Her fingers worked against her own swollen slickness, faster then slower as she tried to reach orgasm. Frustrated, she repositioned to her stomach, shoving her arm underneath her body to begin again.
Her clitoris was completely engorged, and she flicked desperately at it with her fingers, legs spread and ass elevated slightly as she moaned.
It was driving her crazy. She had been at this all morning on her day off. This single stuff was agonizing. She longed for the penetration, the aching fullness of a cock sliding home, the discipline, the implements, the hair pulling… not just a sex partner, but a Daddy, and it was so much harder to find the right fit.
Her mind drifted. She was having so much difficulty focusing on her own pleasure. It was odd. When she had had a Daddy before, he had the ability to completely center her and the other thoughts just drifted away under her attention. Her attempts at self-pleasure in the last few months since their split had grown increasingly more and more infuriating. This time she had been at it for an hour.
She caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye and turned her head to get a better view of the muted porn playing on the screen. Whips cracking, the man in the video forcefed his cock to a bound female with a blindfold covering her eyes.
She tried to focus on the porn, imagining it was her bound and whipped. The fingers of one hand stroked back and forth frantically as she groped for her glass dildo with the other. Not finding it near her hand, she attempted a few ass smacks from underneath before finally flopping to her back angrily with an exhalation of sheer annoyance.
“I could give you some assistance,” came a deep masculine voice with a hint of Southern drawl, “but from the looks of that porn, I’m going to want some enthusiastic consent first.”
She screamed loudly and yanked the covers up to her breasts, reaching for her cell phone.
The rugged specimen in her bedroom took a small step forward, hand extended. “No need for that, ma’am. I’m here with the lawn service. You said to let ourselves in and get the check, but it wasn’t on the counter. I heard sound from this room, so I knocked, but you didn’t answer. Once I came in, I could see why.” He paused, eyeing her on the bed where she had stopped screaming. “You seemed a little…caught up in the moment to notice, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”
She realized with embarrassment that she had forgotten she had scheduled the service that day. The man didn’t look familiar, but she usually wasn’t here when they worked. He hadn’t moved any closer and she began to relax. She glanced at the floor, unable to meet his eyes out of sheer embarrassment.
She attempted to stammer out a response, but realizing she had no idea how to handle being caught violently masturbating. She realized the porno continued silently on the screen in view of both of them, and that the man had switched to fucking the bound girl hard and deep from behind. She made a grab for the remote on the nightstand, turning it off as quickly as she could and avoided looking in the general area of the stranger’s crotch.
He was laughing. Goddammit.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded angrily.
“You seem suddenly shy for someone who was so enthusiastic about sex less than five minutes ago,” he said, with laughter still in his voice.
“You’re a stranger,” she said with hostility. “In my bedroom. This is my private space. I certainly wouldn’t have done any of that if I had known you were watching. I’d like you to leave.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I offered to negotiate to give you what you are clearly pretty desperate for, but if you aren’t interested, I can wait in the kitchen for you to put on clothes and write a check.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, hostility replaced by suspicion.
“I mean,” he responded, ” I can dominate you the way you are craving, and give that wet, needy little cunt the release it demands. Or not. Your choice.”
His face was dispassionate, as if he didn’t care about her answer one way or another. She let her eyes drift south and saw no telltale bulge despite him recently witnessing all of her assets on display, and quite prominently at that.
Her resolve wavered. This is a stranger, she reminded herself. She hesitated. It was tempting. She was still so wet. The embarrassment had only made her arousal more demanding. He had stopped to negotiate rather than walking up to a stranger masturbating and sticking his cock in her. She knew where he worked if he violated their agreement, and since she hardly ever saw the lawn service employees, if she wanted to avoid him in the future, that would be easy enough.
“Agreed,” she said breathlessly. “Please, oh, please just make my wet little pussy cum all over your cock.”
“Where are your toys?” he asked calmly. She responded by indicating towards the trunk at the foot of her bed. He opened it and a look of pleasant surprise crossed his handsome face.
“On your stomach,” his first demand came, much deeper than before, and she obeyed. “Given the… situation, I’m going to leave you unbound.”
He started towards her with a look of intense purpose in his eyes, and she obeyed quickly, sighing in satisfaction for the first time in a long time.
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