Our Stolen Hour

He pulled me up by my chain and directed me to sit on his leg. Geoff's leg was very hairy on my clit, as I rocked, he continued to tweak my nipples that combined with our deep exploring kiss and I was soon leaking my womanly juices copiously onto his leg. By the look on Geoff's face I knew he felt my orgasm and juices. It pleased me that he looked so happy to see me cumming. My head went up and back as I arced my back in climax. 'What an effect he has on me?'

I came down off my delightful climax; I crumbled to the floor again at his feet. Soon Geoff was up and he placed the desk chair in the middle of the floor and indicated that I should sit on it with my knees on the seat and hold on to the back. I knelt on it and he positioned my legs at the edge of the chair seat. My arms fell over the back. He took my butterfly and shoved it up my vagina again. His hand sets up their own tattoo on the cheeks of my ass, first one then the other. One...Two........Three..... Four ................Eight.........Ten. My ass was on fire. With each slap I moved up straighter until I was afraid that I would tip the chair over.

When he bent to retrieve my vibrator, a 10" real-looking one, I tried to wiggle to a safer angle on the chair. "Don't move. Don't move, I said." I froze. I knew that if I tried to explain to him, he would just laugh and say it again, 'don't move.' He tested my vibrator against his hand; he tested its pliability against his hand. "Yup that will do it." As if to make me pay for my transgression of moving, he used my vibrator as a whip. Right, left, ring, left.

Never had I allowed anyone to spank me let alone take a vibrator to me as a whip. Yet he seemed to know that was exactly what I wanted and needed. My ass was on fire and my womanly juices were running copiously from me. "Thank you." I said rubbing my hot cheeks.

!!!!"Stand straighter on the chair." I stood, not sure what to expect. He came around me to stand in front of me with my vibrator. I watched as the first one came in and connected solidly with my breast, but I could not keep my eyes open for the second as I clinched my jaw to keep from crying out. My vibrator was tormenting my breasts also.

Geoff took my hand and next thing I knew he was in the other tub chair with me on the floor at his feet. I sat there looking up at him completely content with everything, just enjoying him. "You know a lot of women claim they are into this, but aren't. Not you, you really enjoy it, don't you?" It took a minute for me to understand his meaning, and then I simply nodded and rested my head on his bare leg never taking my eyes off of his. My hand massaged his hard cock. Time stood still.

Finally he moved and set the straight back chair in front of the desk that had a large mirror over it. "Did your bring the scarves like I asked?" From the floor, I nodded yes. "Well get them." I walked over to the toy drawer and grabbed the dozen or so assorted silk scarves that I had brought at his request. I passed them all to him. "Come sit, here facing the mirror on your knees, spread them wide. I want you to see this." He took my lifelike vibrator and rammed it in my open cunt. 'Oh, I wished it was his cock not my rubber vibrator.' I looked at his half erect cock and hoped he would soon take what I so much wanted to give him.

He sorted through the scarves and tossed them all on the hotel-style desk. He chose a multi colored scarf and ran it around my face and neck, for a moment he pulled it up tight against my throat and twisted, but before I could react with even a scream he released my neck. "Open wide, Suzie." As if in a trance I do it. My scarf still smelling and tasting of my perfume is shoved into my open mouth. I could not believe that it all fit or that I willingly allowed him to gag me. I gagged not badly but enough to know overly concern me. I looked in the mirror at myself; my mouth was so full my lips would not close tight over it. He watched me looking at myself in the mirror. Our eyes locked; I wished I could smile or say that it was OK that I trusted him; instead I nodded.

He quickly scooped up his pants and whipped his belt out. I never remember seeing a belt come out so quickly, I could swear he had practice doing it. I watched in the mirror as he doubled it. But never did I believe what he did next. "Stand up on your knees." He put his left arm across in front of me and turned so he faced me. I was still so entranced with the look of the gag in my mouth that I failed to see it until I felt it. He struck me on the ass just once hard with his doubled leather belt. I jumped bolt upright. I looked at him with big brown eyes, I believe with a look of shock but I hoped he didn't see fear because I was not afraid of him.

