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The Chair

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04.08.2019
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If it hadn’t been for that chair, I probably would never have dared to do what I did. It was a perfect chair. It was large and heavy. It was wide and shallow…

My wife was a lawyer at a high powered law firm. She made four times my income. Some of my friends wondered how I felt about that. It was cool.

Hell, I had a lot more money available to me than I could have hoped for on my high school teacher’s salary. That was certainly nice.

My wife also liked to be in control. She was always successful at what she did. She was used to it. In bed, she often ran the show. She loved being on top. I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. But sometimes, it was nice to do things a bit differently.

“Hi,” I said into the phone, “want to meet for lunch?”

“Ahhh, I’d love to,” my wife said, “but I really can’t. I’ve got to be in court at 1:00 and I still need to prepare.”

“Ok.”

“Sorry.”

“No problem.” There was a pause before I added, “You’ll be home for dinner?”

“Yes,” she said, “no doubt about it.”

“Good. I’ll… have something ready.”

When I got home I was feeling a bit nervous about what I intended to do. What if she hated it? I slipped into tattered jeans and an old tee shirt. I put on my work boots. I got everything ready and I waited. I felt a bit silly.

Shortly after 6:00, I heard my wife drive in. I quickly slipped on a ski mask and started to disconnect the TV set. If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right!

A minute or so later, my wife stepped into the house. I turned as if startled.

“Shit!” I hissed. I grabbed the water pistol and pointed it at her.

“What the…?” she looked at me quizzically. “Tom, why are you…”

“Shut Up!”

She jumped a bit. “Tom?”

I walked toward her. I whispered, “The safe word is ‘pancake,’ okay?” She looked at me for a moment while she considered what I had said. Finally a faint smile came to her lips. “I understand,” she said quietly.

“Get the hell out of my house,” she added suddenly in a loud voice. She got right into the part.

“Sure thing, babe,” I replied casually. But first I want what I came for. I gestured toward the TV.

“Get out now!” she repeated sharply.

“Of course, there are other interesting things here,” I said looking at her body. She swallowed as I started to walk around her. “For example…” I touched her shoulder. She flinched away. “Leave me alone,” she said.

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests.” I said. She remained quiet and didn’t move as I walked behind her to inspect her backside. She was a tall, thin woman with statuesque features. She was dressed in a business suit; a smart looking blazer with a white blouse and a matching skirt. Her jet black hair was done up neatly. “Yes,” I said to myself softly, “this is much better than the TV any day.”

I touched her buttocks through her skirt as I came around in front of her again. She stepped back, glaring at me. “I said: leave me alone!”

I laughed. “Hey, I’m the one giving the orders here,” I said. “And right now, I think I want to enjoy some of your feminine charms.”

“What do you mean?” she asked hotly.

“Take your clothes off,” I replied simply.

“No chance.” she hissed.

“Hey! I don’t think you have much choice in the matter.” I yelled as I waved the water pistol at her. “So you’d better start striping.” She glared at me. “Go on.” I said.

“You bastard,” she said as she slipped out of her blazer and started to unbutton her blouse. “You won’t get away with this. I’m a lawyer, you know.” She let her top drop to the floor, and she started to wiggle out of her skirt.

“Oh, don’t scare me, your lawyerness.” I said cynically. “Off with your shoes and stockings too. I want you naked.”

She glared at me again but she followed my instructions without protest.

“Now your underwear,” I said. She didn’t move. “I mean now!” I yelled.

“I’ll hire a private detective to find you,” she said as she unhooked her bra and let it join her other clothes on the floor.

“Well, then,” I replied, “I guess in that case I’d better just keep my mask on while we do this.” I gestured toward her white cotton underwear. “Those too,” I said. “You don’t expect me to fuck you while you’re wearing them do you?”

“You bastard,” she hissed, “you wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh but you’re wrong, your lawyerness,” I replied. “I would.”

