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Author’s Note: I wrote Hurricane Season in the first person, but it was not about me. Two days after Hurricane Season appeared on Literotica, Hurricane Irene (which was already a powerful hurricane when I began writing Hurricane Season) hit us much harder than anyone expected. I am writing this for my husband, Will, who is staying at home with no power while I stay at my parents’ house with our kids. The power company thinks it will be two more days before we have electricity, so I’m hoping to finish this in time for Will to read it on his iPhone. Alone. In the dark.



Hurricane Irene- The Truth This Time



Vacationing at the height of hurricane season is always a risky venture, but it’s usually worth taking a chance. We watched the tropical updates very closely in the weeks before our cruise, knowing that it didn’t matter what the forecast was until it actually happened. It was only a four night cruise, so we were really worried that it would be cut short.



Our kids were going away for a week with my parents, so we had spent a good chunk of the summer discussing our own getaway. We went back and forth between simple and extravagant. Camping in Gettysburg? Weekend in Vegas? Disney World without kids? Camping in Myrtle Beach? New Orleans? A cruise?



The more we talked about a cruise, the better it sounded. We weren’t originally planning a “second honeymoon”, but I guess that’s really what it was. Our real honeymoon was in 1996 in Cancun. One of the best things we did was go snorkeling with a disposable underwater camera.



In 2006 our basement flooded after record rainfall for our area. We lost everything we stored there, including our washer and dryer (expensive, but replaceable) and our honeymoon pictures. We didn’t have digital copies of anything before 2002, so they were ruined and gone forever.



We decided on a four night cruise from Miami to Key West to Cozumel, back to Miami. I don’t relax well, and I was looking forward to checking out the laid-back attitudes of Key West and Mexico. We booked a snorkeling excursion in Cozumel, and decided that we’d just have to replace the ruined pictures with new ones.



~Thursday, August 18: Miami~



We set sail in Miami with no reports of tropical activity in the Caribbean or the Gulf of Mexico. We had already had a couple of tropical drinks, and the hot, humid air on the Lido Deck sent us back to our cabin for swim suits. Will went into the bathroom and I started to take off my traveling clothes. I didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom as I pulled off my bra. He snuck up behind me and cupped my breasts from behind. “Hey, you scared the crap out of me,” I squealed.



He put his lips to my neck as he rubbed the palms of his hands over my nipples. I felt his cock poking my back because he hadn’t put his swimsuit on yet. “Mmmm,” he moaned into my neck. “Maybe we should skip the swim.”



“No way! We have all night for that. I want to go to the pool,” I replied as I grabbed his cock behind me and gave it a couple of strokes, just to be a pest. He retaliated by pinching my nipples hard, which lit a fire between my legs and made me squirm. “C’mon,” I said. “Get your suit on.”



*****



After dinner we headed straight to our room, despite our desire to check out the entertainment on the boat. We were both exhausted since we hadn’t slept well the night before in anticipation of our trip, and we had gotten up at 3:00 A.M. to get to the airport on time. I was expecting at least a quick roll in the hay before calling it a night, but I think Will was sleeping as I kissed him tonight. I was disappointed, but I was sound asleep before it mattered.



~Friday, August 19: Key West~



I woke up before our alarm. In our inside stateroom it was completely dark. I couldn’t tell if it was the middle of the night or the middle of the day. A glace at the clock told me that there was plenty of time before our Conch Train tour of Key West, so I reached over and started rubbing Will’s thigh lightly. The morning was working in my favor, and I didn’t have to do much to encourage his already standing cock. I slipped my hand into his boxer-briefs just as he was starting to wake up.



“Good morning,” he mumbled. “What time is it?”



I stroked his cock a little as I said, “It’s time for a blowjob.”



“Oh,” he said, as I slipped his underwear down to his knees. He kicked it off the rest of the way, and I climbed between his legs. I lowered my head to take him into my mouth, and he stopped me. He slid my nightgown over my head, to allow access to my tits. I hadn’t worn panties to bed, so I was naked as I settled myself back between Will’s legs.



This time he let me lower my head all the way to the tip of his cock. He was very hard by then, and I licked my lips when I saw the pre-cum pooled in his slit. I brought my tongue just to the very tip of his penis. I tasted the warm, salty drop, and allowed it to sit on my tongue for a minute. I smiled slyly, and said, “Mmm. Breakfast.”



