An American Houseguest Ch. 06

"I can't say I much like your tone," I say. I'm surprised at how direct I've become.

"Oh, Jake, never mind," she says, softening. "I'm like an impatient, impetuous girl, you know that. It's just that I want you so. I told you... You know, you gave me one of the best orgasms of my life this afternoon. I just want to experience it again."

She gives me a look right out of a Vogue cover. God, she's good.

"Come, Jake. Remember when you were telling me the story of the princess. It was so moving...So exciting...You told it so vividly."

She was whispering now.

"I could feel what that princess was feeling... Feel it deep inside me....How she desired the young knight so... How she longed to be touched by him... To be taken by him... To feel him inside her... To feel his big, hard cock pushing deep inside her... Remember?"

I start to feel a stirring in my groin. She's getting to me. I don't want her to, but she's getting to me.

"How she would touch herself thinking about him...Watching him...Seeing how big he got watching her. Because he wanted her so."

I feel my heart starting to pound and the bulge in my pants grow bigger.

"You've got a good memory," I say.

"Because it's such a wonderful story, Jake. So vivid. So well told. You're a wonderful writer, Jake. You know why? Because you inspire. Your words inspire. When I was waiting for you, I was thinking about your story and I was touching myself. It's true. Your words were inspiring me to touch myself. "

"Is that right?" I ask.

"I swear. Before you came in, I was thinking about the Knight dressed as a monk. And how he snuck into my room, and found me tied up. It's a very sexy story, Jake. I had to touch myself. I couldn't help it."

I notice she's sliding her foot up and down the sheet, slowly, causing her negligee to hike up, showing off her legs. Her hand is playing with the strap like she's thinking about pulling it down.

"Show me," I say abruptly.

"What?"

"You said thinking about my story inspires you. Show me. I want to see exactly how it inspires you."

A flash of recognition creeps over her face as she looks at me through half closed eyes.

"You want me to show you?"

"Yes."

She thinks a moment.

"You like to watch, is that it? It turns you on to see a woman give herself pleasure."

"I just want to see what you were doing. What you were thinking about when you were recalling my story."

Tentatively, she brings her hand to her shoulders.

"Well, I told you. I was thinking about the young Knight. With his handsome face....His broad shoulders... And his strong arms."

Her hands were slowly pulling down the straps of her negligee.

"I was thinking how much he liked to watch me. How he liked to watch me undress. Slowly pulling the satiny fabric over my breasts. Like this."

She slid the straps over her shoulders, slowly revealing the tops of her breasts.

"It feels so good. How the fabric feels against my breasts. Against my nipples. I have very sensitive nipples. Do you want to see my nipples, Jake?"

I'm watching her slowly unveil her perfect breasts and my cock is growing long and hard. I can't find any words to answer.

"That's a 'yes' I presume."

She slowly pulls the front of her negligee so that it reveals the rosy glow of her aureole. Then her pert, pink nipples. Then her entire breasts.

"I was thinking how much the young Knight liked to look at my breasts. How beautiful he found them. Do you like my breasts, Jake?"

My cock is pressing against my pants now. The pressure is tremendous. I see her look down at my crotch. She can see just how long and hard I am.

"I like to blow on my nipples. Like this. And I like to touch them. Lightly at first. Rolling them with my fingertips. Mmmmmm. That feels so good. I told you how sensitive they are."

My cock is extended completely across the front of my pants. I'm totally erect. She keeps looking at it and licking her lips. She continues her monologue.

"I like to gently brush my fingers over them. Like this. I imagine it's you, the Knight, who's touching them. That makes me so hot. See how they're getting hard. They get that way when I'm really hot. Like right now."

I'm breathing faster now. She's got me in her spell.

"I think about you touching them. Maybe you get a little rough with them too. Maybe you pinch them. And tweak them. Like this. I like that a lot."

She's breathing heavier too. She's pulled her legs up and spread her knees. I can see her pussy and it's wet. Glistening.

"Touch your pussy," I gasp. "I want to watch you touch your pussy."

Her hand moves quickly between her legs. She's panting now.

"Like this? You like it like this?"

She slides her fingers along the slit and slips it deep into her wetness.

"I think about you touching me like this. Exploring me. Penetrating me. Fucking me with your fingers. Oh, Jake, I want you to touch me like this. I want you to be inside my pussy. I want to feel you inside me."

She's rubbing her clitoris now and starting to tremble.

"I want that big Knight cock inside my pussy. That big, hard cock of yours deep inside my wet, hot pussy. Like this, Jake. I want you to fuck me like this."

She's pushing three fingers into her hole. In and out. Her breasts are heaving and her nipples are huge.

