Vinyl Pants

It was your e-mail that reminded me. The one about the scary pants.

Skin tight black vinyl, with a zipper that goes all the way around front to back. I scared you the first time I wore them - the conservative Catholic boy from the suburbs had no idea what to make of a woman in pants like that. In the end you just went home. 

I sit at my desk in my office reading your e-mail and smile, remembering.

It was the second time I wore them that I got the reaction I was looking for. After the music, after the drinks, after the bar closed and our friends had all gone home, you walked me to my door and said goodbye - kissed me goodbye actually, with your hands on my waist and your index finger tracing up and down the zipper along the back of my pants. Kissed me goodbye, but you didn't leave.

I hit reply, but I don't type anything. The memory is interfering with my ability to write coherent sentences.

I'd never gotten up three flights of stairs wearing 5 inch heels so fast in all my life. We'd barely shut the door before you had me pinned against it. Both our shirts came off immediately, but your hands were still below my waist, pressing into my thighs as you gripped at the vinyl and kissed me urgently.

I'll never be able to concentrate like this. I get up and quietly shut the door to my office. I sit back down and reach for the drawer with my purse inside.

I pushed you backward into my bedroom working on the fly of your jeans on the way. At the foot of my bed, you ran your hand along my zippered crotch. "You are so fucking sexy in these pants," you said as you started slowly pulling down the zipper.

There is a tiny, pink bullet vibrator in my purse. It is also very quiet. I reach for it, twist it on, sink down in my chair. My hand and the bullet slide up under my skirt.

Halfway around, you couldn't reach the zipper pull from the front anymore, and you turned me around and bent me over with my hands braced on the edge of the bed while you finished undoing the zipper all the way. Behind me I heard your pants drop to the floor and a wave of heat washed over me. I needed you inside me right that very second. I whispered your name. "Please..."

I am already soaking wet. The bullet slides in tiny circles around my clit. I slide two fingers easily inside my dripping cunt, remembering that moment of anticipation, the incredibly sexy sound of your pants sliding down your legs right before you rammed your cock into me.

I felt your hands on my ass, pulling the two sides of the pants far enough apart to keep from getting chaffed on the zipper. Your cock slid easily into my soaking wet pussy and you fucked me in a steady rhythm while I rocked back against you. The cinnamon skin of your hands was beautiful against the pale white of my tits and I jumped a bit when you pinched my nipples unexpectedly.

I press the bullet harder against my clit, fuck myself faster with my fingers. My breath comes in ragged little gasps. I am  sitting behind my desk, but anyone walking by the window into the hall could see my face and know exactly what I was up to.

You fucked me harder then, your hands now gripping my hips tightly and pulling me back onto you hard enough for me to struggle to keep my footing. You reached one hand forward to rub my clit but you barely touched it before I was gone, my pussy pulsing around your cock and soaking us both with my come. 

I'm going to come. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, but I'm still not able to suppress the whimper that escapes my lips as my pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers. I open my eyes and look toward the window. No one there. I twist the vibrator off and put it away. I lick the come off my fingers while I pause to catch my breath.

That was it. You shoved me forward hard so that I fell face down on the bed and then you fell on top of me, pushing your cock back inside me and fucking me hard while gripping at anything you could reach -my tits, my shoulders, my face. You came hard, holding me still by the shoulders and moaning against my ear, until we both lay still, spent and panting while you ran your fingers up and down one shiny leg of my pants.

I look at my screen, the cursor blinking at me still waiting for my reply. "Drinks Friday, right?" your e-mail read. "Are you going to wear the scary pants?" Definitely.

His

The box came in the mail to my office where it sat all afternoon in discreet brown packaging. Now, finally home and sat on my bed, the wrappings discarded, I run my fingers over my new wrist and ankle cuffs feeling the supple leather, the softness of the lining against my skin. A thousand scenes race through my mind at once. In all of them he's standing over me and I am powerless.

I know that I won't see the muse for another three months. Should I try them on now? Should I wait? Can I wait? Of course I can't, who do I think I'm fooling? Besides, he'll want photos.

The photos need to be just so. Five inch heels. My hair pulled back like it will be in May to improve the view of his cock sliding between my lips. The long black corset I bought last year to surprise him at Christmas.

