One Man's Trash

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“It’s purrrrrfect, Ivan…to coin a phrase.”

Sasha rolled her R’s as Ivan’s hands engulfed her small feet. With painstaking care, he moved his hands up slightly, thorough in his caresses, never missing even an inch of skin. His repetitive serpentine motions and the press and relax of the tension had her caught somewhere between a delicious drowsiness and a flaring of the smoldering embers between them

Moving a hand surreptitiously, but just enough to draw Ivan’s attention away from his “work,” Sasha slipped it beneath the folds of fur. Strumming her fingers over the bare skin of her breasts, she pinched one nipple and then the other, the movement of her hands barely noticeable as she took full advantage of her confident femininity. Never breaking eye contact with Ivan, she moved her fingers down, parting her slick lips, entranced by the fact he knew, but couldn’t see, what she was doing.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ahhh the purr announced that the feline has arrived in all her slinky glory. She made a grand entrance.

To see Sasha in such obvious rapture was reward enough for Ivan. He surprised her then by taking her foot and lifting it to his mouth. He sucked one toe at a time once again moving from smallest to largest. His tongue swirled in circles about each toe, as his thumbs caressed her arch once more. As he switched toes, he allowed his hands to roam up her calf. He massaged her large muscle there. He ended by tracing an imaginary line with his single forefinger up her inner thigh as far as he could reach. Five times he repeated this process, savoring the moments with an unhurried pace.

Ivan watched Sasha reach under her coat as she touched herself. Subtle movements of the fabric betrayed what was happening sight as yet unseen. Ivan was turned on. As he finished one foot and reached for the other he spoke:

"Mistress Sasha. May I remove my pants? They constrain me."

 

[Guest]

Sasha

Wriggling her toes as he nibbled at them gently, Sasha shrugged the coat slightly off her shoulders, uncovering a bit more with every move. Letting her hands wander back up, over her bellybutton and smooth stomach, she found her nipples again, sensitive from the silky kisses of the coat’s lining.

Pulling at them roughly, she whimpered softly as Ivan stopped for a moment, almost reaching for the riding crop that lay by her side.

Sasha smiled sultrily at Ivan’s request, fixing him with a piercing gaze that traveled briefly from his eyes to his crotch.

“Enjoying ourselves?”

Without waiting for a reply to her rhetorical question, she nodded for him to take off his pants, leaning back slightly to gain the best vantage point. Stroking her other hand along the fur at her collar, she licked one finger, tracing patterns on her exposed skin and shivering slightly at the cool evaporation.

"Slowly, babe, I wanna enjoy this too."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

OOC: Grrrr!

 

[darrenfate]

OCC: Jorja, a Grrrr , From you, that's a promise not a threat! LOL
IVAN

Ivan stood before Sasha, and decided to strip for her. Slowly he reached for his zipper and single tooth by single tooth he pulled it down. Each rung made its own metallic popping sound, until it was completely undone.

Then he turned around back to Sasha and slid his pants down halfway off his ass. He gyrated his hips turning once again to face her. His pants now, only hung on him because of his throbbing erection. Ivan was so hard, he jumped up and down knowing the pants would not move. Finally he pulled them off freeing himself.

He took her other leg and began the entire sequence over again, symmetry being a requirement not an option. Sasha moaned, but he proceeded slowly and deliberately. Her legs now looked like a giant wishbone spread as wide apart as they were. Ivan did indeed have wishes, dark desires some would say.

"Mistress Sasha, what shall be next? I am yours"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“Not so fast.”

Sasha pulled her toes from Ivan’s lips, running them over his chin, and placing her foot on the flat of his chest, pushing him away.

Crossing her legs demurely and tugging the coat back into place around her hips, she let herself enjoy the form of his body, like most of his customers would enjoy the fine works of art that he sold to them. In Sasha’s opinion, there was nothing more erotic than seeing a man brazenly naked and painfully hard.

Sasha longed to taste him again, to make him call out for her. Providing a man with such pleasures gave one complete control over him; a power she reveled in. But not yet. First, she was in the mood for an encore to his previous performance.