"Fuck my pussy, Jake...Please fuck my pussy...I want you to shove it in me...Fill me up...Make me come."

She's spreading her lips with one hand and sliding the fingers of the other in and out. Her arms are pressing her breasts together. I'm getting dizzy watching what's transpiring before my eyes. I go to the bureau drawer and pull out a handful of stockings.

"We have to do this according to the story," I say. "The King had you tied up. Remember? To keep you from seeing the Knight. He tied up your arms to the bedpost. Like this. Good and tight. And the other one. So you couldn't touch yourself."

He moves to her legs.

"And your legs too. They were tied like this. Spread wide. So you couldn't run. And the light. There was no light. It was completely dark. So when you heard someone sneaking into your room. You had no idea who it was. Just that he was getting closer. Maybe you could feel his breath on your body. But he wouldn't speak; for fear that they'd be discovered. He moved in silence and you were at his mercy."

Veronique's body is writhing. Her negligee is pulled down on top and hiked up, exposing both her breasts and her dripping wet pussy. It takes every ounce of will power not to rip off my pants and fuck her senseless.

"Yes, I want that," she says in a husky voice. "I'm totally at his mercy. He can have me any way he wants. You can have me any way you want. Use me. Use my body."

I go to the lamp and yank the cord out of the wall, casting the room in darkness. I make my way to the door and open it. Light from the corridor streams through the room to reveal Veronique tied up on the bed, arms and legs spread, her breasts heaving, her nipples erect, and her pussy wet and waiting. I take one last look and then pull the door shut.

Veronique lay in the darkness. Her head was spinning. She was filled with a mixture of arousal and apprehension. She had never been so turned on sexually. Yet, this was new territory for her; she liked being in control. She wanted so much to be filled with Jake's cock; but now she was completely vulnerable. Laying exposed like this, in the pitch darkness, was scary and incredibly exciting at the same time. She wanted so badly to finger herself, to bring herself to orgasm, but she couldn't.

And that made her even more excited.

She thought about the moment she first laid eyes on Jake. That first day, when she first saw him in the living room, with his dark good looks and his strapping body. The way he moved. And when she saw him on the terrace, in his Speedo fresh from swimming, she made up her mind. She had to have him. That body. That ass. She would have him before the week was out.

And when she saw how big he became, dancing with her, that's when she knew he would fill her. Fill her so gloriously. That young, strong, strapping body fucking her the way her husband never could.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door opening in the other room. Then, a click and it was dark again. Is that him? She heard no footsteps. No rustling. Was that a figure at the foot of the bed? It was so dark. Pitch black. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Then, the slightest breeze. Or was it a breath? She felt a warm caress of air on her inner calf. And then the gentle brush of lips on her skin. Yes! It was him. Jake. The Knight. With the stolen key. To bring her salvation. Fulfillment.

She felt the soft lick of his tongue, on the back of her knee. Then the inside of the other knee. He was working his way up her leg. She felt a warm tingle in her pussy. Then, a full wet kiss on the inside of one thigh. Then the other. It felt incredibly warm and sensuous, like a slipping into a hot bath.

Then, another kiss, an inch higher. And then another. From one leg to another, working closer to her now burning pussy. When he kissed the inside of her upper thigh, she let out a loud, long moan. It was too much.

She wanted him to lick her so badly. To feel his tongue deep in her pussy. She needed it. But he was taking his time, getting closer and closer. Her head was spinning she was so hot.

At last, she felt his tongue slide along the hot, wet slit of her pussy. It was like a bubbling cauldron. She let out a cry and strained against the nylon ties. Again, the tongue stroked her pussy and again she cried out. She couldn't stand it anymore. When he slipped his tongue inside her, she felt she would faint.

He built the tension expertly, taking her up the elevator. When she thought she could take no more, she felt his tongue sink deep inside her, and then pull out and slide it over her clit.

Over and over. In...and out...In....and out.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Je viens!...................Je viens!.................. Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she cried, her body shaking, the orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

After her orgasm subsided, the kissing commenced again, moving inexorably up her body. To her tummy. To her ribs. The sides of her body. Her arms. To the space between her breasts. All she could feel were his lips. And his tongue. No other part of his body was touching her.

Then he began to gently kiss the underside of her breasts. Tonguing them, lightly at first. She felt the tip of his tongue exploring her in the darkness. He circled her aureole with his tongue and kisses. She knew her nipples were big. She could tell. They always got big when she got really hot.

And she was really, really hot.

"Oh, Jake," she moaned. "I want you to lick my nipples. Take them in your mouth and suck them. Suck them hard!"

