One Man's Trash

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Oh My God. The three words summed up in so many different ways what was happening to Ivan right now.

Oh My God, why had he always dated such prissy nice girls for his entire life? Sasha had in just a scant ten minutes excited him more than all those well bred soon to be Suzie homemaker types he had ever known. Combined. Times ten. Ivan would never be the same, the old adage you can't appreciate what you never had is true. Now that he knew women like Sasha really existed, he could never, ever go back. What a waste of his precious time they had been.

Oh My God. The pain and pleasure combination were literally like blasts of hot and cold water on his sex drive. First her mouth taking him to to the edge. Hot. Then her long fingernails jamming into the base of his cock causing toe curling pain, but accomplishing her goal of stopping him from cumming. Cold. Mouth, hot. Rakish nails, cold. Back and forth. Agony and Ecstacy. A million other trite cliches could apply. She had him.

Oh my God, he had been imagining what her breasts would look like, and taste like since the moment he set eyes on Sasha. They were unbelieveable. Not huge, just somehow right. Her nipples were hard, and he ached to suck them each in their own turn. Her tongue flicking over his neck, and those nipples hung on his lips as she bent over to torment him more. Impulsively he leaned his head forward, completely sucking her entire left breast in his mouth. Sasha's nipple poked on the roof of mouth, causing a crazy sensation. In his sudden lust for Sasha, he bit her nipple hard ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha pulled back abruptly at the cutting sensation of his teeth, laying a firm hand with a resounding smack over Ivan’s right cheek. Her palm stung with the force, and her own reaction surprised her more than perhaps it had fazed Ivan. Up until this point it had all been a role for Sasha, a well-played one perhaps, but still a character. But she felt her blood rush at this sign of her complete inner dominance, and shivered in delight. She brushed Ivan’s cheeks softly with her fingertips as a guilty owner might treat a pet they had spoken too harshly to.

Kissing at his ear, Sasha nibbled delicately up the ridge of cartilage, pulling at the skin, as her hand wrapped around his cock. Slowly, with a smooth and easy grip, she brought him back to the boiling point he had been at before her slap had distracted him.

“Cum and you’ll be mine, Ivan...”

The words flowed freely from her lips, sucking briefly at his neck, not yet letting her mouth engulf his as she longed to do, her tone taunting as she knew it was not a matter of ‘if’ but a matter of ‘when’. Plunging down upon him until her throat wrapped his pulsing member like a glove and she could feel his rapid heartbeat tickling against the very back her mouth, she murmured in an undecipherable tone of enjoyment. The slight vibrations of her vocalization coupled with the wily caresses of her tongue caused him to arch slightly against her spread mouth. In that moment, Sasha knew he would belong to her and her alone....

 

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IVAN

“Cum and you’ll be mine, Ivan...”

Those words spoken, Ivan saw the change in Sasha's demeanor. He saw her totally relax, as if she were as at ease with him as she was slipping into her favorite chair. Her slap hurt momentarily, but her soothing hand had assuaged the sting in mere moments.

He wanted her so badly, and her words gave him the green light he craved. As excited as he was, every movement every gesture from Sasha built his sexual desire. He knew would cum multiple times this day, and so would she.

Her hand firmly grasped his hard cock, but he longed for her mouth again. When she finally slid down and buried him down her throat Ivan knew he wouldn't last long. The roof of her mouth combined with her swirling tongue caused him to be delirous with ecstacy. He arched his back bettering her angle, and allowing him to drive up to the hilt. Sasha moaned in pleasure, Ivan knew he was just seconds from exploding down her throat.

With one last effort, Ivan spoke in great gasps "I'm going to cum, I'm going to be yours." Sasha could take that as a threat or a promise! One thing was sure, if she chose to stop him she needed to act right now ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha felt Ivan’s strung-out desire welling up, growing in her mouth even more than before, pressing deep into the walls of her throat. Looking into his eyes with unblinking triumph as he bucked ferociously against her lips, she inhaled his enticing scent laced with the vague hint of a expensive cologne or aftershave.

