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 Added: Jun 27, 2008  
 Owner: JeseXXXa
 Total Stories: 5

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Do Unto Others (as they would do to you)

I was sitting around home Saturday evening after having had a very good week at work thinking about whether I felt like going out or not. For some reason I hadn’t heard from any of my usual bar hopping girlfriends that day so really had no set plans. I was feeling a little tired from the many hours of typing and data entry for the past six days so just sat with my feet up watching TV.

Might as well fix myself a rum and coke, I thought. Damn no rum, my mama must have got there first. Well ok, the store just half a block away will have some and I can use the walk after sitting on my ass all week. I went into the bathroom and started to comb my hair. My makeup was still on and as I looked at myself in the mirror I thought, I looked pretty good and could probably have a little fun if I wanted to get myself dressed up and go out.

What to wear…..what to wear, hmmmm? I know that if I look too hot many people won’t have the courage to walk over and talk to me but if I don’t look hot enough I will just blend in with the other girls and I can’t have that. Ok the denim skirt and coordinated, flimsy top with tan thigh-high stockings and tan colored shoes. I stand and look in the full length mirror, yes that will work.

The taxi driver couldn’t keep his eyes on the road and he didn’t stop talking all the way to the bar area where I like to go. He dropped every, not-so-subtle, hint that a man can come up with trying to get my cell phone number; all the while the picture of his wife and six kids was on the dash, draped with a silver crucifix. I paid him and got out, “Good looking family you have there,” I said as I closed the car door.

Nice night outside, warm and a little humid; good night for one of the open air places with lots of city people passing and adding to the fun of people watching. I squeezed my way into a place on the mid-rib high drink bar that ran parallel with the sidewalk. It was tight since that was the preferred spot early in the night. A waitress found me and I ordered my usual.

A few minutes later a bar stool freed up so I made myself comfortable. Now I could easily look in every direction checking out the people walking by and the people in the bar who were checking me out. I would glance from face to face putting out the message that I was ready to talk to someone. Funny how most people see you look back at them and just quickly look away.

A waitress came over and handed me a drink then pointed at a guy sitting at a table with three others. I told her thanks and held up the glass to toast the sender then took a sip. I knew the guy would sit for an appropriate length of time then slowly stroll over to me and start a conversation.

Since there were four of them at the table I was thinking it was probably a dare or a bet to see if the guy could get close to me and what ever else. Sure enough, over he walks, drink in one hand and the other hand in his pocket. “Hi, can I join you?” he said. I thought about telling him no, so he would have to go back to his friends, defeated; but I didn’t.

“I’m Charles, uh Charlie, Ch-Chuck,” he stuttered, “my name is Charles but everyone calls me Chuck,” as he offered his hand. “I’m Souka,” I told him, “nice to meet you.”
He’s from Massachusetts, just outside Boston, and is here working for an agency from Washington D.C. that is gathering information on the plight of abused women and children in Asia. I guess they don’t have enough abused women and children in the US so they have to come here to find more.

Chuck was an average looking guy, late forties, receding hair, glasses, bit of a belly on him from living comfortably, and dressed in Dockers and a striped, button down shirt. He was married and had two kids in high school. College educated, pillar of the community kind of guy and standing here flirting his ass off with me. If his wife could see him now.

Every now and then he would look over at the table to get an approving, thumbs-up from his friends and then go on with telling me about the terrible things him and his colleges were discovering here about something called, “Human Trafficking,” throughout Asia. “Sorry I’ve never heard about it before, must be an American thing,” I told him. (Anyway, now I’ve gotten you past the boring small talk.)

Chuck was drinking vodka martinis and playing “one step” with me. You know, one step at a time, first touch my hand, then my arm and see if I pull away. I let him go on to touching my shoulder and then my face. He was getting braver by the drink, even his voice got a little deeper and a little lower so he would have to stand close and make sure I could hear what he was saying.

By the fifth round (I’m drinking mineral water) we are now standing toe to toe and nose to nose. He gives me a little kiss on my right cheek, ever so soft and kind of sweet. He’s still playing, one step, I guess he learned it in college. His hand is on my back now just above my ass. He asks me if I’d like to come back to his hotel with him. “I’m at the Hyatt.”

I asked him what he had in mind and put him at a loss for words for a moment. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to be so direct. I reached up and played with one of the buttons on his shirt just below his chin, looked him in the eye and repeated my question.
This move gave him back his confidence and he kissed me again, this time on the lips.

“What kinds of things do you like, Souka?” he asked. I told him that I’m not shy and I really love to have a wild time in bed so he should be imaginative. “If you have ever had a sex fantasy now could be the time it will come to life for you,” I whispered, looking up at his eyes.

