Finishing a story...(anal, FonM strap-on theme)

Ok ladies, have to do some work, will be back later.

Sk Keep posting, making me very horny for tonights playtime.

Will take some toy pics for you two then as well
 
mr happy said:
Ok ladies, have to do some work, will be back later.

Sk Keep posting, making me very horny for tonights playtime.

Will take some toy pics for you two then as well

I can't wait for the pics! Post them on "Playful males..."

I'll write atleast the next installment then it is dinner and homework :(

Hopefully I'll get it done in time to write some more and to play.
 
Maybe this will work....

For you it seems like eternity before I reach the desk. Luckily, one of the employees had seen me coming and darted over eagerly to help serve my needs, and by his open mouth stare, you were guessing he would be willing to serve any need imaginable. The thought of what I might do to him fills your mind, causing you to struggle for control of your hands that seem to desire nothing more than to touch and rub. You feel the pulsing right behind your tightened pair, making the struggle almost a war. You would have long ago given into such a need, but my words added strength in the form of fear of reprisal.
 


As I make my way back to you, you fight the impulse to run to me and beg to be allowed release. But you obey and stay seated. I lean forward, and press something into your hand. I whisper to you "go to the washroom and put it on. No stroking beyond sliding it on and no cumming." and walk back to the desk.

Afraid to open your palm in front of everyone in the semi-busy lobby you keep your hand closed untill you reached the washroom. Going into one of the stalls you, you peer into your hand. There is a black rubber ring, it takes only a second to understand, but then you moan in frustration at the realization of how hard it will be not to cum as you obey. Even the slight rubbing of your pants nearly brought you to climax as you walked, now your hands will be touching the center of your need, yet you can't cum. You undo your belt and pants, then your boxers, trying not to let the material caress your length. You stare at your own hard manhood, unable to believe that the nearly purple thick long shaft is yours. It appeared to have grown since the restaurant, struggling to keep from jerking off, you reach for it. 'DAMN your hand felt good', you fight to keep from moaning as you try to quit shivering from need. 'DAMN HER' you thought, keeping you from release. Taking a deep breathe you pull it on, then pull your hands behind your head as you fight to hold back the tension in your balls. Quickly dressing you, you flush the toilet to cover up your real reason, and wash your hands. A quick glance in the mirror reveals a new plight.

You had worn boxers that day underneath your dress pants, neither of which work well when hiding your usual arousal, but with the teasing and cock ring, it was evident to even the most casual glance. Trying to avoid any looks in the bathroom wasn't too hard, but to walk across that crowded lobby without someone noticing would be impossible. Taking a deep breathe you move to dry your hands. Even that small movement caused your head to rub against the material making you struggle to stop the orgasm that threatened to split you in two. As you open the door to the lobby, you pause in hope that everyone would disappear, but they remained. Reminding yourself that release will be soon, and that I would meake it well worth the wait, you moved quickly back to the bench ignoring the glances of women as you pass, and even a few secretive looks from men.
 
I haven't quite mastered a system yet......but here it is:

As I make my way back to you, you fight the impulse to run to me and beg to be allowed release. But, you obey and stay seated. I lean forward and press something into your hand. I whisper to you "go to the washroom and put it on, no stroking beyond sliding it on and no cumming" and walk back to the desk.

Afraid to open your palm in front of everyone in the semi-busy lobby, you keep your hand closed until you reach the washroom. Going into one of the stalls, you peer into your hand; there is a black rubber ring and it takes only a second to understand, but then you moan in frustration at the realization of how hard it will be not to cum as you obey. Even the slight rubbing of your pants nearly brought you to climax as you walked, now your hands will be touching the center of your need, yet you can't cum. You undo your belt and pants, then your boxers, trying not to let the material caress your length. You stare at your own hard manhood, unable to believe that the nearly purple thick long shaft is yours. It appeared to have grown since the restaurant and struggling to keep from jerking off, you reach for it. DAMN your hand felt good, you fight to keep from moaning as you try to quit shivering from need. 'DAMN HER' you thought, keeping you from release. Taking a deep breath, you pull it on, and then pull your hands behind your head as you fight to hold back the tension in your balls. Quickly dressing, you flush the toilet to cover up your real reason, and wash your hands. A quick glance in the mirror reveals a new plight.