I lay out the rest of the things I'll need - my camera and tripod, a dildo, the glass butt plug - get dressed, fasten all the buckles on my new restraints. I gaze down at myself. I look...well, how do I look? I turn to the mirror seeking an answer. Owned, replies my reflection. You looked owned.

Vacation 2

I'd tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I finally drifted off just after dawn. Being abruptly awakened half an hour later would normally have made me incredibly angry. But when the muse slapped me across the face and I opened my eyes to find him kneeling over me I was too tired and groggy to object. "Suck my cock," he growled, grabbing my hair at the back of my head and forcing his cock into my mouth. I struggled to breathe as he pushed my head down onto him and battered the back of my throat. My eyes watered with the effort not to gag on him.

Just when I was sure I was going to suffocate he let go of my head and instead got on top of me, pinning my arms at my side and and slamming his hard cock into my aching and soaking wet pussy. "I own you," he said as he fucked me with a level of brutality I hadn't seen from him all week. "You're mine to fuck however I want, whenever I want. You're a filthy slut to be used for my pleasure." I feared the bed would break from the way it was shaking, and I was sure I was going to have bruises on my inner thighs from being pounded so hard. I struggled to get my arms free as I begged him to use me, to let me be his dirty whore and never stop fucking me. I felt him shoot his spunk deep inside my already painfully sore pussy.

He climbed off of me and laid back down. I'd been asking him to wake me up with sex for over a year. "I thought that was never going to happen," I smiled.

"Of course it was," he said, wrapping me in his arms. "It's just the first time I've ever been awake before you." I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Vacation

"Don't move," he said, and I didn't. I held completely still as he slid his cock all the way inside me with excruciating slowness and then stopped. I stayed still as stone as he slowly pulled it all the way back out. I held myself frozen while he gradually pushed himself back inside of me. I could feel my orgasm building with every single slow, deliberate thrust. I fought the urge to move my hips to meet him. I struggled to keep my body from shaking. I forced myself not to make a sound. When he finally allowed me to move, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and cried out as I came so hard and so long I thought it might never stop.

When I'd caught my breath he kissed me. "Don't move," he said again, and I didn't.

So went the morning.

Christmas Present

"So did you bring it?" An old friend from home had asked me to get him a jersey from my local football team. I stopped over his place when I went home for the holidays to give it to him.

"Of course I did."

"Well where is it?"

I slipped off my floor length winter coat and handed it to him, revealing his new jersey that I'd been wearing underneath like a too short dress and accessorized with nothing but a garter belt and stockings. "It's right here," I said, turning my back on him and walking toward his bedroom. "But you'll have to come and take it from me."

Winning

"Exactly what is your problem?" I asked the boy from Lunch and Should Have the second we were alone in the car. We'd been talking on and off for a few months and it always went the same way. The conversation would heat up until the point where any normal guy would make a move, at which point he would panic and run away. The last time I'd seen him he'd jumped at the chance to drive me home at the end of the night and spent 20 minutes kissing me in the car, but when I invited him inside for more I was met with a lame excuse about having to get up early in the morning. This night had gone about the same. I was wearing my cocksucker t-shirt when I went to see him play a show with his band. He couldn't figure out the picture and I had to explain it to him. We wound up having a text message conversation about it from opposite sides of the room:

Lunch: Wait a minute, does that mean that your shirt is a cocksucker or that you are?
Me: If you weren't such a fucking tease you'd already know the answer to that question.
Lunch: haha, just keep it in your mouth til I'm done.
Me: Of course I would. I didn't know there was another way to do it.
Lunch: well obviously you are not catholic
Me: Nope, just a heathen protestant trying to get in your pants.

I didn't get an answer to that.

I don't like being told no. I wasn't even being told no specifically, I was just being stymied by his indecision and whether it was due him being a good Catholic boy or just finding me intimidating the result was the same: I wanted to fuck Lunch and his crisis of conscience was keeping me from getting what I wanted. I was growing increasingly annoyed with this and probably should have written him off, but by then it had become something of a contest in my head and I was determined to win. And now that I had him alone again I wasn't about to let him off the hook. "I know you're attracted to me because you've said so and also you can't keep your eyes off me any time we're in the same room. And you know I think you're cute, so what is the deal with you?"
 
"I just don't know if it's a good idea."
 
"Why the hell not? I'm not trying to marry you, [Lunch], I'm just trying to get in your pants, but for some reason you're turning it into some kind of existential crisis."
 
