and humiliation felt so very, very powerful. She hit him again and
then again.
"Now," she rebuked him, "because of your inability to control
yourself, there will be no goodies for you tonight. Go! Go naked to
your own flat and return here tomorrow night at eight - and don't dare
to be late."
Shamefully he gathered his clothing and walked reluctantly to the
door, he looked out hesitantly and then hurried out pulling the door
shut behind him.
Julie was bursting with need, her whole body cried out for release,
the session had been so intense that her clitoris had gone from a deep
pulsing throb to a dull nagging ache, one that simply had to be sated.
Still naked, she moved to the bed and lay back drawing her knees up
and wide. Her hand rested on her pussy in readiness and her head
strained up to look along her body and up at his window. When her
neighbour's shape appeared at his window she began to rub herself. A
slow and luxurious teasing of her clitoris that brought to her all the
feelings she had so long awaited. Julie rested her head back, mewing
contentedly in her ministrations. And under the stare of her
neighbour, her rubbing became faster and she sighed aloud as she
relaxed into her sexual pleasing.
To concentrate on her work at the bank proved near impossible for
Julie. Recollections of the previous night filled her thoughts all
morning and for the most part of the day. Time and again she found
herself daydreaming, recounting every heady and exciting detail of the
session with her neighbour. It had been good, so very good and better
than she had expected. The orgasm that she had achieved afterwards at
her own hand had been shattering and so powerful that it exceeded
anything she had previously known. The way was set now and there could
be no turning back. She determined now to up the stakes, he was under
her control and she would capitalise on the situation. Her pussy
moistened at the thought and her mind turned then to the shopping that
needed to be done during her lunch break; the shopping for the items
that would be needed for the coming evening. Julie gave a little
shiver of delight and pressed her thighs together tightly to crush her
labia around her excited clitoris. Tonight simply couldn't come soon
enough.
***
The heels were high, far higher than she had ever before even
attempted to wear but Julie was delighted with the effect they
produced for her. The little black ankle boots that laced up the front
and covered the lower part of her leg to the base of her calves looked
delightful as she posed before her mirror. The small black thong was
so tiny and thin that it barely covered her mound and pussy lips and
at the back, the string pulled harshly in between the cheeks of her
buttocks to virtually disappear from sight. Julie felt her body
throbbing with excitement as she prepared, it was a rare occasion
these days that that she drew the curtains of her bedroom but tonight
she wanted nothing to spoil her plans and would not give him the
chance to view her before the appointed hour. Her tight lacy bra, the
uplift one that she had come to love so much pressed her breasts
together beautifully, the all black of her clothing made a distinct
contrast with her pale skin - the effect was devastating. Julie then
busied herself placing the other items in strategic positions in her
room, all needed to be right and everything close to hand, she wanted
nothing to detract from her plans once he arrived.
***
waiting and issued the command in a severe tone that simply defied
challenge.
"Close your eyes, strip naked and then put your hands behind your
back."
She closed the door and locked it, ensuring that she remained behind
him at all times.
"But I thought that tonight," he protested weakly. "That I might keep
my hands free."
The riding crop sliced through the air, a momentary hissing sound was
all the warning he received before the hard crop stung savagely across
his backside. He yelped in shocked surprise, hesitated a moment and
then continued to remove his clothes.
"I decide what you will or will not do," Julie hissed threateningly.
"You will simply obey my commands."
He stood passively with his cock jutting out in erection as she bound
his wrists tightly behind his back. As an addition, she threaded the
long cords between his legs and drew the ends up to loop around his
neck. The cords were pulled taut, the thin soft curtain cord cutting
hard up under his scrotum as they crossed at that point. He stooped
slightly to ease the tension of the cords and the dull pain of his
discomfort but a second hard lash of the crop across his shoulders
straightened his body and brought a deep grimace to his face.
"Open your eyes," Julie instructed. "And get down on your knees."
He complied, struggling painfully to kneel as the ropes pulled even
tighter up under his balls, crushing them painfully against his body
with each slight movement he made.
She walked around to his front, keeping her back to him, her naked
buttocks fully on show and just the thin strip of her thong to guard
her secret entrance from his hungry gaze. Julie looked back over her
shoulder.
"Come on! Follow me then!" she snapped in irritation.
Waddling clumsily on his knees and grimacing with the pain he was
experiencing he followed until they were in the bedroom where she
turned and faced him. She laughed mockingly at his discomfort and
pointed at his twitching cock with the crop.
"My! But aren't you excited. Even a drop of lubrication is finding its
way out of your cock."
He was beyond caring, the dull throbbing pain in his balls, the carpet
burns on his knees and the deep humiliation paled into insignificance
as he eyed her gorgeous body. So young and fresh. So warm and sweet
yet so icily commanding and in control, the best part though was that
the bitch knew it and that excited him all the more. He was smitten,
in love with her? No, but with her body yes, she was adorable.
Julie removed her bra, offering her bare breasts and hard nipples
close to his face as she stooped down to him. She rubbed her right
breast side to side to drag the very tip of her nipple back and forth
across his slobbering lips.