He lifted his hips a bit to bring the head of his cock to my lips. I rubbed it along my lips, feeling the pre-cum slide over them like salty lip gloss. I left it there as I slowly lowered my mouth to meet his hips. I didn’t stop until my lips were against his shaved skin, his cock sliding into my throat. I tickled him with my nose, then pulled back even slower, feeling the silky skin of his cock sliding along the pre-cum on my lips.



He said, “We’re going to miss our tour if you insist on blowing me in slow motion.”



I bit him gently, just below the head of his cock, then sucked him back into my mouth, quickly this time. I began fucking his cock with my mouth at a much faster pace. My head moved up and down into his pelvis. My tongue licked the entire length of his cock with each bob of my head. Back and forth, up and down. The pace was frantic, and I was beginning to tire. He was starting to moan, and his hips were bucking in time with my mouth. I felt the head of his cock swelling, so I kept going. His cock was reaching farther and farther to the back of my mouth, so I couldn’t reach the head with my tongue anymore. His whole cock felt thicker as his orgasm approached.



“I’m gonna cum in your throat,” he grunted. “Here it comes. Here it comes. Ugh. Ugh. I’m cumming. I’m cummmmmming. Uuggghhh.”



He spurted his cum so far back in my mouth, I could hardly taste it. When he relaxed and the flow of cum finally abated, I lifted my mouth off his cock, and let his cum run over my tongue so I could taste it. I swallowed and quickly kissed him, hard, on the lips. I poked my tongue into his mouth, so he could share the taste of his salty cum.



He said, “You really give an amazing blowjob,” as he twirled my hair. “My turn,” he announced and swapped places with me on the bed.



No sooner had I spread my legs, when we heard the knock. “Room service,” the man called from the hallway.



“God damn it,” I cursed. “Just one quick lick.” Will stuck his tongue out and flicked his tongue over my pussy. The man knocked again. Will threw on the white terry cloth robe from the closet, while I slipped into the bathroom.



“You’re mine when we get back on the ship, you know,” Will whispered just before he opened the door.



“You got that right,” I said loudly from the bathroom as the man brought the tray into the room.



*****



Key West was really nice. We started our morning with our Conch Train tour of the island. I had been looking forward to that. I know I’m a nerd, but I enjoy an educational vacation (as I said, I don’t relax well). We hopped off the train at the stop closest to the Southernmost Point in the US and explored that area a bit. We stopped at the Southernmost Beach and put our Southernmost feet in the Southernmost water. We hadn’t been to the beach for over a year, so we listened to the waves and the sea gulls and held hands and kissed a little bit.



We got back on the train and finished the tour. When we arrived back at the first stop, we poked through a couple shops, bought pirate t-shirts for our kids, and walked to Sloppy Joe’s Bar. I enjoyed the anecdote about Hemingway on the menu. We didn’t tour his house, but I was about a hundred pages into For Whom the Bell Tolls, downloaded to my Nook for my trip to Key West.



It was just after eleven in the morning, but we ordered a margarita to share. We took the opportunity to check facebook on our phones and laughed while we read our friends’ status updates to each other. Our margarita lasted only minutes, so we ordered some frozen rum drink. A guy we went to high school with had written a Haiku about the margaritas he had consumed on his vacation the night before, so I answered with my own.



Eleven A.M. Captain Morgan for breakfast. Five o’clock somewhere.



We shared another drink or two, listening to “youngsters” sitting at the bar, talking about the girls they had met the night before. I was tipsy enough to enjoy their loud exploits for a few more minutes. We finished our last drink, and headed back to the ship.



*****



Since we were drinking in the morning and all, we headed right to the Lido Deck for the lunch buffet. It was ungodly hot in Key West, so we changed quickly and took a swim. Bobbing is the salty pool with the ship rocking, surrounded by other couples with their arms wrapped around each other was surprisingly erotic, so I found myself “accidently” brushing my body against Will’s. I was so ready to be fucked, I began to hope that Will would stick his finger into the crotch of my bathing suit to feel how wet I was getting.



