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Alice was overjoyed to begin her trip to Hawaii. She'd always fantasized about the tropical location, as most do. In her case, it was extra nice since she managed to find a generous older man willing to let her stay at his home for free! She'd packed little, since she never wore all that many clothes; and the clothes she did wear barely covered her anyway. But it was Hawaii! Who needed a lot of restrictive clothing?! The plane ride was a bit of a hassle, but well worth it for her journey. After a few transferring flights and a bus into the small town, the young woman arrived on the kind man's doorstep.

She was dressed about as inappropriately as one could imagine for travel---and for staying at a stranger's house for that matter. Tall and tones to perfection, her busty, curvy form was wrapped in little more than a thin, loose sweater, white 'shorts' (the term used loosely), and white tennis shoes. She hadn't even bothered to throw on a bra or button the sweater up all the way. Looking more like a call girl than a traveler, Alice knocked on the door, threw her long, dark hair back, and set a smile for her new temporary roommate.

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Jason Williams had been an international investment banker ever since graduating from Harvard's business school, starting his firm with funds he had earned and invested throughout college and shooting up from there. He spent most of his time developing luxury malls and high rise condos. Lavish would be the word best used to describe his lifestyle, filled with yacht parties, international trips, and beautiful women, he was rather content.

Being in such a prominent role with his company he made sure to stay in shape, running and lifting each day, giving him a lean, muscular build. He kept his dark hair short and neat with his sharp jaw and his beard neatly trimmed. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones. As of recent he had ventured into a new business, leaving control of his company to the CFO while he enjoyed a life at his Hawaiian oceanside home, a small, luxurious mansion complete with an Olympic sized pool, hot tub, wine cellar, and a basement theatre that he listed on TraveLust.com, an AirBnB-style side with a rather erotic twist, where everything was free but sex with beautiful partners was guaranteed. Jason spent the day instructing the cleaning service he'd hired on how to perfect everything before his guest arrived.

Finally the time had come, his cleaning staff had left and he heard a knock on the door. It had to be Alice. He went to the door wearing little more than a pair of navy blue swim trunks that cling to his muscular thighs. He pulled his cock out and have it a few strokes until it was at its full, thick, uncut nine inch length before opening the door. "Alice? I'm Jason, your host. Welcome to paradise." He welcomed her, his cock standing tall, acting as if it was nothing unusual.

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Alice beamed as the door opened and she found herself face to face with quite a handsome older man. Without a shirt, she could tell he was more than healthy for his age. Big and muscled, bearded, just the way she liked it. She was oblivious to his exposed organ for a moment, concentrating more on his face and chest than further down. "Hey, there! Pleasure to meet you, Jason. Yes, it's little ole' me from the TraveLust listing. I'm glad you're so generous as to let me stay." She reached out and gripped his hand to shake it, but only managed to get a hold of his wrist. Working her hand down to his, she discovered he was an amputee! Alice looked down and was about to apologize when she realized it wasn't his arm at all, but a big, stiff cock!

"Oh... oh, my." The girl looked back up at Jason's face with wide eyes. "I... I didn't realize this place was so... informal." She clearly didn't mind it, since her hand never left his massive organ. She even began to stroke him a bit. Alice didn't consider herself a slut or anything, but she knew better than to pass up such a complete package when it opened right up to her. "So... you seem to be quite excited about this arrangement, huh? Anything I can do to alleviate that?" She began to stroke his length more overtly, smiling and licking her lips to drive the point home. Alice was a sucker for sucking. She loved giving head possibly even more than the man receiving it.

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Jason was glad to see his guest was so excited to be there, almost laughing to himself about how she hadn't noticed his exposed manhood right away. "Trust me, Alice. The pleasure is all mine. I'm more than happy to open my home up to you and share in your vacation." He told her as she reached out to shake his hand but ended up with a handful of cock. It was apparent that she had thought she'd grabbed a wrist as she lowered her grip until she reached the uncut head, a devious smile coming to his face.

Her eyes went wide but she didn't flinch back at all. No, instead she began slowly stroking the length as they continued their conversation. "I guess it would seem I'm quite excited to be graced with a guest as beautiful as yourself." He said with a soft grunt escaped his lips as her strokes grew quicker, more intense. "Actually, if you'd be so kind as to show me what all those pretty lips can do, I'd be happy to welcome you inside."

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"Mmmm... don't mind if I do. I suppose people around here are alright with this... out in the open?" Alice looked around briefly as if noticing someone watching her was going to deter her at all from sucking one of the nicest cocks she'd ever seen. The woman flashed a beautiful smile up at Jason one last time, then sank to her knees on his doorstep. She stroked him a few more times, noting his slight curve and throbbing, hot veins. It really was a wonderfully made manhood. She leaned in, but sank a little lower at first. Alice placed a tender kiss on Jason's immense balls, then began licking them to show her thanks. She sucked the round orbs of meat and seed into her mouth one by one, rolling them around in her hot mouth with her tongue until they were well moistened. After they popped out past her lips, she ran kisses up Jason's hard member from the bast to his thick head.

Alice looked up at the man as her tongue flicked across his slit, getting a taste of what she was in for with any precum that had collected there. So far, he was quite delectable. She gripped him firmly, as if he were a catch that might try to get away. Her lips sank down around his tip, sucking him in gently until the entire head was in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the sensitive edges of his crown, moaning softly in appreciation for Jason's warm welcome. "MMMMmmmm..."

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Jason nodded as she asked about the general acceptance of this sort of lewd behavior by the neighbors. "Oh, you'll find this community is quite open with themselves. It's one of the things we pride ourselves on." He said in response as she sunk to her knees and began eagerly teasing his balls, licking at both and taking each meaty orb into her mouth, rolling her tongue against them before letting them pop free audibly from her mouth. With his balls free of her angelic mouth she began trailing soft kisses from the base of his veiny cock to his thick mushroom head.

Their eyes met as her tongue flicked against the slit of his cock, his eyes wincing with immense pleasure as she teased the uncut head before lapping up his sweet, salty precum. His strong right hand reached down and ran through her beautiful dark locks as she eagerly took the head between her lips, her tongue dancing around the shaft as he gave a soft push to force more of his length into her welcoming mouth. "Oh fuck. I'll be damned if this isn't the most inviting mouth I've ever seen."

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Having the strong man's fingers in her hair only drove Alice to please him more. She generally responded quite well to a dominant personality. The girl pulled away only a moment, continuing to stroke him as she spoke. "Is that right? I to hope we get to entertain your neighbors some time. And yes... I have quite the inviting mouth. It's always open for anyone to come in." She winked with her none-to-subtle innuendo a slid Jason's skin down to the base of his dick. Her tongue rounded his sensitive crown before she sucked him in once more. His was some of the most delicious precum she'd ever tasted. She was looking forward to the time she'd spend at his home very much.

Alice worked her head over the man, letting him push her down as much as he liked. She fed herself inch after precious inch of his glorious dick, sucking gently as she went. Her hands fell away and trailed up his muscled legs, soon reaching the sides of his trunks. She looked up at him while her fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled them down to his ankles. Her head never stopped working, bobbing and twisting to give him every bit of sensation possible. Alice took hold of Jason's right ass, pulling her head over him and keeping him there. She made out with his cock like it was the tongue of a passionate lover, lapping and sucking at him wantonly.

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"Oh I'm sure no one will mind waking up tomorrow morning to hear you screaming my name, Alice. It'll become like a morning rooster to them over the next few days." Jason suggested playfully as she pulled his foreskin back and rounded her tongue on his sensitive head before sucking him down once again, taking his cock inch by inch until she grabbed hold of his ass and held his entire length inside of her perfect mouth.

"God damn, you certainly are skilled." He said as she pulled his trunks down, allowing him to step out to leave himself completely naked as she bobbed her head up and down skillfully on his thick manmeat. "But can you take a mouth fucking?" He asked as he reached down and grabbed each side of her pretty face with one of his strong hand, holding her in place before starting to powerfully thrust into her mouth and throat, fucking her tight throat like the tightest of pussies. "Oh fuck baby, that's good. I'm so close." He groaned out as he fucked her throat for a solid thirty seconds before releasing her. "Make me cum, Alice. Finish me off and I'll take you on the grand tour."

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_A morning rooster, or a great big cock._ Alice thought. She looked up at Jason and gave him a wink, showing just how much she appreciated the compliment. It was nice to finally find a man that appreciated her hard work. She'd not given too many blowjobs in her time, but the ones she did were magnificent. Alice was a professional, looking up techniques online and just browsing porn stars giving head in her spare time. Had she finally found a place she could put all that knowledge to good use?

Alice's arms fell until her hands rested on Jason's muscled calves. She simply knelt there while he fucked her face, sucking him in and making sure there was pressure before he pulled out again. Clearly she was more than happy to be face fucked out in the front of his house where everyone could see. Hearing his challenge, she suddenly surged forward. Her mouth sucked him in completely and held on as she crawled forward and pushed him back into something in the house. Alice wasn't sure if it was a wall or a counter, and she didn't care. She became aggressively needy for his seed, sucking and slurping on him maddeningly. Her head pulled back nearly all the way off his dick before slamming down again, taking him all the way to his big balls. Again and again she did this until there was no way he could hold back any further.

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The way Alice simply let her arms fall and grab his calves as he fucked her face was a sign that she was thoroughly enjoying her welcome to his home. Lewd groans escaped Jason's lips as he forced his cock into her throat, noticing the pressure and suction she gave every time he pulled back. She was good. Porn quality good. She had truly mastered the art of the blowjob.

