Mona & Jack - A Different Sex Story Ch. 08

After this Rose would become Mrs. John in a short period of time. Though she was not ready for that relation yet John convinced her for the marriage. John called a party to celebrate their marriage. Mona & Jack were invited with others to enjoy their hospitality in a hotel.

Rose looked very hot in her white low-cut cleavage showing marriage dress which was clearly showing her naval & diamond pierce-ring (gifted by her husband) and long legs. John designed that dress by a renowned dress designer for her sexy young wife.

After marriage John and Rose departed from the house of Jack and Mona. John rented one apartment to live with her wife. Though Jack and Mona asked them to stay with them. John refused the proposal and told them that he would prefer that her newly married wife would stay with his own establishment when he would become go to join his duty. But he assured his brother and sister-in-law Mona that he and Rose would visit their place when they would call them.

After some days when Jack was returning from his work a terrible accident took his last breath. The life of Mona stopped suddenly. The problem raised in her life when Jack's lawyer read the will of the deceased. In that will Jack expressed that if her wife would become pregnant after his death within one year of time then Mona and her baby would get the whole property and if not the property would be handed over to one charitable organization.

This was shocking for Mona as she was not pregnant at that time and her husband was passed away. Mona felt the requirement of the time. As she knew that she would not able to marry again as per the word of the lawyer that if she would marry someone within this one year of time the will would become null and void.

After the death of Jack Mona started to work in the office as earlier in the position of Jack. She was busy in her work and tried to find the way of this problem. But she would not able to discuss the issue with anyone and the time was running out every day.

Suddenly a business trip planned and Mona hopped to find a little down time for a wee bit of personal fun. Packed in her checked bag a few of her more personal accessories, to be used in case she would not find a willing partner, or if she was really lucky to be used with a willing partner.

An uneventful checked in, a several hour plane ride, also without anything remarkable involved Mona even managed a nap as the plane whisked her to her destination. As she walked to the baggage carousel she felt eyes were watching her, prickling the little hairs on the back of her neck, and feeling silly for even thinking such a thing.

She waited and was watching everyone collecting their bags and still no sign of her pink piece of luggage. After the area cleared and she still saw no sign, Mona looked around and tried to locate someone who worked there.

Turning to her left, Mona watched as a man in a uniform approached, his lips set into a stern grimace that didn't quite match the sparkle in his eyes. He enquired her name and upon confirmation, he seized her elbow and said, "Follow me please."

Tagging along after the man whose name appeared as Jim, according to the brief glance at his name tag, Mona's shorter legs moving quicker than his longer ones...she baffled, unless, OMG, the bag busted open in transit and Mona would have to identify its contents. A bead of sweat trickles down between the swell of her breasts and she gasped in a noisy breath.

Mona escorted to a small windowless office with just a desk and two chairs. Jim encouraged her, well pushed her actually into the first chair and then took a seat behind the desk. He lifts Mona's suitcase onto the desk and stared at her. Mona could see the broken zipper, her clothing protruding out the side, and of course, not her jeans but the bright red corset, its vivid colour almost obscene in the glaring light of the small pristine office. Mona could feel her cheeks heating; she was trying to compete with the red of her undergarment.

Jim stared at Mona...his eyes never leaving her as he cleared his throat, "It seems that your luggage has sprung a leak, and now it is my job to make sure that everything is present and accounted for, and that all of the items in your suitcase are in fact yours." He grinned, more frightening than his grim look, "And that everything is in working order."

Mona could feel her entire body slumping in the chair...this was going to be a nightmare. Bracing herself and reminding herself that they were adults and that Jim might have seen almost everything imaginable, and that her few personal items won't even make him pause for a moment. "OK, let's get this over with." her words were even and emotionless.

Jim unzipped the suitcase and folds it back all the way exposing the entire contents. He reached in and pulled out the red corset, thumbing the black lace as he turned it in his hands. "It appears to be undamaged, is it yours?"

"Yes, it is." Ok, that was easy; Mona breathed a sigh of relief.

Jim stood, still holding the corset and said, "I need you to try it on, to be sure all the fasteners are intact and that it is in fact yours, that it fits you."