Allowing him to release his pent-up frustrations, she firmly impaled her pursed lips on his cock, riding out the twitching waves of his seemingly endless orgasm. The perfect elixir between Ivan’s salty seawater taste and the cosmetic tang of her lipstick smudged over his skin made her own sex ache with a gnawing craving. Extracting herself from the still semi-hard warmth that had totally occupied her lips, she slid off him inch by inch until she was free.

Moving her mouth to his, she let him kiss her, licking her lips and trailing his tongue over the inside of her mouth. Tilting her face away, Sasha bathed in the sensory delight of his grating tongue, dancing lightly over her chin and cheeks and neck, as he licked away the traces of himself from her soft skin.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan released his stored cum, his cock which had been throbbing with a dull ache for what seemed like hours finally allowed to pump wave after wave down Sasha's throat. Her eyes on him the whole time, hard nipples jutting forward was a picture that would be seared in his memory forever.

As Sasha came up to him, he began kissing her passionately, on whatever part of her face and neck she gave him access to. His tongue darted in hers, up and around her face, neck and skin. Licking her now like a puppy, he lapped at her neck with big wet licks, feeling his tongue go over the goosebumps that were standing out on her neck. Tasting remnants of himself in her mouth and on her chin made him desire to take Sasha in his own mouth, to taste the very essence of her. He strained at the confining cuffs wishing his hands and mouth were free to roam over her body where and when he pleased. The cuffs held fast, with nary a hint of loosening.

Somewhere downstairs, a great grandfather clock bonged off the hours, to the familiar strains of the Westminster chimes. A deep resonating and solid sound that came from the big clock that turned out later to be made from Black Forest cherry wood. They had been in this room an hour, and he felt like they had just arrived.

"I want you. All of you. I want to suck on your breasts until they burst with desire. I want to tongue and taste you causing you to writhe in delight. I will make your eyes flash, your muscles clench, your breathing get labored, and your inner dark desires come to light and be fulfilled. I want you to scream my name imploring me , beseeching me to fuck you and satisfy your cravings. All these things shall be yours today Sasha" ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha kissed Ivan fully on the lips, showing the first sign of her uncontrollable desire for him by entwining her tongue with equally lustful abandon. His words struck a cord, and the temptations he held in his alert eyes seemed almost irresistible. Subtly pressing her fabric clad hips to his, she broke off the kiss roughly, intent on keeping control of the situation that was hurriedly getting out of her hands. Ivan was becoming too confident with her eager responses to his wary advances.

"Perhaps, Ivan, perhaps."

Slinking out of the room, purposely shifting her hips enticingly beneath the tight denim as she exited, she turned at the doorway, Hanging on the doorframe, her breasts pressed against the wood paneling provocatively, one hand caressing the grain of the frame, she winked at him.

"But don't make idle promises that you are in no…position…to keep…"

Stepping out of his line of vision, Sasha stripped off her remaining clothes. Walking with a slow, deliberate pace past the room where he was a straining captive, she tied back her hair and went down the hall to the full bath at the very end. Turning on the hot water, the pipes squealing obligingly, she stepped in to wash away the dust and sweat the covered her from a morning of moving furniture and hard work.

It was a good excuse to leave Ivan alone to wonder and question his own…fate. The hot water pounding on Sasha's aching body rinsed away any intentions she had of giving into him, although she had to restrain herself from slipping a hand between her legs at the thought of being taken, totally and completely, by him.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan watched her retreat from him, her words hanging in the air. He was sure that she would turn back to him, and partake in any of the pleasures that Ivan had offered to her. That Sasha was hot for him Ivan had no doubt, her last kiss was without a hint of reservation. The exaggerated sway of her beautiful ass as she moved mocked him.

Profiled by the doorframe, Sasha continued, perhaps not so much to tease as to reestablish authority. Her authority over him. Incredulous now, Ivan watched as Sasha left the room leaving him standing there naked, shackled and alone. With unbelieving eyes, Ivan watched as a suddenly naked Sasha slowly walked past the door down the open hallway. He opened his mouth to protest, and thinking the better of it said nothing.

