Georgetta: The Bet Part II
by The Dolphin (MF cons light-bd)
The Bet Part II: Saturday Morning
Chapter 12: Now who's in Charge??
Copyright 2000 The Dolphin31p@hotmail.com
"I think I want to fuck you on the bed, slave" she told him as he walked
through the door and back into the bedroom. "Sit down on the edge of the
bed, gently and softly, or this is the last time this weekend you'll get so
much as a look at me," she told him, in her most authoritative tone. She
knew the smile on her face took some of the effect away, but it certainly
seemed to do the trick. Being in charge was kind of fun!
Chris carefully walked over across the carpeting and carefully sat down on
the edge of the bed, holding an ass cheek firmly each hand and keeping her
pulled tightly to him. She felt his muscles ripple in his chest and under
the skin of his arms as he shifted her weight around and carefully sat down
on the bed with her in his lap. Sometimes, she forgot how much larger and
stronger Chris was than she. He was well over 6'2" and 200 pounds, and
dwarfed her petite size 4 frame.
"Lean back on the bed, my slave, and rest your weight on your elbows," she
told him, and he did as he was told. She lowered her knees onto the
mattress on either side of his hips and crawled slowly and languidly up onto
his reclined body. She let her fingernails run down his chest, perhaps as
little harder than she had planned. Slight red scratches gleamed up at her
from the skin on his chest in the wake of her fingernails. "Oops, I seem to
have scratched you, slave" she told him,
"Now what, Mistress?" he asked her from his position on the bed, ignoring
the red marks she had made. She was pleased that he had adapted to the role
change.
"Use your legs and arms to move us further onto the bed, and then rotate us
so that you can put you head on the pillows. Do this carefully and slowly -
I don't want to fall off of you, however!" she told him.
He lifted his buttocks up off the bed, lifting her into the air and
balancing her on his hips and pelvic area, and moved himself backwards onto
the mattress. Then, by moving his arms and legs, still carefully keeping
her balanced, he rotated them on the bed to move his head closer to the
pillows and his feet towards the foot of the bed. Squarely placing his feet
on the mattress, he lifted upwards and slid his head and chest backwards,
moving towards the top of the bed.
Georgetta again watched the muscles ripple and move in his upper chest and
arms as he repositioned them on the bed.
After he had positioned them near the headboard, he asked her again, "now
what, Mistress?"
"Hmmm, I like this 'Mistress' thing," she thought to himself. "Put your
hands behind your head, spread your feet apart, and don't move until I tell
you that you may," she told him. He followed her instructions, locking his
fingers behind his head and moving his feet apart.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, and slowly lifted herself up off of
him. She noticed that the mound under his shorts was a bit larger than it
had been a few minutes before. "Hmmm - what do we have here? Is something
astir here?" she asked him, looking speculatively down at his shorts.
"You do have a certain effect on me, Mistress," he replied.
"Well spoken, slave. Lift up your hips for me - I wish these shorts to be
off of you."
Chris lifted his hips, and she slid her fingers inside the waistband of his
shorts, pulling them down. He brought his legs together and raised them off
the bed, and she removed them from his legs.
She slid back up beside him on the bed and eyed his cock appraisingly. She
reached out with her right hand and lifted it up by its head. Still only
semi-erect, it flopped back down against his abdomen when she let it go.
"Rather pathetic, slave," she told him, trying to keep from chuckling as she
did so.
"Mistress did not think so just a little while ago," came his reply.
Georgetta turned and slapped him across the cheek, harder and louder than
she intended. "Do not presume to think you understand what your Mistress
did or did not think, slave." She said it as menacingly as she could, but
looked on with some concern as he brought his hands down from behind his
head to touch his face where she had hit him. His face was turning red, she
realized. 'Oops - might have gone too far with that one, Georgetta,' she
thought to herself.
"Do not presume to think that way again," she told him, but couldn't help
herself and giggled.
Still rubbing his face, Chris replied, "I'm sorry Mistress. It will not
happen again." But he was smiling as he said it.
"It had better not," she replied. "You will lick my pussy now," she told
him, surprising herself. Neither of them swore much at all, let alone used
anything at all as explicit as the language they had both been using over
the last twelve hours.
"Yes Mistress," he said.
