15 Mayıs 2023

Jason and Kym ~ Part Two


 Later that same night, I strolled down to my favorite watering hole to tip a few strong drinks in the hopes of either clearing my head or dulling the noises within. After flirting over those drinks with a short blonde haired gal named Kym, we stepped out onto the dance floor to press our bodies against one another to an old Jonny Cash tune. She’d been waiting for some guy to meet her for a drink; for whatever reason, he’d chosen not to show. His mistake was my gain. I felt her hard nipples pressing against me through the satin top she wore and she felt something equally stiff poking her ribcage; I wondered if she’d been checking me out as much as I’d been drooling over the shape of her bubbled butt and not long after we were heading to her car. Words were few on the way to her apartment, as we both knew what we wanted; the two of us finding heaven atop her queen bed shortly after arriving there. As she rode my cock by way of a reverse cow-girl style, her jugs jiggling to and froe, I know she believed it was her that kept me hard for a full three rounds, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. It was the wicked thoughts of utter depravity about my friend Jason that I held within my cranium, which kept the lead in my pencil as we climbed towards orgasm number four. I reached forward to fondle her delightfully firm cheeks as my prick vanished and reappeared intermittently; she groaned as I explored her sphincter. Before the next sun rose, I awoke to Kym sucking my limp snake until it stiffened nicely into the python from the previous session; then she lead me to the bathroom, the hot water cascading over our bodies as we fucked once again. In between the gentle thrusts, we spoke a little but said a lot; exchanging important information that confirmed we were each childless, unattached and looking for someone who could rock our worlds. The unmistakable glint of hope reflected in her eyes and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was recognizing it in mine as the water swirled about the drain at our feet. It was confirmation of the thoughts that we shared, feelings that fate had brought us together for a reason greater that just physical satisfaction. With her hair dripping onto the towel that was wrapped about her petite body, she handed me my cell phone and said, “I programmed my number in; it’s up to you to call, but I hope you will.” As we kissed goodbye I loved the way she had to stand on her tiptoes and stretch to reach my mouth with hers. I realized I could easily fall for her; besides the fact that she was an incredible lover, my heart jumped when she showed me her leather jacket and how she genuinely got excited when she found out I had a Harley. I more or less promised to show it to her and smiled when she begged me to take her for a ride, but it was more than that. It was her no bullshit attitude, her maturity and outlook on life, one that I’d recognize as being similar to my own. A couple of days later I realized that I’d not yet begun to forget her face, but perhaps she was the one, and I shouldn’t. With that thought in mind I made a silent promise to myself; I’d call her and ask her out…soon. * * * Another week crept by and Jason and I chatted about every other day online; each time was beginning to sound like the last, ‘When can we get together,’ and ‘I can’t wait to feel you pound my ass some more.’ I’m not saying it wasn’t a turn-on for me, but it was a huge personal conflict within me. You can see how excited I got by the submissive way Jason acted towards me and the way he allowed me to be so controlling and dominant over him. The idea of dating Kym and seeing Jason on the side even appealed to me in some ways, and yet, I wasn’t so sure how either of them would react if they found out about the other. I put Jason off that weekend, telling him I had a weekend ride planned that I wasn’t about to miss. He sounded disappointed, but understanding and I couldn’t help but feel as though he was becoming attached to me emotionally. I wondered if he was beginning to look at our relationship as more than just a friendship with benefits and quite frankly the thought sent a shiver up my spine. I was enjoying the opportunity to explore my dominant side while also learning why the thoughts of having sex with a she-male or submissive male turned me on so much. On the other hand I knew deep down in my heart that I wasn’t gay; perhaps bi-sexual, but not completely homosexual. I knew this because of the way my heart was pulling me back towards the short blond kitten named Kym; after talking with her Beşevler escort Bayan on the telephone for an hour each day for the past two weeks, I not only couldn’t get her out of my mind, I realized that I didn’t want to. After spending one night in bed and having a dozen conversations with her, I was hooked. The next Saturday I picked her up on my bike midmorning and we spent the day riding through the Kettle Moraine area, occasionally stopping at quaint shops along the way. We had no particular destination and that seemed to be okay for us: I was just happy to have her near me and by every sign she felt the same about me. We stopped at an out of the way watering hole for lunch and were surprised to find a few people I knew there. When Kym went to the ladies room as I paid the tab, one of my friend’s wives leaned over and said, “She’s nice; don’t let this one get away.” Later that night as the sun touched the place where the trees met the sky, our lips pressed hungrily against each other as our tongues practiced the tango to the soft music playing in our hearts. Compressing our bodies into one mass, I rubbed her pointy knobs with my thumbs as she became aware of my massive arousal. The she looked up and whispered, “I’d invite you in but, well…I have this friend who visits once a month, if you know what I mean.” I did and because I didn’t want to push her to do something about my hard-on, she kissed me goodnight, whispered a promise and sent me off towards home. As I roared off on my Harley, I remembered how she’d rubbed my crotch and