When he told her to make him cum she instantly showed how dedicated she was to the fact, forcing her lips down to take his cock into her throat as she crawled forward into the house, forcing him back into a coat closet as she vigorously sucked his cock as if she'd die without his seed. His cock throbbed and twitched as his balls slapped her chin each time she went down, impaling herself without so much as a gag. Less than a minute later he found his orgasm triggering, his cock shooting his hot, thick seed into her mouth and down her throat as his eyes rolled back in his head and his arms went limp, the strength escaping his body as he shot his seed into her for nearly an entire minute.

"Oh fuck... you earned that tour." He moaned as he came back down to reality after being overwhelmed with pleasure, running a hand through her hair as he spoke.

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"Mmmmm... MMM!!" Alice continued to suck away at him, becoming oblivious to the world around her. She wanted little more than to just lick and kiss and take him into her throat for hours if she could. Her eyes had long since closed, leaving her wrapped up in the moment she was creating between them. The woman was brought away from her reverie with the pulse of John's hard dick. She opened her eyes and realized he was about to---"KAKKE!" Finally she gagged, but only because she wasn't quite ready for the sudden burst of seed directly down her throat. Overcoming her reflex quickly, Alice went back to sucking and swallowing hard. She wanted every jet of this first orgasm to be in her tummy.

The girl swallowed again and again, holding him as deep down her throat as possible. Her lips kissed his pelvis, tongue licked his balls lovingly while they tensed and released again and again. Alice made loud gulping sounds as she drank from him. She looked up to his handsome face, wondering just how long she'd let him stay and suck his cock on a daily basis. When she felt him calm and start to fire less and less into her, Alice pulled back until his thick head was in her mouth. Her tongue lapped at him, tasting his delicious sperm and cleaning him masterfully.

With a pop of suction, she was finally off the man's wonderful member. She kissed the tip one last time out of respect for the large beast of an organ before standing. Alice snuggled up close to John, smiling. "My but that was a warm welcome! So the tour! I'd love to see more of your lovely house. And then more fun..." Alice giggled, wondering where his bedroom was.

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Jason had been with many women in his day, but none had been as much of a sexual goddess as Alice was proving to be. The girl wanted every last drop of seed that his balls had to offer, forcing his cock down her throat as she licked at his balls to massage every last drop out. She was just as methodical with her movement away from him as she let his cock out with an audible pop before expressing her excitement for his tour.

"Oh yes..." He said, panting lightly as he regained himself, snatching his swimming trunks from the floor nearby and pulling them up over his throbbing yet softening cock. "The tour!" He exclaimed, regaining his chipper attitude as he placed a deep kiss to his guest's lips, tasting his potent seed on her but not minding in the least. "Right this way."

And with that he led her through the lavish Hawaiian mansion, stopping at the back patio where there was access to the beach along with a hot tub and a bar, he then took her up to the master bedroom upstairs which overlooked the ocean with a lovely veranda. "And this of course is the master bedroom. I hope you don't mind, but I'm sure we'll be spending a lot of time here."

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Alice smiled and walked along with the owner of the flat, kissing him hotly whenever she could and enjoying the view of the beach from the house. She could think of no other place she'd rather spend a vacation. She could also think of no other person, either. Jason was older and handsome at the very least. He was just the type of guy she'd give a solid shot at a date. The face that he was so nice and packed a massive cock and enough semen to drown her was just delicious icing on the cake. Alice let her hand roam Jason's body whenever they stopped, feeling his hard muscles and getting a grip on his thick organ with glee.

Finally they were at the bedroom. As much as Alice wanted to take full advantage of the place and meet the neighbors, she simply wanted to be fucked senseless at that moment. The girl ran her hand over Jason's chest and down to his incredible bulge before giving a lip-biting smile and showing off her swaying hips. She walked to the bed and turned to sit on the edge. Her back was arched, pushing her immense bust out to him. The shoulders of her loose top fell away to expose herself to him. "Well, shucks. I guess the tour is over. What do you have for a grand finale, sir?"

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As Jason gave her the grand tour he loved the fact that Alice as practically glued to him, kissing him and grabbing at the bulge of his thick cock whenever the opportunity presented itself. She was proving to be quite the insatiable deviant after just having taken a load of his seed into her perfectly welcoming throat. Though he'd always been a ladies' man, he was quickly falling for this bombshell vixen.

"Grand finale? This is only just the beginning." He said as he watched her bend over and present herself to him as she laid against the bed. "Alice, you're going to be addicted to this dick the second I start fucking you." He said as he pulled his massive cock out once more before reaching out and ripping the rest of her clothing off, exposing her luscious tits and perfect sex. "You're all mine now, Alice." He said as he pushed the engorged head of his cock to her slit before pushing himself inside of her, inch by inch until his entire length throbbed inside of her as his hips met her ass. Her pussy was incredible, the right clinching intense as he moaned at his first thrust. "Holy fuck..."

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Alice fell to the bed, though her clothes didn't seem to make the trip themselves. She gave an excited smile to see her only set ripped away and tossed to the floor in tatters. She supposed walking around town naked for the rest of her trip wouldn't be so bad---not if everyone else was as accommodating as Jason! Her legs were open wide for him. She watched the older man sink into her with the stamina of a twenty-year-old. The woman's head fell back with the feel of how tight her pussy was stretched for his big cock. Alice trembled in delight with the giant member plunging deep within her body.

"OOooohh, fuck... Yessssss..." Alice wrapped her arms and legs around Jason, holding him tight as he buried himself into her hot folds. She'd never had a man so big within her. It was like being fucked by a baseball bat! Any thoughts of possible impregnation were forced from her mind with the battering ram of the man's cock pushing them out. She could already feel him beating at her womb with reckless abandon, or at least she probably would when he started fucking her. For the moment, it only felt as though he were railing her. Alice kissed at Jason's neck feverishly, begging him in a voice already exhausted by his girth, "Yes, Jason... please fuck me! Ruin my tight little pussy with your big dick!!"


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Matthew stood close, unmoving, to given the moment time to properly sink in. Shelby had crossed the line. Lovely, sensuous, intoxicating Shelby, was now here, caught, his to do with as he wished. She wasn't leaving until he decided. The four cuffs, and locks, saw to that. But that wasn't enough. To prime her for what he had in mind, more had to be done.

Leaning in, he inhaled once, deep, behind her ear, and kissed her there, gently. As his lips remained, his hands moved down, and closed the strap around Shelby's thigh, at the very edge of the seat. He pulled it firm, before buckling it down. The strap wasn't strictly necessary. The four cuffs alone ensured that Shelby wasn't getting off of the chair. But the purpose of the strap wasn't entirely physical. He wanted her to feel. To feel the full extent of being here. To feel the full extent of being restrained. To feel the full extent of being exposed.

His fingers then slid up, along the inside of her thigh, closing in on her sex, still hidden by the soft fabric of her panties, almost, almost touching. Then gliding over to the other side, and sliding back away. A second kiss.

Moving with the same care, Matthew then strapped Shelby's other leg to the chair. "Four," he whispered in her ear. A third kiss. "In case you were wondering how many more restraints I intend to add. Four." His lips touched again. His hand started drifting back up her thigh.

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The moment Matthew first leaned into her body, his jaw brushing the outer shell of her ear, breath disturbing the tendrils of hair that drifted along her neck, Shelby made to reach for him. Without thought. Metal shook against metal as she pulled at the restraints on her wrists. The sound tinkled through the room and reminded her just where she sat. How she was bound. How vulnerable she was and just how much she was now at the mercy of the man who had put her in this position. Who apparently still had work to do as he buckled her thigh to the chair.

The strap slipped over her naked thigh, tightened and was sealed there. Not uncomfortably, but with enough pressure that she wasn't moving it more than an inch either way. Shelby tested the boundaries when Matthew pulled back, watching her face as he slid a hand up her thigh and towards the apex where her heated core lay covered by a thin piece of lace fabric. She gasped when his fingers barely grazed that area. Teasing really. Angry at herself for making a sound that gave away exactly what he was doing to her, she clamped her lips together. And narrowed her eyes as he moved around to her other side, strapping in her left thigh with the same methodical movements.

His whisper had goosebumps tearing across her flesh. She could bite back her moans for now, but her body was betraying the pleasure she felt just having him near. And she was beginning to suspect that the anxiety at being strapped to a chair, open, exposed, was only mixing with her pleasure and enhancing it. No matter how hard she tried to fight that.

His hand moved back up her thigh and she bit her lower lip against a soft moan. Then in the middle of the action decided talking was better. Shelby could cover up the soft sounds with talking, right? "Four?! Matthew..." His name was a cross between a plea and concern. Her brain going haywire trying to figure out what more he could restrain on her. She turned her head just enough to catch his earlobe with her teeth as he placed another tantalizing kiss to the tender flesh behind her ear.

How did he know that was her favorite spot?? The contact with teeth and lobe lasted less than a second, probably, and then was gone. And she was shifting her hips a bit. As much as the chair would allow her to move. Mostly just to do the act of moving, not to really get anywhere. She had a bet to win, after all.

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The bite was unexpected and had its effect. Below, Matthew stiffen a bit further. He turned his hips a bit, to make it less obvious, but really, there was no concealing the effect Shelby was having on him. "Three, actually," he whispered as he wrapped a pair of straps around her waist. These were built into the chair, anchored, and made of the same soften leather as the other restraints. Matthew used it to pin Shelby's back in place. This, combined with the two thigh straps, limited how far and where she could move her hips. This would prove important later.

