Gretchen’s Thursday
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Gretchen’s ThursdayThursday Morning “You’re crazy, you know that don’t you?” asked Crystal Grant not meaning it really. Gretchen Evers knew it was a rhetorical question and went on adjusting the velvet sash. She was using to bind Crystal to the coffee table. “Actually I like to consider myself simply devious.” Gretchen answered. “Deliciously devious.” Amended Crystal and was rewarded with a kiss from her lover. “There, try them now.” Said Gretchen standing up and over her bound girlfriend. Tugging on the restraints Crystal found herself held fast. “Perfect.” She replied. Gretchen reaches over her and picks up the next step in their game.Adjusting the belt round her narrow waist, slipping a finger along the edge of the thong so it fit closer to her mound. She curls her fingers around the sculptured dildo and strokes it length. Turning slowly back to Crystal whose eyes grew as wide as her hungry smile. “No matter how many times I see you with that, I swear it gets me so wet I feel it running down my legs.” Gretchen in stiletto heels comes up to her captive lover. Nudging Crystal’s leg apart with the toes of her shoe. “Darling it is running down the insides of your legs.” Gretchen rubs the pointy tip of her black paten leather shoe up and down Crystal’s shaved pussy. “Ohh, don’t stop.” Cooed Crystal. Gretchen brought her foot back and gave her a short kick against her lover’s cunt. “Oww.” Cried the restrained brunette. She cried out again when Gretchen’s sole was ground against her slit like putting out a cigarette. “You didn’t say the magic word, you witch.” Reminded Gretchen. “Please oh god please, I’m sorry Mistress.” Moaned Crystal pulling on her bindings. She would not be able to rub her aching cunt but she came as Gretchen rubbed the sole against her clit. “Fuck, what you make me do.” Mildly protested Crystal. Moving her shoe up until the tip of the stiletto heel was just inside Crystal’s hole. “I don’t make you do anything you don’t want too.” Reminded Gretchen. Who always pendik escort played her role as Mistress with a hint of reluctance? Although she was enjoyed the game as much as her lover. “Beg me to fuck you.” Mistress Gretchen ordered. Standing over her capture beauty. Stroking the fake cock between her long luscious limbs. “Mistress, when I see you, like this above me, I can only think of one thing. That is to offer myself to you. To beg for you to grant me this boon and ravish me. Plead for you to end this torture and impale me on your cock. Please Mistress, I ache to feel you inside me. I dream of you night and day. No one has my heart and my desires as much as you do. I beg you dear Mistress, implore you to put me out of my misery. Fuck me Mistress, please fuck me.” Crystal likes this part best. She’d never beg to her husband, at least with such earnest and true intent. Gretchen drops down atop Crystal. Holding the dildo at the base. She runs the rubbery head up and down along her lovers slit. Just spreading those swollen lips enough to tease the clit. As it passes over it Crystal tries to resist the urge to moan and fails miserably. “Ooh god, just shoves it in me, and doesn’t do me this way.” Being the Mistress, Gretchen would not give into even a suggestion of a demand from her submissive. “I don’t think so. No, no, no.” she pulls the head back just far enough. “I didn’t mean it that way oh Mistress I am sorry, please it felt good honest. It felt really, really nice.” A subjugated Crystal whimpered. “How nice my darling submissive?” inquired Gretchen. As the restrained brunette began to speak, Gretchen leans over and without warning thrusts forward. Forcing the dildo past Crystal’s labia. Barreling down the sugar walls of her cunt. Crystal felt like she had the breath knocked out of her as her orgasm explodes.“Fucking wonderful-l-l-l-l-l-l-l!” she screamed nearly at the top of her lugs. Gretchen is relentless in her assault. In and out hard and fast, grinding, screwing it up escort pendik into Crystal’s quivering hole. “Like it now lover?” grunts The Mistress.” Like the way it feels hard and deep inside you?” she asked again. “Yes, oh god yes, yes! Mistress, please, oh Mistress please.” Panted Crystal as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Her sensory was bombarded with pain and pleasure, with pleasure and pain. They were so close to the same feelings the brunette was almost lost inside her own rapture. Gretchen held the dildo tightly. She was exacting certain gratifications as well. The way the thong rubbed up against her sex. The material causing friction to send bursts of voluptuous warmth through her own cunt. As she came Gretchen imagined her juices flowing up through the dildo and out into Crystal’s flaming cunt. Not to cool the flames, but add fuel to the fire. The hostage Crystal wailed as she gave into the needs. Like ripples across the surface of a lake, like echoes ricocheting endless inside a narrow canyon it was her first multiple orgasm in weeks. She was giving into to its possession of her. Tears began to run from the corners of her eyes. She wept without any thought of sorrow. She had no words to express it. All she had was the language of her undulating body as it spasms into bliss. Panting sweating, Crystal begs for a moment. Gretchen grants her the respite because she knows that their time has peaked. “It’s almost two.” Gretchen reminds her lover that reality must be heeded. “Oh fuck, and damn.” Sighs Crystal. Who looks to her captor for a freedom she would rather not have. The sashes are undone; Crystal rubs the little bit of lost circulation back to her wrists. Mistress becomes hostess having slipped off to the bathroom. Returning with a warm damp washcloth and fresh towel to clean up her lover’s sticky mess between her thighs. “I always have fun with you, you know that.” Said Gretchen sweetly. Her dominance now the soft familiar gestures of a caring lover. Crystal pendik escort bayan is still a bit reeling and still very much turned on. She grabs Gretchen’s hand with the washcloth and grinds her pussy against it. Milking it for one more orgasm, “Oh Jesus, I love what you call fun.” She moans. As they walk out to Crystal’s car Gretchen notices the neighbor next door knee deep in her flowerbed. They smile and wave to each other as Crystal clicks the keypad and unlocks the driver’s side door to her new SUV. “Wonder what Claire would think if she had dropped by for a cup of sugar, while all that was going on.” Teases Crystal as she adjusts her seat belt and leans out the window. “She might surprise both of us.” Mused Gretchen. She hadn’t told her dear friend that Claire has been over some afternoons. And not just to borrow sugar or talk House and Gardens. She maybe in her early fifties, but Claire Peterson has as much a kinky side as Crystal. With kisses on the others cheek for goodbye, Crystal turns the key in the ignition. “Hey hon. Give Kale my love will you.” she said with a sly smile, “Tell him I’m sorry I couldn’t stay, damn Henry and his business dinners.” “You know I will, tell Henry next time to have all of it catered.” Says Gretchen with a wink. “Oh you know I love my hubby to pieces, if it wasn’t for the fact he was so damn vanilla.” Slipping the car into reverse Crystal is backing out into the street. Taps on her car horn as she pulls away. Gretchen turns to go back inside, when Claire calls out her name. Slipping off her floral patterned work gloves. Claire comes up to her young attractive neighbor. “Thank you honey, you two gave quite a performance today.” “Why thank you Ms. Peterson, I hope you had a good view of everything.” A bright little laugh surrounds Gretchen’s words. “Darling, I didn’t miss a damn second.” A hint of crimson rises on the older woman’s cheeks. “Maybe the first of next week you and I.” She mentioned. “Tuesday say around ten?” suggests Gretchen. They both smile, “Love too.” As Claire returned to her gardening, Gretchen made a mental note to herself. Tuesday ten ‘o’ clock brunch with Claire. A slight tingle spread inside her pussy. Be sure to wear the red teddy.
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