We were planning on a late night, since we wouldn’t dock in Cozumel until the next afternoon. When we got back to the room, we opted for a nap instead of sex, followed by showers and getting dressed for Elegant Night. We watched the sunset from the Promenade Deck, had formal photos taken, ate lobster and drank chardonnay for dinner, then headed to the late (R rated) show.



After the musical revue we tried to catch the comedy show, but it was completely packed. We ended the night with one, last drink at the cigar bar. The Latin band was playing salsa and merengue music, and we sat at the bar watching the Spanish-speaking couples dancing. I love that Hispanic men will get on a dance floor and just let loose. I wish that Will and I could do those sexy dances. It’s like having fully-clothed sex in public. We watched until the cigars were overwhelming, then we headed back to the room.



It was late, so we didn’t waste any time shedding our elegant attire. We let it drop to the floor and embraced in the middle of the mess. We kissed a little, our tongues tasting like the cabernet sauvignon we ended the night with. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs all the way apart, and said, “Eat my pussy. Now.”



Will didn’t waste one second. Before I even got comfortable, Will’s tongue was dipping in to take a taste. I felt his lips, gently kissing me, and his tongue beginning to work its way around my pussy. He started with my outer lips, which I had shaved in preparation for our trip. “Mmmmm,” I moaned quietly. I felt his tongue pushing into my vagina. He pushed it in and out a bit. “I need your fingers in my pussy,” I demanded. He gave his tongue a few more thrusts, then replaced it with two long fingers.



His tongue moved to my inner lips as his fingers swirled around on my g-spot. I moaned, louder this time. He reminded me that there were people rooms on three sides of us, and that we could hear people walking through the hallway. I tried to reply, “They’re drunk, what difference does it ma-ake?” He hit my clit with his tongue for the first time just as I finished speaking. I grabbed his hair and said, “I don’t fucking care. Just lick me.”



He licked me. A little slower at first, then speeding up a bit. He started by lapping his tongue up and down first on one side of my clit, then on the other. His fingers were still swirling on my g-spot, so I whispered, “Circles with your tongue. Please.”



I felt the whole lower half of my body heating up as my orgasm started to build. He moved his tongue faster and faster, the closer I got. I could feel the wetness dripping from my pussy as he withdrew his fingers. I felt empty and disappointed until I felt one finger brush my anus. He continued licking while he waited for my response. “Yes. Stick your finger in my ass,” I said, just loudly enough for him to hear it. I felt the pressure as his finger began to penetrate my ass. Anal play has been a major turn-on for me for a long time, and feeling his finger sliding in and out of my ass was bringing me close to cumming.



He continued swirling his tongue around and around as I clamped my asshole around his finger. He whispered, “You want two?”



“Ooohh, yeah. Two is good,” I moaned, even louder than before. Feeling that second finger pushing hard into my ass brought me right to the brink. My feet were flexing, and I was thrashing my head from side to side. I said, “Here it is. I’m gonna cum. Keep licking my clit. In circles. Shove your fingers in my ass. Fuck me with your …”



That was it. I sucked in a huge breath as my orgasm peaked. I held my breath until I felt the blood rocketing away from my clit, back to the rest of my body. Then I started yelling, “AAAAHHHH. Aaahhh. Oh my God. Fuck that feels good.” Will continued licking gently and he left his fingers in my ass until I finally quieted, relaxed, and took a deep breath. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and kissed my pussy several times with his soft lips.



He brought himself up to kiss me on the mouth, and I could taste myself on his lips, something that took me a long time to actually enjoy. He said, “Don’t fall asleep. We’re not done yet,” and he walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.



When he returned to the bed, I was already starting to doze off. He said, “I guess we can wait until tomorrow.”



I said, “No. Fuck my pussy.” I was lying on my back, and he was on his side, behind me. He draped my legs over his, and pressed his cock to my opening.



“I could take your ass with my cock right now, and you wouldn’t have the energy to do anything about it,” he teased.



“Not tonight, honey,” I mumbled, half-asleep. “Just fuck my pussy tonight.”



As he entered me from behind, we both moaned a little. He said in my ear, “This will not take long. I’ve been semi-hard all day.”



“Me too,” I replied, even though it didn’t make too much sense.



He fucked me hard, and it felt really good. It was the fullness I had been looking for all day. I bucked my ass back to meet his thrusts, and after a couple of minutes, he slammed into my pussy, and started moaning loudly. I felt his cock twitch in my pussy as he unloaded his cum into me for the second time that day.