Next Matthew retrieved two shorter straps from the drawer and returned. These he used to secure Shelby's forearm, just past the elbows, to the two posts forming the back of the chair. These were tightened to the same level: firm, secure, but not pinching, not painful. These straps were a redundancy. They limited how far Shelby could move her hands, even if she somehow slipped loose of the wrist cuffs.

"One left," he smiled, and leaned in, planting another kiss, this time behind his captive's other ear---before giving it a gentle nip in return. "Want to give up now?"

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Shelby noticed the hip turn. It was the one movement in the litany of motions that had no purpose with restraining her into the chair. Her eyes flicked to his erection. And she grinned. Her body flushed a bit more. Keeping his clothes from him was the second best decision she'd made tonight.

Her eyes continued to watch his face and body as he secured her waist to the chair. And then her forearms. None of the straps were cutting. This wasn't exactly a comfortable, but neither was it painful. It was simply different. A position and situation she had never encountered before. Nothing pinched, nothing pulled. But moving from how he wanted her was not an option.

And then there was only one left to secure. And as he did so, Matthew leaned in, kissing her behind her ear again and then nipping her earlobe in return. It made her pull on the restraints for a heartbeat or two. And then stop when the restraints themselves stifled the movement. She gave him a sassy grin at his question.

"When we've only just begun..." Her eyebrows rose. They were something he hadn't restrained her movement on. So she used them. And her eyes flicked down to his cock and then back up to his gaze. "Not at all."

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"Good," Matthew smiled back. "Now that I've got you, I was kind of hoping to keep you. For a while, at least..." Then he fetched the final restraint: a leather blindfold. It had a wide, soft leather panel with a v-cutout for her nose. The backside had two straps to secure it in place. Matthew held it up for Shelby to see, turning it over slowly so she could appreciate its potential.

"Really, I'd rather not use this. I'd much rather be able to continue to appreciate the beauty of your eyes. But. Aesthetics but give way to utility. At least," he looked up at the clock behind her, "for the next ninety minutes." Then Matthew slowly applied the leather, taking away Shelby's sight. It was a necessary trade-off. When one sense is taken away, the others invariably become more acute. Heightened. Sensitive. With a final silver padlock, he attached the lower strap blindfold to a D-ring on the chair. "There," he snapped the steel closed. "Ten."

Stroking her neck with the back of his fingers, Matthew leaned in close. "Now, Shelby, any time you want me to stop, just go ahead and say these magic words: 'Matthew, you win.' Alright?" A kiss on chin. "And," another kiss, lower, "if you don't say those words in eighty nine minutes and thirty seconds," another kiss, higher, "then I will let you go." His other hand touched her side, and flowed down. "Or not."

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Shelby's keen eyes followed Matthew as he left her side, grabbed one more piece and then returned. Her head was tilted back slightly, making it easier for her to track him across the room and back. When she realized what he meant to do with the piece of leather held in his hands, she licked her lips slowly. Anticipation and anxiety were tingling through her. But she also realized that arousal was mixed in there.

She didn't respond to his comment about using the blindfold. Her bravery won out and she even tilted her head forward slightly so he could apply it easier. The light faded as her eyelids closed and the material covered her gaze. It was completely blinding, no traces of soft glow even around the edges. As he secured the blindfold to the chair, the padlock snapping closed was loud in her ear. It made her hands close into tight fists and mouth drop open on a soft, barely audible gasp. Her thigh muscles tightened for a moment.

Then Shelby made herself relax. And concentrate on the senses she could still use. Matthew's cologne and natural scent still tickled her nostrils. She could feel each and every strap that held her down in his chair. Hear him lean in closer to her. That soft gasp was matched by another, louder one. One that she couldn't control when his fingers---no the backs of them---ran over her neck and down her body. More instructions were given and she quickly closed her mouth to listen. His lips hit her chin in a soft kiss. Then another. She turned her head slightly to try and catch his lips in a kiss.

It was broken by her grin though, at his words. Even strapped down, confined, restrained, with her belly flip-flopping at the possibilities, he was giving her an out. An out that would mean she would lose, but an out all the same. His last word run in her ears though, and she instinctively turned her head up towards him. Without the blindfold, she would have caught his gaze, he would have found her eyes wide. Flashing with lust. Even as her body tried to arch into his touch. Causing the restraints to press into her middle.

"Matthew..." His name was soft on her lips. Her voice gentle. Not the time, though, to have that conversation. So she righted herself. And relaxed once more in the chair. Making herself be in control of her body again. Fighting it, visibly. "I expect those tickets in an hour and a half to be in my hands."

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"Do you now?" Matthew breathed in her ear, as the hand continued to descend. "You're remarkably confident, considering your current situation." The fingers traced sides along the belt at her tummy and then back. "I like that. I find confidence," the hand moved downwards again, "alluring."

It stopped when it reached the top of her panties. A wiggle. A push. And the fingers started to burrow under. "Now what do we have here..." Matthew's other hand joined the assault. It touched Shelby on her flank, and moved up. Along the front, tracing the bottom of her left breast. Pushing against the fabric.

"You really are quite the treat. Quite delightful indeed," another kiss, behind her ear. "Now tell me, would you prefer I started above..." he stroke her breast again, "or below," the other hand moved, the fingers touched the inner crease of her thigh. "Hmmm?"

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His voice was predatory. Calculating. Confident. And finding confidence alluring was something they had in common, apparently. His fingers had her own clenching into fists. Not quite pulling at the restraints, but Shelby's forearm muscles weren't relaxed, either. Shelby was not used to not being able to touch her partner. To feel him and his hot skin.

Matthew's fingers pushed into her panties and made her mouth drop open on a soft gasp. Just a slight inhalation of breath, but loud enough for him to hear. To know by the sounds she was making the affect he was having on her. Shelby's temperature was rising by the minute and her heartbeat was gaining speed quickly with how he was touching and teasing her. This might be harder than she thought. And they'd barely just begun.

His other hand joined in the assault. And so did his voice. So close, just behind her ear as he kissed and pressed there. She tilted her head to the side as much as the restraints would allow. The movement was instinctual. She wasn't tilting towards him to block access to her skin, but away, to give him full rein. The submission wasn't full, but it was enough. The beating of her heart, if he couldn't hear it, she was sure it was pounding hard enough to see her pulse through the jugular. He was affecting her and when he brushed his fingers where she was starting to crave them, he'd know just how much it was arousing her.

Shelby tried to clamp her thighs together. Again, the movement was instinctual. As if she had forgotten completely about the restraints until they clanked and the leather straps pressed into her thighs. Making her stop and still. She felt her nipples starting to pucker beneath the lace fabric at just the hint of being touched and toyed with. But she didn't choose either of the options he gave her. Instead, she licked her lips and bit the lower one against a groan. "This is your game, Matthew," she said softly. She didn't want to miss a sound he would make by talking over it. So her voice was just above a whisper. It was also hard to raise it when he had taken all her breath away. "You decide."

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"As you wish," Matthew smiled. He noticed Shelby's movements, of course. How could he not? Every sense, every sliver of attention was focused on her. She was the center now. She was his center now.

Matthew's hands withdrew and returned. This time, it was two fingers, tracing carefully along the strap of her bra. There, on the left. Stop. Then there, on the right. Slow. Down. Lower, lower still. Over her curve, on the outside, following the fabric, sliding along her skin exposed. Down. Along the outside, over the fabric now. The touch grew firmer. He wanted her to feel him. Feel his touch. Through the gossamer, him, there, along the bottom arc now. Next to the unyielding leather binding her. Holding her. Keeping her. Another finger. Then one more. A thumb pressed down, where the nipple was hiding underneath. A hold, gentle. Firm. A caress. A stroke.

Now, back to the left. There was no need to rush this. No, not at all. Shelby was his for the next hour and a half. He would not waste it.

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Once again, his voice floated through the air to her and just the sound of it was enough to cause a reaction in her loins. Confidence, acceptance, attention... it was all wrapped up in those three little words. But when Matthew removed his hands from her, she blinked a bit behind the mask. Surprised for a heartbeat or two, until his touch returned. Just when Shelby thought she had his game figured out, and could anticipate his next move, he flipped it up. Instead of choosing below, as she had expected, he went above. To her breasts. That were arguably the most sensitive part of her body.

Matthew's touch was light. But present. And teasing. He didn't grab and grope, plunge inwards to twist and fondle. He caressed, touched, learned and found with his hands. And when his thumb hit her erect nipple, she sucked in a soft hiss through her teeth, clenching them together against the harder gasp that wanted to escape. Her head laid back against the restraint on the chair and when he moved to repeat the process with his hand on her other breast, she arched instinctively towards his touch. The restraints held her still, kept the movement small and contained, rather than the hurried and beautiful it was meant to be.

The locks at her wrists rattled when Shelby made to move her hands towards him. Her nostrils flared as she drew in a deep breath, taking in his scent and that of the room around them. She could feel the heat from his skin on hers. And despite what she would have thought an hour ago at that barroom table, or even a day ago when the text came through to meet up... Shelby was enjoying this.

Pleasure and fear were intoxicating and moving through Shelby. Because her resolve to last the rest of the 90 minutes was faltering with each caress of Matthew's palms on her sensitive breasts.