A grin came to his lips, I could see he was reaching into the dark places in his brain and finding the things that he had kept hidden from the little woman back in Boston for so many years. “Yeah,” I asked, “I can tell you have a fantasy, what is it?”
“This may be too wild, I better not say,” Chuck goes on, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you or make you think I’m crazy.” “I would never think that, I’m wilder than any woman you have ever known so tell me what it is,” I told him, “I will probably love it.” Chuck looks serious now, he said, “Have you ever taken it in your ass?” I looked at him a little surprised, “That’s it, you want to fuck my ass, anal is your big fantasy?” my voice showing a hint of disappointment.

He had to recover, didn’t want to loose me now, “No I want to tie you to the bed spread wide and fuck your ass, Harrdddd,” he said in a gruff voice, holding up a clenched fist.
I gave him my nasty half smile and came out with a low, “ummmmmmmm.” He stood back a little, glanced over to his friends for the first time now in awhile but they had forgotten about us and were deep in their quest to find girls for themselves.

Now was a good time to get going, while the mood was right and the feelings were charged. We walked out to the sidewalk and got into a cab. His hotel was a ways off and it was hard to carry on the conversation we had been having so he just held my hand and rubbed my stocking covered knee as we made the twenty minute ride to the Hyatt.

Once up in his room he asked me if I wanted a drink so I told him yes rum and coke would be great. He called room service, ordered three rum and cokes and three scotch and sodas. Minutes later they were delivered and we sat in the chairs and talked for a few minutes. He drank the first one almost in one gulp. I remember thinking that he was probably trying to wash the thoughts of his wife out of his mind, she certainly wouldn’t approve. With the next drink he reached over and laid his hand on top of mine.

Now the real reason for the intake of alcohol became clear, it was a confidence builder. “I don’t know where to start,” he said, “I’ve never done anything like this before.” So much for the, “I want to fuck your ass, Harrdddd!” I guessed this was his way of asking me to show him how to do it. “Well first we need something to tie my arms and legs to the bed,” I said, “what have you got?” “Nothing, no rope or anything like that,” he said with a lost look on his face. Not exactly a take charge kind of guy.

I looked around the room, nothing. “Let me look in your bags,” I told him, “Ties, yeah these will work.” I pulled out a handful of neck ties and handed them to him as he was standing there beside me. “Go take a quick shower,” I ordered him, “and wash your cock off real good.” He did it then came back wearing the hotels white bath robe as he walked over and picked up his third scotch.

I was sitting on the corner of the bed with the ties in hand and my legs crossed, ever so lady like. He bottomed out the glass and came over to me again. I got up and told him to help me pull the covers back on the bed. Him on one side and me on the other we pulled off the big thick comforter and dropped it to the floor.

“Take off the robe and lie down,” I said. He looked puzzled. “Just want to show you how to do this and make sure it works,” I told him. “Oh, ok,” he said and got on the bed. “Spread your arms and legs out like you want me to be, let’s see if this tie idea will work.” The headboard was a flat panel with no posts to tie to, hmmm, what to do? I looked at the ties in my hand. Ok, I knotted three together, end to end and laid them across the foot of the bed. Chuck was just laying there with a limp cock, watching every move I made. He would offer comments like, “Damn you look so fucking beautiful.”

The bed was king sized so the three ties just weren’t enough to go all the way under the mattress and back up to reach his legs so I added two more. Ah yes, that did it. Only three more ties though so I went back in his suitcase to see what else he had. “Belts, these will do it,” I announced to him. I added the belts now to the ends of the ties in way that the belt could be looped around the wrists like handcuffs.

I got him off the bed again and had him help me run these make shift restraints under the mattress then got him laid out on it again. All this effort was hard and brought me down from the buzz I had gotten from the two rums I had swallowed so I went for the third.

“Ok Chuck lets try this out and see if they will hold,” I said and wrapped one end of a ties around his ankle and pulled it tight, then the other ankle. When I slipped his hand in the looped belt I made sure he got to feel my leg and brush against my pussy to take his mind off what was happening to him. I crawled over top of him to reach the other side of the bed to start getting his juices pumped up again because he had gotten too quiet.

It was hard to get his hand into the other belt, he had to slide his body as close to the top left corner of the bed as best he could and stretch his arm way up just to get it in. It worked. I told him to pull tight with his arms and legs to see if it would all hold. Great, I thought, it holds just right. So now here’s Chuck, butt naked stretched corner to corner on this king sized bed. Damn if I was only into blackmail……oh Chucky.

The guy was so very white, like his skin had never seen the sun. “How does it feel, is it comfortable?” I asked. Chuck was not so sure anymore that he was just testing it out for me but he confirmed that he was comfortable. I got on the bed and sat sideways on his chest, pulled my legs in and took off my heels, slowly, one by one and dropped them over the edge of the bed to let him know that the fun was about to begin.

