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[Suki wrote:]
New story, folks, again, a deviation from my normal style. This is
probably the most explicite piece I've ever written. I usually just skirt
around the activities. Feedback is welcomed.
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The Invitation
by Suki
suki@fish.com
He stared down at the person on his doorstep, a young man...no, a
small woman stood there looking at him expectantly. She couldn't have been
any younger than 21, but her petite figure, and short cropped hair made her
seem like a young boy. Her outfit resembled that of a butler's uniform.
Dark blue slacks covered her legs, and a crisp white blouse covered her
top. Over the blouse she had a dark blue jacket. Finally, short black
heels completed the outfit. Her skin seemed almost translucent white
against her dark, almost black hair and heart shaped face. Realizing she
was waiting for him he spoke.
"Yes?"
"My mistress, Madame, invites you to join her at a party held in her
house on the evening of Feb. 2nd at 8:00pm. Here is a written invitation
personally delivered." Her calm, quiet voice suggesting that her speech had
been carefully rehearsed. She reached into the inside pocket of her coat
and presented him with a starch white calling card with black script print.
Their eyes met as she handed the card to him. She looked down quickly, and
a blush stained her cheeks.
"Madame also offers you the use of this slave, should she please you.
She only requests that you let her leave by the end of the day."
Silence.
He measures her, mentally taking in her tiny waist and rounded curves.
She pleased him, indeed.
"Slave, step inside." he commanded.
She walked though the doorway and stopped, awaiting his move. He
closed the door and circled around in front of her.
"What is your name, slave?" he questioned.
"J----, sir."
"And how old are you?" He asked this more out of curiosity than need.
She was young looking, and it was hard to tell.
"24 sir." She answered. She stole a glance up at him, and then
lowered her head again. He had caught the look of desire on her face.
"Hands above your head!" He ordered sharply.
Instantly her fingers locked behind her head. Reaching out, he
flicked her jacket away from her body. Her nipples, visibly declaring her
desire, poked at the fabric through her shirt. Slowly, he unbuttoned her
shirt, his eyes never leaving her face. He saw her struggle to make her
face impassive, attempting to mask her feelings. His hand cupped her
breast, squeezing the nipple at first gently, and then harder and harder
until she winced.
Her arms were still behind her head and her eyes were closed. She
swayed, slightly on her feet. Roughly, he pulled her shirt and jacket off
of her body. Her arms immediately returned to their original position and
her eyes opened, looking at him expectantly.
"Slave, remove the rest of your clothing!"
She did so quickly, and then stood quietly awaiting his next wishes.
He was pleased that she made no attempt to cover herself with her hands.
Rather, her hands stayed at her sides. He lifted her chin in his hands.
Her eyes met his and she gave him a small smile and then lowered her eyes
again.
"You will relay the message to Madame that I am very pleased with
you." he stated.
"Yes sir, thank you sir." She answered.
He slid one finger into her. She was wet, very wet. She sighed,
closed her eyes again, and pressed against him. Moving his arm under her
arm, he gripped her wrists in his while continuing to stroke her with his
finger. He brushed her clit and then slid two fingers into her, pushing
further and further up into her. She moaned. She was limp against him in
total surrender. He could feel an orgasm building up in her. He slowed
the pace down. He did not want to bring her over the edge. Not yet.
Gently, he laid her down on the carpet.
"Wrists above your head."
She raised her wrists and looked up at him. He pulled off his shirt,
and then his pants and underwear. Then he spread her legs with his,
gripped her wrists with his hands, and entered her. She tensed, arching
her back to meet him and then sighed. Her eyes half-closed, and her mouth
was slightly open. He pushed slowly in and out of her, her hips moving off
the carpet to meet him. She struggled slightly against his hand holding
her wrists. He tightened his grip. With his other hand he reached back
behind her, inserting it into her nether hole. Her hips bucked off the
ground more forcefully.
He began setting up a rhythm. He would pull out, squeeze his grip on
her wrists, and push in, using his finger in her backside to make her buck
harder against him. The rhythm became faster and faster and soon they both
cried out in relief. They collapsed. He rolled off of her.
They lay there quietly for about 5 minutes, both regaining their
breath. Then she stood up and looked at him.
"You may leave." he said, answering the unspoken question in her eyes.
She dressed quickly, knowing her mistress would be waiting for a full
report.
"Tell Madame I will be able to attend. And take this to her." He
pulled a long red rose from a nearby vase.
She smiled at him. Madame would be pleased.
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Suki<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Bi, switch, tease, but mostly uppity bottom.
One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.
suki@flying.fish.com
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The Invitation
by Suki
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