"Put your hands behind you." I clasped my hands together behind me back at my wrists. "Not like that, like this." Geoff pulled my arms back so my upper arms were behind me. In the mirror I saw that made my tits stuck way out front. He feet his belt between my back and arms and pulled it around them buckling it tight. It was tight enough that I could feel his belt cutting into my arms, it cut more into my left arm than my right one for some reason, yet it wasn't enough to have caused me any real pain just so I knew it is there. With my angle to the mirror I could see the black band on my left upper bicep. He traced the line of my chin line with his index finger.

Considering I had never been restrained in any manner, I was very surprised that I did not feel an overwhelming panic, if for just a moment, but I didn't. I took comfort in the fact that I had left a note at the office of where I was and whom I was meeting. I had taken care in the writing of it so that it was all there but innocuous enough that if someone should happenstance onto it they likely would not immediately guesses what it meant. Yet if something were to happen to me, then it would take on s much greater meaning. I hadn't left it out in the open but in a place that would in all likelihood be searched if I wasn't around. It gave me comfort knowing I had left it; but I had no fear of this stranger that has tied and gagged me. Maybe I should have some fear but I didn't. This was not likely how I would recommend someone else should meet his or her cyber lover, but for us it felt right and still does, although at that moment I am his toy, his fucktoy.

He pushed me back against the back of the chair my legs doubled back beneath me, feet either side of the back, my head rested on the top of the chair. I laid there wide open for him, unable to defend myself, vulnerable to his desires, only my faith in him ensured my safety. 'Gawd, you make me hot.' I could feel my juices seeping out running between the crack of my ass. When I lowered my eyes I could see my reflection in the mirror, in the muted light. My breasts were clearly extended out beyond my body; my nipples looked larger and more defined than ever, likely because of the clamps and his pulling and sucking of them. As if he cannot resist he lowered his head to suckle at my nipples. His soft fine hair brushed my chin as he clamped his lips around my right nipple his teeth bit and teased my over sensitized nipple. "AUGHHHHH" I made unintelligible sounds behind my gag. My head rolled, but I didn't fight him. He pulled up one final time taking my nipple with him between his teeth and when it reached is maximum extension he let it go and watched me watch my nipple settle back onto my breast where it belonged.

His strong hands possessed that which was his, my breasts and nipples and he kneaded and squeezed them, twisting each one, always he watched my eyes in the mirror. Somehow by watching us in the mirror, for me at least, it appeared it was as if I was watching an adult movie, that I was somewhat removed from the whole thing, yet I loved every moment of it. He slapped my left breast then my right, several times hard. I guessed I must have been tensing up because I had expelled my vibrator; I felt it sliding out of my wetness. He retrieved my vibrator just before it landed on the floor. He took it all wet still with my juice and ran it around my face, under my nose, tracing my lips, rolling it across first one cheek then the other one. All I could smell was...me. He slapped it against his hand, then suddenly and viciously he slapped it against my left breast, outside and inside and not wanting to ignore my right breast he repeated the process, time after time.

He moved downward over my belly to my open thighs. My vibrator became my tormentor as he struck up and down the insides of my thighs, time after time. I lost count. I knew I was there, I could see the vibrator coming at me, I could feel the pain, but I was removed from the scene, in my own safe haven in my mind beyond his torment. It was the strangest sensation.

He laid the vibrator aside, leaned in and looked into my eyes and smiled. Geoff took a corner of my gag and started to pull, it came out of my mouth inch-by-inch, foot-by-foot; I was amazed at how much he had shoved into me. He tossed it, too, on the desk. I looked at it with newfound interest. My mouth was so dry. There was no saliva in my mouth; I bit the inside of my cheek to make my mouth salivate. 'That's better.'

He untied my arms; they felt disjointed from me for the first few seconds while they fell back into place. I flexed my fingers and hands to get the circulation flowing again.

