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Sarah and Jayson had been dating for around 6 months, Jayson had never known sex like it. They had been sort of friends for many years, Sarah being in a long term relationship with a friend of Jayson’s ex; that sort of third degree of separation that made making his move, and asking her out on a date when they bumped into each other easier.
On that first date, that level of pre-existing relationship made it all the more flirtatious, then formal as 1st dates can be. Jayson able to be a little more cocky in his suggestive comments, and the usually very shy Sarah smiling enough for him to know this was going somewhere, somewhere that the red dress she had on made him really…. Really want to be. A little slit up the side showing just enough leg for him to wonder if those were stockings, or pantyhose, either way she had no idea then, (or did she?) how big a deal nylon was to him.
It was this shy demeanour that had made it all the more surprising when they got to their third date (traditional chap is old Jayson), how unshy Sarah became behind closed doors. From their first encounter, she had taken control, pushing him back onto the bed, pulling up her dress enough to climb onto his chest to straddle above him. He recalled (recall, this was burnt into his memory forever lets be honest) her saying ‘well Jayson, you’ve spent enough time trying to look up my dress, how’s the view from down there?’ It was at that point all his confident and cocky personality failed him, looking between her deep brown eyes staring down at him, and up that dress spread across his chest (to what turned out to be pantyhose after all, with a pair of black lace underwear just visible beneath them), his voice failed him, only able to let a small wimper out. ‘urhurr its, its, its……’ but before he could tell Sarah exactly how the view was, she had crawled forward to smother his face, telling him to just shut up and show me how good the view was.
That’s where it had started, but not where it had stopped. From there their sex life had bloomed into frisky affair, Sarah almost completely changing her personality behind closed doors, and Jayson likewise. And outside of the bedroom (or any other room in reality) they had also fallen for each other, laughing, joking and and generally just making each other happier every day. Jayson’s mother had met Sarah early on, commenting on just how lovely and sweet an innocent young lady he had met; only for her to have tied him up to his old bed later that night, stuffed the pair of silky underwear she had been wearing all day into his mouth to keep him quiet and slowly edged him for almost an hour with her hands, mouth, pussy and even for a good ten minutes before she let him cum, the gap between her thighs (she did so love to see him squirm and try to fuck his way to climax between her legs whilst she lay across him).
They would never say they had a dom sub relationship, it was far more light hearted then that. Everyday life was happy, flirtatious and teasing. But Sarah in her head had been slowly ramping things up, even if she hadn’t realised. More and more, the edging got longer, she was to be satisfied first more and more, even once she had made him wait several days performing oral sex on her several times a day, to the point he was on his knees begging her for his turn. That week, that begging, she had really enjoyed.
That brings us to the day of the argument, their first argument. In the grand scheme of things, some would say a little tiff really, between a jealous man, and an innocent girl. But we know this innocent girl, and we know that she is not so. Her and Jayson’s relationship had grown to a point where she loved his adoration of her, his pliability was so much fun, she could snap her fingers and he would bury his face wherever she asked him to with glee. But because of this, she was starting to miss the flirtatious cockiness that had attracted her to him in the first place. The sort of ‘jack the lad’ chat up lines he used to use where gone, they can’t really exist in parallel to someone who happily lets you tie your worn pantyhose around his face when you get in from work, and sit on the floor of the bathroom whilst you have your shower!
Sarah had only noticed she had been missing this, when her friend Craig from the office (of whom there has always been some sort of sexual chemistry when she had been dating her ex) had started to comment on some of her Instagram posts. She had never been an active social media user in the past, but her renewed confidence from the fiery nature of her love life had ignited a sort of revival. She was posting more pictures of what her and Jayson where doing of a weekend, on the beach, walks in the woods what new lovers usually like to share with the world to make them envious. But she had also started to share more photos from the gym, from nights out with her friends as well as when getting her hair or nails done. It was of no surprise, that it was these photos that Craig was more interested in. At first leaving a few hatay escort hearts here and there, before his own confidence grew to reply to shots of her at the gym in leggings commenting ‘how good the *insert peach emoji* was looking’ growing all the way to directly inboxing her exactly how jealous he was of Jayson taking the photo of her stretching on her short clip story.
