Shit happens… sometimes by the bucketful.
Such was the case for the alluring Sonya Brighton. The offer had seemed amazing at first - salaried sales rep, benefits, an office - the works. Unfortunately the glory only lasted two and a half months before they decided that a layoff procedure would best benefit her position. So Sonya, with her immaculate attire, and always-manicured nails, had to pack it up and go home.
One or two weeks quickly turned into a month, as the process of applying and interviewing dragged on. But it was just as the postman was delivering the two months past due notice of the rent, that Sonya was hired with a new firm.
Lying back on the couch, her body exhausted by the victory, Sonya closed her eyes to revel in the news. She had been right to hold out for the best offer - even if it would cost her a few late charges. It felt good… within weeks she would be caught up with funds to spare. Flicking off her heels to allow her toes a bit of air, the sleek redhead toyed with the idea of a long, luxurious bubble bath. She could imagine the soothe of the water against her porcelain skin… when the doorbell rang.
"Damn people can't call first," her eyes closed tighter for a moment, wishing the visitors away.
Finally mustering every ounce of reluctance she possessed, Sonya padded across the floor in her stocking feet. "Who is it?" her tone wasn't quite cordial.
"Sonya! Glad you're home," the voice on the other side began. "If you have a moment, could we have a word?"
Landlord. Perfect. The soothing bubble bath fantasy suddenly evaporated, "Sure, just a sec."
She quickly fluffed her hair, and put on an overly welcoming smile to prepare for the conversation she'd been dreading. Opening the door, showtime, "do come in."
Mick was a handsome man - a fact that did not escape him in the least. Haughty, but charming enough to keep him from being strangled, was the way Sonya would describe him. There was always a mischief lurking behind his eyes, she felt as though every time he looked her way, naughty thoughts danced in his mind. She was determined to use this to her advantage.
As soon as he entered, Sonya began to explain, "I wanted to apologize for the lateness. But I'll be catching up completely within the next couple weeks…." She kept the explanation short, expressing her apologies but stopping far before begging.
Shaking his head, Mick countered, "I'm very sorry, Sonya. I don't know if I'll be able to put everything off a couple more weeks." Giving a heavy sigh, he went on, "I've tried to give you all the time I could. I just don't know how I could explain to the owner that he has to wait even longer."
His expression remained grave… but the eyes betrayed him. He was playing.
The little jerk! Sonya could feel her blood begin to boil, but she held her tongue. She could be quite a few hundred dollars to the good, or be evicted for her temper. Given the choice, Sonya decided she was game.
"I really didn't mean to cause any trouble," her eyelashes fluttered down. "I was hoping, that if you came here, you thought that maybe we could meet some sort of agreement." With that, her fingertips rested on his arm, softly, yet barely tracing his forearm as she spoke, "maybe work something out."
Sonya moved in a little closer, her evil hand finding its way to the lapel of his suit. Girlishly straightening the front of his shirt, she coyly added, "I for one, would be open to negotiations."
As the smug grin stretched over his face, she knew she had him.
"Well now, I don't know if I could do that," he began, but as her hand slid down his chest to a more sensitive area, his tune became a little more palatable, "but I think we can work something out, as you say."
The overly welcoming smile returned, "good. Be here at 8 then?" She kept her body close until the time was confirmed, and then abruptly stepped back, the spell over. "See you then," was all she offered, as she opened the door.
Mick coughed to compose himself. The smugness again, and then he left with a wink.
A lacy black nightgown, slit up the leg… garters and stockings to match, embellished her shapely legs all the way down to her tall black heels. Everything was set for Mick's arrival.
When he did arrive (a few minutes late, just to drive the ladies mad), his reaction to her attire was immediate. The catch in his throat, and the continuous glance to Sonya's legs, knocked Mick off the pedestal a bit… but she intended for him to be completely dethroned.
Moving in on her prey, the enticing woman offered him a kiss. Long, suckling kiss, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, seemingly "giving" herself to his desires. Disarming him by her eagerness to please.
Mick responded with roving hands sliding down her back, finding a fitting handful at her ass, and then hiking her to his hips. Sonya's legs wrapped around his waist, locking behind him. Her mouth still pulsed at his lips as he carried her towards the bedroom. Sonya purred how badly she wanted him on the bed, gripping her legs tighter around him for effect. Aching to have the throb of his cock quenched, Mick set his lover onto the bed.
"Strip for me," came off her lips almost commandingly, but was softened by the exposure of her thighs as she leaned back onto her elbows.
He did as told, his fingers fumbling quickly over his shirt and then his trousers, until he stood before her covered only by his boxers. Sonya laughed wickedly at the sight, "those are going to have to go if you want up here," patting the bed beside her.
And so his body was made naked. Without missing a beat, the now-rabid man knelt onto the bed, his lips pouring over Sonya's white shoulders, his hands all but pawing at the straps of her nightgown.
Again the sweet smile. "Mmm… I want you on your back," she turned to Mick, letting her hands slide along the ample muscles of his chest, fully aware of the hefty mast between his legs.
So eager… with no more restraint than a high school buck on his first lay, Mick laid back, welcoming her to his body. Sonya slithered ontop of him, teasingly, letting the silk of her nightgown drape against his erection, but never actually touching it herself. Her face barely touching against his chest, as she nuzzled her way up. And then her tongue along his neck, kisses to his mouth. Her breathing became heavier, as her hands squeezed his shoulders. "I want you so badly, Mick," was all she said.
The moan that escaped him was all Sonya needed to know that Mick was completely hers. She pressed her body against him suddenly. He could feel the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts, and only imagine the meanings of her words. "I want to do something," her kisses became ravenous, sucking an agreement to "anything" from him.
