One Man's Trash

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan finally had Sasha exactly where he wanted her. The bed smelled slightly musty but that was the farthest thing from his mind. Released finally from his captivity, his pent up energy exploded in a frenzy of pure lust for Sasha.

He sucked her faster and faster, her legs splayed wide. A ripping orgasm coursed through Sasha, one that did not abate quckly since Ivan would not relent. His mouth was glued to her pussy, only occasionally lifting up to allow his fingers in as they sought lubrication for their own separate mission. One finger led to two finally three pushing deep up into her ass.

Ivan stopped, and with two loud cracks brought his hand down hard on each of Sasha's ass cheeks. Angry red marks in the shape of his hand instantly welled on her buttocks. They stood in stark contrast against her skin. Leaning forward he whispered -into her ear,

"That was my one time character break Sasha, for making me wait for you so long, now my sweet I'll make it up to you without YOUR having to wait"

That said, Ivan reared back and buried himself fully in her womb starting another round of cascading orgasms in Sasha. For the first time she screamed in concurrent pain and pleasure...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Jerking her head up as Ivan’s strong hand connected firmly with her ass, Sasha turned to glare at him, a low growl deep within her throat. He echoed the first strike with a sound like the cracking of a whip as it met her tender skin. The pain, however, was not a sharp one. Instead, it spread over her rear like a burning heat and provided a quite arousing undertone for the continuing ministrations of his tongue.

Sasha bit at the sheets, the sawdust quality invading her mouth and nostrils as he plumbed her depths with his digits. Forcing herself to appear to have some semblance of self-control, she kept her screams to a minimum, writhing under this tongue that turned carnal pleasure into an art form.

When Ivan finally let her go from his toothy grasp, she had to keep herself from ordering him to continue. On a subconscious level, she had finally admitted her power over him had only reached as far as the locks and an obliging mouth. Groaning softly, she awaited his next move with anticipation.

 

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IVAN

Ivan now wanted nothing more than to thrust his cock deep within Sasha, and he did just that. She was so tight, and took all of him. He was buried to the hilt and he paused there to revel in the sensation. Slowly he started to move. Then faster and faster as he established a pace that fed his growing lust perfectly.

Her ass shook with each thrust, a satisfying slap of skin on skin resonated in the room upon each downward stroke. The red hand prints on her ass just completed a Kodak moment like a still frame photograph. Ivan could have easily cum right there and then, but he wanted more.

From the dim recesses of the back of his mind, Ivan sought to recapture the sheer emotional high from when he was her captive just long minutes before. To do that Ivan knew he would have to cede control back to Sasha for good. This burst of lust and pent up emotions had run its course. Ivan wanted to serve Sasha's every desire now.

To accomplish this goal, Ivan stopped fucking her leaving Sasha completely. He laid next to her, turned her head and kissed her. Then he laid on his back and pulled Sasha on top of him.

"Mount me Sasha" he breathed in her ear ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

In the time it took her to close her eyes in order to heighten the sensations and grasp for purchase at the slippery silken sheets, Ivan had again slipped out of her grasp for the second time, leaving her unfulfilled and still craving his touch. Jorja rolled over on top of him, her own lust peaked by his words and the sound of his deep voice dripping with the low growl of sex.

On all fours again, she locked lips with Ivan, raising herself high enough so she didn’t touch his body at all. Engaging in a heady battle for control with their tongues, Sasha let him anticipate the moment, before kissing him hard and lowing herself slightly. Rubbing the tip of his swollen cock over her slit, wet and enflamed from their previous two encounters, she savored the feel of him tensing beneath her, responding to the teases with tiny thrusts of his hips that she countered by pushing his chest down with the tips of her nails.

Sighing in the soft satisfaction that this physical contact brought her, and the obvious agitation it brought to Ivan, she rocked back and forth steadily, never letting her slow strokes drop forward enough to let him penetrate her. Whispering Ivan’s name over and over in his ear, she wondered how long his self-control could hold up to this type of teasing.

 

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IVAN

Ivan was amazed at how quickly Sasha reasserted her control over him. As if it had never left her, upon reflection maybe it hadn't after all.

Sasha teased and taunted Ivan from her position above him expertly judging the distance beween them so as not to let Ivan slide inside of her. How he wanted to grab her waist and pull Sasha down on him where she belonged.

But he did not. Her long nails conveyed her wishes and held Ivan at bay. Well Ivan had wanted Sasha back in control. The old adage Be careful what you wish for you just might get it, rang true for this situation. Sasha's pussy was so hot and so close. To make matters worse, Ivan knew exactly how good it felt to be inside her.