"Well maybe that's my problem, we're not going out."
 
"Bullshit. You're making the whole thing into a much bigger deal than it actually is. I want to sleep with you and you want to sleep with me, but instead you'd rather just be a big pussy. You're ridiculous, man. And now you're going to drive me home and I'm going to ask you to come in and you're going to tell me no, even though you know that's what I want and you know it's what you want!"
 
"Well, what about your roommate?"
 
"He's not even home, he's at work."
 
"Yeah, but he might come home."
 
"No. Now you're just making shit up. You don't get to use that as an excuse, so here's what we're going to do: If just taking me home and dropping me off is what you really want to do then fine, take me home. But if you want to sleep with me, and I know that you do, then you need to man up right now and turn the car around so we can go back to your place."
 
He turned the car around.
 
I have to give him some credit. Despite making the whole thing a huge hassle AND despite the fact that he continued to argue with me about whether it was a good idea the entire way to his apartment (including what might be a clue to his reluctance when he asked me - twice - "But what if you think that I suck?"), once he conceded that I couldn't be talked out of it he went all in. The moment the elevator doors closed I was his: he pulled me against him and kissed me hard, his hands instantly under my skirt and gripping my ass. Inside his apartment he continued kissing me as he pushed me backwards into his bedroom stripping off my shirt and my bra as we went. He fell backward onto the bed and pulled me down on to.p of him, tugging my panties off and moving down o lick my very wet pussy. I noticed his pants had disappeared, I have no idea how or when he got them off. When he sat up to pull off his shirt I used the opportunity to take his cock into my mouth, but I didn't get to suck him very long before he was pushing me onto my back and sliding his cock deep inside me. I came almost immediately with my legs up on his shoulders. Then he pulled me back on top of him with his body half hanging off the bed, his hands pushing against the edge of the mattress and pushing him deeper inside me as I rode his cock hard. So hard in fact that right after the second time I came we fell right off the edge of the bed and landed giggling in a pile on the floor. We stood up and he bent me over the edge of the bed, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded me hard from behind. I lost my balance and fell forward onto the bed. He fell on top of me, holding my arms down at my sides and slamming into me until I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he came.
 
He rolled off me and lay back on the bed exhausted. I crawled over and laid next to him, smiling. "Now explain to me," I said teasingly, "why you made me wait so long for that."
 
"I really have no idea. You feel fucking amazing," he answered.
 
I win.

Should Have

I should have made a move that first night. The night we met when you couldn't take your eyes off me. When you kept coming up with excuses to take more photos of me and when you asked me whether ribbed condoms really made a difference for her pleasure. "I'm very attracted to you," you'd blurted out, and I giggled and thanked you, but if I'd known that was the closest you'd get that night to asking me to come home with you I'd have done things differently.

It's a dark corner there where they've tucked away the two ladies rooms. No one would have noticed had I taken your hand and pulled you into the second one, locking the door behind us and kissing you hard as my body pressed against you and pushed your back against the wall. My fingers would have instantly started working on the buttons of your fly and when your pants dropped to your knees I'd have dropped to mine and taken your entire cock into my mouth at once. I'd have sucked you in long deep strokes, feeling your cock growing harder in my mouth and my pussy growing wetter and soaking through my panties. They'd have to come off. Realizing this, I'd have stood up and let them drop to the floor, taking your hand again as I stepped backwards out of them until I was half leaning and half sitting on the edge of the sink. I would have pulled you close and wrapped my legs around your waist, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as you held me by the hips and slid your cock inside of me. You'd have fucked me more roughly than you normally would for your first time with a new girl, but you'd have known that was what I wanted from you when I moved one hand from the counter edge to you ass to urge you deeper. You'd have felt my pussy pulsing around your cock when I came and my legs would have lost their grip around your waist and fallen open while I leaned back with my head against the mirror trying to get my breath back. I'd have smiled when I felt your fingertips digging into my thighs, pounding me hard until your cock exploded inside me. I would have pushed you away as I slid off the edge of the sink, snatching up my panties off the floor and kissing you while I surreptitiously stuffed them into your back pocket for you to find later on when you got home.

In hindsight I should have done all that, but there was no way I could have known that you wouldn't have the balls to invite me home with you later on or how long you would end up making me wait for it.