Next I turned by body around to face him, straddling him and unbuttoned my top showing him my tits as I rubbed softly on my nipples. Again this was to take his mind off his predicament and start getting the blood into his cock where it should be. His eyes were wide staring at what was probably the only pair of tits he had seen in twenty years other than his wife’s.

I got up straight on my knees and unhooked my belt, then pulled the zipper up on my shirt letting him see the tops of my stockings and the black crotchless panties I had on. He let out a moan; no doubt that got his attention. I dropped the skirt the same place as my shoes. My bare ass was now wiggling around on his stomach and I slid back so it would touch his cock. He was now rock hard and loving every second of this.

“Ever had a foot job?” I asked, knowing of course he hadn’t. Hell, he didn’t even know what it was. I rotated again, now with my ass only an inch or two from his face and held his big pink prick between my feet and applied a little pressure as I stroked up and down. Rubbing with the tops of my toes on the up-stroke and the bottom of my foot on the down stroke. I think at this point he has surrendered the idea of him being the one in charge.

After five minutes or so of giving him the experience of nylon covered feet massaging his cock I turned and laid completely flat on top of him. I kissed him on his cheek like he did to me in the bar. I pulled myself up a little and snuggled my face into his neck, licking slowly up towards his ear. I breathed deeply and softly, my hot breath arousing him to another moan. Then I whispered, “You are so fucked Chuck, you have no idea how fucked you are.”

He didn’t say a word. By now he had submitted. I slid, body against body, pushing myself with my hands on the bed, all the way down to where my face was looking at his balls. I reached out my tongue and licked them. I felt his whole body tighten, maybe this was another first for him so I did it again. I got a little lower and pressed by tongue at the spot right below his balls and right above his asshole then flattened it and ran it all the way up to the very top of his cock and then tickled his pee hole lightly with the tip of my tongue. “Oh my sweet God!” came out of him so I guess he liked it.

I pushed myself up now on my arms and looked around the room. I stood and went into the bathroom to see what was there in the toiletries. Skin lotion in a small plastic bottle, compliments of the hotel, perfect. Going back to the bedroom I grabbed my purse and laid it on the bed near his knee. Now I got back down to where I had left off. I opened the lotion and poured some on his dick and started to rub it in. He closed his eyes and laid there with a cute little grin on his face.

I took this opportunity to reach into my purse and pull out my pocket rocket, a six inch gold colored vibrator. I didn’t turn it on yet. No need to scare him with the sound, he would just tighten up and make it harder on both of us. I went back to stroking his cock and applying the lotion. It was now running down his balls and into his crack. I rubbed lower now, the base of his shaft, fondled his balls and trailed the lotion down to his asshole.

When I gently inserted a finger he opened his eyes and raised his head, “What are you doing?” “Making you feel good,” I told him, “trust me, you’ll like it, just lay back and relax.” I rubbed all around the outside of his hole for a moment to ease his mind and then slid my finger in again. This time he just took it without comment so I upped it a little and put in another. Maybe the fact that he was getting a hand-job at the same time took away some of his fear.

This was now working just like I thought it would. I’m stroking his cock and running two fingers in and out of his ass. Then I picked up the vibrator and without loosing a beat I slipped my fingers out pushed the vibrator in and grabbed his dick all in the same motion. He let out a string of catholic cuss phrases (I recognized them, I used to be catholic) and pulled tight on all four corners of the bed at the same time. “What the fuck is that, what’s in my ass, why did you do that, shit it hurts, get it out, untie me!” His eyes were popping out of the sockets.

I got up and came back to his face. Sat on his chest, grabbed his head and kissed him hard to shut him up. After he was quiet I continued my grip on his head and bounced it up and down like I was a dog humping his face. He started laughing, telling me I was the craziest bitch he had ever seen in his life. “Ok,” I told him, “just relax and trust me, “I know what I’m doing and if you relax all your muscles it won’t hurt.”

He laid still and let go the tension on the restraints so I moved back to where I had been and took a hold of his dick again. It was nearly limp now so I got him rigid with a few strokes and a few licks on the head. I massaged all around his butt once more then turned the vibrator on. Slow speed, stroking his cock until he started to get into it. Ok, better now, turn up the speed a little and start moving it in and out while continuing the hand job. More lotion on his dick, higher speed on the ass vibrator, jerking him off…yeahhh, he’s into it now or at least I think he is because he keeps saying, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Everything now is as fast as it can go, he’s breathing like a guy running a marathon, cussing all the saints in the book and then he shoots a load that lands cum all over the hairs on his chest. I keep stroking him until there’s nothing left inside him and he collapses. I turned off the vibrator and pulled it out. Then I laid back flat on top of him and got right in his face; a look of total satisfaction.

He opened his eyes and looked me, “You are one crazy fucking bitch….(a few more cuss phrases)….but God I love you….. you are crazy.” “Untie me now please,” he said, “I gotta take a piss!”


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