It was this particular inbox, that had led to their little tiff. Well, not so much the inbox, more the timing of Jayson walking in on Sarah reading the comment, with her hand slid down the front of her underwear. Jayson had always had an aroused jealousy of Sarah masturbating. Part of him always felt a little hurt, why she didn’t wait for him. The other part hoping he could sit and watch whilst she was unaware he was there, or listen through the door to her soft moans whilst he slowly rubbed himself (something he was explicitly told not to do without her say so). Walking in she had looked startled, which raised Jayson’s suspicions. She was always so sexually confident, if he had caught her before she would normally instruct him to take over, or sit on the end of the bed until she had finished. This odd reaction made him ask why she was so flushed, eventually leading to Sarah sharing the inbox with him, the noticeable attention Craig was giving and that yes, the whole affair was making her rather horny.
As open as Jayson was sexually with Sarah, this felt like a betrayal. He said as much, but instead of approaching the discussion with some understanding and empathy, Sarah had well, been interrupted, and was therefore, well, unsympathetic. Now when Sarah is sexually frustrated, and unempathetic, you better have an open mind of whats going to come, because its probably not going to be you.
Sarah decided he was going to suffer for his interruption, and Jayson decided that Sarah felt bad and would make it up to him. So when Jayson found himself up against a wall kneeling on the floor after a week of not cumming later, his throbbing unemptied cock desperately thrusting between Sarahs stocking and stiletto clad ankles, his face buried deep into her arse being told to put his tongue to good use; you could forgive him for thinking it was by way an apology not part of a plot.
But plot Sarah had been doing. Making him wait a week to cum was not new, really good fun, but not new. She had been up to the usual tricks, if not with a bit of shopping before hand. On the Monday she had got in from work, sat on the sofa and slowly taken her shoes off looking him in the eye. From there she had him on his knees, sucking the toes of one foot, whilst the other was rubbing up and down him through his jeans. That night she didn’t even let him further then this, just making him suck toes whilst she pressed her knew vibrator through her pantyhose Infront of him. When she had climaxed, she thanked him saying ‘maybe tomorrow my love’.
On the Tuesday, again she got home from work, again removed her shoes and asked him to suck her toes. This time however, she removed her own underwear and his, rubbing his cock with her spare foot, whilst fucking herself with her vibrator whilst he sat there, wide eyed in amazement with a mouth full of foot. Again she climaxed heavy and his own moans suggested he might not have been far off himself before she once again said ‘maybe tomorrow my love’.
Wednesday bought its own escalation. This time she had him lie on the bed, hands tied to the headboard. From there he asked ‘tonight?’ to which Sarah responded, ‘maybe tomorrow my love’ before putting the bottom end of her even larger rabbit vibrator into his mouth, climbing upwards and riding it on his face as she came, and again and again.
Thursday was time for the real frustration to begin. She had text him in the afternoon that he should be tied exactly where he was the night before. Every obedient she cam home to find him there lying naked, hard and eager. In Jaysons mind, the apology was starting as she ran her vibrator up and down the length of his cock, running it around the tip and pulling away. Shed then do the same as she slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth waiting for his hips to start to thrust upwards before stopping again. After repeating this shed run it down his length, over his balls, between his legs and start to push it down. This had been an act saved for the real mean weeks, so it Jayson knew he wasn’t getting away with it that easy as she circled it around, grasping his balls also she asked him if he wanted it. Of course he wanted it, if it meant some sort of release he’d have done anything so he said ‘please, yes’, to his dismay (delight) her response…. ‘maybe tomorrow my love’.
Friday she didn’t even have to ask. When she had got home from work he was already there, tied up, an eager look on his face. She smiled, almost in pity, Friday night must have given him a false sense of hope. So naturally, she took advantage of such naivety. She started exactly as she had the ığdır escort night before, running her vibrator up and down, running his cock in and out of her mouth slowly whist vibrating his balls only pulling away when Jayson was right on the edge. Hes cheeky giggles every time she did this soon started to fade, the humour in it all replaced with pure want, pure surrender to cum.