We were both spent, even before he was finished. We kissed gently, then rolled over to go to sleep, his cum spilling onto the sheets.



Since there was no Weather Channel on the ship, and we weren’t paying for wi-fi, we had no idea that Tropical Storm Harvey had sprung up off the coast of Honduras and Nicaragua, just south of Cozumel.



~Saturday, August 20: Cozumel~



It rained most of the time we were in Cozumel. We had overheard at breakfast that Tropical Storm Harvey would be making landfall in Belize that day, so we weren’t surprised that it was raining.



Our first excursion of the day was snorkeling with our own underwater digital camera (as opposed to the disposable we had 15 years ago). We were with an instructor for a while, so we didn’t connect too much then, but afterwards we had some time to explore on our own.



That was probably the highlight of the trip. We swam together, pointing things out to each other. We took pictures of us underwater, and generally had a really good time. Except for the rain on our backs as we swam along the top of the water, it was just like snorkeling on our honeymoon.



On the way back to the ship, we sampled some tequila in the duty-free shop. Will loves tequila. The very first time I got drunk, other people (including Will) were licking, slamming, and sucking some cheap Cuervo. I was more violently ill that night than ever before or after. The next morning all I could smell was tequila, and I wasn’t even drinking it!



Just the smallest whiff of tequila would nauseate me for years afterward.



(As a side note, I’d like to point out that on our 10th anniversary trip to Disney World, I had the best margarita of my life at the restaurant inside of the Mexico pavillion. Months later, I actually called to speak to the bartender to see what was in that margarita. He informed me that it isn’t the quality of the tequila that matters. It’s the Grand Marnier. That margarita started a quest to find better and better margaritas, and my aversion to tequila was finally exorcised.)



*****



Our second Cozumel excursion was a sunset catamaran ride with all the margaritas we could drink (which was a lot, by the way). Despite the rain, this was a great party. Again I marveled at how the African American men and the Mexican crew would just get up and dance. On this boat it was only the caucasians that stood watching, which made me wonder just what the hell is the matter with us.



I stood videotaping the Cha Cha Slide, the Macarena and other dances, knowing my daughter would love to dance along at home.



Suddenly Will looked toward the west and said, “Look.” The sky had cleared a bit, just in time for a beautiful pink sunset. Everyone on board took turns taking pictures of the other groups with the sunset and the beautiful ship in the back. It was one of those cool moments of bonding with complete strangers, and Will and I left the boat with a warm-fuzzy feeling.



We had gotten through Tropical Storm Harvey with just some rain. I finally began to relax thinking, “The tropics can do what they will. We’ve got one more day at sea and one more day at the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. We’re good.”



Our trip may have been good, but that was the day Tropical Storm Irene was born, just to the east of the Windward Islands.



~Sunday, August 21: Fun Day at Sea~



You would think that having an anal fetish would mean that anal sex is a regular event in our sex life, but that really isn’t the case. Anal sex is like “special occassion sex”, and I guess a 15th anniversary is a special occassion.



I got up early that day, so I headed up to the Lido Deck to have coffee and a croissant with my Nook. I sat down at the table by myself just as the sun popped over the horizon. I sat there for about 20 minutes and didn’t touch my book. The canteloupe color of the sunrise and the sapphire blue of the water completely distracted me, and as far as moments go, that one was pretty close to perfection.



This is the part where I just have to say that my husband is awesome. For our anniversary he gave me a massage and facial appointment at the ship’s spa. I finished my coffee and headed to the spa. For over an hour I lay there while Mathilda worked the stress out of my muscles and treated the bags under my eyes (too little sleep, too many margaritas, and not enough water had taken their toll). I left the treatment room feeling relaxed and happy, and the woman at the desk told me that Will



would be waiting for me at the lobby bar.



He was, and he ordered a Bloody Mary for me. We walked to the dining room for a fabulous breakfast.



After breakfast we spent some time way up on the top of the ship, reading our books. That is something that we don’t get to do together too often. It was truly relaxing, and a high point of our vacation.