She moved up his body and then placed her knees on either side of his head,
and lowered herself directly onto his mouth. She grasped the headboard with
either hand, and felt his tongue begin to lick and nibble on her clitoris
and pussy. She closed his eyes and relaxed down on top of him as he started
her favorite nibbling and licking motion. Chris was far and away the best
man she had ever met at oral sex - his lips and tongue seemed to quickly
find just the right spots to get her off, or to keep her hanging on the edge
of release for hours and hours. He was using the slower approach this time,
using his tongue to flick back and forth over her clitoris for several
strokes before switching to the less sensitive outer edges and areas of her
pussy. He would continuously rotate his attentions from place to place on
her opening, slowly building up the sexual tensions inside her.
She dropped her left hand to her own breasts and started carefully twisting
and tweaking the nipples of either breast through the white fabric of the
camisole. Her breasts were very sensitive from the morning's experiences,
so she was careful as she massaged them. Under her, Chris continued the
oral onslaught, picking up the pace and centering more and more attention on
her tender clitoris. She felt his tongue press into her, feeling the push
and probing of his tongue on the insides of her pussy.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh" she started, feeling yet another
orgasm start to build. "More slave - more right there -
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhhhh - YYYYYEEEESSSSSSSSS!" she cried out as the
orgasm ripped through her. She felt Chris's tongue focus solely on her
clit, flicking back and forth over that nub as she shook with the orgasm.
Moments later, she had to lift herself off of his face, sparing her tender
clit from any further oral ministrations.
She looked down at his face, his lips and chin covered in her juices and
smiling back up at her. "That was very, very good, Slave. Mistress is
pleased."
"That is very good, Mistress," he replied, continuing to play his part.
"Is Slave excited?" she asked. She carefully relaxed and leaned back
slightly setting her butt onto his chest. Keeping one hand still on the
headboard for balance, she reached back behind her and let her hand trail
down his chest, through his pubic hair to find his penis. He was erect
again, and felt hard and stiff beneath her fingers. "Oh yesssss - Slave is
excited isn't he?
She looked down and saw Chris nod affirmatively beneath her.
"Does my Slave think he's earned attention from his Mistress?"she asked him,
idly stroking his length with her fingers. She had an idea as to how to get
him to play along with her plan.
Chris nodded again. Georgetta flexed her legs, lifting her backside up off
his chest. She slowly backed herself down his body, and for a moment let
his erection press up against her vaginal opening. His cock nestled right
into her pussy opening, and slid so nicely across her wet pussy lips that it
took more than a bit of her willpower not to simply sink down on him right
then and there, but she managed to regain control, and continued downwards,
backing her legs down over his and bringing his penis up past her breasts.
She gathered her free hair in her left hand and dropped her lips down around
the head of his prick. Opening her mouth, she took his head inside her
mouth, and swirled her tongue around the ring. Adjusting her head and neck,
she opened her mouth wider and slid her mouth down its length.
Letting her hair go completely, she placed her hands on either side of his
hips, bracing herself against the mattress, and sucked on his penis, pulling
it deeper into her mouth. She adjusted the angle of her neck and head,
remembering how they had just done this out in the kitchen, and pressed her
head down farther towards his pelvis. His penis slipped deeper into her
mouth, to the back of her throat. She gagged again, readjusted positions,
and pressed in again. She felt the head of his penis slip down her throat,
and her nose hit his lower abdomen muscles as she throated his length.
She pulled up and let his penis slip from her mouth, and looked up at him.
Chris was staring in amazement down at her. "Does my slave like that?" she
asked. He wordlessly nodded yes. She bent down, took the head of his prick
in her mouth, and started down again. She felt the same reaction again -
the slight gagging reflex when he pressed against the back of her throat and
then the shifting reflex as he slid into her throat. In between each
deep-throating of his cock, she would take only the first two or three
inches into her mouth, and let her hand slide up and down his length. Then
she would reposition and then deep-throat him again, and then do three or
four short bobs on his cock. Up and then all the way slowly down, back up,
and then three or four short bobbing motions.
Each trip back down his length was a bit easier than the first, although the
feeling of his large cock inside her throat still felt pretty weird. His
cock was getting thoroughly coated with her saliva, and glistened as she
came up off of it. Part of her was very excited at being able to do this
for him, but a small part of her still thought about throwing up. Luckily,
she managed to subdue the part that wanted to throw-up - it would kind of
ruin the mood if she suddenly upchucked all over her cooperative slave!
She slowly did three more cycles of this routine and then stopped, and then
brought her head back up off of him, letting his penis slip from her mouth.
"Why did you stop?" he asked her.
She reached up and laid an open-handed slap on his stomach.
"It is not your place to question me, Slave," she told him.
"Yes Mistress," he replied, wincing. She watched his hands and arms twitch
as if to move down and protect himself from another slap, but he caught
himself and left his hands intertwined behind his head.