Ivan was determined to not give in to her....yet. She needed to ask ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

"Tell me, Ivan," Sasha lowered her lips to his neck, running the broad side of her teeth over his skin, "tell me what you want…what you need…" Raising her head and stretching her neck, she opened her mouth and slowly sucked on two fingers, suggestively sliding them over the flat of her tongue and drawing her pouty lower lip down and out. Rubbing the saliva into her areolas with one hand, Sasha used the other to support her upper body’s weight in their precarious position.

Moving her hand to Ivan’s chest, she teased her way down over every raise and indentation of his stomach, her fingers still slightly damp as they reached beneath her prone body. Cupping his balls roughly, she rested against him, cheek-to-cheek, grating against the slight sandpapery stubble of his profile.

“I want to hear your voice, Ivan…hear your moan my name…”

 

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IVAN

Ivan couldn't believe how much he loved every minute of what was happening to him. Sex had always been such a simple act before, the only "risky" thing he had ever done was to get a blowjob in a movie theatre at the ripe old age of 19. That memory had lingered for years. And now this.

It seems that his world would never be the same, and the fact that he could even have lucid thoughts in this compromising position surprised him. Sasha had him hooked. On her, on these newfound pleasures, on it all.

Snapping out of it, Ivan knew what he wanted from her. He said -

"Sasha, Sasha please take me in you. I want to thrust up, grab you by the waist and pull you down upon me plumbing your depths. Fuck me hard. Please. Please Sasha? "

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Before Ivan had time to finish his last request, Sasha sank viciously down on his cock, impaling herself with a squeal of delight. Squirming against the invading warmth that stretched her muscles taught, she sat astride him, kneeing digging roughly into his sides. Poised on top of him she had the enjoyable sensation of being in control as she forced him into make short strokes, bottoming out only when she leaned back and braced herself against the bed.

Ivan’s thumb further parted Sasha’s lips, adding to the friction on her swollen clit, his other four fingers joining his free hand in pinching the tender cheeks of her ass and driving her down onto him hard with lustful abandon. Oh fuck yesssss, she hissed between clenched teeth as she ground her hips against his, crushing her sensitive skin to pelvic bone. She didn’t know whether she was getting more pleasure from her own sensations coursing through her body or the knowledge of Ivan’s frenzied state at his occasional grunts.

 

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IVAN

As Sasha threw her head back the change of angle allowed Ivan to finally go deep within her. His thumb and fingers stroking her clit as she moved made Sasha bounce and writhe unexpectedly. This only increased Ivan's frenzy for her. She pounded down on him, stretched fully to accomodate his full length.

Ivan began to moan in a deep voice, his desire for her reaching that point where conversation is impossible, what matters is only fulfillment of base desires. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, fiercely pulling her down to penetrate as deeply as possible. As new orgasms raced through Sasha's body, Ivan felt her walls contract time and again around him. That did it. They came together each feeding off the other, Sasha's body fully on Ivan's his cock deep in her womb. Ivan's seed shot out in waves, her body taking it all.

"Yes ....Fuck..yes Sasha...Ohh....Yes"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha moaned softly as Ivan thrust roughly upwards, burying himself to the hilt and cumming forcefully deep within her, finally given a chance to release the sexual tension that had built up like static electricity between them since her distraction with Herb.

Kissing him lightly with irreverent gentleness, uncharacteristic of her previous rough-edged traits, she rolled off him, feeling their combined juices seep warmly down the inside of her thigh.

Ivan definitely had considerable stamina, but Sasha was far from being satiated, even after her vigerous, yet teasing, ride. She planned on delivering what he had asked for and then some.

Lowering her mouth to his slippery, softening member, she looked up at him and licked slowly up and down his shaft, savoring the salty taste, before nipping harshly at the sensitive tip. ”Play time’s not over quite yet, darlin…”

 

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IVAN

Insatiable!

Sasha stirred him her insistent mouth pushing Ivan beyond limits that he had formerly known. It was the edginess with which she toyed with him that held him spellbound. Ivan watched as she sucked, cajoling him into being able to once again do her bidding. He slowly grew again to his former glory under her ministrations. As he watched his cockhead disappear past Sasha's lips he shivered in delight at the visual picture in front of him. She had him, he was hers totally.

Mission accomplished, Ivan was hard once more. He pulled Sasha up and kissed her slowly, his hands once again magnetically attracted to her ass. Now, her ass merited much more attention, and very soon! Ivan hugged her, and in doing so, his gaze once again rested on the weapons on the wall.

