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She didn’t know why he made her do this, but every week she did it. Their car was pulling into a large, circular driveway, and she gazed out at the rolling expanses of lawn surrounding the stately home. Her husband was silent, as he always was on this drive. She didn’t know who the man was that lived here, or what sort of hold he had over her husband. It dawned on her that she didn’t even know the man’s name.

To her it was just ‘Sir’.

She was twenty-three years old, and they had been married for a year. She was a striking woman: 5’4″ tall, short-cropped brown hair and bright green eyes. Her firm, 38D breasts thrust out from her chest above a tight, narrow waist. Her skin was alabaster white, and her large brown nipples made a striking contrast against her white body. She had no pubic hair. Her husband paid to have her waxed; he thought she looked more naked that way.

They had been involved in a d/s relationship from the beginning. The first time she had been tied up and spanked, she loved it. Their bondage and discipline scenes had progressed a long way since that time, and even though he sometimes truly hurt her, she loved submitting to him, and she loved the intensity of the sex that followed. He, on the other hand, loved to see the resulting marks on her white skin; proof of her submission to him.

Then, a month ago, he brought her here, with instructions to do exactly as she was told. That was all he said, he wouldn’t discuss it any further.

The sun was just disappearing behind the distant trees and she shivered. She wore a short, silk robe that came to mid thigh, tied around the waist and high heels. Nothing else. It was the way HE asked her to dress. They stopped in front of the brick walkway that led to the front door. She sat with her hands in her lap, staring straight ahead. He shut off the car. Leaning over to her, he kissed her on the cheek and told her,

“I will see you in one hour.”

She opened the door and got out. Her short robe opened in the slight breeze that she created as she walked, and her heels made a rhythmic clicking sound as she approached the front door. This was where she first began to feel the flush of shame on her cheeks. It always started here. The door opened as she approached it, and an older woman stepped back inside to let her enter, as she always did. She never knew who this woman was, the man’s wife perhaps; she was not dressed as a servant.

Now she followed the woman across a huge entryway, her heels clacking on the slate tiles. She always felt like a fool, standing there mostly naked, while the woman knocked on some massive oak doors. When the knock was acknowledged, the old woman simply opened the doors, let her pass, and closed them behind her; never once glancing at her, for which she was grateful.

The lighting in the room was dim, except for a bright light that shone down on a low oak table in the middle of the room.

“Ah, you’re here, very good.”

His voice came from behind a desk in the shadows, and he rose. As he came into the light she could see that he held a snifter of cognac or brandy in his hand.

?Let’s begin, shall we?” he asked, and now she saw him clearly.

Dressed in an elegant maroon robe with a black collar, his mane of wavy grey hair cascading over the back of the collar. He was, truly, a magnificent specimen of genteel manhood.

“Approach the table, please,” he said. She knew what to do. She walked forward until the table touched her at mid-thigh.

“And the robe, if you will,” he said, ever so gently.

She untied the short robe and let it slide from her shoulders to the floor. She stood, naked in her high heels, before this man, the burning of shame inflaming her cheeks again.

“Hands atop your head, please.”

She placed her palms flat on the top of her head, elbows out, and she stood quite still. He stood behind her and kept her like that for a full minute.

“Spread your legs,” he said. She spread her feet apart, her well-formed legs making a wide V. She felt the tip of a leather riding crop snake up the back of a thigh, and she shivered. She felt her nipples harden. The leather continued its trace up to her ass, gently circling the white globes, then down the back of the other thigh. He slowly tracked it up the insides of her thighs, and then softly stroked the length of her bare slit. Her breathing quickened slightly, and she could feel herself beginning to moisten.

“Bend, and spread your cheeks for me,” he said. She bent slightly at the waist. She could feel her face redden in shame, but she dropped her hands from her head, reached back and lewdly parted her ass cheeks

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The pure Hell of a long workday, a miserable boss and not much money to show for having to suffer through it all could be fixed by one thing and one thing only. As Stan put the key into the lock of his front door, he hoped and prayed his sweet new bride would be in the mood to soothe his soul with some good old-fashioned fucking.

Brandy was 10 years his junior, gorgeous inside and out and Stan felt more than lucky to have won her heart. Still rather inexperienced in the ways of love, the only hurdle they had to get over was bringing lovely Brandy out of her shell.

So far, it had been slow progress at best but he knew they had the rest of their lives to work on it and so he continued to look at the challenge with an open mind and a joyful heart. Each time Brandy got up the courage to try something new with him it got better and better so who was he to complain?

“Brandy?” he called out as he put his paper and briefcase down.

“Yes?” came the seductive reply.

He whirled around to find her moving about their living room, lighting candles that she had placed on every available spot. Oddly, she was wearing a long coat and for the life of him, he had no idea what was going on. She walked to the CD player, pressed play and the rhythmic beat of a popular club tune filled the room.

“Brandy?”

Turning around and facing him, she threw off her coat and asked him a question he never thought he’d hear coming from her sweet lips.

“Ever have a lap dance?”

His eyes nearly fell out their sockets, as she removed the too large overcoat, tossing it to the floor and revealing the sexiest outfit he’d ever seen.

He was instantly hard.

She wore 4-inch black stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely body.

