Copyright © 1996
Today, like every day, you are going to go out for a short jog around the block. As you step out of your front door this hot and sunny afternoon, you are thinking about me, and about the scandalous note that you posted on alt.sex.stories. And you are feeling more than a little bit guilty about making up all that bullshit. It was just a way to get some attention, to provoke some controversy. But now your conscience is nagging you, telling you that you have been naughty, that telling lies on the 'Net' about real people is wrong and mean-spirited. Being the bad boy makes you feel bigger, more powerful, and that is a kinky sort of sexual turn-on for you. Just thinking about it makes your cock harden in your tight jogging shorts, and your little nipples also get hard and show through your T-shirt as you start to work up a sweat within a block of your house.
A hundred feet in front of you is another jogger, a woman with long red tresses that flow and bounce over her back. You are already aroused from thinking about me, and this woman appears so strong and beautiful from the back... what the hell, you think, you might as well follow her for a while so that you can exercise your imagination as well as your other muscles. As you get closer to her, you can see that she is even more sweaty than you are... It must be 85 degrees today, and humid too. Her white tee shirt is soaked, and amongst the strands of her fire-red hair that are stuck to her back, you can see that she shows no sign of wearing a bra. And her skin-tight bicycling shorts smoothly follow her pumping, muscular flesh, showing no evidence of panties. Mmmmm, you'd like to get to know her, but that seems so unlikely. You're thinking that you might as well enjoy the view, and tonight you'll call me and maybe we can get together and I can satisfy your raging need for sexual release.
After a mile of viewing the redhead's back and especially her clenching ass cheeks, you cross the street and increase your speed so that you pull up even with her. Sneaking quick glances to the side, you can now see her heaving, swaying breasts, and she certainly isn't wearing anything under her thin shirt. It's like one of those wet T-shirt contests. You can see her big nipples popping out from the heaving breasts. Your glances gradually become longer. What the hell, you'll never see her again, so why not stare. After all, if she wasn't trying to attract your attention, she should have worn less revealing clothes for her jog! So you examine her swaying tits and her large nipples as they bump and jostle inside the sticky transparent shirt. You can see that the nipples are very dark and red, and that the stick out like gumdrops. Looking up at her face, she is looking straight ahead, not paying attention to your attention. Her face is beautiful and glamorous, only partly hidden behind reflective sunglasses. Strands of that exotic red hair stick to her forehead and cheeks and the sweat is pouring down her face, dripping on to her pneumatically bouncing breasts. Her tight pants reveal the pronounced mound of her sex, which appears and disappears behind her pumping thighs. Perhaps you are imagining it, but you feel sure that you can see a fold of the super-tight Lycra creasing vertically through the center of her mound. Perhaps her cunt is shaved, you wonder, although you also start to think about red cunt hair getting stuck in your teeth.
By this time, you have been jogging for 4 or 5 miles, and you are surprised to discover that you are back on your own street. You have not been paying attention to your route at all, since your mind has been fully occupied with the jogger. As you approach your front door, you wonder whether you should continue following this beautiful woman, or should you call it quits. You are confident that I will be home waiting for your call, so your stimulated libido won't go unsatisfied. But as you approach your home, the jogger absolutely surprises you by turning up onto your path and stopping right at your door. Leaning back against the frame, she strikes a stunningly sexy pose, with one hand raking up through her wet hair, and her other hand is brought up to her face, with her first finger in front of her luscious lips, indicating that she wishes to dispense with talk. That's all right with you, and you stride up the steps to stand right in front of her, breathless from both the running and the shock of the events that are transpiring. She is brushing her back up and down against the door frame, and the knob is right behind her, pressed into her ass.
You have neighbors that are too inquisitive, so you decide that this had better proceed indoors... and right away, for your erection has been straining at your jogging shorts since you first stepped out onto the street 30 minutes ago. By now it is aching, and its shape is clearly outlined through the wet nylon. Your silent friend has let her gaze drop down and she is now staring straight into your groin, which is both a turn on for you, but also somewhat disquieting. Anyway, you reach your hand out to slide it around her moist waist, squeezing it behind her firm derriere so that you can grasp the doorknob. As you turn it, the door pops open, and you both tumble inward. As you reach out to embrace her, her slick body slides out of your grasp, and she prances away, into the dining room. You give chase, enjoying the tease, but really ready for more direct action. But she stays just out of your reach as you pursue her through all the rooms of your house. She is fast and wily, and anticipates your zigs and zags perfectly. She reminds you of a cat.