A fun idea occured to Ivan just then, a way to enhance even farther this fantasy afternoon. He imagined Sasha dressed in one of those outfits he had seen in the attic. Maybe a long sable coat with nothing else underneath, or a sequined dress that would flash in the sunlight with each delicious bob of her head. There was also an unexplored closet here in this room, perhaps there were outfits that more fit the decor. A set of good old Pilgrem era wooden stocks even. Hey a guy can dream! Mmm, now that's an evil thought. He whispered to Sasha of his dress ideas...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha’s thoughts drifted back to those of the cherry wood armoire that occupied a sunless corner of the attic as Ivan whispered his devious longings to her. Slipping into the white silk robe that was draped over the doorknob, she walked out of the room and started up the stairs, glancing back only once to see if he would follow, or await her return as a surprise.

Opening the attic door, she carefully stepped around the broken glass of the picture frame in her bare feet. Moving the far back where the wardrobe stood, Sasha scooted between the plastic-covered antique furniture. Opening the doors and appraising the outfits more carefully this time, she noticed the yellowed copy of Theatre Magazine, tucked near the side. The woman on the cover she recognized…her mother, looking barely a day over the nineteen years she had been when she had married Sasha’s father.

Pushing back the fur coats that hung in front, Sasha realized this was the wardrobe of an actress and dancer, not just a young woman and her fashionable exploits. The glinting dresses she had seen on first glance were tame compared to the visual delights she found behind them.

Skirts woven completely out of peacock feathers, with a matching royal blue boa. High-buttoned shoes and a frock straight out of Little House on the Prairie. Black leather chaps, a fringed leather skirt, and a pair of silver-spurred boots. The baggy gold harem pants and chiffon veil of a belly dancer.

The vast array of outfits hung in a neat row, each ripe with their own endless possibilities

 

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IVAN

Ivan was not going to be ditched again! Sasha had a bad record for quick returns so throwing his pants on he reached for his shirt. Laughing, he realized had forgotten that Sasha had ripped it to shreds. Guissepe the tailor will be happy to replace it. Oh well, shirtless Ivan followed her up the stairs.

He saw Sasha at the closet entryway. Looking down at the nightstand he saw the Theatre Magazine cover. Fascinating. In the model's profile he saw Sasha's face. Her mother then. Mesmerized for a moment, he reached down to look inside for any other pictures of her. Seeing none he laid the magazine aside.

Sasha was engrossed in all the treasures the closet held and was unaware of his presence yet. So many outfits caught his eye, literally every dress up fantasy could be started with the clothes in this closet. Mmm, Sasha would look fantastic in just this Sable coat and nothing underneath. Or this one, a yachtswoman outfit. Blue jacket trimmed with gold buttons, white pleated skirt even a captains cap complete with an anchor logo in the front.

Walking behind her he reached around and took her breasts gently in his hands. She leaned back onto him, still facing forward enjoying his touch. He said -

"My hands were getting lonely and look what they found. These clothes are fantastic. Tell me about your parents, especially your mother who by the way, you are the spitting image of ..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“Mom was the boss of the family, taking charge and raising me like this place was a military camp…or insane asylum, I was never sure of which. I would never have dreamed she led this kind of life before her and dad had me. Maybe that’s why she didn’t want kids until she was nearly 40. Wanted time to enjoy the…finer…things in life.

I mean, with the way she fussed and carried on about ‘a ladies behavior,’ and the ‘hanky-panky that goes on in high schools these days,’ I’m surprised I wasn’t traumatized for life.”

Sasha grinned and held a sheer tap dancer’s outfit up to Ivan’s lean frame, twirling a cane with a sparkling, glitter-dusted top hat resting on top of it.

“Although I think it’d look mighty fine on that body of yours…the colors just aren’t you…”

 

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IVAN

Ivan laughed, eyes twinkling. "No, Sasha! Not me at all!"

Ivan thought more about Sasha's words.
...fussed about a ladies behavior

Ivan mused about men and women from the 50s for a moment. Appearances it was ALL about appearances wasn't it? Incongruous with the private room below as Sasha's mothers words were, they somehow made sense in this context. Perhaps that is why writers and poets like Ginsberg, Sexton and Kerouac later became so popular. Breaking the molds, the finely crafted but fragile facades. On reflection, Ivan and Sasha were not so different. Still waters indeed run deep.

Sasha was playful now, eyes shining at the untold stories and adventures these clothes must have had. Caught up in her mood Ivan jovially said -

"Let's play, Sasha. First though - how about a snack? I have an almond Godiva bar that is calling you. Listen- hear its tiny voice? Eat me Sasha, eat me pleeeaaseeee"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha licked her lips at Ivan’s mention of chocolate, tossing aside the slinky outfit. When he produced the silver wrapped bar, she had to restrain herself from pouncing on him.