She crawled slowly up his body, briefly letting his penis press across her
pussy, and then sat down partly on his stomach. She held her hands up in
front of her, in front of his face.
"Now, slave, unfasten these," she told him, indicating the leather cuffs
around either of her wrists. With a suspicious expression on his face, he
released his fingers from behind his head and reached up to her left wrist.
A few deft motions and the leather wrist bracelet was off her left wrist,
and moments later he unbuckled the cuff on the other wrist.
"Now hold up your wrists for me," she commanded him. He held his hands up
in front of her, his hands in loose fists. She took the first cuff from his
fingers and buckled it onto his left wrist, and then repeated the process on
the second. She barely got them buckled onto him, having to use the last
hole in the strap.
"Place your wrists up and towards the bed posts, and leave them there.
Don't move!!" she told him, and watch him comply. He stretched his arms
out, moving either arm towards the sides of the headboard. She placed her
hands on his chest and then lifted off him completely, and before he could
say anything, jumped off the bed.
"Stay there, Slave!", she told him, and ran carefully across the bedroom,
and into the living room. Having not walked since earlier that morning, she
had forgotten that she had the four-inch heels on, and she wobbled
momentarily in the carpeting before regaining her balance and walking
quickly through the rooms. She scooped up several of the loose chains, and
after a second glance, the vibrator, and strolled back into the bedroom.
She set the vibrator down on the dresser, and then turned to Chris with the
other items.
"Your turn, Slave," she said to him, and waited to see his response. He was
still laying against the headboard, arms outstretched, watching her. She
wasn't entirely sure he would go along with this part - putting on the wrist
cuffs was one thing, but actually letting her tie him was another. "The
safe word is 'Thunderbird'" she reminded him. She really hoped he would go
along with this, but wasn't sure.
"Well, okay," he said to her finally, "but only for a little while. I'm not
the one who lost the bet," he reminded her.
"Oh, goody!!!" she said to him, in her cutest and giddiest voice. She even
flounced slightly for his benefit, setting her breasts a quivering, and then
threw in one of her patented hair tosses,. She had long ago perfected the
'valley girl routine,'" and could call on the tone of voice and antics when
she chose to. It still amazed her the things she was able to learn at work
when the men she worked with assumed her intelligence was equal to her bust
size! A little flirting, some suggestive moves, and she was usually able to
get them to do almost anything for her. And it was going to work again!
She approached the bed with the two chains. He watched her dubiously, but
left his hands out near either bedpost. She quickly looped one chain around
the headboard, and then, looking him in the eyes, snapped the lock onto his
right wrist.
"Ummmm, Georgetta?" he said to her as she walked around the bed, as he
pulled with his right wrist against the chain locking him to the headboard.
"Yes, Slave, did you want to ask your MISTRESS a question?" she replied, She
was wrapping the second chain around the other side of the headboard now.
"Ummmm...well...I...ummmm" he intoned, and glanced with his eyes from her
eyes
downward to his prick. She glanced down to see that he was fully erect.
His penis was red and shiny, still glinting with her saliva and even some of
his pre-come.
"We'll get right back to that in a moment, Slave. Mistress is just
finishing her preparations." She told him, and then locked the chain onto
his left wrist. He glanced up at either wrist and shook his arms, rattling
the chains. The headboard was a pretty solid and thick oaken headboard, and
she didn't think he'd free himself. "But, seeing as you are being so good,
she jumped onto the bed, and crawled on top of him, but facing down his
body. She leaned down and brought her mouth to his penis. She also
carefully positioned her rear end just out of the reach of his head and
lips.
She gave the head of his penis a quick kiss, and then flewxed her legs and
hips so that she could look back up between them to look up at her lover.
"Slave is being such a good slavey-wavey," she told him in baby-talk tones.
He looked back at her briefly with a grin, and then resumed trying to reach
her pussy with his tongue. She wiggled her butt suggestively in his face,
looking back at him playfully. Then she returned her attentions to his
wavering prick.
Dropping her mouth to his penis, she pushed her head down, and pressed her
lips all the way down to his abdomen. She found that each time she did this
it got a little easier - she hadn't really even gagged (much) when he
slipped down her throat. She came back up and then went back down twice
more -- just enough to get him going again. When she heard his first groan
she knew it was time to stop, so pulled off him again, this time letting her
teeth scrape lightly up the sides of his penis, and then let his dick pop
from between her lips with a loud slurp. That was enough of a reward for
the moment!'