Finally the chase leads you both into the master bedroom, which is a mess. You haven't been entertaining your women friends there recently, and dirty clothes are piled up everywhere. But you don't care too much, for this is a perfect place for the chase to end up. At least your sheets are clean, for the time being. You stand in the doorway, and know that she has no way to escape. She stands up in the center of the bed and shimmies her body in the most seductive dance you can imagine. Then she points down at the bed and you can tell from her body language that she wants you to lie down on the bed, which you do immediately. Crawling between her spread legs, you position yourself with your head propped up on the pillow, and watch as she continues her feline dance, straddling your shoulders. The bottom edge of her shirt pulls away from her body and you can see the undersides of her breasts swing around. Her skin-tight Lycra pants hide very little, for you can clearly see the split down the middle of her cunt, and the two half- moons of her swollen lips. The only sign of pubic hair is a ridge right above her cunt that shows the texture of the bristling hair, so you are pretty sure that the rest of the area is smoothly shaved. This is all so exciting, and you reach your hands up to caress her sweaty calves and knees.
When you start to reach up higher, she wags her finger indicating that it isn't time yet. And with that, she jumps down from the bed and grabs one of your neck ties from the bedside stand. When she starts to tie it around one of your wrists, you pull your hand away. This isn't what you had in mind! She stands up straight and stares right into your eyes for at least 60 seconds, a stern and sad look on her face. She's still got her shiny sunglasses on, and you can see the dual reflections of your aroused body on the faces of the glasses. Then she slowly turns around and starts to walk toward your bedroom door.
You can't stand the idea of her leaving now. So you call out to her, and tell her that you'll go along with being tied up, just as long as she promises to fulfill your needs. She stops with her back to you and then slowly, ever so slowly, turns on her heels and stares at your face again, then down to your tented shorts. She seems to be weighing her alternatives, and as she ponders, one of her hands reaches down between her thighs and she starts to rub her cunt through the Lycra. That apparently helps her decide to stay, for she walks back over the side of your bed and resumes her task of tying your hand to one side of the headboard. Then the other hand. You are having second thoughts about this, and you test the strength of the knots. But she stills your experiments with another stern gaze that calms you down. She goes to the closet and gets two more ties, which she uses to fasten your feet to the footboard. You are now spread- eagled, face up, and it crosses your mind that it would have been advantageous if you had removed your clothes first. And the ties she has used were expensive silk. It would probably be better if you didn't pull too hard and damage the material.
When you are fully bound to the bed, she again mounts the bed and straddles your head. She grips the bottom edge of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head, revealing her wonderful breasts and the hard nuggets of those nipples that you ogled earlier through the wet shirt. Her skin is still covered with a bountiful sheen of perspiration, and she glistens in the light from the sun streaming through the window. She is utterly magnificent, and her body can't stop swaying and shimmying. You lick your lips in anticipation.
Then she steps forward until her feet are just on either side of your head. It is hard to see much now, except for the tips of her nipples that project out enough for your eager view. Otherwise, you see only her calves and knees rising up in pink columns, disappearing into the black Lycra. And those bulging cunt lips and the juncture of the tow muscular thighs. She reaches down to the top of her shorts and starts to roll them down over her hips, and further down her legs, toward your face. As the black Lycra comes closer and closer, it becomes all that you can see, until the crotch of her pants is all the way down forming a tight bridge stretched between her ankles, pulled tightly against your eyes and nose. You can't see anything, and the smell of her crotch is so strong as you breathe it in. It is a wonderful mix of her vaginal juices (so sweet and arousing) and her accumulated perspiration (sour and tangy). You like this, and begin to probe into the folds of the wet material with your tongue, tasting and smelling the pungent scent of this incredible red-headed cat-woman.
But it is a little hard to breathe like this, so you are relieved when she finally puts one hand on the wall over your head and lifts her right foot up so that she can remove the bike shorts. When your eyes readjust to the light, you are again staring up into her crotch, and she gradually spreads her knees, thereby spreading her thighs. Now you can see her uncovered cunt, and you have another big surprise. You had expected her patch of cunt hair to be bushy and red, like the fiery mane atop her head. But it is not red, it is blond and fairly sparse. Strange, you think. But there is not much time to think, for her cunt is descending further, and the rest of her cunt (shaved, as you expected) is spreading open like a flower, revealing the hanging, purplish lips of her cunt, and then the wet pink flesh of her inner lips. The dark recess of her vagina winks open and closed as she clenches her inner muscles. Just "north" of her vagina, there is the twist of flesh hiding her piss hole, and then above that is the clitoral ridge, with a couple of rings of skin surrounding the tip of her engorged clitoris. It's a little whiter in color than the rest of her cunt, and it is even twitching slightly. You can see everything so clearly, for she has stopped just inches above your face.
