Authors: Georgeanna Bingley
This is the next step for you to take to make this happen.
Go ahead and masturbate and then write me back telling me you got off reading my lines.
That'll be enough for me to have the "go ahead".
Later we'll talk about limits and what your safeword will be.
‘
Til then,
James
Jenny already had her hand between her legs before she ever read the part ordering her to masturbate.
Realizing she was expected to write to him and tell him she'd done so made her face flush, yet at the same time she could feel an orgasm building up very, very quickly.
A few minutes later she managed to type out:
James,
Thanks, I got off.
Looking forward to talking more.
Jenny
She stayed up a while but there were no more emails, so eventually she went to bed.
She was so aroused that she ended up grabbing a toy from her nightstand and having a few more orgasms before she was finally able to sleep.
The next day she went to work and started her new position.
For most of the day she was so busy she was able to forget the night before, but at 4:00 she got an email from him at work.
Before she even read it, she could feel her face getting red, partly from embarrassment but mostly from anger.
What the hell was he thinking sending her an email like this at work? He knew her emails got scanned.
She clicked on it and discovered it was a simple invitation for her and some mutual friends to all meet up after work Friday to hear some new band.
Instead of relief, she found herself feeling disappointed again.
"Ugh, this can't go on," she thought, "now, no matter what he does or doesn't do, I end up disappointed.
Maybe I should just tell him to forget the whole thing."
But then the thought of him on top of her with her unable to get away filled her with such desire that there was no way she could back out.
She wrote back that the plan sounded good and carried on working.
Friday came and she decided to leave work a little early so she could go home and change before meeting everyone.
When she got to her house James was waiting in the driveway.
"You're so predictable," he smiled at her, "I knew you'd come here first. Let's go in."
Seeing her look of apprehension, he said, "I swear you're safe with me today."
After she'd opened the door though he suddenly added, "At least, you're safe from physical harm.
C'mon I want to see something."
Feeling apprehensive, she followed as he walked into her bedroom.
It was so weird. He'd been in her bedroom a million times before, but now there was all this tension.
Said tension didn't leave when he sat on the bed and said, "So the other day you thought it was okay to go through my personal favorites online?
You may have accidentally stumbled on one, but you visited a dozen sites of mine.
Well, dear, I think it's only fair that I return the favor." With that, he opened up her nightstand drawer.
"Hmm, the first thing I see is that you have a jumbo pack of AA batteries.
Go through them rather quickly, huh?” Without waiting for an answer he pulled out her vibes and looked them over, then her dildo, which he commented on the size of.
She really wanted to stop him, but she couldn't speak.
She knew any second he was going to pull out her butt plug, and then he did. He suddenly gave her a delighted grin as he said, "I had no idea you liked anal, Jenny.
How often do you use this?"
When she didn't respond he said, in a tone she'd never heard from him before, "Tell me."
Keeping her eyes focused on the floor she muttered "Once a week or so, I guess.
But it's a small one.
I don't have much experience with anal sex; every time I've tried it, it hurt, and the guys seemed squeamish about it anyway."
"Would you like to try it again?"
Taking a deep breath she managed to make eye contact and said, "Yes."
"Good girl. Now let's go meet the gang at the bar; hurry up and change."
The next morning, she got up, checked her email, and found one from him.
In a totally different tone from before, he told her she had homework and she needed to answer the attached questions.
She looked at the list of questions, and saw that it was detailed about everything that could possibly happen in a scene - did she want light bondage, or none at all? Were there any names she definitely wanted to be called, any he should avoid?
She couldn't believe how thorough it was, and while part of her thought it would ruin the element of surprise, she quickly realized it was nice to be able to flat out say that she definitely didn't want to be threatened with permanent damage and that she found it rather arousing to admit that being called a "dirty slut" was a turn-on.
The last question was about forced sodomy (and she almost came just reading the word - it seemed so much kinkier than calling it anal sex) and, taking a deep breath she wrote "yes" to that one and sent it to him.
And then the waiting began.
They met up Sunday for an already planned lunch and she was bursting with excitement the whole time, but when it was done he walked her home, gave her the usual hug and left.
The whole week was like that; he acted like nothing was going on and she was super confused by it.
She finally caved and sent him another email asking if he'd gotten the previous one, and almost immediately got a reply back that just said "Yep, calm down."