“You are mine? Show me your dedication…show me that you mean it…show me that I turn you on….” She moaned to him, clenching her teeth at the thoughts of what was to come, and hissing in a barely audible voice, “…touch yourself for me, Ivan….”

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan stopped and stared at Sasha, was there no end to her surprises? In a moment he recovered his composure. So, she wanted him to touch himeself, did she. Looking down, he saw that although he was already hard, her words just made him swell a bit more.

"Yes, Mistress"

Ivan saw that look on Sasha's face and the way she licked her lips at the sight of his cock. He had an evil thought. May as well make her want me as much as I want her, he thought. Ivan walked up to Sasha slowly stopping right in front of her. His cock was eye level to Sasha. Grasping himself in one hand he wrapped his fist tightly around his cock and began stroking himself up and down, now bare inches in front of her face.

"Here Mistress, see for yourself how big.....and....hard........you make me. Is ....this..the........... proof you require ..............Mistress?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“Mmm…no…no need to quit now…” Sasha murmured, her eyes flitting back and forth, in sync with Ivan’s movements. Pursing her lips, she leaned forward, her face within inches of his flesh, feeling the radiating heat as she exhaled. Flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock, Sasha licked off the salty precum, then settling back on her perch with a gleam in her eye.

As Ivan increased the pace of his fist, Sasha stood to look at her erotic moving picture from all sides. Grapping the crop as she circled behind him, she ran it up and down his legs. Leaning close to him, she let her lips brush Ivan’s back, between his shoulder blades. “Yes baby, c’mon, fuck yourself for me, Ivan…show me how much you want me…need me…”

Sasha pulled away, grazing her nails over his tensed ass before bringing the crop, that had been idly massaging in time with her cadenced words, with a resounding smack on his rear.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan's intentions were to tease Sasha, to put his erect cock just an inch from her face and make her want to suck him. How did that old poem by Robert Burns go? Ah, yes

The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry.

Sasha reasserted her control, compeling Ivan to continue. He complied with her wishes by pulling on his member with long slow strokes. Sasha was much shorter without her heels but no less dangerous. As Sasha walked behind him he felt vulnerable when she disappeared from sight. Her lips on his back made Ivan close his eyes in response to her caress. It was followed by the unexpected "crack" sound of the crop on his ass, and the sting of pain it caused. He swayed back and forth a flash of anger rolled over his body. Yet, he did not stop. He could not stop.

In fact he increased his pace, moaning now.

"Yes Mistress. See what you do to me? I need you, you can see how much I want you. Take me, take me please ...."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“You need to learn patience, Ivan…”

Sasha ran the corner of the leather tip down the center of Ivan’s back and the cleft of his ass, trying to decide whether or not to follow with her mouth and tongue.

“…it’s an attractive virtue in a man.”

Smacking him quickly once more to make her unspoken threat, Sasha pulled at the neckline of the heavy fur coat, her hot skin practically melting to the silken lining.

“ Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,... ” was the first line of Robert Burns’ poem To A Mouse.

This was how she wanted Ivan to feel, as she sank to her knees behind him, offering relief from the burning pain with the languid strokes of her wet tongue.

The classic mentality of cat and mouse…

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan smiled despite his circumstances. His appreciation for Sasha rose. Not many women would know that the Burns line he quoted was written to describe a field mouse. He had offered that up to her on a platter and Sasha certainly had pounced like the feline sha had promised to be.

Sasha toyed with him, as a cat would play with its prey. Dutifully Ivan continued his strokes, staying hard while obeying her commands. He could wait, he should wait. They would both win.

Her tongue made Ivan shiver, not from its actual touch, but from the lightness. It was an eerie out of control feeling that decended on Ivan. Not unlike before.

He saw the sun out the window sinking low on the horizon. The afternoon was spent and he was still not calling the shots. He began to think that with Sasha, he never would ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Nibbling slowly and deliberately at Ivan, my hands slithered around his waist, joining his in his unfaltering tempo. With light caresses I worked at eroding his self-control, wanting him to give himself over completely to the realms of pleasure.

The light slanted sharply through the window, dust motes dancing in the mellow rays as I savored my own dance of control with Ivan.