She glared at me but didn’t move. “Off with them,” I said softly but firmly.

“No.” she replied.

“You bitch,” I hissed under my breath. I lunged forward and, before she could move I gave her a good, hard slap on her face. I hoped I hadn’t gone over the line.

“Ouch!” she cried out startled. “You fucking bastard!” she yelled. “Why did you do that?”

“Because you didn’t do what I told you,” I explained. “Now, take off your panties!” I commanded.

She looked at me with anger in her eyes but, she slowly slid her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. She stepped out of them and stood before me completely naked. She was really quite stunning. She had a well-toned body that complemented her finely chiseled features. Her breasts were small and her hips were somewhat narrow. However, she had an exceptionally lush growth of black pubic hair. Her thick, tangled mat of curls filled the space between her legs to overflowing.

“There,” I said with a smile. “That’s much nicer, don’t you think?”

“No.” she scowled.

I moved close to her. She looked at me defiantly. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking bastard,” she said backing away. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She resisted, but I held her firmly. “Stop it you bastard!” she yelled. She lifted her hand to strike me, but I grabbed it with my free hand and held it tightly.

“I may be a fucking bastard,” I hissed, “but soon I will be fucking the bitch. That much you can count on.” She wiggled violently in an effort to break free. I just tightened my grip. “Now, now,” I said, “I can see that you’re one feisty cunt.” I pulled her up against me and held her tightly with my arm. With a hard slap, I hit her buttock.

“Ouch!” she cried out wiggling violently. I slapped her buttock again leaving a red palm print on her ass.

“Are you going to behave?” I asked her.

“Don’t hit me,” she replied, but she didn’t wiggle.

I spanked her again and she yelped in surprise and pain. “Are you going to behave?” I asked again.

She said nothing.

I let her go. She dropped to the floor. “I can see that this isn’t going to be much fun with you loose like this.” I grabbed the chair that started all this and pulled it into the center of the room. “Get up and sit in this chair,” I said.

She eyed me cautiously as she obeyed my command. She kept her legs tightly closed. I grabbed the rope that I had prepared beforehand.

“Ok, bitch,” I said, “I’m going to fix it so you can’t wiggle so much.” I grabbed her arms and wrapped them behind the chair. Quickly I tied her wrists to the chair’s back.

“Damn you,” she said, “you’re going to pay for this. So help me.” She started to kick.

“Stop that!” I commanded. I slapped her face. She yelped and stopped. She was hot and flushed and covered with a thin film of sweat.

“Damn you, no!” she yelled as I tied her ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Be quiet,” I said. “Do you want me to gag you as well?” That shut her up.

After a few moments, her ankles were secure. “Ok, now spread your knees,” I told her. She glared at me and pushed her legs together as tightly as she could. I made as if I was going to slap her and she flinched. “Spread them,” I repeated.

Reluctantly she spread her knees and I quickly tied them to the arms of the chair to hold them that way. “Much better,” I said. “Now I can see your pretty lawyer’s pussy.”

“Fuck you.” she replied.

“That comes later,” I said. “I want to take my time.” I began to stroke her body sensuously. I touched her belly, breasts, legs, even her face. She writhed and squirmed against her bonds, but she was helpless.

“Stop. Stop it. I mean it! God damn it, stop. Please stop.”

It was clear that my wife was very excited by our little game. The flush in her face and the quickness of her breath were not all due to my slaps.

“You like it don’t you?” I said.

“Fuck you!”

I chuckled. I started to roll her nipples firmly between my fingers.

“Damn you!” She turned her face away, but her cheeks were flushed. I leaned down and gently bit one nipple. She squirmed to move away from my touch, but could not. I brought her nipple into my mouth and started sucking on it. “Stop it,” she hissed.

“You know you like it,” I said pausing between sucks. She said nothing but her nipple was fully erect. After a few minutes, I got up to move to the other side of her body.