She had already realized it would not be as simple for her to tease and
torment him, as it had been for him to tease and torment her. It wasn't as
if she could just use the vibrator on him - she didn't really think he would
cooperate if she tried to stick a vibrator inside of him! So she had
decided that a little more "Mistress" participation on her part would be
needed to keep him just on the edge of frustration, not to mention the fun
she would have in doing it!
So, leaving him fastened to the headboard, she got up off the bed and walked
carefully out of the room. She heard his pained cries calling for her to
come back to him, but tuned them out - she already knew how she would quiet
him down. She closed the door to the bedroom and walked over to the
refrigerator. She needed to give him (and herself!) a few minutes to cool
down before going back in for the next event. She pulled the orange juice
from refrigerator and poured herself a tall glass. The cold air from the
fridge felt good on her hot body as she stood in front of it barely dressed,
and replaced the carton.
She walked across the kitchen and over to the hall mirror. She reached up
and readjusted the white "Naughty Angel" camisole, and then glanced in the
hall mirror and straightened the wording across her chest. She spotted the
panty on the floor under the kitchen table leg, and strode over to the table
and bent over to retrieve it. The front panel was still damp from her
earlier morning escapades, but she carefully tied the two bows on either
corner, and pulled it back on, readjusting the bows slightly to properly
center it over her dark bush.
She straightened the stockings and readjusted her garter belt, and then went
back and checked herself out in the mirror. Her hair was a complete mess
from the morning's escapades, so she spent several long minutes brushing her
dark tresses. She removed the two ponytail fastenings, intending to leave
her hair hanging free, and gave it a few extra brushstrokes to really make
it shine. She reapplied the lipstick, again using her reddest color, and
gave herself a final look-over in the mirror. "I'd certainly want to fuck
me!" she thought to herself with an impish grin. "Now back to my handsome
captive," she said into the air.
* * * * *
Chris rattled the chains once more, even though he knew they were tight and
weren't about to come loose. It just felt better to do anything other than
simply sit there waiting patiently for Georgetta to come back to him. His
penis was throbbing painfully. She had almost brought him off with those
last few deep strokes on his prick, and now he was twitching and throbbing,
wanting to release its load into her warm and soft mouth. He closed his
eyes and pictured the sight of his dick vanishing into her mouth, and
thought again of how good it had felt. He was really glad he had thought to
push her to deep throat him when he had had the chance at the kitchen table,
and even more so that she had tried to do so on her own at her next
opportunity. She had certainly remembered what she had learned!!!
But now she had left him. "Georgetta!!" he called out again at the closed
bedroom door. It remained shut. He sighed and closed his eyes, and rested
his head against the pillow.
He heard the door open and looked up to see his lover walk back into the
room, albeit now wearing a little bit more clothing. She had put on the
same white outfit she had been wearing when he had found her this morning in
the kitchen, although she had let her hair down from the two ponytails, and
it now hung softly around her face. He loved Georgetta's hair, loved to
feel it, watch it move around her face, loved the smell of it - loved it
best when it hid her face as she sucked on his dick!!
Her breasts were straining against the white camisole, distorting the
letters of the 'Naughty Angel' slightly. He whistled slightly and gave a
wide grin - he hadn't really appreciated just how well she filled out that
camisole. The white cotton fabric clung tightly to the curves of her
breasts, enhancing them and hiding them mysteriously at the same time. The
garment trailed away to her waist, revealing the taut stomach above the
garter belt and white panty. He could clearly see the bikini lines from her
tan peeking out from the tanned flesh and the white lingerie. Even from
across the room he could see the damp spot on the front of the panties. She
had gotten dressed, but was still clearly very much aroused.
He thought it somewhat funny that he had to look around his erect penis to
see her - she had positioned herself in front of the bed directly opposite
his head, with his pulsing erection standing directly in his line of site.
If he didn't keep moving his head slightly from side to side, her face
became hidden from sight behind the head of his dick.
"Well, Slave" she said to him. "How does your mistress look?"
Thinking quickly, he replied, "like the vision from heaven an angel ought to
be, Mistress!". She smiled momentarily at the compliment, before catching
herself and trying to look intimidating again.
"I'm unhappy with you, my Slave. You have failed to please your Mistress,"
she told him.
Amazed, he asked her, "what have I done to disappoint you, Mistress?"
"You, my slave, have not satisfied your Mistress," she replied, although a
slight giggle betrayed her. She walked towards him as she spoke, stopping
at the foot of the bed, and looked at him over the footboard. "I'm ever so
horny," she told him, and brought her hands up to caress either breast. "My
body begs for attention, my breasts for unending kisses and caresses, and my
pussy for a man who can properly show me the respect and attention I
deserve!" she told him.