Sure that this was a bad joke, Mona stared into his eyes and was shocked and a little aroused to see that there was no humour, but a slow boiling lust. Standing up, Mona undid each button on her blouse, and let it slip from her shoulders. Her breathing fast, making her breasts hed with each inhalation, the chill in the room stiffening her nipples, they pushed at the lace of the stark white bra. Turning around, Mona lifted her hair, exposing the expanse of pale skin from nape to waist, broken by the bra. She stood, silent and still waiting to feel his fingers at the clasp.

After what seems like a long time, his fingers brushed her back as he undid her bra. Mona shrugged her shoulders and the straps fell down, his hands not leaving the contact they made with Mona's back. Mona let her bra fell to the floor and she spin around to face him, her voice husky, "Help me put it on please."

His hands shaking as he holds the corset up, Mona step into it, her throbbing nipples aching as the fabric brushed over them. He wraps his arms around her and tried to do the fastenings. Mona turned in the circle of his arms, and let him strap her into the snug corset. Mona could not help or hold back the sighs, the quiet moans or the swing of her hips.

His voice gravelly, throaty, "I can see that it is indeed yours." Mona turned and saw a twinkle in his eyes as he tucked her bra into the pocket of his pants. "Please sit down."

Mona sat and leaned towards the desk as he took the chair opposite her. He scribbled a few words on a paper and tucked it into her hand. "I will hold your bra and your remaining belongings, go to the address on the paper and wait for me there...oh, and you'll need this as well." Into Mona's hand he sided a key, "Make yourself at home, I will see you there within the hour." With that he stood, helped her into her blouse and stared into her eyes as her quivery fingers button and pulled it straight.

Brushing past her, he opened the door and without another word Mona walked away, hailing a taxi and reciting the address. She might get to use her toys after all.

Still a little shaken from her encounter with Jim, Mona leaned back in the taxi, closing her eyes and all that she could see was his grin, white tooth shining in the light. Trembling a little, Mona imagined his lips parted, teeth grazing along the edge of her nipples, tingling in the tight corset.

Mona opened her eyes to find the car stopped, in the driveway of a strange house, the driver's eyes glued to the mirror as Mona realized that her fingers were playing with her nipple, exposed, several buttons undid. Gasping in shock, Mona quickly buttoned her blouse and asked the driver how much. Paying him and skimping on his tip, he did get an eyeful; Mona got out of the car and waited for him to pull away before mounting the steps.

Retrieving the key from her purse, Mona unlocked the door and tentatively pushed it open. Poking her head around the jamb, Mona yelled "Hello." Not really expecting an answer. Stepping inside and letting her eyes adjusted to the semi darkness, she held her breath, listening and jumped when her cell phone rang.

Mona flipped it open and answered, whispering, "Hello?" Jim's voice spoke quickly, "Don't worry; you are there alone, in my house. Upstairs and to the right is the bathroom, have a bath if you like. My bedroom is at the opposite end of the hall, I expect you to be there waiting and naked for me when I get there. Help yourself to anything you like in the kitchen. You have 45 minutes, good-bye." Before Mona could utter a single word she heard the click of disconnection.

Squaring her shoulders and take control Mona told herself. Mona closed the door, leaving it unlocked and placed the key on the table in the hall. Slipping out of her shoes, she left them near the door and unrolled one stocking, letting it puddle on the floor in the hall.

Finding the kitchen, Mona unrolled the other stocking and left it in the entry there. Opening the fridge, she pulled out an orange, take it to the counter and peel it, letting the flavour distract her. Washing the sticky from her fingers and putting the peels in the garbage, her mind overloading with what ifs.

Returning to the entry, Mona climbed the stairs, wiggle out of her skirt and let it fall on the landing. Grinning she turned right and avail herself of the facilities there, letting her panties decorated the bathroom mat. Finally dropping her purse, she ran the tub, full of hot water, adding a splash of bath oil.

Wriggling out of her corset at last, heaving a sigh as her breasts tumble free, she climbed into the tub. Mentally keeping track of time, after 20 minutes Mona stood and rinse, shampooing and rubbing all the travel weariness from her body.

Wrapping in the big fluffy white towel, Mona peeked in the mirror, bath pinked skin staring back at her. Brushing her teeth with her ever handy toothbrush and shivering despite the heat of her flesh, Mona find Jim's bedroom. Standing in the doorway, eyes wide as she surveyed the interior. King sized canopy bed, fluffy cloud like bedding and attached and hanging from each post was a leather cuff, buckles shining in the gloaming light of near darkness.