No longer was he an art dealer or even a "one-day" stand. He was a pawn in my chess game, and I longed for him to prove it to me with a lapse in his unwavering obedience and calm submission to my commands.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Sasha moved out of sight behind him and remained there. It drove him crazy not being able to see her. If he could just look in her eyes, Ivan knew he could figure out her intentions. All the while he stroked himself, masturbating as he had been commanded to. When Sasha reached around him, putting her hands on his, he shuddered at the sheer erotic sight of it.

His mind flashed back to the innocent start this day had. He had challenged her out of whimsy, daring her to play a game. Little could Ivan have imagined the chain of events he himself had begun.

All the analytical thinking from before was gone now. His mind was no longer detached from what his body was doing. His body was too insistent for that now. He felt the stirrings deep within him his lust growing larger with every single stroke of his hand. Sasha laughed silently in his ear, she knew that she had him.

Ivan’s mind reeled, this was not how he wanted this to finish! He feverishly wanted to spin around and leap on top of Sasha. He’d push her to the ground tear that coat from her back and fuck her hard. He was getting closer and closer to his release. Ivan’s body was getting that familiar surge that always occurred just before he came.

In a desperate almost pleading voice he said –

“Sasha…… – no, …Mistress….. Uhhh …please ..let….me come….inside you. Any way ……that …..you choose just …not like …this…”

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“Sasha…… – no, …Mistress….. Uhhh …please ..let….me come….inside you. Any way ……that …..you choose just …not like …this…”

Sasha merely let the volume of her laugh raise a notch at Ivan's request. The desire she had to manipulate this man was intoxicating, and hearing him beg in that baritone voice of his made her feel as though she were the one giving herself completely to him, not the other way around.

Letting the laugh trail off, she grabbed his hands away from his straining cock and pressed them to his sides, forcing him for a moment to wonder if she was even going to let him cum at all.

Moving in front of Ivan, she made a dramatic show out of lowering herself to the floor on all fours, raising the fur coat just enough to reveal her ass. Cocking her head slightly to look up at him, Sasha's steely, lust-filled eyes were the only command he needed, and her tensed posture called silently out for his touch.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

She stopped him putting his hands at his sides. Is this another trick? Ivan was so confused by this point, that Sasha could do just about anything. And then as if in answer to his prayers, she came around the front of him.

A large clock struck the hours, six o'clock was ushered in with Westminster chimes. A black tuft of fur floated lazily in her wake swirling in crazy whirlpool patterns in the confined air. Ivan's eyes were riveted on Sasha.

As she got to her knees and raised her ass in the air Ivan's heart skipped a beat. The fur coat barely revealed her round ass as she waved it at him as if to say hello. Sasha commanded him to ravage her as surely as if she would have told him so.

Ivan walked over, and knelt behind Sasha. With his fingernails he raked her ass leaving eight light red trails on her alabaster skin. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue on her wet slit. Sasha was soaked, obviously she was excited by what Ivan had done. As Ivan's tongue licked her up and down, his thumb found Sasha's round puckered anus.

"Is this what you want, Mistress....?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha looked back at Ivan expectantly, when at first he didn’t move. The out-of-tune chimes made their garish proclamation that the day was almost over, and she made a mental note to have Ivan give her an estimate on that piece.

Closing her eyes and allowing herself to enjoy the fury of his fingernails and the contrasting gentleness of his probing tongue, she shook her head in approval of his advancements.

His throbbing hardness grazed over her skin, a hint of the pleasures she was entitled to. Arching her back in encouragement, a single commanding growl of Now confirmed her intentions and coaxed Ivan into obedience.

As he moved his mouth to the skin of her back that was revealed beneath the fur, Sasha shivered eagerly as he positioned himself atop her. The coat was just the right length to tease him with its softness as well, as his skin made contact with hers and elicited another guttural moan of appreciation for his efforts.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

That was it. At his Mistress' command Ivan kneeled behind her. He could not remember a time when he physically ached more for a woman than right now. He put his cock against Sasha's wet slit and slid back and forth at her entrance. With the barest of movements he pushed in her.