When the bath water was turned on, Ivan had a surge of anger. He strained against the cuffs with all his might. A large vein stood out on his neck, arms bulging as he applied maximum force to break free. No use. After several attempts Ivan stopped, finally realizing the futility of the act. Resigned to wait for Sasha, much of his macho attitude drained from him as he acknowledged his powerlessness.

How much time passed he could not say. Ivan had visually examined each of the medieval weapons and other artifacts that adorned the walls. What manner of man - or woman - had collected and treasured these things? It was so different from any world that he had known, Ivan promised himself that he would learn all he could the history here.

With a start, Ivan realized that he was imprisoned by a direct blood decendant of these people. Not that they were necessarily evil. With an involuntary shudder, Ivan told himself that fetishes such as these were learned not inherited behaviors. Nature versus nurture. And this was clearly nurture. Right? Stop the crazy thinking! In the silence, Ivan continued to wait, on edge ....

 

[germangent]

Herb

Sunny warm days is what convertibles arte made for – shifting down a gear Herb kicked the 4.2 liter engine of his 1967 Jaguar E-Type into higher revs. The stately houses and mansions flew by him as he made his way to his next appointment.
Herb remembered the envy and awe he got from his friends – if there were any that would qualify – and his co-workers when he finally fulfilled his long-standing dream and got this car. It became almost an obsession for them finding out how he could possibly afford this type of car. Of course, they never suspected that he was running a rather lucrative business on the side and that his realtor job was more of a cover for him
A rather evil short laugh escaped his throat when he thought about this. “Well, they don’t have to know everything. And nevertheless, I DO get my job done”.
To the uninitiated eye Herb was not at all unattractive – standing 6ft4 tall with brown hair and eyes. His facial features showed his recent European descend, many European cultures and countries left their imprint on it, probably most prominently the cultural mix of the Baltic countries. In contrast to the somewhat Slavic facial features was the olive shade of his skin pointing towards genetic links that point towards southern Europe. Well, what does one expect if you can trace your family to a Catholic Bishop residing in Basle in the 13th century? He would sometimes throw that line in bars or parties but only few people would pick up on the joke that hid in those words.
Unfortunately, Herb lost out in the personality department. He always has a rather sleazy aura around him that could probably be attributed to the thin grin that seemed to be etched onto his lips. A neutral observer might have described him as 1980ies Euro-Trash with a better taste in the clothes department. Almost constantly Herb was a little bit overdressed – a little bit too much, a little bit too elegant or tasteful. A little bit too flashy for his trade. And maybe a little bit too much the label-whore to be a really comfortable person to be around for an extended time.
Pulling up to the driveway he was prepared for his next appointment. A Seville STS and a Lexus were parked there as well. Herb stopped the engine of his racing-green toy and got out without even locking the car – the stick shift transmission was the deterring element to most thieves that Herb relied on.
Flying up the stairs to the front door of this three-story mansion that he was supposed to sell.
“Whom was he supposed to meet? Ah yes, Sasha was her name. I guess that this will be an easy assignment – trying to lower the price. And let’s see what we can do with this property – nobody would suspect a …. But let’s not get ahead of the game.”, he thought as he rang the bell.
“Let the games begin …”

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha heard the loud clattering of the doorbell, and winced at the sharp tones. The chimes, supposedly arranged in an acoustically delightful melody, had been out of tune for as long as anyone could remember. Thank goodness her parents rarely had visitors, for she doubted anyone living here could put up with that for long.

Quickly rinsing the soap out of her eyes, she reached blindly in the steam encased bathroom for a towel. Pulling the thin blue terrycloth around her tightly, she combed her hair back as she stepped over the edge of the giant claw-footed antique tub. Padding down the hallway, leaving a dripping trail behind her she passed by Ivan's room once again, pausing for just a moment to look in with sheer delight. At the end of the corridor, she opened the double glass doors that let in maroon-tinted light, and walked onto the balcony above the front door.