Mentally and physically shaking, Mona bit her bottom lip. Debating whether she should run or stay, the decision was taken from her as she heard the front door slamming shut...and a voice rings out, loud and clear..."You better be in bed!" Tip toeing quietly to the bed, dropping the towel, almost needing to jump up, her short legs not quite up to the task of that high bed. Crawling on all fours to the middle of the bed, Mona laid still, on her belly, arms cradling her head as she breathed...slow and even, not wanting to make a sound.

Mona heard his footsteps approaching, her heart racing faster, once again holding her breath, too nervous to even draw air into her lungs. His voice close, in the room, "I have brought your suitcase, and now, we must inspect the contents, privately, away from hidden cameras. Well 'those' hidden cameras anyway." he chuckles and Mona watched as he put the suitcase on the table in the corner.

"Don't move!" his voice deep and full of authority. Mona's body stiffens, muscles obeying, locked in place, but for the fluttering deep inside her, the stirring in her belly, the seeping of nectar from her honey pot. Watching as he pulls out each of her playthings, his hands caressing before laying them out on the desk...side by side, rowed up like soldiers ready to do battle.

He lighted candles, sconces on the wall...the flames flickering, making the shadows dance, the overhead fan stirring the air. And finally he approached to the bed, still dressed and Mona felt his hand rest lightly in the hollow of her back. Mona pulled a noisy breath between her clenched teeth and she felt the involuntary ripple of muscle in her buttocks. His hand tracks lower, nails softly scraping her skin and he pushes on the quivering muscles, making her ass dance for him.

He leaned his face close to her, brushes those grinning lips over her frowning ones and then whispers, "Only this for instruction...you will do as I say...instantly and without hesitation or..." his voice trails off and he stood directly in her line of vision, slowly, painstakingly, her breath held watching as he removed his belt. Wide eyed, Mona watched as he ran it through his fingers, wrapped the buckle end around his hand and stepped back.

Mona heard the whistle, and she started to scream even before it stroke her cheeks, angled so that it kissed both halves, the tip biting into the tender top of her thigh. Mona's knees pulled up under her, her ass a mass of nerve endings on fired; she buried her face into the pillow and continued to wail. Her buttocks now high and on display, cheeks separated as she curled tighter into herself.

The belt whistles and lands, tip sinking into the exposed cleft, inches from her winking back door, her pussy lips, so swollen and hot, splay wide and the pooling juices drip. His hand dips into the honey pot, comes out wet and glistening and he chuckles. "Well, well now, it doesn't seem that a spanking will be enough to keep you behaving. It appears you rather like it."

Mona's heart pounding so hard in her ears that she did not at first hear his voice. Louder he said, "You did like that?" Nodding but whimpering Mona agreed, her flaming cheeks quivering, but the pouring nectar from her pussy the evidence of her enjoyment after a long interval from her happily married sexual life which had been stopped due to the death of her husband.

Mona watched as he slips out of his clothes, quickly and methodically, each item neatly folded and placed on the chair. He stands in her line of vision, his cock long and thick bouncing in front of him like a sword ready to spear deep. Smiling his eyes lock with her and he winked at her...his tongue snaked out to lick her lips, unable to stop staring at his magnificent cock. He approached the desk and turned to her holding hr newest and most favorite of ass plugs which he bought after the death of Jack.

Grinning with lube in one hand and plug in the other, Jim came to the edge of the bed, his cock like a flag pole, and points from Mona's lips to the glistening tip. Scooting closer to the edge, Mona hesitated for just a second, looking up into Jim's eyes before letting her lips drop to his wet slit, tongue tasting before her lips part and engulfed him.

Mona's hot mouth flooded with saliva as her lips push onto his shaft, tongue rolling underneath, stabbing at the thick vein. Groaning, her lips advanced until her nose butts up against his warm belly. Mona's throat splashed, gagging as the head buries itself.

He pulled out, and patted her head, caressed her cheek and chuckled softly, "You are rather eager aren't you; a simple kiss would have sufficed."