Heavenly was not a strong enough word. The black fur shimmered with each stroke as he started to piston in and out. His firm hands were on her slender hips. Her musky smell wafted in his nostrils exciting him with her raw sex. A huge groan escaped his lips.

Ivan reached around and unmercifully twisted her nipples. His lust was gargantuan, all semblance of civilised behavior laid aside. He buried himself time and again to the hilt in Sasha. His thumb found her ass as he pounded away...

"Is this what you want Mistress? Shall I take your ass or finish here what I started? Your wish ......Mistress......is....my...command"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Tossing her head back and moaning with delight at Ivan’s swift and smoothly delicious penetration, Sasha wiggled her ass in encouragement.

Placing one hand over his, she felt his skin brush against her, it’s heat lingering. His pelvic bone dug roughly into her hips as he forced his cock between her pink folds, splitting her completely with each motion.

Curling her fingers over his hand, her nails digging into her own palms, Sasha gasped at ever nuance and alteration in his pace. She could feel him tense deep in her womb, and was eager to feel his warmth forced inside her again.

“Ivvvvan…don’t you dare…move…”

His first pulsing throb hit her like a shockwave, the tension delightfully unbearable as she buried her face in the fur, the heat and intensity boiling over inside her as she cried out loudly. Forcefully bucking against him, Sasha scraped her fingers over the carpet, trying to keep some semblance of control over her own physical desires.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Sasha wanted him just where he was did she. Only one word for that. Great ! Too long denied, overstimulated and ready to explode Ivan cut loose with a frenzy.

Sasha's round ass and his pelvis smashed together in a sort of sexual harmony, each thrust causing her buttocks to ripple. The visuals were themselves unbelievably erotic. Ivan's hands clutched her hips as he sought to keep in rhythm. The unmistakeable solid flesh on flesh sounds filled the room. Ivan's moans and growls of pure pleasure mixed with Sasha's. Overall the sounds blended perfectly forming a veritable symphony of sex, as if arranged by Holst. Perhaps this was what they had here, a collision of Holst's "planets". Men, after all are from Mars, and women from Venus!

Ivan tried to hold back and wait for her but he was overwhelmed by this maelstrom of sexual energy. With a loud roar he came, the first wave of his seed shot deep within Sasha. He threw back his head, extended his hips fully forward maximizing the depth that his cock was in her ....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Prying Ivan’s hands from their grasp on the swell of her breasts, Sasha laced her fingers with his. Crushing his digits with a surprisingly strong grip, she bucked against him in a silent frenzy, screams – for the moment – muffled by her forearm crossed in front of her face.

Even better than the sensations of his warmth dripping down the back of her throat were the pleasures of having a man cum deep inside her, flooding her depths.

Rocking back and forth until the floorboards complained in a shrill, squeaky tone, Sasha came down from her peaks of completion with a gasp. Hanging her head until her hair brushed over the worn carpet, she felt Ivan still embedded firmly in her.

Their burning flesh was melted together from the unbearable heat of both their lusts, the finality of the moment dissipating, but their insatiable desire still fully evident.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Sasha hung her head low, her hair completely obscuring her face. Ivan was far from spent this was a day like no other. He stood, and offering Sasha his hand helped her to stand. he hugged her and kissed her deeply. He looked up at the enormous clothes rack. What should Sasha wear next, he mused? The sunlight was completely gone now.

The auction! Ivan had completely forgotten, he was supposed to represent the widow Claremont in the Warhol sketches at Christies. Damn. The commission was too large to deny.

"Sasha, I have to run I've got a buy to orchestrate yet tonight. Its uptown and we will run late. Tomorrow morning I'll return to er go over all the unfinished business left from today, like you and me. I owe you and I know that is no small thing .... "

He climbed into his pants and shoes. His shirt was ruined, yet he found one on the rack that fit closely enough. With another quick kiss Ivan fled into the night .....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Their tryst, Sasha thought wrly, ended the way most of her relationships ended…

…abruptly, without notice, and with her lying naked on the floor.

She could begin to see a rather unsettling trend developing here.

Sighing deeply, the afternoon’s former elation of being completely in control faded with each of Ivan’s footsteps disappearing down the hall.