We did some other fun things that day- Bingo (we didn’t win), an art auction (we can’t afford art, but there was free champagne), and a martini-tasting. By then I was feeling that “peaceful, easy feeling” that the Eagles sing about. Peaceful and easy became hot and bothered, so we headed back to our room to have a little more cruise nookie.

Again I would like to say that if you haven’t read the first two chapters, some of the pieces to this chapter may not make a lot of sense. Please leave feedback!



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Over the next few days I replayed that night’s events in my mind time after time, leading me to orgasm after orgasm just recalling that night. I had truly become your slave, and in doing so had reached new levels of pleasure that I didn’t even know were possible. I wonder what the future holds, what you have planned for me next.



I let my mind wander as I get ready for bed and slide my naked body between the sheets. In the silence I find myself wishing you were there, craving your touch, your voice commanding me, fulfilling me. I feel sleep taking hold of me, pulling me into a dreamland.



It is here that I feel your hand between my legs, gently parting my pussy lips. I feel your finger rubbing and smearing my juices around and then gently push inside of me. I moan from within my slumber, my hips pushing gently upward. Your thumb pressing on my hard clit as my body responds to you despite my unconscious state; my legs parting farther and my breathing quickening, another small moan escaping my lips, as you push me closer to orgasm. You begin rubbing my clit in small circles, with one finger buried deep inside me. It doesn’t take long until I am openly responding, legs spreading wide, hips rising and falling to meet your rhythm.



My moans increase in intensity as I come closer and closer to climax, and you continue coaxing my clit, rubbing harder on it. Before long I gasp out loud, my hips thrust hard and upward, and my legs spread wider. You can feel my pussy clutch at your finger, almost sucking it in. You continue to manipulate my clit as the orgasm washes over me. My breathing is heavy as my hips continue thrusting in cadence with your finger movements. Allowing me to completely finish the first orgasm, you lessen the pressure on my clit and withdrawal your finger. My body slowly returning to normal, body slumped onto the bed again, breathing becoming soft and deep. Even though I was asleep, you had still made me cum very hard.



I feel you lay down on the bed, between my still outstretch legs. Moving up between my legs, you bring your face up to my dripping pussy. My lips still puffy and engorged flared open from the recent excitement. I feel you flick your tongue along the length of my lips, running it up and down. I moan, in a haze and euphoric state; legs spreading open further. You push your tongue into the center of me and move upward, finding my clit once again. Concentrating your effort there, drawing circles around my clit, occasionally moving down and then up again. My moans escalating, drawing me out of my sleep with the deep pleasures I am feeling. Half awake, my body rippling with waves of pleasure I push my hips toward you. I am approaching orgasm, thighs trembling as you continue working faster and faster on my clit. My breathing is ragged, coming in short gasps between moans, my orgasm holding on the edge. I beg you for release, and you pause only long enough to command my orgasm. You feel my legs jerk and thighs tense up, and plant your entire mouth on my clit and suck it in hard. My entire body jerks as the shock waves pound through me.



It is only after my orgasm has subsided that I am awake enough to realize you had only come to me through my dream, and were not really there. A moment of disappointment hits when I realize that it was only a dream, but it quickly replaced with a smile as I recollect the events, the wetness evidence of how wonderful it was.



The next morning I find my mind wandering again back through that sex filled night where I lost all inhibitions and gave in to you. I must have more. I try to wait patiently for you to summon me, but as the hours pass by I find myself longing for you more and more. Recalling that nights events prompts me to slide one finger beneath my skirt, to my bare pussy, parting my lips to feel the slick wetness there. The slight twinge has grown steadily throughout the morning as I try to wait patiently for you. Now the wetness was accompanied by a throb of desire and a deep need that quickens my pulse as I rub my clit teasingly, my need refusing to be denied. I know that I am not allowed to cum without your permission, and despite that knowledge I torture myself, indulging in the pleasurable sensations surging through my body.



I hear the phone ring, breaking me from my euphoric state. I see that it is you calling and my heart skips a beat with anticipation.



“Good morning sir.” I say as I answer the phone.



“Good morning, have you missed me?” you question, knowing what my answer will be before I respond.



“Yes sir, very much,” I respond.



“What have you missed my slave?” you continue to probe.



“Your touch, your voice, the way I feel when you are near me sir,” I respond, feeling my body already responding knowing that soon you will be guiding me to my next release.