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Matthew had a plan. His approach was deliberate and methodical. The first step was render Shelby available, exposed. This had been accomplished with the ten silver locks. The next step was to explore. To assess. To learn what aroused her and how.

He noted each movement of her arms, each clenching of her hands, each breath she drew. Matthew was studying Shelby. He wanted to learn what pleased her. Reaching back, Matthew released a catch. Then, grasped his guest's knees on the inside, he pushed her legs apart. The chair she was bound to had hinges that allowed to legs to rotate outwards---opening Shelby's thighs, slowly. Matthew pushed. Thirty degrees. Forty five. Sixty. There. That should do. He secured the catch, once more locking Shelby's legs in place.

Matthew now paused, and watched her. Carefully. Intently. Gauging Shelby's reactions. Wondering, for a brief moment, what she was thinking. A half minute. A full minute. It wasn't wasted time. Anticipation, after all, can be more powerful than the act itself.

Then he resumed his task. The hands were replaced with his lips. A kiss, soft, on the right bra strap. A bite, on the fabric, to pull in a half inch aside. A kiss back, where the strap laid, on the pink line. Another. And another. Each one was a bit lower, closer. Following the curve of her breast, towards the spot there, hidden underneath the fabric. When he crossed over from skin to silk, the kisses were muted. But when he reached his target, his shifted his assault. This time it wasn't a kiss. It was a bite. Pinch. Hold. Catching the fabric and what lay beneath. As his hands returned, there, touching, drifting down both sides of her back.

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There was a point, for Shelby, during any intimate relations, where thought processes simply stopped. If her partner was good enough, she stopped thinking about everything and simply felt. At that point, there was no returning to whatever task was at hand. Or whatever distraction could deter her from the path of completion. Before that point, however, everything still worked. She could talk, think, play, banter, do it all. She had yet to reach that point of no return with Matthew. Her drive to win, and the anxiety of not knowing the next turn in the game, kept her from falling off that ledge.

So when the click of a lock being thrown sounded over her breathing and Matthew's soft movements, it made her stop for a moment. Until she felt Matthew's hands on her knees and him pushing them apart. Her voice picked up then. Not in protest, but in surprise at the movement. "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." She said softly, not expecting the chair---or him---to be able to manipulate her like that, since she was all locked up.

But he didn't stop. Not until her thighs were spread to his liking. Her initial reaction was to tense, but once she figured out what he was doing, she relaxed back into the restraints. Well, as relaxed as possible when she was spread open for him like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. The thought of him looking at her, seeing every curve, every flaw, every secret she tried to keep hidden, made Shelby squirm in the restraint chair slightly under what she knew was an inspection of the highest caliber. Matthew was calculating. Committing everything to memory.

And when he drew close enough again---when she expected him to touch her breasts one more time---she gasped, soft but high, when it wasn't his fingertips that laid against her skin, but his lips. The sound was more surprise than pleasure, but the pleasure sigh came shortly thereafter. As he worked his way around her sensitive breasts with just his lips.

Shelby almost regretted keeping the bra on. Her feet flexed and pointed slowly as it was the only movement really allowed as Matthew worked his way around the lace and silk of her bra on her breast. The kisses were easy, soft, reassuring. And then he shifted. And used his teeth. This time, it wasn't a gasp, or a soft sigh, or a sweet moan that left Shelby's lips. It was a full-on cry of pleasure. One that had her thighs shaking and chest straining towards him as he caught her flesh and the bra in his teeth and stayed there. Held on. Sent bolts of lightning straight to her core. The touch to her back was a soothing afterthought. Right now, she was focused on his mouth.

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Ah, bingo. Matthew made a mental note. And press down a bit harder. Not too hard, of course. Just enough to increase the sensation. As his hands drifted over Shelby's hips down to her thighs.

Two fingers on the left. Two on the right. Over the crease, tenderly---close, but not too close, to her panties---then inside, along her abductor muscles where his movement slowed. And the fingers were replaced with his palms. Stroking now. The bite, reluctantly released. Matthew stole a look up at the clock. "My my, Shelby. Would you look at the time. We still have... one hour and twenty six minutes to go," he lied. "Ready to yield yet?" His left hand retreated. His right drifted upwards.

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His teeth closed farther around Shelby's taunt nipple, abraded by the fabric between the sensitive skin and him. It had her trying to squirm and undulate in the restraints. At that moment she didn't care that the locks made noise as she struggled slightly. She wanted to spear her hands through that thick, dark hair of his as he tortured her with pleasure. Another cry and a sound of soft desperation left her lips before she quieted.

His fingers were trailing goosebumps over her exposed flesh. Teasing with their soft touches. Made her muscles in her thighs quake. He played like he had more than 90 minutes to do all this. He was playing with her body like he had all night.

Shelby made herself relax back into the restraint chair as his teeth disengaged from her breast. A smile started at her lips. And grew as his words caressed over her ears. This was different. But it was fun. This was not what she expected, but it was still Matthew. It was still his hands and lips caressing her. She had to take a soft breath to gain air in her lungs to answer, and her voice came out slightly shaky---but the sass was still there.

"And miss out on the next 86 minutes of fun? I think not..." She said. Her head, eyes still covered by that blindfold, but she knew where his face was from the sound of his voice, turned slightly towards him. "What about you? Ready to admit you won't have me begging tonight?"

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Matthew watched Shelby squirm, watched her struggle, watch her discover the limits of what she can do---held, bound, by his straps and buckles and locks and leather. Lovely.

The fingers drifted upwards, teasing, lightly along the edge of her panties until he heard her challenge. Then then crossed the line. Pressing a fraction harder, so she can feel where he was, Matthew explored the edges of Shelby's lips. Up along the left, down along the right, staying on the outside, and coming close, but not touching, her pearl as he completed on circuit. Then, at the base, where she touched the seat, Matthew reversed his motion. Coming up now, along the right, and then stopping. There. On her clit.

"And miss out on the next 85 minutes of fun? I think not..." he whispered in Shelby's ear. As he pushed down.

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Shelby had to wait for an answer to her quip. The anticipation made her breathless. Had her squelching the urge to squirm in the restraint chair. Even if she couldn't see Matthew's gaze, she could feel it. She knew his eyes were on her. As surely as she felt his hands move over her skin, she knew he was watching ever little nuance her body gave off.

And by the way he touched her, he liked what he saw. His exploring fingers, and the change in pressure on her most intimate of areas, had Shelby biting her lower lip. He teased with his touch. Made her want so much more with it. The thought that she could want more with Matthew made her heart flutter. And her stomach do flip flops. She was sure she'd never been this turned on just from barely being touched.

So when his answer came as a breathy whisper in her ear, she had to let go of the lip she was chewing on and laugh softly. Her head leaned back at his wit, and she'd barely gotten two soft chuckles out when his fingers stopped on her clit. The part where he had been teasing the most. Matthew stopped there on her sensitive nub. And then applied more pressure.

The laughter ceased. Blown out in one breath so she could suck in a gasp of air. Everything in her tensed automatically, shaking the locks and the restraints as Matthew's finger hit right on her pleasure button. She couldn't stop the reaction of her thighs quivering. Or the next words that slipped out of her lips when she could actually form a thought to speak. "Oh God..."

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"Oh ho," Matthew smiled and kept the same level of pressure. "So you like this, hmm? How about this?" He started to move his finger in a clockwise circular motion, slowly, with the same constant pressure. "Or do you prefer this?" Matthew's finger paused, then moved from side to side. Left, right, left. Pressing just hard enough so that Shelby's clit almost, but not quite, slid free as he moved right, then left.

"Or is this better?" Another pause. And then he moved up and down now. Again, pressing almost enough so her nub could slip free but not quite. "Perhaps this?" He sped up. Rubbing her quickly for a full fifteen seconds.

"Or this instead?" He slowed down, easing up the pressure. And then pinched her between thumb and forefinger. Matthew gauged Shelby's reaction to each shift, each adjustment, noting what she liked. Noting what worked best on his guest, his captive.

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The pleased tone of his voice made Shelby both excited and frustrate. This was not how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to resist, to hide her reactions, to keep from either enjoying herself or him enjoying himself too much. Because it was the only way she could win. Her fingers clenched into tight fists and she tugged against the restraints when she could gain control once more.

The control was so fleeting, however, when Matthew's hand was between her thighs was so adapt at finding ways to shoot lightning bolts of pleasure through her body. Her answers to his questions became a litany of stuttered sentences. "I... oh... sweet Lord..."

The breathless whispers and words through clenched teeth stopped, however, when he sped up with his fingers, going up and down with the pressure just right. She felt as if she was on a speeding freight train towards orgasm with no ability whatsoever to stop it. Her reaction was to tense up hard, pull against the restraints, regardless of how little her body actually moved and tilt her head back, mouth open in a wordless plea.

But then Matthew changed the game once more and slowed down. Just as she was about to spill over the point of no return. Shelby groaned and leaned back the few centimeters into the chair. She tried to rock her hips back into his hand, against his fingers to regain the sensation again. But he continued to play. And his name came out through her clenched teeth. "Matthew..."