"Release me, Mistress, and I will prove that I am such a man!!" he cried to
her. She was standing now directly at the bottom of the bed, and as he
looked at her, it seemed that his prick was positioned directly in front of
the cleavage between her breasts. He wished very much that right now he was
between her breasts, with her warmth wrapped around his prick as he fucked
her beautiful breasts.
"I don't think so, Slave. I have discovered that your presents satisfies
much more than your pitiful attempts," she replied, and stepped away from
the bed towards the dresser.
"Mistress?" he asked her, confused. "My present?"
She stepped to the dresser and picked up the Teaser vibrator. "This
present, Slave. Your mistress finds this present very, very, satisfying,"
she told him. He watched as she turned it on and held the now-buzzing toy
against her cheek. Now in complete and total real amazement, he watched as
she slowly moved the sex toy down one side of her face, across her neck, and
then up the other cheek, feeling its vibrations against the soft skin of her
face.
Sensuously and slowly, she walked closer to him, stopping at the side of the
bed where he could still clearly see most of her body. "Mmmmmm," as she
rubbed the toy down her neck and dropped it down to the cleavage of her
breasts peeking out over the tight camisole. She suddenly moved it down
into that valley, and then wrapped her arms around her breasts, pushing the
globes together and trapping the silver toy between them.
"Is this where you would like that pitiful penis to be right now, Slave? Do
you think yourself worthy of having me engrip your tiny penis between my
glorious busom?" she asked him. She was still trying to be firm with this,
but he saw her momentarily smile.
"Where is she getting this stuff from?" he thought to himself. Must be
those trashy romance novels she's always reading. Then he realized that he
had been thinking about doing exactly that just moments ago! "Is she
reading my mind?" he thought to himself.
"Mmmmm, yeah baby, right there, baby," she said, speaking down to her
breasts. "Yessssss" she said, squeezing her breasts and shaking slightly
for his benefit. She brought her right hand up and pulled the vibrator from
between her breasts. He noticed both nipples protruding starkly against the
white fabric. Glancing down, he also saw the damp spot on the white panties
was now noticeably darker and larger.
She withdrew the vibrator from between her breasts and then rubbed it slowly
up and down over her nipples, alternating between the left and right. Her
free left hand squeezed and caressed her left breast when the vibrator was
rubbing her right. As he watched, entranced, the left hand left her breast
and wandered downwards across her stomach and belly button and stopped on
the damp spot on the panties.
"Look at me, Slave! Look at my eyes," she told him, and he snapped his
vision back up to look at her face. She was still smiling though, and
definitely enjoying herself.
"Well, I can play along with this for a few more minutes," he thought to
himself, "but then I'm going to need to do something about this erection."
She turned slowly then to her left, turning her backside to him and
swiveling her head to watch him watching her. "Are you watching me, Slave?"
she asked him over her shoulder.
"Yes Mistress!" he replied. He let his eyes drop quickly to see her bring
the vibrator around her hip and then begin moving upwards and downwards over
her panty-clad ass, just inside the white frame formed by the white garter
belt and garters to her stockings. Back and forth over either ass cheek she
moved it, occasionally changing hands to better stroke the curves on either
side of her buttocks. While one of her hands stroked her backside with
the vibrator, the other was caressing and moving over her other cheek. As
he continued watching, she brought the toy up over her right hip, and then
it reappeared on the tanned underside of her right thigh, just above the
stocking top. Then, it moved upwards and connected with the strip of white
fabric covering her pubic mound, and this time she let out the loud moan as
the tip of the buzzing toy touched against her.
"Oh Yes, Slave, this is so much better than you!" she told him. He looked
up guiltily to see her eyes on him, her brown ones sparkling merrily in the
light from the bedside lamps, and then dropped his eyes to watch her hand
and the vibrator between her legs. She didn't tell him not to look this
time, so he continued to gaze hungrily. He watched as she began rubbing the
tip of the toy up and down over the white fabric, dropping to the inside
thighs with every odd stroke or so. Her soft moans and chirps increased,
and he knew this wasn't entirely an act anymore - she was really getting
into it. She changed the angle of her stroke, and now it was the entire
side of the vibrator rubbing against her pantied mound, and not just the
small tip.