Shaking her head Mona felt the bed shift and look over her shoulder to see him kneeling behind her, his eyes focused on her ass and then the cool liquid pouring over her crack, it drips and oozes. Jim's fingers work the thick lube into the crack of her quivering globes, two fingers slipping into her winking back door to lubed inside, she stiffened and gasped, lunging forward. His free hand smacked her ass, telling her to hold still. Biting her lip, Mona froze in place, panting hard, breaths dragging audibly over her teeth,

Mona could hear the lube being squirted and looked back again to see him slather the plug, his hand working the lube from its tip to its base. "Now reach back and spread for me please." his voice soft but commanding.

Mona reached back, her cheek pillowed in the thick bedding, and grasped each side of her ass, pulling her cheeks wide, offering up her tender tight rosebud. The plug worked up and down in her crack...finally stopping at her entrance and with a firm pressure it wriggles in, slowly, inch by inch the long plug finally seats itself. Her ass cheeks rippling as her inner ring of muscle quivers until it finally accepts the girth and Mona remembered to breathe again.

Jim leaned in and kissed her ass cheek and at the same time she heard him using the pump...the first inflation barely noticeable but the second pump gets her attention as the plug stretches the walls of her ass. The third and forth pump have her whimpering, her hips gyrating from side to side. The fifth inflation pushed the air from her lungs with a groan...her hands reaching under her to push up so that she was on her hands and knees...rocking back and forth.

Jim pulled on the base of the plug and whistles as he realized that how big and tight the plug would become in Mona's ass. His fingers trail down to her drenched pussy and he pushed one finger inside to probe at the plug. "Wow, can't fuck you with that in...there's no room left for my cock." With that he climbed from the bed and gave her ass a firm spanking with his belt. "Count for me."

Mona counted the strikes, crisp-crossing her fiery cheeks, each spank sending her muscles into spasm, the plug dancing. Mona lost count at 20 something as her body turned itself inside out. The orgasm ripping itself from her depths. Tearing through her, almost painful as her sphincter tightens on the plug...and as she felt it started to wane...Jim applies two more pumps to the inflatable plug...sending her spiraling once again. Screaming for more, alternated with begging him to stop. Mona's pussy gushed, dripped onto the bed under her.

A cool hand on Mona's heated flesh, stroking her back, he whispered soothing words in her ear and as she collapse full out onto the bed, he lies beside her...smiling at her, stroking her back, until her breathing evens out. Relaxing as much as the enormous plug in her ass will let her, she dared to look into his eyes, they sparkle with lust. Jim's lips close the distance until they brush across her, his tongue darting into Mona's mouth, exploring, stealing her breath.

His hard cock hot and throbbing presses to Mona's thigh...he pumps his hips and it rides along her flesh. "Roll over." Mona obeyed, rolling onto her back as he got off the bed and once again retrieves items from the desk. He laughed as he told her that she travelled quite well equipped.

Leaning over he kissed Mona and fastened the leather cuffs to her wrists, adjusted them at the bed posts above her head. Mona heard the jingle of the heavy bells on the nipple clamps, he clipped them to her nipples and the initial bite took her breath again.

Her hips pumping at the air as the huge plug dances in her ass. Lost in the sensations coursing through her body, Mona didn't realize that he cuffed her ankles until she felt the tug, spreading her in an X...tethered tightly. Very little movement allowed as he pulled again...taking up all slack. Testing the bindings, Mona frowned as she was allowed less than an inch of movement in any one direction.

Mona's nipples settled into a dull throbbing ache and her sphincter stilled for the moment. Mona dared to take a deep breath and looked down on her body at her splayed legs. Jim stood at the foot of the bed, his hand tightly clasped around something that she could not see. He looked up at her and grinned. "Would you like another orgasm?" Nodding yes, Mona's throat gone dry, tongue swirling in her dry mouth, not trusting her voice. "Well then...how many would you like?" A hint of fear clouding Mona's eyes, she shook her head, pulling hard at her arms, her wrists twisting in the soft cuffs, her hands curled into tight fists.

Dry, rasping grunts as he climbs onto the bed, he licks his lips before diving between her thighs and Mona could only lie back and accept his attentions. His tongue darts along her already wet slit, his fingers prying open her nether lips, exposing the soft inner tissues. He takes two strips of bondage tape and wraps them high on her thighs. Licking his lips, Mona saw the nectar glistening before his tongue pulls it into his mouth. "Yummy." Growling softly, she wondered what he was up to.