She felt his tongue glide over her nipple. She felt him softly encircle it with his lips and suck. It felt incredible. Then, he found the other one and did the same. As he sucked them, he let his tongue dance over the soft flesh and she started to shake again. She felt the elevator rising once again. She started to shake and writhe. From just his mouth and tongue on her breasts.

"Fuck me!" she moaned loudly. "Please fuck me my gorgeous Knight! I want to feel your cock inside me! I beg you!"

"Shhhhhhh!" and she felt his index finger against her lips.

That's right, she thought. She and the Knight mustn't be discovered. The King and his men mustn't hear. But it was so hard. She was so turned on, she wanted to be loud. She wanted to call out his name. She wanted to scream.

He continued his sensuous sojourn up her body. To the top of her breasts. To her shoulders. To her neck. It was while he was kissing her neck when she felt it. The first sensation that wasn't his mouth or tongue touching her. A hot, hard pressure against her labial lips. It was the tip of his glorious cock pressing against her pussy.

She felt his fingers on one hand reach down and spread her lips so the tip could push inside her. Straining against the silk restraints she felt helpless, afraid of what was coming. And yet she felt eager too, for this is what she longed for. To feel his cock, finally, entering her.

Slowly he pushed his huge muscle inside her. She felt herself spread to accept him and for a moment she panicked. What if I can't accept him. If he's too big. I can't resist. I'm completely helpless. He can do whatever he wants to me. I'm defenseless. Her heart was already pounding and yet it raced faster. He must have sensed her fear because he stopped pushing it in and slowly pulled it out.

She was relieved but scared in another way. What if he changed his mind and he doesn't want to fuck me? What if he's pulling out for good? I'll never know how it feels to be filled by him. To be totally and completely fucked by this man that I've wanted so much. She was starting to panic again, but for the exact opposite reason.

But his retreat was only temporary. He pulled the head out and then push it back into her warm, wet folds. Deeper now. And she let out a gasp.

He liked making her gasp. So he pulled out and pushed in again, only deeper. And she moaned. And he did it again, and pushed deeper still, and she cried out. One more time he pushed deep inside her and she let out a long, loud moan. She was loving it.

He wanted to bury his cock in her, push as deep as he could go. See how she would react. And he did. Plunging his big, throbbing cock deep into her wetness until it could go no further.

It was a feeling she'd never felt before. She was totally helpless, exposed, and vulnerable. Her legs and arms were spread and tied down. It was dark and this big, strong man was on top of her, pushing his huge cock into her, penetrating her, filling her completely. It was a feeling she'd only dreamt of and now it was happening. She let out a carnal scream that she'd never before uttered. Her body shook. And she came.

She more than came--she had the most electrifying orgasm of her life.

He was on top of her now. His strong chest was pressed against her as he plunged his cock deep inside her, again and again. He loved making her come. He'd wanted to for so long. Every thrust was a kind of payback, lust and resentment combined. Pure animal desire.

After she came, he didn't slow his pumping. He kept it up because he wanted to show her. Show here what he could do. What she was missing.

He lifted himself up on his hands and pressed his pelvis into her. He was buried up to the hilt inside her and he rotated his hips to rub her clitoris. She started moaned plaintively, as if she couldn't believe there was more to come. He hadn't come, of course and he wasn't even close to through with her. Oh no. He wanted to get his fill.

He started to think about her being tied up. The high and mighty mistress of the house finally laid low. All the times she made him feel inferior, like a piece of meat. Who's the piece of meat now, he thought to himself. I'll give you my meat, you piece of meat.

And he started to thrust hard into her. Lightning strikes pounding her pussy. She cried out with every thrust. And every cry made him want to pound her harder. She was so wet he slid deep inside like a hot knife through butter.

With every thrust, she felt filled by him. Pierced by him. He was fucking her so hard she was on the verge of losing consciousness. She was moaning loudly--throaty, guttural sounds, every time his cock penetrated her. She felt her body was being used. Used for complete and total sexual gratification. She loved every moment of it.

He felt like an animal, not a man. He felt like an animal overcome by pure sexual hunger. He was thrusting and grinding like a wild animal might, all libido, all sexual instinct. He was growling now, and pumping her pussy. Faster and faster. Sinking his long cock as far into her as it would go.

He was getting what he wanted. Wanted so badly. To have her. To fuck her. To dominate her.

His orgasm came with a fury he had not known. It built from deep within him and when he climaxed he felt a rush of electricity throughout his body. A flood of cum shot through his cock and sprayed deep in her insides. He moaned loudly and rode the orgasm until it slowly subsided. Then he collapsed on her splayed and spent body.

The long wait was over.