Her left hand was resting on her left knee, and the other hand began working
faster and faster between her legs. She was bent over now, thrusting her
buttocks towards him
"I think I need to get rid of these," she said, and brought her left hand up
to the bow on her left hip. She gave it a tug, and it unfastened. The
white strips of fabric fell away, exposing all of her backside to him. Her
right hand moved over and pulled open the other tug, and the slip of white
fabric fell away from her, fluttering softly to the floor.
She bent over completely, spreading her legs wider and touching her toes,
giving him a clear look at her ass and her pussy. She was clearly aroused,
as the lips of her pussy were slightly swollen, and he could see traces of
liquid along the length of her opening. He watched as she slowly brought
the vibrator up in her right hand, running it up her stocking-clad leg and
thigh and bringing the point right up to her opening. Not stopping, she
turned her hand, pressed the nose inside her, and then pushed. The toy
vanished into her, all the way to its knob, barely held between her
forefinger and thumb.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssssss-that feels sooooooo goooooddddd," she
exclaimed, looking back up at him from between her legs. He realized he was
holding his breath and exhaled in a loud sigh. He watched as she slowly
withdrew the toy from inside herself and then thrust it back in.
"Yesssssssssssssss!!!" she shrieked as her fingers pressed up against her
pussy lips, having thrust the toy completely inside her. He brought his
gaze back to her face only to see her watching him back, and then redirected
his gaze back between her legs. Slowly, she withdrew and then reinserted
the vibrator, and then again and again, faster and faster until it and her
hand were almost a blur between her legs. Her moans of "Yes" and "Ohhh" got
louder and more frequent as he watched his girlfriend fuck herself right
there in front of him - no more that two feet away from him.
Suddenly she stopped, and withdrew the vibrator. She stepped carefully
backwards a step or two, moving almost directly beside his upper chest and
exposed underarm on his left side. She brought her right foot up and placed
the white heel on the side of the bed near his left hip, bending her leg at
the knee. This brought her ass and pussy within inches of the side of his
body, no more than seven or eight inches away. Then she brought the
vibrator back up, pressed it against her, and thrust it home again. He
could smell her strongly now - a mixture of sweat and juices wafting through
the air and deep into his nostrils.
She resumed the fucking motion again, only now she was only a few inches
away. She moved her ass and hips back towards his face. He leaned forward,
trying to touch or taste her with his tongue, but she coyly held herself
just out of reach. She momentarily withdrew the vibrator from inside
herself and touched the tip of the toy to his tongue, and then reinserted it
inside herself. He swallowed this taste of her juices eagerly, but couldn't
reach her for more.
She was getting closer to another orgasm. He noticed her eyes had closed,
and the free hand alternated between steadying herself on the side of the
bed and massaging her breasts. Her right hand continued to move rapidly
between her legs. He heard the sound volume and frequency of her moans
increase, and knew she was about to hit.
And then her orgasm broke, and she dropped her right leg on the bed,
kneeling down on her right knee and holding onto the bed with her free hand
while she slowed the manipulations of the vibrator as her orgasm coursed
through her body. Chris shook the chains again, even heard the headboard
crack a bit as he strained against the chains, but of course still couldn't
reach her. He looked down and saw his penis was almost purple, it was
swollen so hard.
"Georgetta" he cried out, plaintively. He knew it came across more as
begging but didn't care. She had to do something about the level of sexual
frustration she had caused him.
Georgetta brought her head up and glanced back at him. It seemed to him
that it took her eyes a few minutes to focus, based on how she stared at him
for a few seconds. "Did you say something, Slave?" she asked him, more a
run-on sentence than a coherent phrase. Her eyes were almost glowing, and
her face was flushed. She leaned backwards, and turned to face him. Her
breasts were straining and heaving against the white camisole, her hard
nipples pressing pointedly out against the thin fabric, her breathe coming
in deep ragged gasps.
"Geor-" he started, and then caught himself. "Did Mistress enjoy herself?"
he continued. She was clearly in charge here, so he'd best play it her way.
Hopefully, she was so turned on that she would now immediately fuck him.
Turnabout was turning out to be not necessarily fair play, he realized.
Georgetta took a few more deep breathes and gathered her thoughts before
speaking again. "Yes Mistress did. I told you, Slave, that the present was
much more satisfying." She glanced over at his purple and throbbing penis.
"Let's compare the two of them, shall we?" She brought the vibrator, still
humming, up from between her legs and set its bottom down on his lower
abdomen, and then held the toy up against his length. The toy was an inch
or two shorter than his penile shaft length, nor was it as wide.
"Hmmm - perhaps I underestimate you slave!" she said, flashing him a
mischievous grin.