Looking down in annoyance, she saw whom she assumed to be the realtor. She had forgotten she was supposed to meet with him today, so caught up she had been in her own games with the art dealer. Noticing the Jag in the driveway, looking like part of the family between her Lexus and Ivan's Cadillac, she whistled admiringly at it's perfect restoration job, although she was secretly wondering how an un-established, no name realtor she had picked randomly out of the yellow pages could afford wheels like that. Leaning over the railing, she crossed her legs behind her demurely, calling down to him.

"Hey, I'm Sasha…can I help you?"

 

[germangent]

Herb

Herb immediately regretted using the doorbell. The off-key sound that hit ears was really awful, but his professional coolness immediately kicked in and he quickly calculated an additional offset to her asking price.

"Hey, I'm Sasha…can I help you?"

Looking up from the front door to where the sensual voice cane from he spotted Sasha on the balcony leaning forward with her legs crossed behind her. Her shapely sensual body only barely covered by an obviously thin blue towel. His hyperactive imagination and libido kicked in when he saw Sasha standing there – he was sure that he could almost see through that towel. “Hey, this could be fun as well – not just business” Herb thought by himself.

“Hey Sasha – this is Herb from the realtor office. We had an appointment to get your property appraised. I sure hope that I did not come at an inappropriate time …”

Well, he DID hope that he came at an inappropriate time - maybe there was more fun in this assignment then met the eye. For sure, he did have plans with that property. A few of his associates and himself came up with the money – and nobody at the office would find out. Hey, he would probably even make the “Realtor of the Year” this year again – with another fine bonus associated with that. Isn’t it great to have a nice use for the property at hand before you actually even bought it ? But there might even be some fringe benefits here.

“No, that is OK, I just completely forgot about our appointment. I was um .. busy – I shall be down with you in just a minute”.

“No need to change dear”, he thought “come as you are”

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha couldn't help but grin at the obvious, lewd once-over that Herb gave her. Not that she minded exactly, the previous escapades with Ivan had put her in a flirtatious mood, and ‘Herb from the relator office' seemed like a distraction with possibilities. First an art dealer, now the relator...this was turning out to be quite an interesting day from it's slow start with the lazy rise of the sun over the distant mountains at dawn.

"I'll be down in just a minute."

She called sweetly, turning on her heel. In her bedroom, Sasha paused in front of the closed in indecision. She was already feeling daring from this morning's previous encounter. Settling on a dark gray suede skirt, flashing more leg than her mother ever would have permitted in this house (you look like one of those corner whores who gets laid up and drugged out and ends up nowhere except as pitiful headline deaths in the Tribune - Sasha could still hear the woman ranting about the way she dressed for her senior prom), and a tightly knit silver top over the slightest, sheerest of black under-things she could find. Not that she had any plans on letting Herb get more than a moments teasing glimpse at these, he was, after all, here to do business and nothing more. And she intended on getting rid of him quickly so she could return to that heated moment with Ivan he had interrupted with the clamorous chattering of the doorbell. Pinning her hair back in a sweeping twist as she descended the main stairs, she opened the door and ushered him in.

"Here to try and get me to sell the house for next to nothing, I suppose."

Sasha spoke with a laugh in her voice, for she had had rather distasteful encounters with relators before, but did not really expect Herb to be the same way. Perhaps he had come over to tell her of an offer she had received or to set up the inspection date. She would be glad to get this whole sale over with and move on with her own life. Dwelling in the past was getting horribly boring and tiresome.

Leading him into "The Study," as her father had fondly referred to it as, she ran her hands over the back of his red leather chair and settled into it behind the large mahogany desk, crossing her legs and tenting her fingers as she looked at Herb. Gesturing to the wet bar that was neatly tucked away in the corner, she smiled disarmingly up at him.

"Can I get you anything?"

 

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IVAN

Uh oh. The doorbell. As if waiting wasn't bad enough, now they had company! Sasha flitted by the door pausing to leer at him again, a huge smirk of control and pleasure on her face. He heard the muffled voices from the other room. Caught a few words, one was realtor. Great. Just fucking great. A nosy realtor coming in unannounced. Get rid of him Sasha old girl! The faster the better.

Suddenly he heard her say, "I'll ....down .....minute" What? Is she crazy? Inviting him IN?

The BITCH!