The next night she figured something would finally happen.
She even dressed up for him which she normally never did, but again nothing - just a quick "see ya" after he dropped her
off,
and he was gone.
He was gone, and she was pissed!
She stomped through the house and opened the fridge apparently just to glare at the contents before slamming the door shut.
A few minutes later her cell rang; she looked at the screen and it was James.
She seriously considered not answering it, but finally picked up and said "What's up?"
"Hey, my car's making that noise again. I'm going to give it a few minutes and try again, but it’
s cold; can I wait inside?"
"I guess," she said, very aware of how rude she sounded, but not caring.
Fuck him and his stupid car.
He probably thought it was hysterical how worked up she'd gotten over him.
"The door's unlocked," she added and hung up the phone.
Then she stomped over to the mirror in her hallway and tried to figure out why he wasn't interested in having sex with her.
He walked in as she was peering at her ass in the mirror.
She saw him half-heartedly trying to cover up his grin, and she just snapped, "What!?
What is so funny, James?"
"You are.
Standing there...are you trying to decide if you ass looks merely great or spectacular in those pants?
Cause I gotta vote spectacular."
"Very funny; you're a riot tonight.
Although I'm surprised you noticed;
you've been ignoring me all week," she said. As she tried to walk by him, he blocking her path.
Then he grabbed her arm.
"You're killing me, Jenny. Dressing like a tramp; trying to get me to notice you.
Did it ever occur to you what might happen once you actually had my attention? You have it now.
I think I'm going to spend quite a bit of time focused on you, in fact."
She found herself pushed back into the wall, and then he swept her legs out from under her. She toppled over with him on top of her.
He yanked her arms over her head and then pinned them using just one of his hands.
She tried to squirm away, but he had her legs locked with his and she couldn't get any traction.
With his spare hand he jerked her shirt out of her pants and pulled it up past her bra.
He then jerked her bra up to and then roughly grabbed her boobs.
"I've known you all this time and you've never let me see your tits before.
These are nice; you really should have shown them off earlier.
How come you didn't?"
Before she could attempt an answer he twisted her nipple roughly.
"Ow! That hurts; James, stop!"
"You stop," he whispered, "stop protesting, dirty slut.
You know this is what you were after. You have a safeword; you're not using it, and you're not going to. You love this; now be a good girl and take what I give you," and then his hand was down her pants.
He was rubbing at her in a way she hadn't been touched before.
Instead of trying to get her aroused like guys normally
did, he seemed to be more about exploring his new toy.
He ignored her clit but squeezed her lips together.
Just when she was thinking it couldn't get worse he whispered, "You are so wet for me.
You must want this," and then he pressed his dick against her leg.
Even through his jeans she could tell he was huge.
As if he read her thoughts, he said, "And I'm going to ram every inch of it inside you, but first..." and with that he pulled her up roughly so she was sitting in the hall with her hands still held over her head, "...I want you to make sure I'm as hard as I can be." Then, unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and forced it into her mouth.
Normally, Jenny loved giving head.
She considered herself a pretty talented dick-sucker and knew how to deep throat and all those tricks, but James wasn't letting her do anything!
He just grabbed the back of her head with one hand and kept slamming his cock into her mouth.
She couldn't slow him down since her hands were otherwise occupied, and she kept gagging on his dick when he'd push it back and hold it for a moment.
Considering how he seemed to hold it until she gagged, she assumed he liked that.
She, however, did not like it. This definitely wasn't a partnership - she may as well have been a blow-up doll for all the activity she was contributing to his enjoyment, yet part of her relished being treated like a toy.
Just being used to get him hard so he could use her other orifices made her feel like such a slut.
After one last thrust that left her struggling to breathe, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and then dragged her down the hall by her hair.
She tried to keep up but she was half crawling and she was held too high to use her hands on the floor.
He dragged her into her guest bedroom and then threw her on the bed.
He let her lie there for a minute, and she realized that this would be a good time to make an escape for it, but she knew there wasn't much point.
He'd easily catch her again.
After looking at her for a second, he got on top of her and pinned her arms down again and then pushed her pants down with his feet.
Her panties went down too, and in no time at all she was very exposed to him and also trapped, since her pants ended up around her knees.
He leaned up and stared at her pussy, which made her feel really ashamed.
Especially since she knew how wet she was.