As she had done the night before, she grabbed his balls, slowly ran the vibrator down between his legs, circling it around his vulnerability and again asked him if he wanted it. With nothing short of pure unadulterated need in his voice Jayson said ‘please, yes’. ‘Maybe….ok’ Said Sarah pushing with little sympathy into him as he cried out. There she watched him writhe around as she fucked him, grasping onto his balls to keep her steady, and him compliant. She had no intention of letting him cum, even as she pull the vibrator up towards her, pressing against his prostate as he started to beg for more friction on his cock, begging her to let him cum she left the vibrator in, lowered her head towards his cock, licked from the very bottom up to the tip, up his stomach, chest to whisper in his ear ‘maybe tomorrow my love’.
That’s what brings us to Saturday night, Jayson on his knees, his throbbing cock desperately thrusting between Sarahs stocking and stiletto clad ankles, his face buried deep in her ass, thinking to himself tonight, surely tonight, whatever it takes. And, whatever it takes he might not have been far off.
Sarah turned around to face him, thrusting her pussy into his face and said something curious, ‘yes, ummmmmm get me nice and wet ready’. Ready Jayson thought to himself, ready for what? What could she possibly have thought up now, so with excitement he liked eagerly and she pushed in his head holding his hair. She came hard at the thought of what was going to happen that night, her knees almost giving way she crumpled kissing Jayson deeply, saying ‘now for your surprise’.
She led him into not the bedroom, but the home office next door. After sitting him on the chair she tied his ankles to the base, his wrists to the arm rests and wheeled him Infront of the computer. She had been shopping an awful lot the weekend before, and to Jayson’s surprise she pulled out a fleshlight. After drizzling a little lube onto his now very hard cock, she slid it down onto him and began to rub it up and down. She whispered in his ear that he had been very patient that week, which had pleased her, so when she left him in a few minutes, if he could make himself cum by pressing the fleshlight against the desk, then he could cum, and she would drop whatever she was doing and come let him out to clean up. Simple as that. With that she flicked on the monitor behind her, kissed him deeply as she slid her underwear down under her skirt pushing them into his mouth his eyes full of lust and excitement, and left him to his own, rather helpless, devices.
Jayson’s excitement was at an all time peak, this freaky little minx was the best thing to ever happen to him, what porn had she arranged for him? But on the screen wasn’t porn, well wasn’t yet, but what looked a video stream of their bedroom next door to him. Only, the bedroom wasn’t empty, it wasn’t empty by a long shot as he saw on the screen and heard through the office door Sarah walk into the bedroom. But Sarah wasn’t alone there, on the bed was a man, a man who Jayson with a plummeting feeling in his stomach immediately recognised, for there on his bed via a HD webcam stream, he could see Craig lying in just his boxers smiling at Sarah as she walked in.
‘Wha du fu’ Sarah heard muffled through underwear and the wall that separated the bedroom and office, ‘wha du fu hara’ as she gazed at Craigs gorgeous toned body lying there. She bent over the bed to give him a long drawn out kiss, rubbing her hand up and down his rapidly hardening cock before turning to the camera she’d set up on the dresser draws. She stared deep into the camera, and blew a kiss. Jayson could see Sarah staring straight at him, she blew him a kiss and turned away.
His muffled protests and wriggling fell on deaf ears as he watched Sarah kissing down Craigs stomach, pulling his boxers down for his cock to spring out. As he saw Sarah take Craig in her mouth, Craigs head dropping back to the pillow a huge wave of envy flowed through him. That was oddly followed however by a bigger wave of arousal, he couldn’t take his eyes of the scene unravelling Infront of him. Soon the jealous wave took a back seat, and he felt his cock harden in its fleshlight and begrudgingly, ashamedly, he start to thrust forward knocking the end off the edge of the desk, feeling the first relief of controlling the friction in over a week, and it felt amazing.