"Perhaps Mistress should try her slave again?" Chris said suggestively. He
knew there was a bit more pleading in the request than was proper, but he
was getting desperate too!
Georgetta brought the toy up and then turned the knob to off. She set it
down on the bed. She was trying to remain calm and cool and appear in
control, but she was still shaking inside from that last orgasm, and she
couldn't help but look at Chris' throbbing penis right in front of her. It
was probably in its largest and most swollen state that she had ever seen -
it was a dark purplish red, and she could almost see it pulse as blood
rushed through the veins in his shaft.
She reached out with her hand and tried to grasp his rod. Her fingers
closed around its circumference, but barely. She brought her hand up and
then down his shaft, her hand still coated in her own juices. His prick
gleamed slightly in the light.
She trailed her hand down to his balls, and then up into his pubic hair,
tugging lightly. She let her hand move up over his stomach and then up his
chest. She moved up onto the bed, and brought her other hand to his chest
as well. She massaged his chest and pectoral muscles, tweaking his nipples.
She continued up his chest, and swung her left leg up and over his
stomach, sitting herself on his lower abdomen. She could feel his dick
pressing up against her backside, nestling between her butt cheeks. She
moved either hand up the side of his neck and to his ears, and then brought
her face down to his, matching her lips to his.
Fighting to maintain her own control, she brushed her lips against his,
pulling away from him as he raised his towards her. When his head dropped
back to the pillow, she again gave him a quick kiss, this time slipping her
tongue lightly over his lips. She repeated this another two times before he
caught her tongue with his lips, and sucked her lips to his. She gave in
and met his kiss back, feeling his tongue press into her mouth and then
boldly pushing back into his with her tongue.
She raised her back and butt slowly and then brought her backside back down,
letting his rod slide up the back of her ass, nestling slightly between her
cheeks. As she continued to kiss him, she continued raising and lowering
her backside, feeling his cock press between her ass cheeks. She could feel
him strain and move, trying to position the head of his cock at the entrance
to her pussy, but she kept moving just far enough away from him to keep him
from entering her. He had certainly teased her to no end and she intended
to make him feel every bit of that sexual frustration back.
She brought her hands back down to his chest and shoulders and then abruptly
sat back up, breaking the kiss. He looked up at her, a passionate but
hungry look on his face. She knew she had him. She dropped her hands to
either of his nipples, and then arched her fingers, pressing her nails into
his skin. She moved her hands downwards, leaving red scratch marks in his
skin on either breast. He screamed out an "Owwww!" as she did so, and even
bucked under her.
"That," she said to him with her evilest and meanest face, " was for that
damned on-and-off switch on the vibrator. She grabbed his left nipple with
her fingers and twisted, getting another shriek for him. "And that was for
making the pot of coffee this morning while I was tied up to the table!"
She moved her hands down his chest to his lower rib muscles, pressing
against right where his ribs ended and his stomach began. She repositioned
her legs and feet, and then extended her legs straight while pressing down
against his chest. She lifted her left foot and toed his penis with the
point of her shoe, and then used the pointed heel to trail down the side of
his hip and down his thigh. Then she planted her foot back aside his hip.
"And finally this!" She angled her knees slightly to infer that she was
going to drop her knees down on his penis, still pointing straight up
towards her.
She saw the fear in his eyes and saw him wince and try to shift position as
she began to lower herself towards him, still aiming both knees towards his
penis. He shut his eyes, and as he did she dropped her right hand from his
rib to grab his prick, and then she swung out her knees and then guided his
stiff penis directly into her pussy. She lowered herself completely onto
him and felt him push all the way up and into her. She felt him press deep
and completely inside her as she bounced down on top of him.
His eyes flew open in surprise and he looked up at her. It took her a
moment or two to finish her sentence, so incredible was then sensation of
him filling her up. "This," she repeated, "is for getting me this turned on
and aroused for this entire weekend!!!" she finished with a yell, and leaned
down and kissed him. He met her lips again and their tongues resumed their
entwining dance.
Keeping her lips locked, she used her leg muscles to lift herself off him
and then plunge back down, and then again and again, moving into a steady
fucking motion. He felt so incredibly huge inside of her!! "You, slave,
are so big!!" she told him. She saw the red marks on his chest where she'd
scratched him - one or two were even red with a bit of blood, so she felt a
little guilty.
He just looked up at her happily. "I love you," he said to her.
"I love you too, Slave," she said back, impishly. She raked his chest with
her nails again, but lighter this time so. He still struggled slightly
beneath her. She pushed herself back erect on him, and wiggled her hips
with him buried inside him. He felt so impossibly huge inside her, a large
wedge pressing and moving within her, only in pleasure not in pain.