Grabbing the riding crop, that no doubt went with the aforementioned cowgirl outfit, Sasha smacked Ivan’s fabric-covered ass playfully with the leather.

“Don’t make me beat you for that chocolate!”

She brought the crop down sharply against the palm of her own hand, giving him the most innocent smile she could muster. As he peeled back the foil and offered it to her, Sasha broke off a bit of the rich, dark substance, pressing it between Ivan’s lips and giggling as he sucked her fingers into his mouth as well, nibbling at the tips of her digits.

Replacing the fingers with her tongue, she stoop on tiptoes to kiss him fully, savoring the bittersweet flavor as she leaned heavily against his chest, crop still dangling from one hand.

 

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IVAN

Sasha's eyes betrayed her lust for the chocolate. Th bar lasted mere seconds when she consumed it, her mouth a hot inferno. Ivan smiled as much as she wanted the chocolate now, she had lusted for him earlier. He knew from experience just how hot she those lips were! As the bar melted in her mouth, Ivan took her hands. Nibbling on her fingers started the electricity between them again. Sasha was all smiles, giggling and laughing like a schoolgirl. Note to self: Bring chocolate everytime!

Sasha may have acted silly a few moments before but when she leaned up to kiss Ivan she was all woman again. Somehow the riding crop suited her, it certainly inflamed Ivan's imagination. As Sasha stretched up to kiss him, Ivan - ever the gentleman, supported her with his hands firmly planted on her sweet ass. After regaining his breath from her kiss he said:

"Mmm Sasha, so many choices. What outfit moves you now, ~Mistress~?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha pushed back the layers of coats on the front of the rack, revealing the costumes clearly in the late afternoon sunlight. Pulling out a short skirt and smartly cut suit with a mustard yellow silk tie, she held it up to her, sticking her nose up in the air and flipping her hair back over her shoulder with a snobbish air.

“Executive business woman…”

She tossed the suit over a nearby horse blanket chest, and draped the silks of the belly dancer loosely around her face.

“…a mysterious harem dancer…”

Pushing the scarves off, Sasha reached a fur coat, wrapping it around her tightly as she stroked the collar. Curving her fingers into claws, she growled softly.

“…nice kitty…”

She pouted, leaning on the cane that looked as if it belonged in a stage rendition of Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome .

“Too many decisions, Ivan. I do believe I may just have to model them all for you…”

Sasha winked, “Gentleman’s choice…”

 

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IVAN

Choices, choices. Ivan knew that this was truly a win win type of game. Well make that a win win win game since there were three great options! Ok, let's play. TV's Monte Hall jumped to mind of Let's Make a Deal . Now, what would he say? Something like ...

Behind door number one we have an executive business woman. Sasha could play this very well, the short skirt and elegant suit would be equally at home in Wall Street or at Carnegie Hall. Shall we work late tonight Sasha? The project presentation is tomorrow. Hmmmm.

Behind Door number two we have a harem dancer. One of Ivan's favorite books was 1001 Arabian nights. Schaharazade now there is an outfit with limitless possibilities. He shivered with delight at the thought of Sasha dancing belly dancing before him, finger bells chiming, jewel in her navel...

Behind door number three ahhh, now what do have here? A full length coat trimmed with real fur, Sasha as a fully grown dangerous feline. Those long rakish fingernails made perfect claws. Perhaps she would wear the coat naked underneath. What would Ivan have to do to make her purr? Boggles the mind.

"I have made my choice Sasha. I choose door number three, er I mean I choose the fur coat. The thought of you being a "kitty" put me over the top..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Blatantly eyeing his crotch, Sasha let her eyes travel meaningfully up Ivan’s body, smiling wickedly when she reached his lips.

“Over the top, eh…?”

Placing her hands on his broad shoulders, she spun him around until he faced the unfinished walls of the attic, rusty nails poking jauntily from the boards every now and then. Nibbling at his ear from behind she whispered to him, “Don’t peak!”

Stepping back, she pulled the robe off, and selected a three-quarters legnth coat of the finest black fur, that brushed against her bare calves just low enough to leave something to the imagination. Buttoning from the third clasp downwards, she left the collar parted to reveal the top half-moon of rosy coral that surrounded her straining nipples.