Sarah was in her element, she finally had Craig where she wanted him, completely at surrender to her running her hand up and down his length, whilst sucking and running her tongue around his tip. She could hear his light moaning, ısparta escort and what she thought may have been the same through the wall but was unsure, and to be honest right now, didn’t care if Jayson was enjoying himself or not. She didn’t want it to be over that quickly however, as Craig selfishly started to thrust more wanting to cum, she released him, crawling up him and turning around to sit in her favoured position, allowing Craig to devour what he had so often told her via message he wanted to. From here whilst he expertly licked her she arched her back, grabbing the heels of her stilettos and let out a long satisfied moan that she knew Jayson could hear next door. Playing to the camera she kept looking over, before Craig made her moan even louder, grinding on his face pulling at her heels to accentuate all of her curves knowing she would be driving him wild on screen.
And she was, Jayson was lost in the scene. He was trying to jig himself backwards at forwards to fuck the fleshlight teasing his now throbbing cock, watching Sarah grind an moan. He’d always wondered what she looked like whilst he was going down on her, but he had no idea she looked this stunning and hot. Another pang on jealously hit him though as he saw Sarah on screen leaning forward and taking Craig in her hand teasing him slowly as she started to lose control of herself, he saw her run her hand lower grabbing his balls before throwing her head back and crying out so loud there was no muffling through the wall, Jayson heard everything.
Craig didn’t give her anytime to compose herself, climbing from underneath her he had that cheeky self satisfied grin that men have when they make a woman cum like that. He drew her in close to kiss deeply, Sarah tasting herself on him making her want more. This was a show for Jayson though, so no riding Craig yet, she wanted him to see how she could get fucked, not be the one fucking. Craig understood the assignment, grabbing her hair gentle and pulling her over his lap; running his hands all over her to torment the man next door he’d never met whilst her head was pressed to the bed, her arse in the air almost begging for him.
He obliged, and positioned himself behind her, with a look at the camera he shifted her position so that she was completely side on, and started to rub his cock up and down her puusy. Sarah started to moan louder, and not even deliberately to torment she surprised herself by asking ‘fuck me Craig, I haven’t been fucked properly in months’. Again Craig obliged and with one slow movement slid all of himself into her, with the her head sprung backwards from the mattress in a long lustful moan.
Jayson had never heard her moan like that, their sex had always been her ontop. The moan reverberated in his head as he watched Craig on the screen pulling her head back to him by her long hair as he fucked her with long but clearly hard thrusts. Jayson could see her contorted face before Craig started to kiss her neck. He could see the arch of her back, her breasts rocking hypnotically backwards and forwards with the rythem of their sex. He looked lower, the her arse compacting, jiggling every time Craig pumped into her, below that to the line of her thigh at the top of the stocking, sweat start ing to perspire above it and the deep black satin on the nylon running down her leg to her feet. Those ankle straped stilettos always drive him wild, but it was something else seeing them tense, rise up, slip on the sheets in reaction to Craig fucking her deeply. His cock in the fleshlight barely needed tapping on the desk anymore, he was edging himself not wanting to miss a second of the show of his life.
Sarah had all but forgotten the camera, she was in to much extasy, she had never cum from doggystyle sex before, but then she had never been fucked like Craig was doing now. He had her right on the edge, and it was driving her wild. It was making her say things to Craig she had never uttered so submissively to a man before ‘fuck me Craig, I’m so close, please urghhh harder’, and he did, so she kept asking ‘o god, that’s so fucking good urghhh, more, ahh, more’.
Craig was stunned, he had never once thought this little minx would have such a filthy mouth, let alone mind. Her boyfriend next door was either the luckiest guy going, or walking his way into a world of frustration. Determined to be the one she asked again in future he was doing everything she asked, harder, he fucked her harder, more he’d grab her waist with both hands pulling her towards him as he thrust into her; but he was starting to lose it himself. Stamina was normally one of his strong points, but this was too much; he’d almost cum already from her head, let alone the squeezing and pulsing her pussy was performing on him, he had to tell her she was going to make him cum.
‘Urghhh Sarah you’re going to make me cum’ she heard from behind her, and that’s all she needed. The feedback, along with his slowing but longer strokes tipped her over the edge, waves of pleasure ran through her that she’d never felt before. She grabbed the sheets with both hands bowing down forwards and looking to the side directly into the camera, and came so hard her eyes shut and her own cry drowned out Craigs own grunted gasps as he filled her grabbing her arse with both hands.
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