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We were sitting at a small table in an empty restaurant, late one winter, Saturday night, when you saw something was wrong. I had recently received another promotion and it was one we both agreed I couldn’t turn down. It was a great move and I had found a way to mostly deal with the stress I faced.

“What’s wrong,” you said as you reached for my hand.

“Nothing.”

“Not nothing. What is it?”

I exhaled.

“Sometimes it is tiring to be responsible and in charge. When I look back at different times in my life, they always nudged me into leadership. School groups, mentoring exchange students, church, Bravo, here… now. I don’t know that I’m much of a leader.”

“But they do.”

“Right.”

“Because you are. You care too. About the job and the people. A lot of people don’t.”

“Yeah…”

“Is that all?”

“I guess it’s the control thing. Keeping it all together, all of the time.”

“And you want to let go sometimes.”

“I do.”

You smiled and squeezed my hand.

“I can help with that. Let me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll take control sometimes. In ways you’ll like.”

“Please do,” I laughed.

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.”

I had no idea what you had in mind but my mind ran through the possibilities. Restraint. Teasing. Denial and reward alternated and driving me crazy.

I smiled back. I had no idea what waited for me. And neither did you but you got to work.

A few weeks later, we are alone again. Another dinner. A miracle, but these days we can comfortably afford it. We are finishing dessert when you slip me a folded piece of paper. Thick stock. Emblem on the front. A hotel. You smile and get up and leave. I look and see it is the hotel next door. Inside is a key card. A room number scrawled beside it.

The waiter returns and I hand him my debit card. You have a few minute lead on me. I’m wondering what is going on. What do you have planned?

Check settled, I grab our coats from the coat check girl.

“Your wife left without her coat. Is she ok?”

“She’s fine. She’s just next door. I’ll take it to her, thanks.”

I pace the elevator as I nervously wonder at what is happening. I didn’t know you could pace in an elevator.

The doors open and I walk the hall to the room. I swipe the badge and the little light above the handle turns green. It’s dark inside. I walk in and close the door behind me.

The windows ahead of me are bare. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. The only source of light in the room comes from the city beyond. You’re by the windows looking out. You’ve changed clothes. A white top tucked into a tight brown skirt. Your hair is pulled back in a pony tail. You’re wearing your glasses.

“Hello, Mr… actually we didn’t do last names when we met at the library.”

I catch on right away. You Subayevleri Escort had mentioned this fantasy before.

“Why did you invite me here?”

“You know why. You are exhausted and dejected. I saw you staring at the wall of the cubicle in the corner of my library and walked right up to you, which I never do, and asked if you were ok. When you told me everything, which surprised me, since I’m just a librarian, I felt something inside me stir. I’ve never been one to reach out to others. But I wanted to help. Remind you what’s out there. Take some burden off of you. In a way that’s what librarians are there for. We just don’t usually take it this far.”

“Usually,” I said.

“Right.”

“Strip.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Strip, and then sit on the chair.”

You pull out a rigid plastic chair at the small table by the window. I undo my tie, which you take and pull taut in your hands.

I’m naked.

“Cold?”

I look down and see my penis is withdrawn and my balls tight against my body.

“I guess it was cold outside.”

“I’ll warm you up. Sit.”

I listen and sit down. The plastic is cold against my butt. You tie my wrists behind my back. You straddle my lap, leaning down to kiss me, and hike up your skirt so you can spread your legs and sit on me. Your panties are sheer white and I can see the hint of your naked pussy through them. Smooth. I want to put my mouth to it, have you above me, pulling the back of my head tighter against you as my lips meet your body.

You kiss me again and I look into your eyes. You reach down and I feel your warm hands fondle my balls. Then another sensation. A clicking noise. I look down and there’s something wrapped around my manhood. It keeps my cock contained and loops around my balls. I’ve heard about this and I instantly feel a thrill and a fear.

“To keep you from getting hard. I’m taking away your control. That’s what you told me you wanted when we met. ‘If only for a few minutes.'”

“Yes,” I say and my lips grasp for yours. You pull back and wave your finger back and forth.

“Not so fast.”

You let your hair down. And then unbutton your shirt, pulling it out of your skirt and exposing your sheer bra. I see your nipples. Hard. You’re excited too. You reach behind your back and unzip the skirt. You shimmy it and it falls to the floor.

My body starts to respond. Longing for you but unable to get hard. My balls soften and swell inside of the cage. My cock expands as much as it can but no further.

You walk away, to the door and open it. A shadowed figure enters. You lead him into the room, into the dim light. I don’t know him. But I can see he’s a type you like. Rugged, tall, strong features, nice hair, and seemingly fit. I have no idea where you found him and instantly my mind recalls the fantasies Subayevleri Escort Bayan we have talked about for a few years.