"What do you want me to do to you?" I look perplexed at him. "You have been wonderful and let me do as I wanted but I must soon leave, so what is it you need from me?" I am sitting at his feet once again looking up at him.

'Um, what do I want?' I thought we were going to have had an hour or so together and now he wanted to cut it short, and he is giving me one last favor. Do I want him to fuck my brains out, take my virgin ass, or eat me? 'Oh, too many wants and he is granting only one wish, which will it be?' I am not used to a man asking me what I want. I am almost embarrassed to voice my desire, but I know what I want. In a very soft whisper, "Eat me."

"Um. I can't hear you?"

I looked away into the corner at the floor lamp as if that is where I had stored my courage. I brought my eyes back to his face, not quite meeting his eyes. "Please eat me." This time I have managed a little more volume.

"Come." He jumped up and pulled me to my feet. I am, once again, overtaken with shyness.

"Here let me pull the covers back."

"Yes, definitely, let's pull the covers back." He mocked me. "We won't want to soil the bedspread, not after doing it on the floor and all the chairs." He said laughingly behind me. His hands were hindering my task. He had me by the hips, his cock against me hot ass. 'Yes, just do it. Take my ass.' I knew I can never ask him to, but if he were just to take it, it would be okay. My normal good girl was fighting with the needs of my bad, wild side, the side that wants to experience all life has to offer.

Instead he gave me a push onto the bed. I rolled over with my head on the pillow, the bedspread piled beside me. He moved to the bottom of the bed and crawled over the end on his knees towards me, towards my wet hole. For a moment, I wanted to laugh, no, not at him, just at us for stealing an hour to explore, to relish in being real life not just some cyber illusion. He had done this before because with a practiced move he had lifted my ass so I was at the right angle for him to devour me. 'What has come over me?' 'How do you eat a pussy? One lick at a time.'' I wanted to laugh, to scream, to hold his mouth to my wetness forever. My hands held his head in place then spread wide on either side of me and pounded the sheets in joy, in ecstasy as he brought me to yet another climax.

I was still enjoying my orgasm, looking forward to him moving up and letting his hard cock enter me when he jumped off the bed. "I have to go. Better wash my face first." Geoff padded towards the bathroom chuckling to himself. I open my eyes wishing I could just stay in this place, of my wonderful orgasm.

'What is a woman supposed to do while the man gets dressed and ready to leave?' I had never thought of that before. 'Should I get dressed? No that seems wrong. Why didn't I bring a robe? Shit.' I looked around for the right cover, if this was the movies I would pull the sheet off me and put it around me, but alas this isn't the movies and I didn't feel like remaking the bed. 'Ah, my jacket, that's the ticket.'

I was amazed when I looked over at the clock. I now knew why the sudden end; he was in a rush our stolen hour was just about up. Dressed as neatly as when he arrived, he gave me a hug and a kiss and walked to the door. 'No wait, one more kiss, one more minute, please.' At the door he turned and gave a passionate but quick kiss. He opened the door and walked out. I watched him through the peephole as he moved towards the elevator. 'Please look back, just once.' But he didn't; he was already looking forward to rejoining his wife.

Turning back to the room, I surveyed the sight. My butterfly is in the middle of the floor; scarves hang half in and half out of the opened toy drawer. More including my gag cover the desk along with my vibrator. "Have you ever noticed how vulgar an unused vibrator looks?" I asked to the empty room. My clothes were strewn all over, not that I had many on to start with. I sit on the side of the bed and put my hand on the wet spot where some of my cum slipped by his supple tongue. I sigh. 'Now what?'

For a moment I felt cheap, like a hooker must feel afterward. "No Suzie, this is just exactly what you wanted, so stop with the whining. You have not regrets, do you?" I asked aloud, talking to myself. "No, no regrets. I am so glad I did it. But it is over, get on with life."