“What are you wearing,” you move the conversation forward.



“A skirt and a tank top, sir” I reply softly.



“No panties, no bra? I want details. What color skirt? What material is the tank top?” you ask persistently.



“No master, no panties, I have learned my lesson from last time. No bra either sir. My skirt is black and loose, a few inches above the knee. The tank top is red and a soft cotton knit, it feel good against my…” my voice trails off.



“Your what, pet?” you ask over the line, your voice deepening faintly. You know what it felt good against, you just want me to say it.



“My nipples, sir.” I respond softly, somewhat embarrassed; my breathing speeding up, my nipples hard, rubbing softly with every move against the material of the tank top.



“Your nipples are hard, aren’t they?” you ask knowingly, able to anticipate my bodies reaction perfectly.



The question causes them to become so tight they hurt and beg to be touched. I sit down holding my hands beneath my leg and whimper, “Yes sir.”



“You are already wet, aren’t you” you ask, causing me to shiver and without even realizing it grind down into the chair; your voice caressing my nerve endings, something intangible, yet so real to me.



“Yes, sir. I am very wet.” trying to hold back the desperate need from my voice. But the sound of your voice is just too much, I need to touch myself, my pussy aching to be touched, to be pounded by a thick cock, my nipples need to sucked.



“Good,” you sense my needs, even without being able to see me, your voice like velvet across my ears. “Go get one of your toys,” you order.



It takes me all of one minute to comply with your order, knowing that I will soon be experiencing ripples of pleasure. I shoot up to the bedroom, getting one of my vibes out of the drawer.



“I have it sir,” I say into the phone a bit breathlessly.



“Good girl,” you say sending a zing of pleasure through me. “Where are you in your house now?” you ask softly.



“My bedroom, sir.” I respond looking longingly are the bed.



“Strip, and get on the bed.”



I obey in short order, quickly removing the tank top, peeling it off and shivering as the material slides across my aching nipples. The skirt slides of quickly, dropping to the ground, to be kicked away. I pull my vibrator beside me and sit on the bed.



“I’ve done as you ordered sir,” I reply into the phone.



“Now, turn the vibe on high and find that spot on your clit. Work it,” you order, your voice soft but firm.



“Ye-yes sir,” I say my voice stammering as the vibe grazes my pussy lips. A whimper escaping as the tip slips easily between my lower lips and moves up to my clit, causing me to gasp softly.



“Feels good,” you say hearing my soft whimpers, as my hips arch toward the vibrations. The pulse of the vibrator feels so good against my clit, causing pleasure to uncoil in my stomach and spread out through my entire body. The combination of your voice and the vibe drive me immediately to the edge.



“Yes sir, so good. I need, I need to cum …. Soon, soon sir please.” I reply desperately into the phone.



“Already,” you question with a soft chuckle in your voice.



“Yes! Please, sir. Your …. Voice had me so.. worked up, sir. Please, please I need to cum.” I beg you through staggered breathes, as I continue to move the vibe faster against my clit. Faster and faster in circles that make the pleasure spiral through me. Each stroke causing a spike of pure bliss to shoot through my body, soon I won’t be able to wait for permission, even though I know I am not allowed to cum without it.



“Maintain the edge, press harder, you may not cum yet,” you coax into the phone.



I groan in frustration, but willingly obey, waiting for you to release me. My pussy soaking wet, almost ready to break into spasms as I fight to hold of the mounting orgasm. I hear your breathing getting heavier, and I suddenly realize that you are building yourself, and we will cum together. The sudden realization of this is almost enough to shove me over the edge, as I fight to hold back.



“Cum now,” I hear you order, and I hear your voice crack as you groan into the phone. Within a few seconds I allow my body to give in the orgasm, causing me to yelp as pleasure explodes through my body. My hips thrust upward, and I am in a frenzy with the vibe over my most sensitive are. The pleasure so intense I almost scream, as my hips buck and my back arches even more. The release of it fades and I lay flat on the bed, panting softly.



“Thank you, sir.” I say with through labored breathing, barely aware of my own body as the aftershocks of pleasure pulse through me.



“You are welcome,” you reply. “I will be coming over later today, around 3pm. I want you to go to the store and buy the items I have e-mailed to you. Do you understand?”