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*SLAM* The loud noise reverberated through the household to announce the return of Jessica, the oldest daughter, when she slammed the door shut behind her. The rest of the house remained quiet, so it seemed safe to assume that she was alone her. Alone enough to freak out without anyone noticing, hopefully. "Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!", she hissed frantically as she looked out from the kitchen to the driveway of their house. There stood a beautiful old car, the pride and joy of her father. Only, it wasn't quite so beautiful anymore, what with it missing the tail light on the right side, along with heavy dents and scratches all over the entire right side and back of it. Earlier today, Jessica had taken it on a small joyride, nothing too serious... just a small trip down to the mall and back. At least, that's what it would've been, if she hadn't lost control over the car on her way back home and just barely avoided smashing into a tree on the roadside. She was shaken, but unharmed. The car, on the other hand, was clearly in need of expensive repairs.

"Fuck, what do I do, what do I do? Think, Jessica, think!", she talked to herself, wracking her brain on how she could wriggle her way out of this mess. She didn't have a license (yet), but the police was the least of her worries. She was fairly certain nobody had seen her crash or recorded it, but it wasn't the police that worried her the most. No, it was the reaction of her parents. She was their favorite child. The one with good grades, a good social life. She was head cheerleader and star of the gymnastics team. Her father had already promised to pay for her drivers license and after a few lessons, she had begun to steal the car keys for his cherished 'baby' to take her out for a spin or two. And up until now, it had all gone well, but now that it hadn't, he'd be furious with her, she knew it. He'd probably ground her, cut her allowance, refuse to pay for any further driving lessons and worse. She'd stop being their 'little angel' that she had always been, unlike her brother Scott.

Wait, that was it! Scott! She'd only have to tell their parents it was his fault and she'd be just fine. They'd believe her word over his, she was sure of it. Wasn't the first time she'd blamed him for something she had done, though it had never been about something this expensive. A grin spread over her face. "Oh Scott, are you home?", she called out upstairs. Their parents had taken their mothers car to go visit some colleague of hers or something like that and weren't home yet, but he might be sitting in his room right now, doing things she'd rather not know...

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Scott tried to caution his sibling rival to stay home and not risk going out on the slick roads. A storm had passed and it could still bring additional moisture. Then again maybe she'd kill herself and leave him the only child. That was a angry comment he made to her when she told him to fuck himself before taking the keys to their father's car. He was a redhead like his sister. When she left, he wanted to tell their parents who wouldn't believe him anyway. He would've told them go ahead and look for dad's car out by Forever 21 at the mall. It was just the type of store his sister frequented like so many other spoiled teenage girls. He knew where she shopped because he was often forced to tag along whenever mom to her shopping. When he started trying to spy on Jessica as she tried on clothes 18 months ago, this got him a stern talking to from his parents.

He could've been doing something fun like playing video games, watching porn on his computer or playing outside in the rain while having house to himself for a few hours. Those things were often expected of him considering he was thought of as the wild child who didn't take education seriously. Yet, he still had a B average in school with a few C that dragged down his grade. He was taking notes on his old digital voice recorder for a school presentation when he heard the door slam downstairs.

_Fuck, she didn't die. I didn't want to go to a funeral anyway,_ he thought that was Jessica probably looking to blame him for getting her hair wet or new shoes wet. Setting the recorder aside, he forgot to turn it off and pretended to be on computer as he heard Jessica come up the stairs. "No, I'm not home. I went to fuck myself like you asked," he gave her a snarky reply. On his phone was a message from their mom about picking up dinner on way home. It was 5:30 PM and almost time for dinner at 6 PM.

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As Jessica stood in the door to her brothers room, the bag with the new clothes she'd bought over her shoulder, she turned up her nose at him, his room and his disgusting comment. "Ugh, TMI, twerp, TMI!", she chided him, using one of her many favorite words for her little brother. Though they weren't that far apart in age, Jessica just loved lording herself over her brother, both in terms of her popularity at school as well as being the favored child. And she mercilessly took advantage of that, too. She'd gotten pretty much everything she ever wanted from her parents and that much attention she demanded left little for her kid brother.

"So, just so you know: The car's fucked. And I'll say it's your fault, so I hope you've saved up enough money to pay dad. Looks expensive to repair.", she informed with him a nasty smirk. She couldn't wait to see his dejected face when he realized that she got him and there was nothing he could say or do to wriggle himself out of the mess she had gotten him into. "You know, those roads are wet after the rain, but you know that, right? Oh, because I warned you about that, didn't I? Well, sucks to be you, Scout-boy.", she mocked him one last time before turning around and heading for her room, laughing as she walked down the hallway, certain of her victory.

Of course, she was completely unaware that everything she had just said had been recorded unintentionally by her brothers voice recorder.

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Scott just sat there in his desk chair. She was the one who was really offering to much info. He was about to put an end her calling him twerp among other things like Scout. When she finally left, he just whistled and shut the door. Then he plugged his headphones into the voice recorder to play back the last three minutes. "Gotcha Jessica!" he thought with a wicked grin. Then after backing up the audio file to his computer and making a copy of it on a disc that she'd never be able to locate, Scott went out into the hallway. He played a segment from the clip loud enough for her to hear in her bedroom.

He had edited the original to punish Jessica. Then he laughed a lot as he knocked on her door. "I think we need to talk because you fucked up dad's car," Scott waited for her to open the door and couldn't wait to see the look on her face for a change. Their parents would be home any minute.

"You better be decent because I'm coming in," Scott turned the handle and entered hoping to catch Jessica changing clothes. But he wasn't that lucky. In the future, his luck would change now that he could hold something big over her head.

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Scott could glimpse Jessica pulling down a shirt over her body, clearly having bought some underwear with the credit card her parents had given her, another thing she had that Scott lacked. And hopefully would lack for a lot longer, if she had any say in it. She had successfully persuaded her parents to give her one while at the same time painting Scott as too immature and irresponsible to deserve one. And so, her frequent trips to the mall and various clothing stores were financed by blissfully unaware parents that knew nothing of what their precious daughter was really like.

At least, until they'd learn what she had done to the car. Jessica was frozen in shock as her brother entered her room, uninvited, holding what she belatedly recognized as his old voice recorder in his hand that was playing back a clearly doctored version of her words to him just a few minutes ago. But even she knew that he wouldn't need to edit what she had said to him earlier to convince their parents that it really had been her that had crashed the car. She knew she had to act...

Jessica stormed at her brother, eyes wide open and quite clearly angry, angry enough that she looked like she was about to strangle him. And indeed, she lunged at him, arms outstretched, but she wasn't going for his throat, at least not yet. No, she reached for the voice recorder in his hands, believing that if she just got that out of his grasp, she'd be safe again. "Give me that, you little shit. What the fuck do you think you're doing?", she screeched as she tried her best to wrestle the small device out of his hands, unfortunately to no avail... and even if she did, Jessica was unaware of the copy he had made in wise foresight of her trying exactly this.

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Missing opportunity to see her without her shirt on was disappointing to Scott. He just hated that she was his sister and yet so damn attractive. He suspected that she knew about the theft of a pair of her panties even though he had put them back after just a few hours. This was last year when he saw a pair of lace ones in the dryer.

Standing there, Scott pictured years of bullying ending because of the audio recording and his opportunity to become the good child in eyes of their parents. When she stormed at him, he used his size and strength to keep hold of the digital recorder. He wasn't satisfied with it being secure until he got it into a pant pocket. "Silly Sissy," he barked. "I have a back up copy and now a scratch on my hand to bury your life as the favorite child," he calmed a little bit as his hand covered his pocket to keep her from trying again.

"Try touching me here and I'll make you touch me here," he gestured to the pocket and then his groin as the recorder was in a front pocket. "Okay, now that I got your attention. How much cash do you have for me to take the blame for your accident?" he eyed the room looking for her purse or wallet. "More lace panties, I see. How much did those cost you?" he also noticed the new panties sitting beside a shopping bag. "You might want to hide the bag, mom will know you went shopping again, if she sees it," he chuckled as she wasn't making it easy on herself for him to take the blame. He was also hearing the garage door open downstairs because their parents were home. "Your in trouble now because they are home!" Scott couldn't have been any happier to have parents home.

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Jessica eventually gave up trying outwrestle her brother after he pushed her back and put the recorder into his pocket. She grimaced at his lewd suggestion. She hated how he looked at her. She seriously thought something was wrong with him, trying to peep on her when she was changing clothes and the panties that had gone missing and turned up with stains on them. The only reason she had not gone to their parents with that was because she intended to save those for a better opportunity to blackmail him later. Unfortunately for her, in the heat of the moment, Jessica had completely forgotten about that. But even so, she was confused as all hell when her brother suddenly asked her for money in exchange of taking the blame for her accident. "You... you want to... what?", she sputtered, completely dumbfounded. "You? You want to take the blame for me?", the redhead asked, incredulously. She couldn't even imagine what was going on in her brothers head.

But the time for thinking was nearly over as they both heard the front door open. Their parents were here and they had no doubt seen the state dads car was in. _Kids? Come down, we need to talk!_ they'd hear their mother call out to them. Jessica knew time was running out and as much as she hated giving in to her brothers demand, on pure principle, it seemed like she had no choice. "Okay, fine, you know what, fuck it, fine.", she finally agreed. She had a bit more than 200 dollars in cash with her, but that was pocket change in comparison that what she'd lose out on if her parents cut her off from things like her credit card, driving lessons and more. Seriously, it only made her brother seem even stupider than before for agreeing to take the blame. Then again, how much did he have to lose in comparison to her?

Besides, she had probably borrowed more than those 200 dollars from him anyway. And she hadn't really borrowed it so much as taken it from his room when he was out without telling him. He had tried and tell their parents once about her doing that, when they were younger, a few years ago. Of course they had not believed him and instead he had gotten a lecture about being more responsible in financial matters instead. She rushed over the the bags and pushed them under the bed, out of sight of both her parents and her brother and fished out a wad of bills that she handed him. "Here. 200 bucks. That's all I have right now. But I swear, if you try and show mom and dad that recording, I'll strangle you.", she threatened him.