It was never quite like this though.

You slip off your bra and toss it playfully onto my head. Your thumbs hook into your panties and you slip them off. My mouth drops open as I see your body, my default reaction to your hotness. You smile and stuff the panties in my mouth.

You start to strip him, at times looking my way but mostly not. Once his shirt is off and you see his muscular chest and arms, your fingers explore. I see your subtle excitement as your hands run down his chest, over his stomach. Further and further down. Unclasping his belt you drop his pants. He is down to his boxers.

Immobile. Speechless. Forced to watch. Seeing you into him and I can do nothing. I cannot take you and fuck you now. The loss of control is strangely erotic.

You kneel before him and pull his boxers down. His cock springs free. His balls are hanging low, and which I know from my personal experience means he is full. His cock isn’t hard but it is getting there and it’s much more than mine. More in length and more in girth.

You gasp and shyly touch it.

“I’ve never seen one quite so…big.”

My body reacts on pure impulse. I try to break free so I can take you away from him. But it’s useless. You tied a good knot.

You look back at me and raise an eyebrow before turning back to him. You look up at him as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth. He groans and looks up trying to contain himself.

I know you and your technique and your abilities with your tongue and can only imagine what you’re doing. I see a glimpse of your cheek sucked in. Jealousy floods me. But also I’m horny AF. I want you to suck my cock.

It doesn’t take long for him to be hard and the two of you don’t waste time. He lifts you up and tosses you into the bed. You spread your legs so I see your pussy, practically dripping. He puts his head between your legs and you watch me as you run your hands through his hair. You’re getting louder and louder and then you throw your head back and arch your back until a crescendo. You’re out of breath.

He stands up and then takes his cock, pressing the head against your body. He runs it over your soaking pussy. Back and forth, up and down, until you reach down and take it and pull him in by it.

You gasp yet again as he slowly fills you. You are propped up on your elbows so you can look down between your legs and see him filling you.

He starts to thrust.

“Slow, let me get used to you,” you say, breathless.

“Your ‘friend’ isn’t this big?”

You look at me and then both look at my restrained cock. You shake your head no.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve only seen him flaccid.”

“Tell him how it feels.”

“It Escort Subayevleri feels like too much. But in a very, very good way.”

My cock is leaking come at this point. There’s so much built up and the visual stimulation makes it se there’s nowhere else for it to go. My balls feel like they’re going to burst.

You move your hands to his hips and control his rhythm, which begins to speed up. I hear his balls slapping against your body. You let go and take hold of his arms, bracing against him. He grabs them and with force holds them above your head. You scream as you are overloaded by his dominance.

I watch you come again, and again, and as he flips you over so you face me, while he takes you from behind. I watch your face while you’re on all fours and he enters you. You whisper, “I love you.” It’s the only time you break from the roleplay.

He covers your mouth then. Your eyebrows arch again and he thrusts hard into you. Your breasts are heaving and tossing every which way with each of his thrusts. I want to take them into my mouth.

You push him back and you take charge. Throw him onto the bed. His head is closer to my end of the room. I watch as you hover above him. You take his cock and lower yourself onto him. I watch like you did as he fills you, spreading your pussy to its limits. You take it all, your body at rest against his. Then you grab his arms and pin them to the bed as you bounce on him. Your breasts are a delight to watch.

“I’m com-” he begins to say but you cover his mouth.

He tries to break free but you keep riding him. He moans and I see his ab muscles clenching. He’s about to come. Then your eyes go wide as you feel his come filling you.

You give him a few good, strong hip motions and then slide off of him. His cock flies upward, slapping against his stomach. You lie back on the bed and catch your breath.

“Time to go,” you say to the stranger.

“Will I see you again?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

He sits up and walks across the bed on his knees.

You take him in your mouth and keep him hard. He’s still so sensitive and throbbing.

I grow very jealous. You’ve never done that for me. I look between your legs. Your pussy is bright red. Swollen and still gaping from his rigorous fucking. You’re stretched wide.

I watch as his balls surge and your throat as you swallow. He picks up his clothes and quickly dresses by the door and quietly exits.

You sit up and quickly come to me. Come falls from between your legs to the floor between mine. You lift a leg onto the table beside me, resting a foot there, and give me no choice but to go down on you until you come again.

The naughtiness of it all makes it easy for you to come quickly. And then you untie me and break character.

You grab the key to the cage and undo it. My cock surges to life, hard within seconds. I push to back to the bed. Throw you onto your belly, holding your hands on the bed above your head. I spread your legs with my knee and enter you from behind.

At first you feel different. Less accommodating than usual. Your body comes back. You take me, and I fuck you hard, taking you back. Reestablishing control.

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