said, “Take me out next Friday and we’ll take care of this for you.” At the last minute, I figured I’d stop for a nightcap, but never made it inside the bar. When I shut off the bike I felt my cell phone buzzing, telling me I had a message waiting. I saw Jason’s number and thought sarcastically, ‘No big surprise,’ as I listened to the voicemail. It said his father was going out drinking and wanted to know if I could stop by. With my dick still hard for Kym, I thought of the duffle bag I’d left last week and headed off towards his house. I shut down the engine as I coasted to a stop near to Jason’s place; it was just after midnight. I was making this up as I went, but had high hopes I could pull it off. Peering inside…all looked quite, but coming around the side of the house told me his old man had returned. Not one to back down from a challenge, I went towards the back door and seeing just the screen door I silently slipped within. I saw his father snoring away in drunken stupor, feet up in a recliner and an empty beer bottle on the floor. Creeping down the hallway towards Jason’s bedroom door, I figured my luck was running pretty high as I stepped inside his room and softly shut the door. Watching the rise and fall of his chest confirmed he was sleeping on his back with just a sheet covering his body. I went to the closet to retrieve the duffle bag and set about setting up the scene as I withdrew my wrist cuffs, placing them one at a time upon first the right and then the left. Carefully, I fastened them to the headboard securely. Next I take out three small pieces of a steel bar, screwing them together to form a single piece with clasps dangling from each end. Silently I fastened cuffs around his ankles; realizing he was waking up and there not being much I could do to prevent it, I withdrew a blindfold and quickly slipped it onto his head. Using gentle soothing tones, I instructed him to ‘be a good boy, relax and enjoy the experience’. Realizing it was me, he tried to comply as I grabbed the steel bar which spread his legs apart, tugging it towards the headboard, where I fastened it to the wrist cuffs with short 2-foot pieces of chain. Quickly I undressed myself, allowing my hardening cock to pop free of my clothing as I admired my handy-work; Jason was hogtied and unable to move, although plenty able to struggle. Naked now, I reach for the video camera, placing it on a nearby chair. I pushed RECORD seconds after I pulled the ski mask over my head, focusing the screen to capture everything that took place on the bed, then stepped into view and reached towards his face. After pinching his nose to make him open his mouth, I put my cock inside and told him, “Be a good little girl and suck Daddy’s cock.” He was such a submissive slut, he quickly set to sucking, and making slurping noises until I pulled it from his happy face. Next I climbed onto his bed…and then…let him feel the fat head of my cock as I placed it Çankaya escort against his puckering pink anal star and held it there until he began to beg me to pound his tight hole. I worried about his old man hearing us, so I bent forward and shoved a ball-gag into his oral hole, fastening it behind his head. Properly tied, gagged and blinded, I return to my former position, holding the bar in my hands to keep him from squirming around to much as I pushed my cock up his ass! Continuing to force my thick tool, inch by inch, into his butt-hole; I made sure to exaggerate the grunts and groans until my balls rest against his cheeks. It was around that moment that I noticed his cock, normally a limp noodle, now beginning to inflate to a state of semi-hardness. I reached down with one hand and stroked his penis a few times and heard him moan through the gag while his body jerked a bit, too. Returning my hand to the spreader bar, I held his legs up in the air as I withdrew my prick from his tight tube…but only until I felt his flesh gripping it, secretly needing to be filled again. And that is just what it got as I refilled, withdrew and refilled his rump again and again…using this whorish orifice for my physical pleasure. I whispered to him, “I own your body, dear boy” and listened as Jason hummed affirmatively around the gag in his mouth. I could tell he was enjoying this pre-dawn rape fantasy as much as I was. My plans were to pull out after fucking his sweet little hole for a while; to walk around to the head of his bed and stand above him; to release his gag, the blindfold and one of his hands so he could stroke my turgid dick until my cum first shot and the dribbled onto or into his mouth…but alas, plans sometime change at the last moment, don’t they?? Continuing to pound his rear end until he felt my cock-head expanding as it does just before my balls boil, he shouldn’t have been surprised when my shaft erupted like the starting of a jet turbine; my slippery cum pulsing in giant spurts from my pipe, filling his deepest hole until it seeped from our junction point and slid down his crack to soak into the sheets! After I came, I reached over and released the gag and blindfold, looking into Jason’s eyes and seeing his confused reaction to my ski mask. My cock was still as hard as a two by four; I watched his glazed-over pupils and heard his whispers of, “Please, please fuck me again.” Ten minutes later, the scene has changed slightly…I’d released the bindings and put away the bar, the gag and the blindfold, but re-cuffed his wrists to his headboard. With him face-down on the bed, I mounted his cute little ass once more, using my spunk as lubricant to fuck him from behind for the second time. I whispered hoarsely, “Jason, your ass is completely mine and I’m going to continue to pound it until you’ve become useless to me, so you’d better try to stay in my favor.” “I will try hard to make you happy,” he repeated as my cock sawed in and out of your enlarging anal orifice. A sliver of sunshine began to poke through the blinds and we both begin to shiver as another great and potent eruption took place inside his colon, the second load of my juice intermingling with the first. Shortly afterwards, I crawled up