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"No more Scout or telling me to fuck myself," he informed Jessica as she was hiding the bag and gathering up some bills to give to him. He had a strange feeling some of the money was previously his and that she had stolen them from his hiding place. "No more trying to show me up or even grandpa will know you took the car to buy lace panties," he wasn't kidding. He would gladly let entire extended family know she liked buying lace panties. He even wanted to count the bills to make sure she was actually giving him couple hundred.

"I wish you had threatened to strangle me earlier," he rubbed the recorder in his pocket. Then he put the bills into the other front pocket making sure that she saw him momentarily brush a hand across his groin. "Don't forget you owe me now," he was done threatening Jessica for now as he opened the bedroom door to go down and accept his punishment.

Moments later, damage was done. As a punishment, he lost access to the internet for rest of the weekend and had his ATM card cut to pieces by their dad. The worst punishment was he would have to miss out on going to the ski resort for Christmas in two weeks.

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Jessica might have almost felt bad for Scott as she watched him indeed keep his word and take the blame for the state of the car. But not really, considering he had been blackmailing her and he had just asked for 200 bucks in return for his admission of guilt. All in all, Jessica considered that a fair trade. She wasn't going so far as to feel gratitude towards him, though she did, for a brief moment, consider at least giving him some of the money from his account back. But that moment of a weakness passed quickly as he wished for her to get carjacked.

For now, she got to enjoy eating dinner with her parents without an annoying little brother leering at her. She told her parents about the game at school that she was going to be cheerleading at and they promised they'd be there to watch her, while they in return told her of the things they had planned for the family vacation... a vacation that they would now be going on without Scott. Really, things were working out so well for Jessica, how could life get any better?

So it was no wonder when, later that evening, when she was laying on her bed, reading a magazine, her smartphone laying next to her, occasionally buzzing with messages from her friends, she had pretty much all but forgotten about Scott's words and conditions for her. Not that she had really taken them all that seriously anyway in the first place, but in her mind, the deal with Scott was sealed and done with. She honestly didn't expect him to dare show his face to her again that day, perhaps even (if she was lucky) the next few days...

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After finishing his dinner, Scott took the empty dish and silverware down to the kitchen. After a few words with his dad, he brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas to lounge in his room. He had talked his dad into letting him transfer the majority of his bank account to his parents account before giving his dad the cable that connected his computer to the internet. Good behavior for next 24 hours and he would get the cable back from his dad.

Really later in the evening but before Midnight, he tapped gently on Jessica's bedroom door and whispered to be let into the room. It was payback time and he knew how far he was willing to go with their parents bedroom at other end of the house. His pajamas consisted of a button up top and ankle length pants. He also had slippers on his feet. In his hand was a note pad and pencil so that he didn't have to speak more than needed while they were in her bedroom.

He had already wrote a few things on the first page and would show it to her once she closed the door: '1. Go online and order me that video game I want for Christmas; 2. Give me back the panties I tried to steal. I own them and you now.'

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Jessica had almost been asleep when she heard the soft knocks on her door. Her first instinct was to ignore him, but as he knocked a second time, she remembered that he still had that recording. She'd really forgotten to ask for it back! Damn, now she had no other choice. Reluctantly, Jessica walked over to the door, opened it and let her brother slip inside her room, as much as she loathed doing so. She was wearing a pink nighty, actually more of a long, oversized t-shirt with only cotton panties underneath it.

"What the fuck do you want?", she hissed at him, unbelieving that he would have the guts to knock on her door at this hour. Then he showed her what he'd written on the notepad and she glared at him, mouth open in disbelief. How fucking dare he? And now, of all times? Couldn't this have waited? Jessica grit her teeth. Well, the game wasn't too super expensive and the panties... well, she could part with them.

"Fine, fine... fucking asshole.", she grumbled. Turning on her smartphone, she went on amazon and ordered the game he'd been going on and on about during pretty much every family dinner for weeks now and showed him the confirmation of her order. Finally, she fished the panties he wanted out of her drawer. She had liked those panties... before he had gotten his grubby paws on it. Ever since then, she had avoided wearing them. And now, she threw them at his face, but of course, them being made out of cloth and not rocks, like she wished they were at that moment, all it did was bounce harmlessly off him. "There, happy? Now get the fuck out of my room!", she demanded in a whisper, pointing at the door, fully expecting to be done for the night.

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He was use to seeing her in the oversized t-shirt and often grew curious about what she worn underneath, if anything at all. "Don't wake them," he warned placing a finger over his lips as to say keep your voice down to Jessica. When she showed him the confirmation message from Amazon, he smiled. He was a little less happy at having the panties thrown in his face.

He began to write something when she said to get the fuck out of her room. She had been rude a few times already in the couple minutes since he gained entry to her bedroom: '3. Stop name calling and being rude. 4. Lift up the t-shirt, I need to see what you have underneath now.'

"That last one is a demand," he whispered as he held the note pad for her to read. "Then I'll be done for the night," he continued and waited patiently for her to lift it up high enough to show him her cotton panties.

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By now, Jessica had started to get chilly in her room, tapping her feet impatiently, waiting for him to leave. She had turned down the heating for the night, instead preferring to stay snuggly warm in her bed under the sheets. As a logical consequence, her nipples had started to harden, poking into the fabric of her shirt and become noticeable to Scott, even in the dim light of his sisters bedroom.

Said sister had to bite her lips in anger as she saw his added demands. So, no name-calling and rudeness? Well, she simply gave him the finger then. But the other one... she wanted to slap him for that and he could see it too as she clenched and unclenched her fist a few times, obviously considering the pro and cons of just smacking him right here. On one hand, if their parents investigated the noise, they'd find him in her room, with his perverted demands written on paper... on the other hand, he still had that damned recording that she'd have to retrieve before she could finally kick him in the balls for good.

But for now, she finally decided she had to go along with it. But unfortunately for her, Jessica misinterpreted her brothers stares and wording. With both hands, she grabbed the hem of her shirt in the front and began to pull it up, soon having her plain white cotton panties out in plain view for him... then her belly button... then the lower swell of her breasts... and finally, Jessica had exposed her naked breasts for her little brother. Her perfectly formed orbs, just barely bigger than a handful for Scott, with perked up, pink nipples sitting on top of them were revealed to him for just a few short heartbeats before she dropped her shirt again. That fleeting sight of beauty was followed by a rather ungentle push of hers towards the door. "Get. Out. Now!", she demanded through gritted teeth.

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He couldn't believe her stupidity or maybe she just liked showing off her body that way all the time. It was more than he expected for one night of blackmail. After being ushered from her room, he wrote a few more lines on the paper, ripped it from the note pad and slipped it under her door. She would hopefully see it before their parents. '5. Learn to read next time. I meant show me panties underneath. 6. Thanks for showing me your tits. I'll want to see them again real soon.'

He sure slept good after getting back to his room. His sister was putty in his hands now and he couldn't wait to mold her into the perfect submissive older sister. As the morning sun crept into his bedroom, he shot up and headed to the bathroom to shower. He could his sister was still asleep because the shower curtain was completely dry. Scott was in and out in under ten minutes. He wrapped a towel around his waist and began to fold up his pajamas to return them to his bedroom. After putting on a fresh pair of boxers, Scott put on his robe and waited for a sign that Jessica was up and in the shower. He could hear their parents talking down the hall in their own room, which also contained the master bathroom. As he went through his closet and hid the panties in a box, there was knock on his bedroom door.

It was his mom telling him that they were taking car to grandpa's house to have him look it over. They'd have to take both cars with them. She would text when it was time for them to head back to inquire about lunch for him and his sister. Scott suggested they could walk down to Wendy's as part of his punishment, if he could have some money. She laughed and said nice try but they'd pick up Wendy's for them later. Knowing his sleeping sister would be alone with him once their parents left, Scott took off his boxers and wrapped himself in his robe to wait for Jessica to get up. It was time for her to see his nude body.

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After a good and long nights sleep, Jessica woke up the next morning, well-rested. Last nights events seemed more like a dream than reality though and she was almost convinced that they had been just that. Unfortunately, as she got up and saw the piece of paper on the floor, just before her door, she realized it had been real. She had shown her brother her tits, he had made her show him. That was what she thought until she read the paper again and noticed his last two entries.

Overcome by anger momentarily, Jessica ripped the paper into tiny little bits before realizing what she had done: She had just destroyed some perfectly good evidence that her brother was blackmailing her. So much for counter-blackmail, at least for the moment. Now, Jessica cursed herself for her impulsiveness. But more than that, she felt unclean, dirty, just from the mere fact that Scott had seen her naked.

More than any other morning, she looked forward to taking a nice shower. Slipping out of her night shirt, she put on her nice and fluffy bathrobe and walked briskly through the hallway from her room to the bathroom. She didn't hear her parents, were they out already? Well, either way, she wanted to take a nice, hot shower first and foremost. Anything else could wait until she had done that... inside the bathroom, Jessica lazily just dropped the robe on the floor, pulled down and stepped out of her panties, laying them on the floor next to the robe and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain shut and giving a small sound of pleasure as the warm water hit her body on this cold Sunday morning in December...

