(Author’s note: This is the follow-up to Chapter 1.2 “The Blue Stain.” Storyline B will always have an even decimal point, either “Chapter _.2” or “Chapter _.4″)
I look down- I’m fully erect now at just under six inches. Celia feels along the shaft beneath the pleats of my black rayon slacks. She raises her hands up to my collar and starts to unbutton my shirt. I pull out my shirt tail and unfasten from the bottom; we meet in the middle and I let her open up the last button, revealing my nude bra and the C-cup breasts it contains. She unfastens my belt and pulls it out completely. My cock twitches at the thought of her using the belt as a tool of torment. As she goes to set it down, I stop her and ask, “Can you choke me with it?”
Intrigued, she raises an eyebrow and says with a sly grin, “Of course.” She takes the leather strap with both hands and snaps it, unleashing a gratifying *thwack*.
I pull up my hair so that she can loop the belt around my neck- she tightens it to the exact circumference, but I tell her to go one more notch. She fastens it and tugs the strap wrapped around her hand, pulling me forward and off the back of my chair. My lungs expel a tiny huff of air- my throat is bound and surrendered. Celia pulls me up mere inches away from her face and says, “Take out your cock.”
Forced to maintain her gaze, I blindly undo the metal hook and pull down my zipper. She gives another tug and I hiss as I reach under the layers of fabric. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base and pull it out. My hard-on smacks against my stomach. I set my hands down on either armrest, relinquishing all control.
She bends down and reaches for the lever on my right. As it reclines, she lets go of the belt and hooks her fingers into the front of my pants. I raise my hips and she slides my bottoms off. She stands back up and presses a finger to my chest, prompting me to lay back and fully relax into the chair. With fervor, she unbuttons her silk shirt and takes off her pants. Left only in an open shirt- her heavy breasts exposed- and underwear, she steps between my bare legs and grabs my hands, bringing them up to her waist. I quickly pull down her panties- she steps out of them and climbs on top of me. The chair buckles slightly with the added weight.
Once again she takes hold of the belt. I close my eyes and wince as she yanks it tight. Suddenly, I feel her wet pussy lips grind against my cock, teasing me. “Celia,” I groan. “Fuck me.”
“Mm not so fast. Beg for it.” Her grinding slows, painfully so.
Short of breath, I plead with her, “Please. Please fuck me now.”
She grabs my throbbing erection and gives a pull- my eyes shoot open and I exhale, “Ohhh, fuck.”
Celia guides my cock to her opening- her inner lips swallow my head. Her hips plunge down, consuming the rest of me. She rocks her pelvis up and down. I’d sorely missed the feeling of being inside someone else; her slick, warm flesh engulfs my stiff cock with each thrust. I bring my hands up to rest on her waist- at first. But as she moves faster I hold onto her ass, digging my short nail buds into her cheeks. Her ass slaps against my thighs while her tits bounce. I feel my own breasts jerk up and down, though not as vigorously.
She leans forward and moans into my chest while continuing to fuck my cock. Every thrust from her is punctuated, drawing me closer and closer to my impending release. She strengthens her chokehold on me, drawing out the last bit of oxygen I had.
I let her ride me for as long as I can take it without cumming inside her. The only noise I can make is a string of hollow grunts. I feel myself become lightheaded- my eyes start to roll back into my head, where I can hear my thumping heartbeat. Celia’s pussy clenches around my cock and I raise my pitch, letting her know I’m about to burst.
I feel Celia raise herself off of me and get off the chair. She steers my left hand to my shaft, and with what energy remains I pump it with unrelenting force. I shut my eyes and stroke faster, and the chair returns to its upright position. My cock must be pointed directly at her now. She slinks her hands up my thighs. The return of her touch sends me over the edge. I reopen my eyes to see her kneeling in front of me- presenting her chest like a blank canvas. I switch hands- more confident in my right- and pump my leaking cock in double time. I feel the surge of liquid coming and I explode onto her chest, painting white dots and streaks across it.
Breathless and fully drained- in all senses of the word, I nearly pass out into the chair. Celia gets up and unhooks the belt, loosening it from my throat. I drink in huge gulps of air as she rests her palm against my heaving chest- her thumb grazes the top of my right bosom. Eventually my breath settles, and Celia reaches for the half-empty water bottle. I tilt my head back and open my mouth wide; slowly, she empties it into me.
She tosses the plastic into the trash bin and I thank her. She leans back over me and presses her lips against mine- we both smile into each other.
Even though I expect the full wrath of the Devil to reign down on me tomor- I mean, today- I don’t let that stop me from basking in this moment.
Celia pulls away and I see that the softness has returned to her eyes. She says, “Alright, I’m gonna wash up. And then we can either sleep in my car or we can go to my place and I can drive us back for work- your choice.”
I say, “You know what. Fuck Dan, fuck those files-” I point at the bottom of the trash bin hiding the ink stain. “…and fuck this ugly carpet. Let’s go to your place and sleep in.”
She lets out a hearty laugh. “I like you’re thinking, Joan.”
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