Now she closes the gap, and you reach your tongue upwards to greet her cunt. She takes both her hands and rests them on the bed just to either side of your head, above your ears. This forms a gentle trap that makes it clear that you shouldn't move your head. She now begins to move her crotch forward and back, dragging her wide-spread cunt over your entire face, from your chin to your forehead. You can feel the bump of her clitoris ride over all the features of your face, top to bottom. Then she focuses on your nose, thumbing her clitoris side-to-side over the ridge. She hasn't stopped sweating, and you can feel drops falling into your hair from her swinging breasts above you. You have stopped paying attention to the odd taste of her mixed juices and sweat... it is all acting as an aphrodisiac for you, and you again probe upwards with your tongue, finding her open vagina as she continues to mop her clitoris onto your nose. When she feels your tongue reach its target, she tilts her torso back a little more, so that you have full access, and can push your tongue deep. You then make your tongue long and hard and rigid. And she bounces up and down on it as if it were a cock. The loose outer lips are swollen and sopping wet, and they form a cushion that keeps your lips from being bruised against your teeth. Moaning and raspy gasps are emanating from her throat, and it is obvious that her orgasm is nearing. You push your tongue further forward within her vagina, as if your were trying to reach that patch of blond hair, and it is easy to tell when you make contact with her G-spot, for she immediately goes over the top, riding your tongue and nose into a canter and then a gallop. Her moans become a series of sharp grunts and squeals. Then you feel a flow of liquid surging out of her cunt around your tongue and into your open mouth. Your first thought is that she is peeing on you, but immediately you know that the taste is wrong. This is sweet and a bit syrupy, and you remember reading somewhere that some women actually ejaculate from having their G-spot stimulated. That is obviously what is gong on, and you eagerly lap up the wonderful nectar.
When her orgasm finally abates, she swabs her wet cunt up and down your face a couple more times for good measure, and then rolls off of you and stands on the floor. She has a wonderful look on her face, and you are glad that she promised to make sure that you got off too. It's about time. Every woman-and this woman so much in particular-is so beautiful in the afterglow of an orgasm, and you look up and down her body with appreciation and anticipation. Your cock has been rock hard for maybe an hour and a half, and it is really starting to ache. As you look her over, you eyes again alight on her cunt, and again you wonder about her blond pubic hair. It looks so out of place. You have met and loved women who have dyed the hair on their head blond, but the pubic hair is always the giveaway as to what their natural color is.
The woman can tell what you are thinking, and she decides that this is the time to reveal the truth. She reaches up behind her neck and pulls upward and forward. Her incredible red hair is a wig, and as it comes off and onto the floor, it pulls off her sunglasses as well. You are looking up into the face of a blond woman, a woman that you know very well from her self-description that she posted on alt.sex.stories ("Sue's Overture"), a woman that you were thinking about just as you went out to go jogging.... the very woman that you slandered and hurt with your bullshit little bunch of lies. It is me, Sue, the person that you said in your posting was not a real person. That's what really pissed me off. Now I begin to talk to you, breaking the silence that was meant to help me hide my identity. I tell you that I had been furious with you, that you had been a total jerk to have posted that bunch of crap about me. You are too little a man to write your own fantasies, to do something positive and creative on the Internet. Instead, you spread false rumors, caring not at all for the results of your fabrications. You polluted the computer bandwidth, you spineless bastard, and your unwillingness to answer my email to you makes your crime even worse.
So I was mad, and I still am. And now I am getting my revenge. You are still tied to the bed. You are desperate for my help to relieve your sexual needs. And ultimately, you need my help to release your binds. I have gotten to enjoy a wonderful orgasm already, and it won't be my last this afternoon. I'll decide what to do for your needs, depending on my mood. But right now, you are mine, and I already feel the need to enjoy another orgasm. Yours will have to wait. Too fucking bad.
And with that, I leave the room and return with a pair of scissors, which I use to cut away your T-shirt, and then slice up through the legs of your pants and underwear. The feeling of the cold steel against your still-sweaty skin is both provocative and a bit scary. You don't know much about me, and you aren't at all sure if I am above truly harming you. All you do know is that I am mad as hell. When I pull the clothes away from your body, you are totally naked and it feels exposed. Your little nipples are hard, and your cock is STILL rock hard. I go into the bathroom and return with a large towel soaked with warm water. You may have found it sexy to lick the sweat from my body, but I would prefer to enjoy yours when it is clean. And I rub the towel over your chest. I rub it harder and harder, and your nipples become red and extra sensitive, and your skin is pink. I gently wipe your face, and then back to the bathroom to freshen the towel with more hot water, which I use to clean your legs and then, finally, my attention is focused on your rigid cock, which I wipe clean. Then your balls, which I handle a bit roughly, just enough to make you nervous, not enough to truly hurt. I let the towel continue "south" until I am cleaning your asshole and your butt cheeks. I let the coarse terrycloth rub across your anus, and I can tell that you enjoy that; I suppose that assholes love their assholes! Each time that I prod at your rectum, your cock twitches, and your thighs clench. So I tease you more, wrapping my pinky in the towel and pushing it in an inch or so. and hooking it forwards. I've read that men have a spot in their anus something like my G-spot, and I explore for that. When I find it (and it is obvious when I do) I only toy with it for a minute. After all, this is teasing, not satisfaction for you, so I want to leave you with plenty to think about. Back up to your cock I go, and tossing the towel to the side, I plant some gentle kisses on the ridged skin of you balls, and then flutter my tongue up from there, flicking it over the thick tubular ridge of the underside of your cock, until I reach the raised edge of your cock-head. Instead of continuing with my tongue, I draw back and blow on the head, making the tight purple skin dry and shiny. I am so close that I can study every little bump and vein and discoloration. Stretching down from your piss hole is that tight strip of skin that pulls the tip of the head around so that the entire head looks like a helmet. That strip of skin is so tight. I twang it with my fingertip as if it were a guitar string. I scratch around on the dark surface of the head with my teeth, leaving temporary tracings of pink. Then I grasp your cock in both my hands and roll it ever-so- gently between my hands as if it were a piece of clay that I was making into a snake. You are gasping in delight, perhaps believing that I am going to let your balls empty their cream right now. No such luck.