Ivan frantically looked around but like before nothing was in reach and he was tightly confined. The thought of being walked in on sickened Ivan, yet at the same time excited him. So this was what he had always heard about the thrill of public sex! The chance of getting caught with his pants down! Despite himself, Ivan began to get hard again ....

 

[germangent]

Herb

"Can I get you anything?" Sasha called out sweetly, bringing him back to reality from the day-dreams he was having. The way that Sasha was showing off her body was definitely having an effect on him - add to that the way she actually sat down in her leather chair behind the desk. Teasingly, powerfully she ran her fingers over the back of it - purpusefully almost. But what was the purpose ? Herb could only imagine.

"A Scotch on the Rocks if you join me, Sasha", Herb managed to say, with a rather coarse voice, involuntarily showing hér his altered state of mind.

Luckily she had to get up again to get the drink - giving Herb a perfect view of her long legs - very shapely and she was only wearing a very short skirt. Following the curves of her legs as Sasha got up again, momentarily stopping the upward movement of his gaze at the hem of her skirt - but only momentarily. As usually, the thin, sleazy smile appeared on Herb's face again.

"Now Sasha, I am sure you will be happy to hear that there are already a few people interested in your property. And from all the indications I get they are willing to close as soon as possible. What I would love to do is look at the property again so that we can find out if there is anything that we would have to hide from the prospects - last time I was so pressed on time that I did not manage to get a close look. And maybe we can even discuss the asking price".

Not that the asking price really mattered. Not for what we had in mind for the property. Thick walls, tasteful, interior and one of the most prestigious areas - this will do fine. But hey, I do have a reputation to keep - Herb, the slezy realtor, Herb thought by himself.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha moved to the corner bar, well aware of Herb's trailing eyes, and bent to rummage about for the ‘89 bottle of Rosebank. Retrieving two glasses, she took her time putting in the ice and pouring the scotch from the yellow-labeled bottle. Sliding one across the desk to Herb, she raised her own to her lips, arching an eyebrow at his words. last time I was so pressed on time that I did not manage to get a close look. Odd, on the phone he had told her he had poked around for over four hours.

"That's fine with me, although I can't promise you there's much to ‘hide.' It's rather a dull old house in of itself."

Sipping from the glass she held delicately between her fingers, Sasha licked her lips, her eyes roaming around the room, never seeming to settle on anything in particular. Leaning forward, Sasha picked up one of the Cross pens nestled neatly in it's holder and began doodling on the burgundy and white blotter that covered the large desk, grimacing as Herb offered her another tight-lipped smile.

"So Herb, you said before that one couple might be interested in opening up a bed and breakfast here. What exactly do the others have in mind?"

 

[germangent]

Herb

"So Herb, you said before that one couple might be interested in opening up a bed and breakfast here. What exactly do the others have in mind?"

Herb was feeling a little bit unconfortable - in the nicest possible way - watching Sasha play with her Cross pen - too many associations ran through his mind.

Thinking back at his first visit to the house - that strange room on the thrid floor with the daggers on the wall and the strange bed in the middle of the room. That made him think about the future use of this property and that thought brought one of his tell-tale smiles to his face again.

"Well Sasha, one of the cities' socialites wants to open a Salon here, and I do think that your property would be a perfect fit. She wants to make this a meeting place for the cultural, scientific and business elite of the city."

He sure hoped that Sasha would not catch his bluff - even though Herb did not outright lie when he talked about a "socialite" he did forget to mention that she was also one of the city's most renowned Mistresses - with her own rather non-standard definition of what a "Salon" should look like. And the fact that Herb knew her and the exact circumstances of their entanglement was obviously one of Herb's best-kept and darkest secrets.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha eyed him carefully, wondering why he didn't meet her gaze as he spoke. He had seemed extremely self-confident, bordering on the line of arrogance, when she had spoken with him before, and this change seemed quite out of character. Still, she could mark it all down the effect the skirt was having on him. Licking her lips at the thought of what awaited her on the third floor, she flushed slightly and again raised the glass to her lips to cover it.