Stepping into the low, 40’s style black heels, Sasha clunked hollowly over the wooden floor and threadbare carpeting until she stood behind Ivan again. Sucking at the base of his neck, where hairline met skin, she licked her way slowly over the ridges of his spine, wrapping her hands around his waist and placing her palms on his stomach. Nibbling at his skin, she teasingly brushed the fur over against him, bringing back memories of the time she had been tickled to orgasm by the mere touch of a feather. Giggling and moaning could sound rather odd when combined into one…

 

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IVAN

Sasha again made him wait. Ivan said to himself "I think I see a trend developing here". She had made it more than worth his while to wait the last time so he shivered in anticipation.

Unable to watch, Ivan strained to hear every tiny sound. The noises she made as she dressed were exciting in and of themselves. The metallic banging of the wire hangers together from the back closet. the soft clucking sound of her tongue as she flipped through her coat options looking for the purrrfect one. The sound of buttons slipping into place. One .... Two ......Three. The loud sound of heels across the floor the 13 steps from the closet until he felt her hands on him.

With Sasha's first touch, Ivan's focus became tactile instead of auditory. He felt her hands gentle on his neck. He felt her breath on his neck before she kissed him there. He relished in both her full lips pressed against his neck. Slowly she dropped down his backing kissing each vertebra. When she pressed her hands flat on his stomach, he quivered in delight. When she teased him with the fur, he grabbed her wrist, he was ticklish!

"Mmmmm Let me turn around Sasha, and I'll make YOU purr ..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Delicately extricating her wrist from his grip, Sasha ran a finger down Ivan’s spine ever so lightly, just to see him squirm. Reaching for the riding crop she had discarded a few feet away, she took the leather and traced the same path, but this time from bottom to top. Leaning on tiptoes in the heels to brush her cheek against his, she asked him in a dangerously playful voice.

“Oh, Sasha is it now? I didn’t realize we were on a first-name basis, Mr. Art Dealer. What happened to Yes, Mistress and No, Mistress, and How can I please you, Mistress?”

Tugging at his back pockets, Sasha pressed her hands into them, feeling the warms of his firm ass beneath. Taking first her right, and then her left, she moved both hands to his front pockets, wiggling her fingers as she brushed over an obviously sensitive area, feeling him tense slightly against her breasts, which were pushed hard against his back.

“Got any more sweets in there…?”

 

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IVAN

The game is back on! Ivan wondered if had ever really left, and concluded that it had not. There was a certain familiar thrill as Sasha spoke those words. Ivan was totally clueless as to why she excited him so much. Maybe it was the crazy good sex, although he thought its probably that he gave up control to her, completely.

This creature before him held infinite surprises, and raised his sexual appetitie to a level far beyond anything he had imagined before. The black animal fur was so soft against his body as she pressed up against him. It tickled his nose and inflamed his imagination at the same time. This is crazy! He wanted to pull that coat off Sasha and reveal her naked splendor. He was hooked.

The reasons really didn't matter. Ivan would play his role out to the end come hell or high water. He looked down at the floor, and spoke.

"Forgive me Mistress. Yes, I have more sweets in my pants, although not of the chocolate variety. How may I please you now, Mistress ?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha felt that thrill of control as Ivan spoke to her, the mere quality of his voice and emphasis on 'Mistress' making it difficult to stop her from jumping on him right that moment.

He was a stranger to her no longer, and the power she now held after a lengthy seduction was intoxicating.

“How may I please you now, Mistress”

Seating herself precariously on the rounded lid of the blanket chest, she tugged him by the pants with her, whispering You can turn around now, as she crossed her legs. Dangling the size-too-large heels from the tip of her feet, Sasha saw the pale apricot of her toenail polish was slightly revealed, as were the indentations of where her toes separated.

“Well, Ivan, for starters you can get rid of these uncomfortable things for me.”

Pulling the coat tighter around her, despite the heat that was starting to build, Sasha was determined he would get no more than a glimpse of skin until she was ready to show it to him. Something he would have to earn…

 

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IVAN

Ivan slipped back into character with ease, as the part fit him as comfortably as an old leather glove. He acted as effortlessly as John Gilgud would have being asked to stand in at the last minute as King Lear at the Globe in London. All the more amazing since he had never felt this way before today.

"Yes Mistress"

Sasha sat on the chest leg outstretched to him. They were much longer than he remembered when looked at from this angle. He took Sasha's shoes off, and set them aside. He began to massage her extended left foot. His warm hands gently paid attention to each toe in turn. He parted her toes as he held her toes individually. He slowly went from smallest to largest. He let his fingers wander to her arch, and took his thumbs to both sides. With firm force now, he rubbed her arch lengthwise from front to back. After a several minutes he lifted up her foot to kiss the top. He wasn't quite done with the first foot.

"Does this please you, Mistress?"