Through the Glass [Mf] [D/s] [Masturbation]

Despite the brilliant blue sky and balmy breeze, the streets were empty. Harry walked briskly across one empty suburban drive after another, the air surprisingly still and quiet. The stay at home order was still new enough to be jarring. His trip to the grocery store for fruit and a few sundry items had been quick, accompanied by a definite air of unease. It permeated everything, this lack of certainty, which made the next stop on his journey absolutely necessary.

Ducking up an alleyway he reached an arm up to find the familiar latch, swinging a gate open and striding through the grass. No point in closing the gate, he was unlikely to dally here. Setting two of the brown paper bags down on the porch, he pulled his phone out and called.

Her voice was somehow lighter than the breeze and in an instant, he realized how tight his chest and shoulders had been as they relaxed immediately upon hearing it.

“Hello, sir,” she cooed into his ear.

Harry looked up to see Jenny’s eyes staring at him through the large window that overlooked her porch. She wore a black t-shirt and pants, loose enough to be comfy but there was no hiding a figure like hers. Harry fought to retain composure, shifting a leg to hide the tent growing in his pants.

“I got what you asked for. A few extra apples to save you a trip. Maybe a special bottle of wine to enjoy with your bath tonight,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. His mind drifted, remembering the sight of her long, gorgeous leg arching out of the tub, the tattoos seeming to dance in the candlelight. “Fuck, I miss you,” he murmured, lost in the daydream.

Jenny bit her lip mischievously, “Oh? And what do you miss about me?”

Her hand slid down to her shirt, slowly sliding it up over her navel, knowing his affinity for kissing his way along her stomach. He could tell by the way her shirt peaked that her nipples were hard. He scanned the backyard quickly, decidedly it was reasonably private, and set down the rest of the bags in his hand. He walked closer to the window, still staring deep into Jenny’s eyes as her fingers playfully tugged her shirt up.

“I miss the way you taste, princess,” he said, calm but with a decided hunger in every word, “I miss feeling you fight against my hands, holding you in place as my tongue makes you cum over and over.”

Jenny’s eyes shut and he heard a little whimper through the phone, her right hand cupping a full breast, rolling the nipple beneath fabric with her thumb.

“I miss my sweet little fuck doll, all docile and compliant, pinned down beneath me as I fuck you harder. Faster. Forcing my way into your tight little pussy and wiping away your ability to think of anything else but my cock and the pleasure I give you.”

Jenny shook her head to regain composure, her face clearly flushed as she let go of her shirt.

“Oh you … you’re mean,” she said after a long sigh.

“Cum for me,” he said, firmly.

Jenny blanched for a moment here, not sure whether her own apprehension was playful defiance or genuine uncertainty. “Here? Now?” She looked apprehensively out the window, wondering how much of an angle certain neighbors would have into her house.

“Yes, to both,” Harry said, his voice calm but insistent, “Pull up that chair, strip, and cum for me.”

Jenny didn’t dare look into his eyes, knowing she would melt if she even tried for a second. There was no denying the effect his voice had on her pussy, so she slowly slid the chair closer to the window, feeling his eyes on her, remembering the way her pussy had erupted on his cock the last time they’d fucked. How had it been this long? How much longer would this go?

Her thoughts clarified when she turned around to see him watching through the window, studying her every move.

“Good girl,” he said.

Jenny slid her shirt up over her head slowly, revealing each large breast with a drop that sent a little tingle straight to Harry’s cock. He could feel the precum flowing as she shimmied quickly out of her pants and sat down, bending one leg so he could better see her pussy.

“I’m so fucking lucky, princess,” Harry said, the pride in his voice unmistakable, “So lucky that you’re mine.”

God, that word, thought Jenny as her fingers found her soaking wet pussy. Her right hand lightly stroked up and down her lips, teasing her clit lightly, occasionally darting a finger deep within her dripping hole while her left hand grasped each breast in turn. She found herself being rougher than normal, remembering the way his hands had mauled her breasts after their last session leaving bruises that had only just faded to a dull green. Jenny looked down, watching the way her index and middle finger disappeared into her pussy, feeling her body clench and rock with pleasure and then she looked up.

Her eyes caught Harry’s, the lust and desire in his gaze were overpowering, but the words he spoke to her surpassed her brain’s ability to process language and set off a powerful orgasm that coursed through her body. Her legs shook, her breasts bouncing pendulously as a series of smaller aftershocks rippled forth from her womanhood to echo around in her brain.

“How the fuck does he always do that to me?” she wondered as her limbs slowly returned to conscious control.

“You are so perfect. Intelligent, creative, independent, sexy…and mine. All mine, gorgeous. I am truly, the luckiest man.”

With that, Harry scooped up his bags, still holding his phone to his ear. As he latched the gate, he said to her, “I’ll see you tomorrow princess. Same time and place. They say it’s important to stay active, after all.”

Jenny let her phone slide down from her shoulder, propped her leg up on the windowsill, and immediately came again, remembering the way he called her his and how deeply she wanted to feel his cock inside her again.

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