Moving around from the desk, Sasha leaned back on the varnished mahogany, crossing her ankles demurely as she smoothed down the material over the bare skin of her legs. Lowering her voice to a conspiratorial tone, she leaned closer to him, rolling the delicate silver pen between her fingers. Folding her hair into a neat French twist, she slid the pen in to hold it up off her neck, patting the damp strands back self-consciously.

"Let's talk money here, Herb. Cold hard cash. You know that's what we're both really interested in..."

She let the sentence trail off into the musty silence of the study, wondering if he was cocky enough to read between the lines as well.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha offered Herb her best business-like smile, her full lips stretched over gleaming teeth. Extending a petite hand for him to shake, she instructed him he was free to look around any of the bottom two floors he liked.

“I have some important business to finish up…deadlines must be kept, ya know…but if you could come over sometime tomorrow I’d be happy to finish up what we started.”

Herb shook her hand with a bit more enthusiasm than Sasha expected, but she endured it graciously, bidding him goodbye as she hurriedly climbed the stairs to the third floor. Stepping into the hallway she shivered in delight of what she knew awaited her - Ivan. Leaning on the door frame, she looked over his well-toned body, smiling as he craned his neck to look up at her, obviously eager about her return.

“Care to give an appraisal?”

She walked in, stretching languidly as she lay down on the silky top sheets of the bed.

“Think you could get a good market value, Mr. Art Dealer?”

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan thought that he was emotionally drained by the long afternoon. That is, until Sasha came back in the room. Her slinky walk, that cat like stretch on the silk sheets sent the blood racing through his veins. He ought to be furious with her, leaving him stranded and helpless.

Curiously, Ivan was not angry. Remarkably (to Ivan) he slipped right back in character. A voice in the back of his head told him that this shift was too easy. He ignored it and spoke an answer to her query mustering what authority his professional voice could command -

"In great condition, a rare find indeed. I have never seen a specimen quite like this before. (Then slower) Notice the fine lines in the jaw..., the perfect formation of the breasts..., the breathtaking expanse of the hips..., and the long tapered legs. I'd say what I view is priceless "

"Of course, I must perform a closer inspection and examine every inch that is now hidden from view to be sure" then softer yet,

"I am available for this rigorous examination now, if you so desire Sasha" ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha smiled and pulled off her shirt, never breaking eye contact. The key to Ivan’s cuffs hung on a loop around her neck, settled between the slope of her breasts, the cool metal warmed by the heat of her skin long ago. Sliding the black skirt down over the curves of her hips, she licked her lips as she did, fully savoring every inch of skin and black lace she revealed.

“Are you flexible, Ivan?” Sasha asked with a laugh. He would certainly have to be if he wanted to free himself. Slipping the tiny silver key off it’s chain, she held it between her teeth, closing her lips around it. Scraping the tip of metal that protruded over his neck, she raised her mouth to his, opening her lips and letting him wrestle the key away from her tongue.

The chains that bound his hands to the wall were just long enough for his fingers to reach his mouth, so Sasha figured he’d be able to weasel out of this trap of his own making…sooner or later. Just to add to the difficulty factor, though, she left a trail of butterfly soft kisses down his front and took him eagerly into her mouth.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Sasha was so tantalizingly close to being his, Ivan squirmed in frustration. Seeing her slowly disrobe, skirt coming off Ivan knew he was just minutes away from pure carnal bliss.

What a devilish twist : providing the means for his escape and making it almost impossible for him to acheive it! As Sasha's mouth decended on him, Ivan groaned out loud in the sheer pleasure of it. Sasha's head began bobbing up and down her lips covering his entire shaft.

Ivan's teeth held the key and he finally managed to get his left hand over to his mouth to grasp it. He raised his arm back and slowly and carefully spun the key in his hand until it was facing the correct direction. Suddenly Sasha redoubled her efforts making him involuntarily shake. As Ivan raised the key to the clasp he watched in horror as the key fell away. It bounced on the floor next to Sasha! Forced to beg, Ivan asked -

"Sasha, please give me another another chance or just release me so I can give you what you deserve..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha laughed as the key fell to the floor with a metallic clatter. So close yet so far away. She nibbled at the tip of Ivan's cock for awhile, ignoring his request as she swirled her tongue in a chaotic pattern, leaving him to think that he had blown his one chance. Letting her puckered lips pull off him, she bent to the floor on all fours. Crawling to where the key was, glinting against the dark floorboards from the low on the horizon sun, she picked it up, arching her back and giving Ivan an intended good view from behind in the process.