“Untie me, you bastard,” she said. I answered her by sucking on her other breast. A soft moan escaped from her lips.

“You see,” I said, “you do like it. There’s no use denying it. You like having your tits sucked—especially by a bastard like me.”

“No,” she said. But her eyes were closed.

Eventually I moved between her legs. Slowly I brought my face closer and closer to her crotch. “No, no,” she said softly, “please, not that.” She tried desperately to close her legs, struggling against her bonds. She couldn’t move.

Her genitals were engorged. Her outer lips were full and puffy. Yet they were also nicely parted to reveal the flower of her inner lips. Her petals glistened with the dew of her excitement. Her clitoris, now excited and erect, thrust out eagerly from beneath its hood.

I burrowed my face between her petals and inhaled her aroma deeply. “You smell good, woman,” I said as I inhaled deeply again. “You smell aroused.”

She was silent.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” I asked in a teasing voice.

“Go to Hell.” She said, but her breathing was ragged.

“I know you do,” I said. Gently I ran the tip of my tongue along her inner labia and then up over her swollen clit. She shuddered. I licked the length of her pussy again. This time I brought her clit into my mouth and began to gently suck on it the way I know she loves; caressing it with my tongue with each gentle, sucking stroke.

“Please. Take anything you want just… please stop.”

I slid my finger into her cunt and ran it around the rim of her vagina, stretching her open as I sucked on her clit steadily and insistently.

“Oh, God,” she moaned after a few moments. I could tell that she was building quickly.

“I bet this lawyer’s pussy of yours cums very nicely.” I said as I slid a finger deeply into her. I watched as her body pulled and tugged uselessly against the ropes. She sighed and shuddered slightly. “Does your pussy cum nicely?” I asked.

“You’ll never know,” she said.

“You don’t think I can make you cum?” I said as I took my other hand and started rubbing her clit.

She was shaking. “No.”

I chuckled. “We’ll see.” I started massaging her G-spot firmly with one hand while I stroked her clit with quick, gentle strokes.

“Do you like that?” I asked after a few minutes.

“No.” she said panting. Yet she was pushing her pelvis up against my fingers as she spoke.

“I think you do, you lawyer bitch,” I said. “Your pussy likes it. Your pussy wants it.”

“No,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

I withdrew my finger from her vagina and held it up. “You may lie, but your pussy doesn’t,” I said. “Look at how wet you are. Look!” Reluctantly she looked at her glistening liquids coating my finger.

I wiped my finger against her cheek. She turned her head away, but her bonds kept her from going far. “You see,” I said. “You see how wet you are.” I dipped my finger back into her vagina and then wiped it against her cheek again.

“Stop it.” she hissed.

“Tell me that you’re turned on.” I dipped my finger into her again and wiped her wetness against her left nipple. Then I covered her right nipple.

“Stop it.”

“Tell me…” I repeated.

“I’m… I’m turned on,” she said softly.

“That’s a good girl,” I said. “Now here’s your reward.” I went back to stimulating her clit and G-spot as before. She groaned. “Good, girl,” I said, “Now tell me that you want me to make you cum.”

“No,” she panted. “I won’t give you that satisfaction, you bastard.”

“You don’t think I can make you beg for it?” I asked.

“No way,” she said with defiance.

I stroked her steadily for several minutes, gradually increasing the tempo of my stroking. She fought it by wiggling and twisting to get away from me, but her bonds kept her from going far. There was nothing she could do to avoid my touch. The energy was incredible. Soon her whole body was shaking as she fought to remain in control.

“Tell me that you want to cum,” I said as I rapidly stroked her dripping pussy. “Say it!”

“Noooo,” she gasped. I hadn’t seen her so hot in a long time. I could see the muscles in her legs and abdomen tense as she readied herself to explode into orgasm.

“All right then,” I said, “fine.” I suddenly stopping my stimulation.

“Unnn!” She twitched her whole body with the shock of the lost stimulation.