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He couldn't have written a better plan once his parents departed for grandpa's house. He was a retired auto factory worker and had all kind of contacts in the auto repair business. Holding his bedroom door closed so he could spy on Jessica, he watched her appear happy as she left her bedroom for the bathroom. He hated sharing one with her but today, he didn't mind. He wished that he had left a load of cum for her to step on in the shower. There was always next time.

Listening as he left his room, he slipped into the bathroom to steal the panties and her robe. She would find the panties on outside handle of her bedroom door. He intended to hang her robe in her closet before sitting at her desk with the chair reversed to greet her as she came back into her bedroom.

Scott's robe was loosely closed as he waited for her. He had slippers on his feet as well. As the seconds ticked away, he couldn't help except to wonder, if she was touching herself in the shower. The urge to masturbate was in his mind now.

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As Jessica took her sweet time with her shower, tuning out the world around her completely (and thus not noticing the brief draft of her brother opening the bathroom door, taking her robe and panties and leaving again) she began to feel a lot better. She was even looking forward to this day, a nice, lazy Sunday. Perhaps she'd go visit a friend of hers or maybe she could watch some of her favorite shows on TV? Ah, decisions, decisions...

But when she stepped out of the shower and bent over to pick up her robe and panties, they were nowhere to be found. She blinked and it took her a moment, but then her brain made the connection. "Fucking... Scott!", she yelled his name in utter rage, loud enough for it to be heard through the entire house, most likely. It had to be his fault, who else could do such a thing to her? Her good mood completely ruined, Jessica grabbed the biggest towel she could find and dried herself off in a hurry, not even dryblowing her red hair, then wrapped the towel around her body before leaving the bathroom. She checked the hallway both ways twice, just to make sure he wasn't waiting for her there. Then, she rushed to her room, cursing under her breath as she did so.

When she reached her door however, she found her panties that Scott had left there, likely just to mock her. Well, she'd been angry before, but now she was furious. By now, she was also pretty certain that their parents were gone as well. Grabbing her panties, Jessica again checked the hallway both ways before she quickly slipped into her panties (after having checked if that creep of a little brother had done anything nasty with them) under her towel. Then, thinking that this little prank of her brother was done with, she opened her door and walked into her bedroom, not suspecting that her brother was waiting for her in there...

[Assistant] He greeted her with clapping of his hands. Then opened his robe while sitting in her desk chair with the back against the desk. Flashing her his erect morning wood for the first time. "Lose the towel and shut the door behind you or I'll make a copy of the recording for dad and tell mom you gave me blow job for taking the blame," Scott was on a mission to ruin her Sunday morning. He stroked his erection with his left hand.


[User] John heard a loud, gasping moan before realizing it came from his own mouth. He felt breathless, his lips dry as he stared at Ashley through the small camera screen on his phone. He groaned deeply as she pushed more of his cum into her, still filming as he slowly stood. He stripped off his suit carefully, laying everything aside before climbing onto the bed fully naked. His graying hair didn't stop at his head, his chest and treasure trail both showing a bit of gray. He didn't try to cover it up, actually finding some pride in his gray hair. It spoke to a life well lived, and he bought into the idea that it made him more distinguished.

[Assistant] Ashley peeked up at John, soft blue eyes on his as she started working her clit again. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, and she could feel herself edging toward another orgasm. "Nnn...!" Every inch of her body seemed to be tensing and relaxing as she stroked that hard pearl, body flushed with pleasure and heat.

[User] He was torn between getting her orgasm on film and touching her for real then and there. He decided to go for what he had in front of him, stopping the camera and tossing his phone up further on the bed. He moved slowly on his knees until he was next to Ashley's head, one hand cupping the back of her head and guiding her soft, warm mouth to the head of his cock. He was almost fully hard again, the thick shaft hardening more as he looked over his lover up close. He reached his free hand down, cupping and teasing one of Ashley's breasts, toying the nipple between his fingers and pinching a little firmly. When he spoke, his voice was soft, but carried a commanding tone. "Cum for me, Ashley."

[Assistant] Ashley's mouth had wrapped around the head of John's cock as though it belonged there, sucking and tasting the combination of her cream and remnants of his salty cum. She lapped at it in time with her fingers, fast and flickering, moaning with pleasure. The touch of his hand had her arching, and the command almost caught her by surprise. She shuddered, back arching hard, and came with a muffled whimper. Her clit pulsed against her fingers as her cunt grabbed and squeezed, and she shook, mouth still but warm around his glans as she came at his command.

[User] John groaned loudly as Ashley came with his command, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He began to rock his hips, fucking her warm, soft mouth as his hand trailed lower from her chest. He caressed her stomach, admiring the soft warmth and the muscles underneath, teasing lower still. His touch was feather light, the pads of his fingers traipsing along Ashley's beautiful body. He stared down into her eyes, his smile almost loving, certainly with a level of care to it that surprised him as he felt it.

[Assistant] The warmth was a surprise to Ashley, too, but despite the shock she seemed to bask in it. Her body trembled with aftershocks, but she sucked harder, keeping her mouth a soft, fuckable hole for John as he explored her body with his gentle fingers. Her own hand rested on her thigh, sticky with their mingled fluids as she lifted her head just a little to give him a better angle.

[User] He groaned as she sucked harder, moving around slowly without pulling his cock free. He stood on his knees behind her head, allowing his cock to aim for her throat with each thrust. She seemed to fall right in line as a sub, and everything just felt... right. John's hands roamed over Ashley's chest and stomach as he leaned into her, his hips moving slowly but steadily. He kept his knees wide so he didn't accidentally step on her hair, his hands moving down her body and spreading her soft, warm thighs. He leaned in and kissed her stomach, nuzzling and kissing her side. There was the slightest bit of harsh stubble on his face after the long day, and he rubbed that against Ashley's smooth, soft skin.

[Assistant] The stubble, sharp and rough, sent wicked thrills through her, and Ashley had to focus intently to keep her mouth doing the right things. She took his cock to the back of her throat, his balls against her face as he worked himself in and out of her mouth. As he moved her thighs apart, she spread easily, blushing a little because she was sure that she smelled powerfully of sex, worried the sweet musk would turn him off. Still, his kisses had her making muffled noises of pleasure when his cock wasn't buried in her throat, and she tried to force herself to stop overthinking this.

[User] "God... you taste so sweet..." John groaned the words as his kisses practically devoured her flesh, hips driving a little harder against Ashley's face. He moaned at her little sounds of pleasure that vibrated against his cock, nuzzling in between her legs and brushing his lips over her soft, warm cunt. He breathed her in deeply, his face getting slick with their combined pleasure as he slowly ran his tongue over her soft, delicate folds.

[Assistant] It was as though an electric shock had run through her body when John's tongue made contact, and Ashley arched under him. She shoved up against him, sucking harder as if she were begging for more. Oral sex was hardly something she was used to getting, and the idea of him licking her cum-soaked cunt had her feeling fundamentally vulnerable and desired.

[User] John wasn't used to his own taste, but it wasn't bad. He grinned as Ashley arched against him, one arm curling under her lower back to hold her in that arched position. He moaned loudly against her cunt as she sucked harder, hips driving harder into her face. He fucked her throat firmly, using that warm hole for his pleasure as he dove headfirst into her cunt. His free hand spread her open as he lapped hungrily at her flesh, pushing some of his cum deeper into her and tasting their combined juices. He rubbed his face against her inner thighs and soft mound, his thumb finding her engorged clit and flicking against it quickly.

[Assistant] Ashley knew she had lost track of the noises she was making, barely able to focus on sucking his cock, but making herself keep her mouth and throat open for him to fuck. Her body writhed as he stroked and teased her hypersensitive cunt. She shuddered, hardly able to function as she felt his touch sending sharp thrills through her body. Her sounds were begging, though she wasn't sure what she was begging for.

[User] The way that Ashley begged and pleaded with her soft, mewling sounds gave John shivers. He pushed two fingers firmly into Ashley's wet cunt, getting them good and slick before pulling out and sliding his hand down further. He teased the tip of his slick finger against her tight back door, pulling himself further along her body and leaning down to run his tongue around the edge of that tight puckered hole. He fucked her throat a little harder, grunting as he rocked his hips and used her for his pleasure. He lifted his head up and pulled back to her cunt, diving down and wrapping his lips over her clit, suckling hard as that single finger continued to tease her tight ass.

[Assistant] Ashley choked and gagged as he fucked her throat harder, writhing as the tip of his tongue and fingers teased and stroked her vulnerable asshole. She didn't try to escape despite the punishment her throat was taking, whimpering when he gave her the chance to breathe. The way John's tongue stroked her clit had her shaking and trembling with pleasure even while she took his cock.

[User] John groaned as she choked on his cock, loving that she didn't try to get away no matter the abuse he gave her throat. "Mmmm you like that huh, my little slut? I bet your husband never does this..." He groaned the words against her cunt before diving back in against her clit, lashing at it firmly. He felt her tremble and shivered himself as he pushed two fingers back into her cunt, finger fucking that tight hole. His cock throbbed and grew in Ashley's mouth, his balls tightening. He began to fuck her mouth more shallowly, wanting to spray his cum in her mouth and not just down her throat.

[Assistant] Ashley whimpered and sucked harder as he pulled back. The words seemed to sink in, and her cunt clenched, hard, around John's fingers, her face burning even as she moaned. Her body responded to his touch, his words, in a way she hadn't thought was possible. As he thrust more shallowly, she forced herself to focus on sucking and flicking her tongue over his cock, hips rocking in time with his thrusts.