I pulled my stay ups off and tossed them over the chair back. I was suddenly cold. I picked up the remote and crawled into bed covering up with everything the sheet, the blanket and the spread. I wasn't cold when Geoff was here. I flipped through the channels not watching just flipping. I was remembering, storing every second of our wonderful sixty or so minutes into my memory bank. I was so tired, as if I had exercised for hours or worked for fourteen hours. My eyes closed as I lay remembering as I watched the instant replay in my mind as my body relaxed into sleep. It was only 8:30 P.M.

Some hours later I woke up. The TV was still on, the lights were still burning and I had to pee. I ran a bath and soaked in the hot tub until the water grew cool. Drying myself I wandered into the bedroom and turned off lights and television. The towel landed on the infamous chair back. I looked at it, the chair, for a minute and remembered. "Did it happen or was it just another of our cyber sessions?" I looked in the mirror and my nipples were still, hours later, hard and erect. "No, it was real."

"Now then are you going to be able to go back to sleep?' I climbed into bed and I think I was asleep again before the covers settled over me.

'What was that? Where am I? The door. What time is it?' I had been awakened out of a dreamless sleep by an urgent knock. I scrambled over the end of the bed to the door. This time I looked out the peephole, 'It is just the right height for me.' I marvel.

I was not sure what I expected to see or should I say whom, but there he was. "Suzie, open the door." He said softly. 'How does he know I am here?' I mused as I unchained the door. As I unlatched the last lock, I realized, I was totally nude. "Oh shit!" I had time to worry about for the second the last latched was opened Geoff pushed his way into my room. Geoff gave me a hug and a kiss. "You are all hot." He stated, I guess he was referring to me having just gotten out of bed. "Where's that bed?" He gave me a push towards the bed.

"Why are you here? Is everything OK?" I am dying of curiosity. We were not to have seen each other again.

"Get in bed." I don't need to be told a second time; I watched amazed how quickly he could shed his clothes. His rock hard cock pops up when released from his boxers. I am immediately wet, I could feel my labia opening eager for him.

"Yes, please. I am so glad you came back. I wanted you. I want to know what you feel like in me."

"I only have a few minutes I am supposedly looking for ice. But I had to have you, I could not leave without fucking you."

"Come to the edge of the bed; turn around. Put your ass right here so I can take you from behind. Oh, yes. That's it." I felt his hands on my hips pulling me into place; his fingers opened me, checking to see if I am ready. His need was great and foreplay was not to be. Not that I needed it; just his knock was enough to have set every fiber of my being on edge. 'Why do you have this effect on me? Oh to hell with it enjoy the moment.' His hard cock, finally, touched my labia, pushing them aside with only a wet kiss. He was so eager, in such need and so was I; I was not sure whether he entered me or I impaled myself on him. Either way he was where we both had wanted him for months, buried deep in my pussy. I bet he was not all the way in yet when I felt my pussy close around him, pulling him in deep, telling him that I, too, needed him. Our needs superseded everything. Geoff drove in and pulled out; I pushed back to meet his drives in and fought his partial exit. I would keep him deep in my cunt if I could.

"I want you to stay in me forever and ever." I murmur. He answered by holding me tight squeezing my hips. I knew I would have hand print bruises where he grabbed me tomorrow.

"Lie down I want to see your face when I come inside you, Suzie." We parted momentarily and reassembled with my legs up over his shoulders leaving me wide open for his reentry. He drove me into the mattress. I smiled up at him in the half-light, moaning in delight. I reached up and touched his face, my hands moving to his shoulders. I pulled him to me as he let out a guttural groan and spasmed as his thick white ropes of semen buried itself in me. Not to be left behind my body convulsed around his cock in a huge climax. We held our positions looking at each other but each lost in our own rocketing climax. I felt him relaxing and I braced for his tumble on to me. He did, tumbled down on to me and then rolled off.

I wanted to snuggle up against him to just delight in the touch of his skin, of his springy chest hair against me as we both came back to earth. But it was not to be. "I have to go. I am on the look out for ice." He jumped and dressed.

"Come give a kiss and lock the door." Geoff took my hand and pulled me to him as we walked to the door. With a chaste kiss and a hug he opened the door and left my real time life.

Geoff was gone, back to the cyber only world.