This time, instead of holding his only escape route between her lips, she cupped her breasts together and pressed it tightly in the deep cleavage formed. Moving in front of him, her toes dancing over the inside of his thigh, she held out her breasts for him with the key trapped in-between. The corner of her lips drew up as she did this, and she knew he had to be thinking what she was thinking.

Whatever would she do if he was presumptuous enough to drop it a second time?

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Yes! Another chance, and this time Ivan is not going to fuck it up.
The view had been incredible, Sasha's naked ass swaying to and fro. This woman could put on a show!

Sasha's breasts were just as intoxicating now as they were hours ago. But he remained focused on the key. Then he would have her in every way just as he had imagined in excruciating detail over the last three hours.

Ivan's face dove between Sasha's cupped breasts ostensibly trying to grasp the key in his teeth. Which he did. Eventually. This time the hand was able to grasp the key and without fail he twisted it into place. A satisfying click and the left hand was free! Quickly he popped the other lock. Ivan turned to face Sasha advancing towards her sure about what he wanted yet unsure about whether her grip on him had fallen away with the locks ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

OOC: Having an identity crisis with character names, hon?

Sasha was disappointed to be denied another succulent taste of this incredibly enticing man, but she had a feeling Ivan had some distractions that would keep her occupied for the time being. He had a satisfied look on his face as the shackles fell away, and she took the initiative, playing up her forceful nature for as long as she could.

“Now I can do this,” Sasha whispered in his ear as she reached for his hands, wrapping them both around her waist and resting them fully on her ass, which she knew he had been eying for some time now. Enjoying the slow squeezes of his hands, she licked her way up his neck before stopping to nibble at his ear. “A rigorous examination is in order, I do believe.”

 

[darrenfate]

OOC Name problem? Whatever do you mean dear? I do so appreciate the edit function on these posts

IVAN

Ivan heard the commanding tone still in her voice and decided on the spot that he was better off staying in character. Besides, his hands were now exactly where he wanted them.

He squeezed Sasha's ass hard with both hands feeling her round buttocks meld into around his outstretched fingers. It was a pleasure to kiss her standing up! His arms were free and his tongue now danced in hers. He let his hands go up to her shoulders and slowly raked down her back scratching her with his nails all along the way. When he got back to her ass he kept going his hands finally finding her now soaked pussy.

I must examine you in every way, to justify my initial "priceless" assessment.

With that said, he pushed Sasha onto the silk bed sheets onto all fours and took her in his mouth. Sasha gasped at the sudden pleasure. He marveled at the sight of her leaning forward ass high in the air creating the perfect angle for him to suck on her. His tongue darted in and out, finding her hot spots and exploring them one by one. Finally his tongue found her engorged clit and he stroked it back and forth. At the same time the two fingers on his previously shackled left hand found her puckered ass and pushed in ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha shivered into a mini-orgasm at Ivan’s first powerful touch, holding onto him to keep from sinking onto the hardwood floor. With his flirtatious words, she crawled onto the bed, burying her face in the sheets that smelled faintly of detergent and mothballs, spreading her legs lewdly in a wordless command.

The cool air hitting the dampness between her legs was a thrilling shock and she had barely gotten a full breath before his lips and fingers started working their magic. The time spent teasing him had excited her to no end, and finally she was being offered a way to relieve the built up tension. His fingers worked wonders, occasionally finding their way to her pussy for lubrication and pushing into her with determination.

In her minds eye, Sasha could see what a delicious sight they must make, with his nude form bent behind hers. With a breathy gasp she squirmed back against him – they seemed to fit perfectly together. She could only hope the one thing that was not on his mind was slow, torturous revenge for the way she had denied him earlier.