You had worn boxers that day underneath your dress pants, neither of which work well when hiding your usual arousal, but with the teasing and cock ring, it is evident to even the most casual glance. Trying to avoid any looks in the bathroom wasn't too hard, but to walk across that crowded lobby without someone noticing would be impossible. Taking a deep breath you move to dry your hands. Even that small movement causes your head to rub against the material making you struggle to stop the orgasm that threatens to split you in two. As you open the door to the lobby, you pause in hope that everyone would disappear, but they remain. Reminding yourself that release will be soon, and that I would make it well worth the wait, you moved quickly back to the bench ignoring the glances of women, and even a few secretive looks from men as you pass.
 
Thank you GG for editing!

You make my writing follow the rules of the language in which it is written, the same way I hope the reader to follow this story!
 
Satin Kitty 69 said:
Thank you GG for editing!

You make my writing follow the rules of the language in which it is written, the same way I hope the reader to follow this story!

This is just the boring stuff....you do the exciting work :)
 
GiveawayGirl said:
This is just the boring stuff....you do the exciting work :)

ah but you allow the excitement to carry through unhindered by errors in my grammer and spelling!

This my 1000th post I write in thanks to all who help, support and care for me.

I'm off to change my profile and then to do my assignment.

See you and your words in the morning!
 
Satin Kitty 69 said:
ah but you allow the excitement to carry through unhindered by errors in my grammer and spelling!

This my 1000th post I write in thanks to all who help, support and care for me.

I'm off to change my profile and then to do my assignment.

See you and your words in the morning!

Congratulations and good luck on that article.
 
GiveawayGirl said:
Congratulations and good luck on that article.

I managed to finish it with 14 mintues to spare and 2 words under the 400 word limit. Conciseness is a weak point for me, so I had to go back and cut and reword most of it after the first draft, but its done! YEAH!
 
Satin Kitty 69 said:
I managed to finish it with 14 mintues to spare and 2 words under the 400 word limit. Conciseness is a weak point for me, so I had to go back and cut and reword most of it after the first draft, but its done! YEAH!
I knew you could do it! Congrats
 
As I see it they will end up in her hotel room.

Between the lobby and there:

the elevator: should it be stopped or play while it is moving? what should happen there?

stopping to get ice, maybe him having to pull out his cock and have her run an ice cube over it?
 
Satin Kitty 69 said:
As I see it they will end up in her hotel room.

Between the lobby and there:

the elevator: should it be stopped or play while it is moving? what should happen there?

stopping to get ice, maybe him having to pull out his cock and have her run an ice cube over it?

I think let the elevator run..........the risk of the doors opening and having someone discover them is very exciting.........
 
GiveawayGirl said:
I think let the elevator run..........the risk of the doors opening and having someone discover them is very exciting.........

should he get to taster her yet? our just her thighs?
 
Doctor B Evil said:
Keep him wanting more by teasing him.

Please!

LOL

I would never stop teasing so soon. A quick taste would likely tease more tahn satisfy.

I'm surprised by your suggestion...although I know that if you were in his shoes you would be begging for the opposite (a quick release then more)
 
You shift on the bench, trying to hide you evident need while you watch my every move and wish for my shift return to where you know sit. In you mind dances desires and thought of what might later come to be, yet regardless of what heppens tonight it will be beyond simply pleasurable and you will never forget me or that dress.

I turn to face you. My finger reaching out to you, seeming to caress you from afar as I motion for you to come to me. You stand up, eager to reach me but aware of passing glances again. After you have closed but half the distance, I was turning and walking towards the elevators on far wall. You moan, not wishing to be left behind.
 
Satin Kitty 69 said:
You shift on the bench, trying to hide you evident need while you watch my every move and wish for my shift return to where you know sit. In you mind dances desires and thought of what might later come to be, yet regardless of what heppens tonight it will be beyond simply pleasurable and you will never forget me or that dress.

I turn to face you. My finger reaching out to you, seeming to caress you from afar as I motion for you to come to me. You stand up, eager to reach me but aware of passing glances again. After you have closed but half the distance, I was turning and walking towards the elevators on far wall. You moan, not wishing to be left behind.

Damn this story is hot! My wife and I have enjoyed reading it together and ...
 
Sorry SK, I've been a slacker.....I didn't see this until today!


You shift on the bench trying to hide your evident need while you watch my every move and wish for my shift to return to where you now sit. In your mind desires dance with thoughts of what might later come to be. Yet, regardless of what happens tonight, it will be beyond simply pleasurable, and you will never forget that dress or me.

I turn to face you. My finger is reaching out to you, seeming to caress you from afar, as I motion for you to come to me. You stand up, eager to reach me but aware of passing glances again. After you have closed but half the distance, I turn and begin walking towards the elevators on the far wall. You moan, not wishing to be left behind.
 
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