The shortest pair of hot pants he had ever seen did little to cover her perfectly rounded bottom, her ass cheeks separated and defined by the tight material as she danced around in a seductive little circle for his pleasure.

Her long shapely legs appeared even more delectable by the thigh high stockings clinging to her silky flesh.

“Oh God,” he said quietly as she bent at the waste shaking that firm bottom back and forth like the worst type of seductress. Only this seductress wasn’t one he had to admire from afar and never get to touch… this seductress was his.

The bra she wore pushed her breasts up and out so far he could just make out the pink that surrounded her nipples. Her ensemble was the sexiest shade of wine, deep and rich, matching perfectly the sultry tones of the too-dark lipstick that painted her full lips. The color proved a disarmingly lovely contrast to the natural silver blondeness of her hair, and he was breathless as he took in her beauty.

She danced for him, her jewel-like eyes shining brighter and brighter as her face reddened with desire and exertion. Her pretty belly button was surrounded by what he knew must be a temporary tattoo in the shape of the sun, the wavy little rays of which seemed to call out to him, further igniting and teasing his senses. She looked incredible.

He walked slowly to the couch and took a seat, still in stunned disbelief that the seductress dancing for him was his shy Brandy.

Brandy danced closer to him, the look on her face one of pure lust.

She straddled his lap now, grinding and gyrating above him, but not touching his body with hers just yet. He wanted to rectify that little problem right now, pull her too him, but this was just too good to rush.

His angelic Brandy playing the seductress and doing a fantastic job was the last thing he had expected tonight and his cock throbbed painfully with anticipation. Her hair whipped around her face, clinging to it in various places as sweat began to cover her exquisite body. He was sweating too, and he had barely moved a muscle.

She stared down at him, pleased with the lust-addled look on his beloved face. Did he know how sexy he was to her? Had she shown him properly all the things he made her feel? Lord, she thought to herself, I would dance a million dances for him, if only he’d keep looking at me that way.

She moved closer to him now, lowering her hips, teasing the outline of his hard cock with her silk covered pussy. She ground against the very tip of him causing him to moan and grab her hips. Her own arousal flared as his cock gently brushed against her now pulsing clit.

Her head fell back as the music became part of her, inciting her to gyrate harder and faster against him, setting them both on fire as their bodies bumped against one another’s so intimately.

Stan’s passion was rising out of control. He pressed his lips between her breasts and his hands to the curve at the small of her back. Her hands came up and around to encircle his head, her fingers getting lost in the course thickness of the dark hair she loved so much.

“Uunnhh” she heard him grunt, his breaths coming so hard and heavy, they rose above the loud pulsing of the music. Pulling his head up, she seized his mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside, swirling it against his with untamable desire.

That was it. He brought her down to the couch roughly, still kissing her like mad. She spread her legs and he fell to his knees on the floor between them. Not wasting one second he grabbed her tiny shorts and with no finesse at all, pulled them up and off her sexy legs, tossing them behind him. His hands flew to his zipper and releasing his cock, he buried it hard and swift, inside her.

“Oh fuck… ” she cried and his amazement grew, for his demure Brandy never said that word and suddenly he felt wild as he pumped away inside her, holding her hips steady to receive his powerful thrusts.

Pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, he went in for a second attack on her sweet depths, sliding in just a little bit deeper, deep enough to make her cry out, her mouth falling open with pleasure, her tongue darting out to taste the drops of sweat as they fell from his face down onto hers.

“Oh fuck me, yeah… fuck me Stan, please… ”

Grunting and thrusting, his fingers tightly ensconced in her soft flesh, he granted her wish, feeling the tiny flutters of her orgasm begin as he pumped harder. A long, keening moan of rapture erupted from her luscious lips and her eyes rolled back in her head.

A new flood of wetness drenched his cock as she shuddered in ecstasy, the walls of her sex tightening around him, sending him over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

Falling on top of her, he continued thrusting and panting as he emptied himself inside her sweet body, his heart pounding as if it wanted to break free from his rib cage.

“Stan, oh God, Stan!” she cried, clutching at him.

“Oh… my… God…” he whispered raggedly, barely able to catch a breath and then suddenly they were both laughing hysterically, the sweet release they had just experienced leaving them giddy.

Brandy buried her face in his neck as uncontrollable laughter shook their bodies.

“Oh God, are you trying to kill me, woman?” he asked, bursting yet again into raucous laughter. She laughed with him, so happy that she had pleased him so well and so thoroughly.

“Where did that come from?” he asked now as he stroked her lovely face, pushing strands of damp hair away.

“It came from here,” she said as she pointed to her heart. “And here,” she teased as her hand strayed down to her moist pussy lips, dipping her fingers inside herself before bringing those fingers up to her mouth and sucking them clean.

His eyes widened again. It seemed his little Brandy was indeed, coming out of her shell.

“And guess what else I have in store for you?”

Between the low light of the burning candles and the lust she was feeling, Brandy’s eyes were almost fully dilated leaving nothing but the tiniest ring of ice blue to mesmerize him, the sight one he knew he would never forget.

She made a point of whispering her plans for him directly into his ear, as if her intentions were far too naughty to be spoken aloud.

They were… and he smiled.

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