along his body, held his head at the correct angle to my body and told him, “Clean my filthy stick, slut,” as I bumped the slime covered tool against his mouth. I could see he didn’t want to suck the cock that had so recently scraped the walls of his shithole, but making him do so was turning me on even more. My cock thickened as I once more pinched his nose shut and when he at last gasped for oxygen…I slid my dick onto his tongue and allowed him to breathe through his nostrils. “Now clean me or pay the price, cunt!” While he did suck me, Jason did a less than satisfactory job of it and for that I knew my new found ‘pet’ needed to be taught a lesson. So I dismounted him, withdrew something from the duffle bag and knelt before him. “I’m going to spank your ass to show you what happens when a slave displays a petulant attitude to his/her Master. I want you to count off each time I swat you and ask for another. And Jason,” I explained with an evil grin, “you’d better make sure you ask as if you really want one or I’ll double your reprimand.” As the long wooden spoon from my own kitchen landed on his pale white flesh, the sounds that echoed from his backside to the walls were a distinctive cracking sound. He proceeded to beg for more in his high-pitched, Cebeci Escort girl-like voice and I actually believed him, he was that convincing! By the time I let up, his body was reddened from his upper thighs to his lower back, with a few brilliant red stripes across his butt cheeks where I’d hit him exceptionally harder than the rest. Sweat dripped from my forehead to his flesh as he began to sob into his tear-stained pillow. Carefully, I removed all my toys and refilled the bag, as he slowly sat up and watched me. When that was done I stood in front of him again, my cock blocking his view of the room. “Suck me, bitch,” I sneered, and then held his ears as I fucked his mouth slowly. When I finally began to feel like I could cum again, I removed the ski mask and told him to look up at my face; when he did, the black lens of my Nikon was looking back. His eyes widened as he let my dick slip from his face, so I slapped his cheek hard with my right hand and said, “Jack me off…I want to cum on your face.” At first he actually looked upset, even angry that I held a camera and was recording the blow-job, but soon his fist became a blur as he sucked on the fat head of my prick. “Put your finger in my ass, Jason,” I said. In a matter of mere minutes my third load spurt up his nose and into his mouth as I slapped his face with the spewing end of my stick. I wiped the remaining ooze from my softening cock into his hair, laughing and taunting him as I got dressed. “I’ll burn a CD and send you a copy,” I promised him as I held the camera in one hand and turned his bedroom doorknob with the other. Of course what he’d soon realize would be my intention to do no such thing; these two hours of homemade porn was my insurance against him that our secret relationship would remain just that…a secret. His father still slept where I’d seen him before, so I let myself out and not too long afterward my head hit my pillow, a rotten sneer of sinful satisfaction on my lips. * * * The following Friday I took Kym out to dinner; a nice place she’d mentioned during a phone conversation a while back. She was impressed that I’d remembered it being one of her favorite places and also that I’d worn a tie. Later that evening when I took her home, unlike the last time we stood on her porch, she invited me in. The moment her front door shut I pulled her into my arms, kissing her lips more deeply than I’d ever kissed a woman and felt her responding in kind. We never completely let go of one another as articles of clothing hit the floor on our way to her bedroom, where I lifted her tiny body atop her quilt and then we made love not unlike two people who were meant to be together, exploring every part of each other until at last exhaustion overtook us in the early crack of dawn hours. This time it hadn’t been about the screaming, multiple orgasms we each seemed hell-bent on giving the other, but more about drawing out the event until the two of us reached that highest of pinnacles in a chorus of crashing waves of ecstasy. Saturday we woke up around noon and after sharing light breakfast and strong coffee, we made love in her shower for the second time; my hardness buried deep within her tight, young pussy as her fingernails cut into the flesh of my back. I found myself making excuses to hang around her place, not wanting to go home, but thought Kym was starting to notice. From the top of her short blond hair, past her perky breasts and stunning butt, to the tiny toes I’d sucked just hours ago…the thought leaving her made my heart ache. Finally she confronted me by stating, “You know if you decide to go home you can always come back later.” When I said ‘really’ a little to quick, she giggled at my anxiousness, but confirmed my suspicions about where the two of us were headed when she finished with, “If you don’t I might just come looking for you.” “Well then, maybe you should stay at my place for once,” I ventured. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” With a sly look, that would later remind me of a cat that had just swallowed the canary, she looked up into my eyes and said, “I thought you’d never ask. Too bad it can’t be that tonight.” When I looked heartbroken at hearing her last remark, she explained that she had to attend a cousin’s wedding that night, but that I shouldn’t worry because she was going stag. Not thinking about what I was getting myself in to, only looking for any chance to spend time with her, I invited myself to act as her escort. With a look I’ll never forget, Kym looked up into my eyes and said, “You’d go with me, knowing that my family will be there; my parents, too?” “Of course,” I told her, “as long as you save most of the dances for me.” That evening, when she picked me up at my house, I noticed two items sitting on her car’s back seat; a wrapped gift for the bride & groom and a small overnight bag.

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