Instead, I again straddle your head, with my legs well parted and my legs straight. Now I am going to masturbate right in front of you, and you won't be able to enjoy anything but the view. Remember all the times you masturbated right after reading my stories, but being unwilling to satisfy me by writing your own stories in response. Instead, you acted like a malicious coward by writing that dastardly note. Well now I am exacting my revenge. I use one hand to spread my outer lips wide and upward. My clitoris is totally exposed for your eyes, and for my enjoyment. I lick the fingers of my other hand and immediately begin to vigorously rub my clitoris, and occasionally my entire cunt. When I reach up into my vagina, I then take the wet fingers and bring them down to your mouth, where you lick off the juices. Back to my cunt, and I diddle my clitoris back and forth, and then take it between my thumb and first finger and roll the little nub around. When my orgasm nears, I reach all three of my middle fingers down and then backup into my vagina, again stimulating my G- spot while the heal of my hand massages my clitoris. My pinky reaches all the way around and teases over my puckered asshole, flicking back and forth. My other hand is no longer needed in my cunt, so I use it to squeeze my breasts and lightly twist and rub my nipples I am looking straight down into your face, and I'm sure that you can see pure lust etched across my own face. I can see it in your eyes, too. When my climax finally hits me, I squat down suddenly, and lower my asshole right onto your tongue, which you obligingly use to stimulate this forbidden spot. And gawd, do I have a big orgasm. The waves of pleasure are huge, breaking and rebuilding a dozen times. It is absolutely wonderful, heightened by the power I feel from showing off for you, and from exacting some revenge for your naughtiness.
I wriggle my body back down your body, leaving a wet trail of cunt juices on your face, your chest, and your tummy. Reaching down under me, I grasp your cock, point it upwards, and let myself down onto it all at once. It is embedded deep into my cunt, and my little patch of blond cunt hair entwines with your pubic hair. You've been waiting so long (more than two and a half hours)! for this, but I'm not ready to let you off the hook yet. I lean forwards and allow you to suck on my nipples, but my cunt remains stationary. You push my nipple out of my mouth and beg me to ride your cock so that you can finally have the orgasm that you NEED so badly, that you want with all your heart. Now is the time for me to talk about promises.
You've been waiting and wanting for so long now. I don't feel too bad about your ruined jogging cloths, or your ties, which will probably be fine. I never caused you real pain- although I'm sure that the teasing was excruciating. So here is what I want to know: do you promise to stop writing lies about me and any other person on the Internet? Will you redeem yourself by posting a message withdrawing your previous message, and telling the world that you were a shameful liar? Will you tell the world that Sue is an incredible, lusty, and ever-so-real person? Will you take the energies that you have been exerting on telling lies on the Internet, and redirect it towards more useful actions, such as contributing to a.s.s with actual stories, rather than bullshit comments? In the future, will you post constructive comments in the proper place, alt.sex.stories.d (the "d" stands for "discussion")?
If you answer all of my questions the way you now you should, I will stop teasing you instantly. In fact, I will ride that big cock of yours right now, for as long and as hard as it takes. My warm and wet cunt will grasp at your cock with all its strength, and I'll reach behind me and fondle your balls and tickle your asshole. I'll lean forwards and feed you my breasts. Your cock will swell to a size it has never reached before, and your cock head will be massaged and milked by my cervix. I'll make sure that you have the most intense orgasm imaginable. You'll be smiling for hours.
If you don't promise to correct your wayward behavior, then I'll let your yearning cock plop right out of my cunt onto your tummy, where it will flop around like a fish out of the life-giving water that it needs. And I'll leave you tied up there 'til you change your mind.......... You decide. We are both waiting and wanting. Don't disappoint me. Exercise your imagination. Exorcise your demons. I'm still waiting.......