"I kind of like the thought of having your big cock in my bed, available for
my use at any time," she said, lifting up and then back down onto him.
"All you have to do is ask - I'm always willing!" he relied, and arched his
back to push up into her. She moaned as he thrust inward.
She flexed her leg muscles and lifted almost entirely off of him, leaving
just the tip of his penis inside the entrance to her pussy, and then as
slowly as she could, sank down onto him again. It felt like he just kept
going and going and going deeper into her. She looked down and was
surprised to see him only halfway inside of her, so she slowed even more,
moving centimeter by centimeter downwards. She struggled to maintain
control and not just rush downwards, and looking down at his face she saw
that he was fighting to maintain his control as well.
She reached up with both hands and grabbed the top of the headboard, just as
she had the night before. She moved her heels to be on either side of his
hips, and then let her whole weight push herself down onto his shaft.
Without his hands to help lift her up and down on his prick, she had to do
all the work, and the bed creaked as she alternated pulling on the headboard
to lift herself up, and then releasing to slide quickly down his shaft. He
was squirming and moaning beneath her, and she knew from the look on his
face that he was about to come, so on the next upward motion she slid up and
off of him completely.
'One last bit of teasing' she thought to herself. She straightened her legs
and stood up fully on the bed, letting go of the headboard. She brought her
right hand up to caress her breasts while the other trailed down between her
legs. She let her left forefinger idly trail in her dark pubic hair and
then inserted her finger slowly between the lips of her pussy as he stared
up at her.
"I think I'm finished, Slave. Thank you," she said down to him, slowly
manipulating her nipples with one hand and fingering herself with the other.
"But-but-but" Chris stammered beneath her. "Georgetta?" he asked up to her.
"What is it worth to you, Slave?" she asked him, and inserted her finger as
deep inside of herself as she could.
"Anything Mistress!" he said quickly back.
"Very well then Slave," she said back to him. "One fantasy, to be fulfilled
by you, at my command," she told him.
"Agreed", he said immediately. 'But I've got the pictures,' Chris thought
to himself...
'Men are just so easy to control,' she thought to herself. She stood for
another three or four seconds, idly inserting one finger inside of herself
and looking down at him as he looked up at her helplessly. She watched him
watch every movement of her hands and fingers as she moved them into and out
of her pussy.
"Well, very well slave, but believe me - I will collect on that!" She
dropped both hands to the headboard and then squatted down over him again.
She had to use her right hand to guide him into her again, but he slid right
back inside her. She slid down once, then up, and then down again, and then
he was coming, spasming inside of her. She slid up and down and up and down
and up and down as he moaned and thrashed beneath her. He was breathing
hard, with loud gasps for air escaping his lungs as she slowed the motions
of her hips above him. She felt him pulsing inside her as he came within
her, felt his prick pressing inside and around her, and the juices
circulating around his dick as he moved in and out of her. She loved the
feeling she got when he came inside her, loved the feeling it gave her to
look at his happy face as he took pleasure in their mutual pleasure.
She repositioned her legs and stopped moving on him, sitting on his stomach
and lower abdomen as their joint breathing slowed down to allow them to talk
again. She could feel their combined juices seeping out from her, around
where his prick was wedged inside her.
She flexed her vaginal muscles around him, holding him deep inside her, and
then carefully leaned over towards the nightstand. She picked up the keys
to the chains and used them to then unlock his wrists from the headboard.
She tossed the keys over on the floor as she felt his arms reach up around
her. She leaned forward as he hugged her, and then they kissed again. She
felt his arms around her, holding her close, and then the soft caresses of
his hands on her back and buttocks, the tender kisses and nibbles as he
kissed her cheeks and neck and ears, enjoying the feeling of holding each
other close.
Seconds later the phone rang. They both started up for a second, before she
kissed him back and said "let the machine get it." After the fourth ring,
the answering machine picked up, and they both heard her voice on the
recording.
"Hi - you've reached Georgetta. I'm either on the other line or else
otherwise tied up right now and can't take your call, so leave a message and
I'll call you back" BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
Chris looked up at her in surprise, and then started laughing. She smiled
back, and then joined him. They couldn't even hear who was leaving the
message.
* * * * *
THE END of THE BET, but not of the story or of our happy couple. Look for
"The Next Weekend" coming to a ASSM newsgroup server near you in a week or
two. (And please note that yes, I need to come up with a better title for
the story before I actually post it).
