บททั้งหมดของ Kirstie's Tale: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

My breath hitching, I stand still, my body beginning to tremble."I have plans for this evening," he continues, "and I expect you to obey me. Are you going to obey me?"I nod, a hot flush rising up my neck that has nothing to do with embarrassment.There is a rustling behind me; a soft sound, just on the edge of hearing. His mouth still close by my ear, he murmurs, "I'm going to blindfold you now..." He pauses. "... Yes?""Yes." My tremble increases, and as something soft and satiny winds around my eyes, Ryan stands close enough against me that he must be able to feel the quiver of my flesh against him.The cloth binds around my face, and his fingers pass upwards from chin to forehead, brushing the silk back from my nose. "Alright? Not too tight? You can breathe?"Dumbly, I nod. The blindfold has not completely obscured the light. I cannot see, but a kind of textured half-light, deeply red, penetrates through.Still pressed against me, he holds me by the shoulders, nibbli

My hands thrashing, I try to seize something, fingers clutching at the bedcovers as though I need to hang onto the world in some erotically driven fear of falling. Enraptured, I lurch and buck as orgasm runs amok through me...And as the wash of climax laps away, Ryan standing behind me, there is a rustling and a movement, the sound of tearing foil and a pause...Then his cock rams into me, slamming home, banging against my inner walls. Again, I scream, but now it is the howl of satisfaction, of being taken by this man who, barely knowing me, yet understands me so well.He is rock hard and huge, his shaft stretching me open as he rides me hard. I rock with his rhythm, swinging to meet his movements as his hips collide into mine, our bodies moving together, in the two that is one.His breathing turns to gasping and there is the drip of hot sweat onto my back. His fingernails bite into my hips and... with a grunt, he presses tight against me, his hips rotating. Filling me comp

"That's very sweet of you. Does she know you're coming? Should I call her for you?""Yes, could you give her a buzz for me. Just tell her that Ben's here for her. It's Mrs Summerford, extension 4528."I call upstairs, to be answered by a young woman's voice."Hello, is that Mrs Summerford? It's Kirstie down in Reception. Your brother-in-law's here for you.""Thanks. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."Ben leans over my desk. "So, when can I see you again?"Now how do I get out of this?I shouldn't have told him about where I was working...I settle for prevarication. "Um, I'm busy tonight...""Tomorrow?""Not sure. I think I need to visit my sister. She's a bit upset about her current boyfriend. I think she wants a girl-to-girl..."... The elevator doors swish open and a young woman exits. It's the redhead that accompanied James Alexanders.She still looks great, casually dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, her long ponytail swinging. "Hi, Champ," Ben calls

... Pushing me down at the shoulders, he seizes my wrists, pulling them behind me, leaving me to flop down onto my chest, face pressed sideways against the duvet. Holding my wrists, once more he plunges into me, this time with his cock. I expect him to ram into me, but now he changes pace. He thrusts, but slowly; penetrating entirely, forcing himself all the way inside me, then withdrawing completely. As he enters me, the bulging head of his cock squeezes past the inner muscle ring and his thick shaft drives it gradually and inexorably home.I'm still seeing stars, racked by my previous climax, but as he circles my wrists with one hand to release the other, he reaches to manipulate my clit. Almost with despair, I realise that he intends to wring another orgasm from me."God, Ryan. I can't...""You can. You're going to," he replies quietly.He twists his hips, aiming his erection at my g-spot and I judder and moan as my pussy vibrates and clenches. Quaking and quivering, lost

I try to form the question in a way that can't cause offence if I have gotten things horribly wrong, but Michael steps in. "Yes," he says."Yes?""Yes," he repeats. "I'm married to Charlotte.""And James...?""James too."Charlotte's face is a picture. "Michael, is this a good idea?""Don't worry, Babe," he replies. "Kirstie knows how it works."Charlotte looks at me, then at Michael, then back at me. "Do you two know each other?""Kirstie and I, James too, know each other from um... my and James' playful past..."Charlotte bursts out laughing. "Ah, gotcha. You met at the clubs and you...?""Yes," I admit. "That's not a problem for you, is it?" "Not at all." she rests her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze. "James, Michael and I established long ago that the Past is the Past. We don't let it interfere with our current relationship." She leans closer. "Tell me; when James had finished with you, how long was it before you could sit down?"I splutter my coffee over