“You want to cum now don’t you?” I said.

She said nothing.

“Tell me that you want to cum.” I started to rub her clit again.

“You bastard,” she hissed as she closed her eyes. Again I brought her to the edge of orgasm, and again I stopped just before she experienced her release.

“Tell me you want to cum.” I said.

“Please untie me.” she replied.

“No way.” Again with rapid strokes I brought her to the brink. She was shaking and covered with sweat. Her pussy was turgid and her wetness was creating a spot on the chair.

“Tell me you want to cum.” I said.

“I…” she began.

“Yes?”

“I want to cum.” she said softly.

“Beg.”

She was silent. I teased her swollen clit slowly with my fingers. I knew just how she liked to be touched, how to give her an orgasm, and how to keep her on the brink.

“Don’t humiliate me like this,” she pleaded. “I give up. You win. I want to cum now.”

“Beg for it.” I said.

She said nothing. I stroked her clit steadily but very gently. Not too firmly, but just enough…

“Please, you bastard,” she panted, “Make me cum.”

“Louder.”

I rubbed her clit vigorously for a few strokes to tantalize her.

“Please make me cum!” she called out.

I began rubbing her rapidly and purposefully. “Oh yes, yes, yes!” she cried out as her release approached. I slid a finger deeply into her to massage her G-spot with firm pressure. I knew she was only seconds away.

“Yes! Yes!” she grunted obscenely tied to the chair with her pussy open and welcoming to my touch. “Ohhhh, God! Yes!…”

Just as she was about to peak, I abruptly pulled my hands away.

“Fuck! No! Don’t stop now!!” she cried out twitching frantically but helplessly. “*Please* don’t stop!!”

“You’re singing a different tune now, lawyer bitch,” I said.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, “have mercy on me.”

“Why should I have mercy on you?” I asked as I started to roll her nipples between my fingers again. She said nothing at first but she was panting loudly.

“Oh, God,” she whispered after a moment. “I need to cum so much.”

“Aww,” I said in a tone of mock concern, “your poor lawyer’s pussy wants to cum does it?” She said nothing.

I reached down between her legs and started to gently rub her clit again with one finger while I massaged the inside her vagina with another. I wanted to give her just enough stimulation excite her, but not enough to get her off. I had to be careful as she was very close.

“Faster,” she pleaded. “Rub me faster.” She strained against her bonds, but this time she strained toward may hands rather than away. I stimulated her a bit more slowly, gradually slowing down as her excitement built until, just as she was about to reach her orgasm, my finger broke contact with her genitals. I held it about a half inch above her clit. My other finger was pressed against her G-spot but I didn’t move it at all.

“I’ll… I’ll do anything,” she gasped looking at me with desperation in her eyes. “I just need to cum. Please don’t tease me anymore I’ll do whatever you want if you make me cum.”

I lowered my mouth toward her crotch. She nodded frantically and pushed her hips toward me as far as she could.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Lick me. Please.”

I gently licked her clit once. “Tell me that you’re a horny lawyer slut!” I said.

“I’m a horny lawyer slut!” she called out.

I licked her again. “Tell me that you want to cum.”

“Oh God, I *really* want to cum.” she said. She was shaking.

Another lick. “Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

“Oh God… please,” she moaned.

“Say it!”

“I want you to fuck me.” she said softly.

I licked her pussy again. “Louder!”

“I want you to fuck me!”

“No, you bitch, scream it!” I commanded.

“I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!” she cried out loudly, filling our house with the sound of her voice.

“Good girl,” I said softly. “Here’s your reward.” With that I started sucking on her clit firmly and briskly while I simultaneously started rubbing her G-spot firmly. She immediately exploded into an astonishing orgasm.