"Do you want me?" she breathed huskily.
He croaked his ready agreement.
Julie lashed savagely with the crop, bringing it hard down on his
shoulder to sting at his bare flesh.
"Answer me! Tell me - tell me what you would like to do to me."
She stood back, one hand hovering over her thinly veiled pussy, the
long middle finger resting down the crack of her lips.
"To touch you," he blustered quickly and excitedly. "You are so
vibrant and young, so very firm and desirable."
She struck again, twice in rapid succession to see him recoiling in
fear of the swinging crop.
"Not like that you idiot! Dirty words, lewd and coarse. Words that
excite and are reserved for just such occasions."
He looked up at her fearfully, his eyes then dropping to her breasts
and then to her groin where her hand stroked continually at her
clitoris through her panties.
"Fuck you...I want to fuck you."
"Better - but more," she demanded.
"To lick your pussy and..."
"Unnnh!" Julie gasped as the bolt of sensation shot through her.
"To finger and to feel your wet little pussy and to taste your love
juices."
Julie slipped her panties down, her dew coated public hair standing
out against the pale skin of her upper thighs.
"To feel your arse and perhaps even to..."
"Fuck it perhaps?" she prompted and stepped toward him.
"Yes," he said excitedly and cringed as she raised her hand.
The blow landed with a resounding slap, the flat of her hand stinging
his left cheek to burn painfully and deeply.
She gripped his hair at the top, her fingers entwining and bunching to
pull cruelly on his scalp. She drew his head onto her, pressing her
moistened pussy against his face and forcing hard forward with her
hips.
"Sniff it you dirty little man. Sniff what you can't have."
He groaned aloud and sniffed loudly at her heady, musky scent. His
cock jerked in involuntary little spasms at the feel of her warm, wet
sex against him.
She towered over him; the sense of command that she felt was the
ultimate high. A naked man, bound and in discomfort, willingly
complying with her every wish in the hope that she might let him at
her body made the situation perfect. Her whole body hovered just short
of orgasm in a suspended nether-land of sweet and pounding sexual
arousal. Julie roughly jerked his head away and stepped back mocking
in her laughter. She crouched, her knees apart and pussy exposed. She
used a little girly-voice to further humiliate him.
"Does the little man want to touch and feel me then?"
He didn't respond, his anger was controlled but his gaze remained
between her parted thighs, fixed and longing. Julie stood; she looked
down at him silently and then turned to walk to the bed. She lay back,
settling herself comfortably and raising her knees before beckoning
him to her with one hooked finger. She had her head and shoulders
propped up on the pillows and lay there with her knees drawn up and
parted wide as he waddled painfully to the side of the bed.
"Please!" he whimpered in a pained and pleading voice. "I need you so
badly."
"My pussy," she corrected smiling. "It's my pussy that you need isn't
it little man?"
He nodded mournfully, reluctant to admit it - but he did.
"Yes, your pussy. I need your pussy."
She chuckled and then laughed loudly. Julie extended a hand and
tickled him under the chin.
"But you can't have it," she sang playfully and laughed again.
Julie began rubbing herself; in long slow strokes of her finger she
teased her middle finger over the wet lips of her open pussy. She
dipped a finger inside and then held it under his nose as he knelt by
the side of the bed watching her with wide eyes. Again she laughed at
his reaction, disgust at first and then pleasure, and his moans of
longing confirming his delight at her scent. Without asking and in his
high excitement George dipped his head forward and his mouth eagerly
covered her outstretched finger to suck greedily on the juice-coated
digit and that pleased her greatly.
Julie withdrew the finger and snuggled deeper into the quilt; she
rested back lazily and didn't even look at him.
"You may watch me little man. Watch as I please myself. Kneeling as
you are with your hands bound behind you it should be a thrilling
experience for you without being able to touch me yourself."
A deep groan came from the watching man as her right hand slid down
the opposite side of the bed to come back up holding a huge black
latex dildo.
"Please no!" he whimpered pathetically. "My cock would be better."
Julie ignored him; she held the huge phallus up and admired it
lovingly. Long and thick, shiny black and sculptured it had an
enormous bulbous head and thick veiny shaft. She inverted it and held
it by the big handgrip then dipped it down toward her pussy.
"Can you see from there little man?" she teased. "Have you a clear
view of my pussy?"
He didn't answer, but just stared open mouthed as the huge black head
contacted with her soft pink inner lips. He groaned aloud as Julie
used her left hand to ease her labia around the girth of it before
guiding the enormous dildo inward.
"God no please! This is all too much," George whined pleadingly. "You
can't do this to me. Let me have you - please!"
Julie simply sighed heavily and then gasped as the great head
disappeared up inside her pussy, stretching the inner lips seemingly
painfully wide. She rested there to adjust to the thickness, her soft
pussy lips stretched tightly around it to grip the shaft. She moaned
gently and breathed heavily as her muscles relaxed to accept the huge
invader into her body. Slowly then, she began to ease it up inside
her, mewing her delight as her soft interior felt the passage of the
big cock. Up and in the big phallus pushed until the whole of the
length was inside her and just the bulbous handgrip remained outside
of her body.