“Yes sir,” I reply wondering what you want me to get.



“Follow my instructions, or there will be punishments,” you say with warning.



“I will obey sir,” I say, remembering the last series of punishments, and not wanting to revisit them.



“Good, see you at 3,” you say into the phone, “goodbye.”



“Goodbye master,” I reply already moving to the computer.



As I read through your mail I feel myself getting wet again. Just reading the list, I know that later will be very exciting and continue to push my boundaries.



Slave,



Go to the store and purchase the following items: Clothes Pins, Carrot, Cucumber, Zucchini. Do not purchase anything else, see if the cashier displays any signs of knowing what you might be purchasing these items for. When you get home, wash the vegetables and wait for me. You are not to touch yourself, and not to cum unless I am there and give permission. When I get there be waiting for me, dress how you like, but you had better be accessible.



I finish the mail somewhat disappointed that you are not allowing even the slightest of touches for the rest of the day. Usually you would prefer that I torture myself but forbid the final release of orgasm.



I decide to go to the grocery store in the same skirt and tank I had been wearing before your call. Just driving to the store thinking about what I was about to buy, and knowing intuitively the purposes you had in mind was driving me wild. I could feel the wetness building and my clit was begging to be touched. I want so badly to spread my legs in the parking lot and work my clit, but you have forbid it, so I obey and go without.



I quickly collect the clothespins from the laundry aisle, and move into the produce section. I select a few carrots, a large cucumber and a zucchini. I feel my pussy twinge as I think about the purpose of the vegetables. I look down into the basket and feel myself flush red at the thought of the check-out clerk observing the contents.



As I approach the check-out aisle I see three different employees, a woman in her 30s, a teenage boy, and a man in his late 40s. I immediately decide against the teenager. “If the woman had any idea what the items were for I would have to deal with her judgmental looks,” I think to myself as I move towards the man’s check-out stand.



“Did you forget the lettuce?” he asks looking toward me.



I feel myself flush red, “No, these are the only vegetables I need,” I comment back trying not to let my voice portray my humiliation. As he scans the clothes pins through, he gives me a strange look, as if it is dawning on him what the combination of these items could be for.



With that I pay for the items and quickly leave the store, wanting to get away from the awkward looks. I set the produce down on the seat next to me, taking a deep breathe, and trying to calm down. It would be so much easier if I could feel the release of an orgasm. I look again at the produce thinking how wonderful it would feel gliding deep inside of me, but as tempting as it is, I am not allowed.



I look at the clock as I walk into the house and see that there is a little over an hour until I will see you. My pussy gets wet in anticipation of seeing you again, and I ache to touch, I feel the throbbing deep inside and fight to hold back and not cave into my desires. I wash the vegetables, and then go to take a quick shower myself.



I take my time drying off, rubbing lotion over my body, fixing my hair, and sliding into a sheer negligée. “This is definitely accessible,” I think to myself. I finish just as I hear the doorbell ringing. I slide on a robe to answer the door in and make my way to greet you.



You smile as I greet you and you make your way inside.



“Hello sir,” I reply letting the robe fall open to your view as I close the door.



“How was your day,” you ask, sliding your hands under the robe, exploring the thin barrier between your hand and my body.¬ I feel my body ignite from your touch, my pussy throbbing, my clit aching for your touch, my nipples harden, and my breathing quickens.



“It was maddening waiting for you and not being able to touch sir,” I reply with a gasp as your hand grazes across my nipple and you begin pinching softly.



“And did you obey?” you question.



“Yes, sir, I did not touch. As much as I wanted to, I refrained and obeyed you sir.” I coo enjoying your touch, as your hand trails down.



“And yet you are still desperately horney aren’t you,” you question as your finger grazes my wet lips.



“Yes sir,” I say through a moan.



“Why is that,” you continue to question, driving me insane. All I want is for you to fuck me, yet you continue to tease, continue to question, knowing that I am having a difficult time thinking clearing with your finger tracing circles around my clit.



“Knowing that we were meeting this afternoon, the sound of your voice over the phone, the list of items I was to buy. It left me wanting you, sir.”



“What do you want? You want me to fuck you?” your voice is husky with lust.