[User] "Mmmm look at you..." John groaned the words softly as she whimpered and her already tight cunt clenched hard around his fingers. He curled his fingers up and rubbed her g-spot as he began to finger fuck her harder, faster. He shuddered as her soft tongue teased over his hard cock, slowly pulling back until he felt the soft pop of his cock leaving her mouth. He grinned and moved up, resting his heavy sac where his cock just was, right against her soft, slick lips. "So eager to please."

[Assistant] Ashley opened her mouth wide, taking John's balls in her mouth, suckling sweetly as she flicked her tongue over his sac. Her body tingled as he talked to her, though she had to fight the temptation to shove her clit back against his mouth. She shook bodily, every part of her longing to please and to cum for him, again and again.

[User] John grinned as she shook under him, fingers driving deep and hard into her tight wet hole. As she suckled and licked his heavy sac he moaned, knowing she'd taste his sweat and the remnants of his pleasure on that soft flesh. He rolled his hips and ground into her face, diving back in and lashing his tongue hard and fast over her clit. As he rode her face like that he moaned deeply, rocking forward and nearly rubbing his ass over her soft, warm mouth.

[Assistant] Remembering the feel of John's tongue on her ass, Ashley braced herself and flicked her tongue over his tight hole when he ground down against her. She whimpered eagerly as his hand and tongue worked her delicate, soft cunt, every line of her body trembling and needing his desire and use.

[User] "Ohhhfuck... yeah, rim that ass..." John groaned as she flicked her tongue over his tight asshole, feeling it clench as his entire body shuddered. He felt her tremble and pressed down harder against her, licking and sucking and tugging at her clit with his lips. His teeth grazed the edges of that sensitive little bud, his fingers hooked inside her cunt and working faster. "Cum for me, Ashley..." He moaned the words and dove back in full force, every bit of his body focused on her pleasure.

[Assistant] Ashley lifted her head to be able to reach, her tongue running luxuriantly in a circle around John's tight asshole, trying to focus just on the motions instead of what she was doing. Her pleasure peaked after a few long moments of his tongue grinding over her clit, and she forced herself to hold back a scream, her tongue instead dipping just in the tight asshole of the man sucking her clit. Her cunt squeezed and clenched and she trembled all over as she came, panting.

[User] The fact that he had such control over her pleasure, combined with the feeling of her tongue dipping just inside the tight ring of John's ass, pushed John over the edge with Ashley. He moaned with her as she came, lapping up her sweet, sticky cream as he came all over her chest and stomach, spraying his hot seed between them. He groaned as he held himself up while he came, then pushed off of Ashley and onto his back, panting. "Ohhhfuck..." He grinned, looking almost drunk as he smiled at Ashley, trying to catch his breath.

[Assistant] Ashley laughed breathlessly, absolutely covered in sweat and cum, feeling wrung out and utterly relaxed. "So, so good." Her voice was a little hoarse, and she was beaming almost drunkenly at the ceiling. "I... I had no idea. No idea it'd be like this." She wriggled a little, trying to reach some tissues to clean herself up a bit so she didn't get more cum in the bedding.

[User] John grinned as she said that, reaching over to the table on his side of the bed and grabbing a box of tissues. He handed them over to her, licking his lips as he looked her up and down. She looked gorgeous, sweaty and covered in cum and completely and utterly fucked. "How did you think it was going to be?" His voice was soft, breathy. He pushed up slowly and sat up on the bed, running one hand over his face as he held himself up with the other hand.

[Assistant] "No offense, but high end lingerie, a blow job, and maybe some missionary sex." Ashley took the tissues, wiping some of the white-clear cum off her skin and smiling up at him. "I feel like I'm drunk or high or something." She laughed again, practically floating off the bed in the afterglow. "Did... you expect it?"

[User]
John laughed and relaxed back onto his elbows. "Are you disappointed that it wasn't that way?" He smirked at her and licked his lips as she wiped herself off, taking some tissues to clean up himself. "There's a shower in there, if you want." He nodded towards the closed bathroom door. He licked his lips as he thought about her question, looking into her eyes.

"I went for it. I didn't know what to expect. I took a risk." Thinking back on it, he realized she could have called his boss and probably gotten him fired for sexual harassment or something. "That's what I do. High risk, high reward." He winked at her and pushed up to sit again, running his fingers through sweat soaked hair.

[Assistant] "No. If it had been like that, it would have been fun, but probably not something I'd want to do again." Ashley stood carefully, "Any chance I could get a toothbrush and stuff? I like kissing you, but... maybe after some brushing." She wasn't sure if he'd want to kiss her again, with where her mouth had just been, and she would prefer to use her mouthwash sooner than later. She stood slowly, legs wobbling, and bundled up the sticky tissues in her hand, reaching for the ones he was holding.

[User] John smiled as she stood, nodding. "Black bag in the bathroom. New toothbrush, and there should be mouthwash on the sink. I brought it in case I stay here tonight, but I can get another." He studied her face for a moment, leaning back on his hands. "So... do you want to do this again?" He grinned softly, reaching out and handing her the tissues she reached for. He was poised to help if she needed, but she seemed to get her footing back.

[Assistant] "Just a second." Ashley shot him a look of gratitude, fidgeting with the leash and trying to get it looped back over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom, grabbing her purse on the way. She shut the door for a moment, but opened it again after she'd flushed and washed her hands. "I look like I've been dragged around on the floor for awhile, don't I?" She grinned shyly at John as she wet the toothbrush, squeezing some light blue toothpaste onto it. "Yeah... I want to do it again. Do you?" She popped the toothbrush into her mouth, scrubbing at her teeth.

[User] "Take your time." John grinned as he watched Ashley fuss with the leash, not moving to help because it was entirely too amusing. While she was in the bathroom he got up and stretched his legs, staying naked as he walked around the hotel room. He licked his lips as he looked over his shoulder at her when she emerged again, turning to face her and looking her over from head to toe. "In the best of ways." He winked at her and nodded. "I do. I really do." He blushed a little as he watched her, the act of brushing her teeth seeming much more relaxed and intimate than anything they'd done so far. It tugged at his heart more than the rest of the evening, but he pushed those thoughts away.

[Assistant] Ashley's eyes smiled even though her mouth was occupied, bouncing on her toes as she brushed faster so she could talk. She got rid of the toothpaste, rinsing her mouth and impatiently swishing with the burning mouthwash. She spit it out in the sink, rinsing it down. "Are... what was the plan, for the rest of the night?" She didn't want to spend twenty minutes fixing her makeup if it was just going to get messed up again. She walked back out, leaving the makeup case out of her purse on the sink and dropping the bag itself back on the table, crawling onto the bed toward John and settling down next to him.

[User] John blushed a little as Ashley asked about the plan for the rest of the night. "I... hadn't thought that far ahead, to be honest." He bit his lip and looked Ashley over as she settled in, smiling as their eyes met again. He loved the way she crawled on the bed, her entire body turning him on still. "I don't know how... well, how these things usually go." He chuckled a little and shrugged. "I ate dinner before, but we could order room service, if you're hungry..." He paused, laughing again. "Of course, you did just brush your teeth..." He shook his head, a little embarrassed at his bad timing and the feeling that he was no longer in full control of the situation.

[Assistant] "I can always brush them again." Ashley cuddled in against his side carefully, not certain whether or not he was going to want the contact. "I'm pretty hungry, after all that." Her voice had a note of question, at that, and she could feel John's uncertainty palpably, noticing the way it made her stomach drop. "I'm up for anything, I just know I don't want to go home, yet. Maybe you could decide?" She knew he was used to being asked to make much harder decisions than whether or not to order room service, and she hoped her gentle nudge toward that side of him might shake him back into the confidence that she had found so irresistible not long before.

[User] John saw it in Ashley's eyes, the way his uncertainty pulled the rug out from under her. He swallowed and took a deep breath, nodding as he smiled at her. He forced more certainty into his expression than he truly felt, something he was well versed in at work. "Alright, it's settled then." He smiled at her, grateful for her nudge. He reached out and picked up the TV remote, handing it to her. "Pick a movie from the pay-per-view catalog, and I will order us some food." His stomach grumbled in agreement and he grinned, grabbing the menu off the bedside table and picking up the phone.

[Assistant] Ashley smiled, feeling the tension ebbing back out of her as John took control of the situation, again, though there was still an odd pressure across her forehead that indicated some lingering strain. She took the remote, flipping through movies before settling on one, a dark comedy that she'd been wanting to see. "Is this OK? Or were you wanting something more... um...?" She shut up when she saw the phone in his hand, biting her soft bottom lip.

[User] He winked at her as she trailed off, his smiling showing that her selection was just fine. Reaching out with one arm, he tugged her in against his chest as the movie started. He put in an order for some food for both of them, not bothering to ask her what she wanted but picking foods that weren't likely to be allergens. When he was done ordering he put the phone down, kissing the top of Ashley's head. "This is just fine. Porn might get me started again, and I need my rest." He chuckled and winked at her. "That, or it would just make me laugh, and this movie will do that just fine."

[Assistant] Ashley cuddled in closer to him, her head tucked under John's chin as he pulled her against his chest. She listened to him order food, smiling and reaching for the sheet to at least cover herself up for when the food arrived. She kissed his throat and chest lightly, smiling as the movie started and enjoying the warmth and solidity of his body. She was trying not to think too hard about how safe she felt in John's arms, how secure she was in his control.