Outstretching her hand, Sonya plucked a silken scarf from the nightstand, and wrapped it around his wrist and to the pole of the bed. And then the other arm. She kept him occupied as she worked, sliding up his body and then turning to tease him with the nearness of her pussy, until all limbs were restrained.
"Well, that's about where I want you," the game was won. To drive her point home, Sonya sat back, having no problem with using his body as a stool.
"What?!" Mick was frantic. His wrists tugged at the bonds.
"I don't see what the problem is Mick… this was the negotiation I spoke of. Or weren't you aware?" Sonya raised her eyebrow, almost genuinely worried that he wasn't the wiser. "I'm sorry, Mick," letting her head drop, and her palms slide up his thigh, as though making up through contact with his cock. Her soft hands cradled his prick, stroking him fully.
The motion calmed him. She could see Mick's body loosen again, his cock a thick stone in her hands. "Don't tell me you thought me some cheap tramp who'd give it up for RENT money," with that she squeezed his precious dick, tugging it up from his body, and relishing the slight yelp he gave. "We'll work something out, alright."
"Untie me!" the demand was a pathetic attempt given his circumstance, but he hoped the glare of his eyes would convince her to free him.
"What?" Sonya replied sharply, then reached to the floor to pick up a sack. Mick repeated the order. "Untie you? Is that what you said, Mick?" the thought seemed to amuse his newfound Mistress.
"Mick, actually, I think I might do one better than that," a wicked smirk as she pulled a strip of leather from the sack. Mick's eyes widened a bit, watching her every move. Proving her experience at such things, Sonya quickly slipped the leather beneath his balls, up and around, cinching them at the top with a very tight pull of the ends. As she tied the strand into place, she explained, "this will keep you from cumming. So that way, you'll beg me when you want to cum. Beg me to stroke it, beg me to let you have any pleasure. But first, you'll earn it."
Fearful of the well being of his testicles, Mick remained quiet.
"You know, Mick, I would like to be fucked tonight. But not you. Not you trying to ram inside me. Truly, I don't think you're capable of fucking me correctly." She spoke flippantly as her hand dug into the sack, pulling out a few more favors.
A condom. Out of the package, and onto his cock, as his eyes followed her movements. And then a soft rubber ring. He couldn't even imagine.
Sensing his anxious curiosity, "it'll keep you hard. And the condom, well, men always say that can't FEEL anything with the condom, and now we'll find out if that's true." The ring slipped over the condom, making it so very snug at the base of his cock.
With that, she began to straddle him. Slowly crawling onto his body as if it were her possession. Her thighs opening around his hips, pulling the swollen prick to the juice of her pussy. Sonya's head lolled back at the sensation of the covered knob rubbing against her clit. Restrained and taken, Mick couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the pang shiver through his cock. He was Sonya's completely.
She pushed down onto him, her pussy hungrily devouring the cock that was now her personal dildo. She could fuck him all night, and into the morning, until his balls would nearly explode at the backup. Snickering at the thought, Sonya pressed her hands to his chest, so that her breasts heaved as she began to ride him. Slick like warmed honey, her smooth cunt rode him. Pulling the nightgown off, so that her body could feel him writhe beneath her, she began to pump. Up and down, so that he could see the length of his cock disappear inside her.
The begging started by the second entrance. Every shred of arrogance had been torn away, as his lips pleaded that he be allowed to feel her. He worshipped her with more than his words, as he strained against his bonds to meet her rhythm. Without being commanded, Mick did everything in his power to please his captor. A few more pumps and his urge to cum was replaced by a maddening desire to feel her tunnel clench at him, to feel his Mistress's glorious pussy quiver its way into release.
Sonya pounded down harder. Using him, draining him, taking him. Harder and harder, as her hands grabbed onto him, and her lungs relayed her plans for him. Mick wouldn't be cumming here tonight. When she was finished, he would simply go home and be left to finish things himself. Perhaps tomorrow she'd let him return, and then maybe he could lick her… for hours.
Her wetness slurped at his cock, taunting the straining balls below. Faster she rode him, fucking herself, with no regard to the yearns of his dick. Mick could feel her heightening, through the latex that bound his cock he could make out the feel of her tightening, ready to relish the feeling of her climaxing on top of him, when Sonya suddenly pulled off.
For a second his prick felt robbed, like a babe yanked from its nipple. But then he realized her intentions as she pulled herself to his mouth. He would finish Sonya with his tongue, willingly denying his cock. Without hesitation, Mick pushed his tongue into his Mistress's wet hole. She pressed down more, nearly smothering him with the heat and wet of her pussy as she rocked onto his mouth.
"Suck it," she nearly yelled, her hands grabbing at his hair to pull him in even closer. Mick did as told, popping his tongue in and out as his lips pursed around her wetness. Lapping as his face was buried, sucking wildly the harder she rocked. She was brimming, and he licked faster, suckling as hard as he could onto her clit, until she nearly screamed at the excitement between her legs. Thighs stiffened above his shoulders, locking his mouth at her pussy. Within seconds, the rocking turned into a deep grinding as she finished herself upon his tongue. Stuffing it inside of her until her pussy trembled with cum.
She kept him there for a while afterwards, letting him lick her until she was clean. And then, just as she had promised, she untied him, and freed him. Leaving him to the pleasure of his hands for the night. Used as he was, Mick's cock had probably never felt so alive, and so hungry. Sonya could be certain he would return again and again to be trained at her pleasure a little more each time.
And the rent… well, there was something she wouldn't have to worry about for a while.
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