George whimpered constantly, his need so great that his cock jerked in
uncontrollable little spasms. He was close to coming but unable to
without physical stimulation, he had no choice but to bear the agony
of waiting and to watch the young girl in pleasure as she teased him.
Slowly Julie began withdrawing the dildo from her pussy, the ebony
black shaft glistening in the light with her coating of juices, out
until just the big head remained inside her. She gasped as she fed the
big cock back up and in, faster this time though in her pounding
excitement. It felt so good to tease him, to make him watch and want,
to see the dildo inside her pussy. The feelings it produced for her
surpassed anything she had experienced to date and Julie delighted in
his hungry and longing looks at her body and sex.
In and out now the dildo moved, sliding easily over the copious
quantity of lubricating juices her pussy was producing. Her hand
working in a steady and unhurried fashion, her hard clitoris jutted
out from the top of her labia to portray her deep arousal. The pace
increased again, Julie's hand now working steadily and in increasing
excitement to fuck herself. Her knees parted wider still and her back
arched. She raised her hips and jerked them to meet each inward thrust
of the dildo. Her mouth hung open and her eyes half closed as the
feelings urged her on to increase the pace yet again.
She grunted noisily and animal-like, her head and shoulders raising
and straining forward as her pleasure increased. Her hand was a blur
now; she was lost in her own private world of wild sexual thrill and
pounded the dildo hard into herself in a heated and frantic race
towards her peak. Her body rose, supported now just on the soles of
her feet and her shoulders. Her back arched up to offer her pussy to
the heavy thrusts of the dildo, her hand slamming hard against her
excited clitoris. Her slim thighs were braced, her whole body under
tension as she sought the sensations of her masturbation.
"Unnh! Unnnh! Unnnnnh!" Julie grunted as she slammed the dildo hard
into her body.
Still her hand rammed the big cock into herself, fast and hard to sate
her need. She cried out and sighed as she fucked herself wildly, the
feelings and thrill fed by George's sighs of admiration and desperate
wanting. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow in a
frantic and erotic drive toward her orgasm.
"Little bitch," he breathed in awe. "Dirty little bitch."
His words were the trigger. Julie's body locked rigid, her hips
throwing up high in her final throes of pleasure. A low gurgle came
from deep in her throat and then changed in pitch to a high squeal of
delight. She sighed heavily and then screamed, her whole body shaking
with jerking contractions of exquisite pleasure. For several seconds
her body remained tensed in the air before relaxing and slumping back
satisfied at last onto the thick quilt of the bed. She lay there sated
and breathing hard; her hand still on the dildo and working it slowly
in and out of herself to gain every last sweet sensation from her
orgasm.
Many minutes passed as Julie bathed in the warm blissful state of post
orgasm. Each little tremor causing her body to twitch as the ripples
of reducing pleasure passed over her. She roused herself sleepily to
see the reddened, sweating face of George looking back lovingly at
her.
"Good?" she asked brightly.
He couldn't answer. He tried but no words would come. He simply nodded
enthusiastically, proud and privileged to have been witness to such an
erotic and usually private act.
Julie withdrew the dildo and pressed the warm wet shaft against
George's lips.
"Taste me you shit," she breathed excitedly.
She watched in deep interest as the man licked and sucked at the big
juice coated phallus. Like a willing slave, trying to please his
mistress his tongue curled and lapped greedily at the thick musky
moisture.
"Lick my pussy," Julie stated and threw the dildo aside. She wriggled
down the bed; positioning herself comfortably as the excited George
waddled on his knees around to the end of the bed. It pleased her that
he had great difficulty in leaning forward, the ropes crushing his
balls as he strained must, she felt, have been pure agony for him.
The first contact of his tongue on her soaking pussy sent wild
electric sensations flooding through her. The little warm worm of
flesh licked and lapped in search of her hard little bud of a
clitoris. The tongue dipped inside momentarily, his nose pressed hard
against her clit and his warm excited breath on her labia. She grunted
as she sensed him tense his body and sighed aloud as he came. His
tongue worked frantically on her pussy as his cock pumped his sperm
out in excited little jerks.
"I might," Julie said in a low coaxing tone, "consider letting you
fuck me - after a few months perhaps."
George groaned into her pussy, his face pressed in harder at the very
thought.
She rested back on the bed to savour the wonderful licking of her
pussy, preparing herself to be led toward another stomach wrenching
orgasm.
"If - that is - you perform all the tasks I have in mind for you.
Prove yourself to me George," she moaned contentedly, "prove your
worth and then I might - just might let to have me."
George lapped all the more enthusiastically for her words, the words
not only of a youthful sweet girl but the words of the girl that had
now become - his mistress. He would serve her as required, willingly
and without question. Would fulfil any task set and accept any
punishments given in the cause of gaining the ultimate and still
distant prize that she offered. Those thoughts were confirmed for him
as Julie's body began to tense again, her internal muscles gripping to
accept the onset of her next orgasm.
"Mistress," he muttered as he licked. "My wonderful mistress."
The End.
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