She slipped out of the fur coat, raising it to her face to inhale his scent once more before smoothing it down and hanging it up again. Tossing the crop and top hat in on top of the faded magazine cover, she closed the armoire.

Grabbing her towel off the floor as she passed, she shut the door with a bump of her hip, heading for the shower, finding relaxation in the pounding hot water for a second time that day.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

The night dragged on interminably, Ivan's thoughts were clearly back with Sasha, no Mistress Sasha he corrected himself. He smiled, although it was at a wholly inappropriate time, since he had just lost out on a prized Worhol. Ahh well, Ivan did not have his "A" game face on this evening. Ivan thanked the stars he had that STS, it had topped 125 on the freeway getting here. Even so he barely arrived on time.

After the auction (he did manage to buy two lesser known pieces) he thought seriously about returing to Sasha's. Even for him that was pushing it. He reached home and was asleep almost instantly...

Ivan was up before dawn and dressed with care. Black was the order of the day, a cashmere turtleneck sweater, fine black dress slacks lined with silk to the knees, and simple Allan Edmonds dress shoes. How early was too early he wondered. He looked at his Movado watch, it read barely 5:30 AM. Still way too early. He paced for a while finally leaving for an espresso at Starbucks. At exactly 8:01 he was parked in her driveway.

Ivan didn't know for sure, but he would bet that Sasha was no morning person. Well maybe the Venti coffee and the poppyseed muffin would carry him through. Fidgeting for a few minutes more, he finally summoned up the courage to ring the bell. Instantly he regretted it, but what was done was done. He waited in growing apprehension ....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

The doorbell was Sasha's alarm clock that morning. She dragged herself grudgingly out of bed. Last night had been filled with dreams and of hopes that Ivan would not disappoint in breaking their date. She felt as if she hadn't slept a wink, filled with the excitement of a child on Christmas Eve. Almost tripping over the vanity seat in her groggy disorientation, she fumbled blindly for a moment before finding the light switch.

Black denim capris and a black t-shirt had her feeling only slightly more glamorous then yesterday's cleaning outfit. Taking two steps down the stairs before she remembered, Sasha dashed back up to the landing, grabbing the keys to the Lexus off an end table.

Tugging her Sixers cap on jauntily, tucking the majority of her blonde hair under the backwards bill, she trotted downstairs, heart pounding in anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Sasha composed herself, peering through the crack in the thick yellow drapes on either side of the door. Ivan was shifting back and forth, looking bored, yet only slightly annoyed at the time she had made him wait. He knows it’s worth it. She smiled at this thought, pulling open the door with a jerk.

“Hey you...” She glanced at the jagged horizon, the sun just peaking over the tops of the jutting mounds. "dontcha know a girl needs her beauty sleep?"

Sasha leaned on the door frame, not making any advance to kiss him, and not shying away as he stepped closer. The snub nose of the silver Lexus peeked from around the side of the house, and she slipped her keys into her pockets. A mild early morning was the perfect time for an exhilaratingly romantic drive in the mountains.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Framed as Sasha was in the doorway she looked positively edible this morning. Like a fine waiter from Spago's, Ivan balanced the carry tray of their Starbuck's coffee in his right hand as he wrapped his left arm around her slender waist. Without having to be asked, Ivan stepped forward and kissed her.

Long wisps of blonde hair poked out from her cap as Sasha looked at Ivan with her now familiar expression of bemusement and intelligence. After their kiss, Sasha pulled out the keys dangling them in his face. Bounding off the porch she popped the locks of the shiny silver beast with aplomb. Ivan followed unbidden yet knowing in his heart his place was to follow her this day.

Ivan barely had time to adjust the seat when Sasha roared out of the driveway in reverse then stood on the brakes which responded by jerking the car to a sudden stop. Ivan barely managed to keep the coffee tray from flipping over in his lap. Sasha laughed deep in her throat, she looked every bit relaxed totally in her element.

The Lexus leaped forward as Sasha gunned the sportscar down the quiet residential street due east into the morning sun. Ivan glanced sideways at her, marveling at how the shoulder harness laid between her breasts, highlighting each. Who would have thought that a simple black t shirt could be so sexy ....