“Oh yes, please!” I moan and squirm against your body, trying to grind down on your hand. With that you abruptly sit me up on the table, standing between my spread legs. You move down and settle between my thighs, kissing and licking my soft flesh. “Oh, please, suck my pussy!”



“Whose pussy? Who do you belong to?” you question teasing me further.



“Your pussy! I belong to you!” I cry out desperately.



“Yes, you belong to me. Don’t forget that,” you say then bite down into my thigh, causing me to yelp and jerk my leg away, spreading my thighs wider. I feel your hands under my ass pulling me toward you, then your lips press into my bare pussy. Immediately I start moaning, so glad to finally feel your touch.



“You want me badly,” you say before your hot tongue licks between my pussy lips causing me to shiver with fierce need. Before I can answer you stretch out one arm and grab one tit with your hand, tightly squeezing the nipple until I cringe and cry out. Then you pull away from my sopping wet pussy, rise up and start slapping my breasts. I grunt in surprise, my eyes widen looking up at you. My hips raise up to you in a heated invitation to your hard cock I see bulging in your pants.



I watch as you take your rock hard cock out of your pants, and beg again, “Please, fuck me, sir, please!” I raise my hands toward your swollen cock, but you quickly grab my wrists, pushing me back onto the table, and placing my hands over my head. I groan in frustration, closing my eyes and turning my head away.



“No,” you say calmly. Yet you rub the head of your dick against my slick pussy lips. I am so ready for you, but it is all in vain.



“Yes! Please! You know you want to! Please?” I whimper, still not looking at you.



“No,” you reply still in perfect control, feigning lost interest. “Not now.” With that you release my hands and walk away. You love teasing me with denial. “Let’s have a bit of down time,” you say sitting down to watch some TV.



Visibly frustrated I pull myself down from the table, cursing you in my head for the prolonged torture. I tie my robe in a silent protest. Not that it would actually prevent you from doing anything, or I wouldn’t shed it off in a moment if I knew that you would give into my desires.



I fix a couple of drinks and bring some snacks into the living room and sit down on the couch with you. You raise your eyebrow slightly when you see the robe tied shut, but do not say anything as I hand you a drink and join you on the large over stuffed couch. After surfing through the channels for a bit and finding nothing but mindless rubble on TV you lay back as if to take a nap; you beckon for me to join you, and I lay down beside you, still miffed from earlier, and we both doze off into a midafternoon nap.



I feel your hand slide down my side, over my round hip, then between our bodies. There is no doubt you are now awake as I feel you cup my ass cheek in your palm and squeeze tightly. I feel your fingers slip between my thighs and you raise my leg to drape it back across your own. You find my warm pussy still damp with unfulfilled need as you tease my lips, slowly stroking but not penetrating them. I moan slightly from your touch, bringing me back to conscience thought.



“Shhh… don’t move a muscle. You just lie here and let me play. I’ll let you know when you can move,” you whisper. “I know what you want. I know what you need. But not yet.”



I feel my stomach tighten as I take a deep shuddering breath. The very sound of your words make me wet with anticipation. Yes, you do know, and you are in total control. I feel the tip of one finger ease between my swollen lips, delicately tracing up and down from my throbbing hole to my hard clit. I feel you circle the hot nub for several moments, as I try not to move in response to your touch. You deny your direct touch on my clit, knowing that will bring me quickly to the edge. My breathing growing harder in a forced effort to remain still despite the gentle assault between my lips; it is maddening, and all I can do not to reach down and press your hand harder against my engorged pussy. I am aching for you to fuck me with your fingers. I feel you rest your fingertip at my opening and simply flick back and forth in a slow lazy fashion. I see you smile as you feel my pussy trying to drawn you in, so hungry, so needy.



You pull your hand away and reach over my side for a new angle, from the front. Having my leg still pulled back over your hip. You smile and simply rest your fingers over my shaved skin, even motionless it is still arousing. Any touch from you is coveted, even if you continue to deny me; it is a thrill to feel your perfect control. “Please sir, please don’t stop. Please rub my pussy and clit!” I plead with you.



A heavy sigh rushes out as your fingers slide between my lips, dipping deep inside my pussy. Slowly pushing your fingers in deeply and slowly withdrawing, deliberately tormenting me by sliding your thumb along my slit but avoiding my clit. You pull your hand away, “To whom do you belong,” you ask.

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