“UNNNNGGGGHHHH!!” She howled in consuming ecstasy as wetness gushed from her pussy in a generous squirt that sprayed over my hand and splashed onto the floor. I stimulated her genitals steadily both inside and out while she grunted through wave after wave of pleasure. I could feel her cunt milking my finger with strong, steady contractions. “Unnnggghhh!!” she groaned again as her climax seemed to surge with fresh energy. Was it a second orgasm, or just more of the first one? It was hard to tell. “So good… she gasped. “It’s so… fucking… good…”

When she finally finished, she slumped in the chair and looked at me with resignation.

“Are you going to untie me now that you’ve finished humiliating me?”

“I’m most certainly not finished with you,” I said standing up. “In fact, I’ve only just gotten started.” I started striping out of my clothes. She shook her head.

“No, no, no! Haven’t you done enough already?”

“Hey, your lawyerness,” I said, “need I remind you that you *asked* me to fuck you?”

“You made me say that you bastard,” she said angrily.

My cock was as hard as it gets. It jutted out eagerly from my crotch. I stood next to the chair and waved it in her face. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. “Get away from me,” she said sharply.

“I think not,” I said.

I moved between her legs again. This time, instead of my face, it was my penis that approached her open genitals.

“You… you’re going to rape me!” she said.

“That’s the general idea.” I said. “But, hey, Can we really call it rape since you just got off so well?” She turned her face away as if ashamed by the memory of her orgasm.

“And you know what,” I said, “I’m going to get you off again.”

“No way, you bastard,” she snarled. “You will *not* get that satisfaction!” I laughed at her as she struggled against her bonds again.

As she was writhing trying to get free, I slid the head of my cock just inside her labia and paused to savor the sensations. Try as she might she was utterly unable to move her hips away from me.

“Stop it! Stop it!” she hissed. I let my cock slid up and down her slit and over her clitoris.

“Get away from me,” she sobbed, “Please get away.” I slid my cock just inside her vagina, and then, after a moment, withdrew it again to further tease her clit.

She struggled violently but it was hopeless. I had complete access to her, and there was nothing she could do about it. With a powerful thrust, I buried my cock to the hilt in her body.

“Ohhhhh,” She moaned in helpless pleasure.

“You like that, bitch?” I said,

“Fuck you, you bastard,” she hissed.

I grabbed her hair with my hands and pulled back on it firmly. She cried out in sudden pain. She was unable to even more her head. “No!” I said sharply, “I’m going to fuck you!”

I began to thrust rapidly and deeply. Her cunt felt wonderful wrapped around my cock. So warm. So slick. So wet. Beneath me, she was completely immobile and helpless.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned softly, “you’ve got one nice pussy, you lawyer bitch.”

“Let me go,” she whispered.

“When I’m ready,” I said. I started thrusting fast and furiously. I was raping her, after all, and it felt wild. “But first,” I said, “I’m going to make you cum again.”

“No,” she said trying to shake her head. I pulled her hair a little more tightly.

“Oh yes,” I said. I could tell that another orgasm was building rapidly in her body.

“Yeah, bitch, that’s it. Go ahead and cum again. You know you want to.”

“Noooooo,” she moaned. “Please God, no!” But I could tell that she was helpless to stop it. Moments later her body stiffened beneath me and the muscles in her vagina squeezed firmly on my cock as she toppled into her orgasm. “Noooooo!!” she groaned loudly as I continued to fuck her steadily. Her body shivered and she strained against her bonds in her ecstasy, grunting like an animal.

Then, just as her climax started to subside, my loins erupted in an orgasm of my own. I howled in pleasure. God, it felt good! I thrusted deeply, and pumped a enormous load of cum into my wife’s body. It was one of the best climaxes I’ve had in a long time.

Afterward, we both took a few deep breaths. She smiled at me and said, “pancake.” We giggled. I untied her and we rested on the floor for a few minutes.

“Wow!” she said at last, “That was incredible!”

“Yeah,” I said.

There was a pause.

“What’s for dinner?” she asked and we laughed.

END

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