The hallway reeked of stale carpet and distant garlic. Fifth floor, dead end. Parquet groaned under my boots. Midnight. Neighbors snored behind thin doors. Light slivered under the neighbor’s frame across the hall—her fiancé’s light, oblivious.
Phone vibrated soft. Myrmee: Here. From work, skirt tight, no time to change. Door ajar. Her shadow flickered. Eyes dropped submissive. ‘Sir,’ breathy whisper. Hand grazed her waist. Pulled her in. Door latched—click echoed too loud. Heart hammered.
The Contact
Inside, dim lamp. Blinds rattled faint wind. She stood rigid. Collar gleamed—pearls white, blue. ‘Wear it,’ I murmured. Fingers trembled fastening it. Mirror caught her flush. Blouse peeled slow. Arms limp. Bra wrong—straps. Pants hid those legs. ‘Disobedient slut.’
Cravache tip traced lips. She kissed leather, tongue wet. Gasp muffled. Fingers cupped pussy through fabric. Soaked string. ‘What do you want?’ ‘You, Sir.’ Basin bucked. Eyes blindfolded. Heels kicked off. Pants shimmied down—no hands. Hips swayed obscene. Finger dipped cunt, then her mouth. First taste of her slime.
Bra tugged low. Feather teased nipples—hard peaks. She twitched. Wrists bound back. Rope later. Pussy bare, Brazilian lift firm ass. Dripping fountain. Finger probed tight anus. She whimpered, pushed back.
Bathroom door cracked. Enema bulb thrust her way. ‘Clean yourself. Door open.’ Water splashed. Peeked—hands nuque, too hot. Grabbed tit, yanked. Cold blast. ‘Obey.’ Kneeling wet tile, leash snapped collar. Dragged to bed. Springs sighed.
The Indiscretion
Chanvre rope bit pale skin. Diamond tits squeezed. Knots on clit, asshole. String dug cleft. She bucked wild. ‘Please, Sir.’ Whip for bra fault. Ten per tit. Held in teeth. Swish—feint. Then sting. ‘One, thank you Sir.’ Cries bitten back. Walls paper-thin—neighbors stir?
Pants punished next. Crop lashed thighs muffled. On knees, blind. Mouth unzipped my fly—no hands. Teeth tugged belt. Breath hot on cock. Slid in deep, throat virgin. Swallowed cum greedy. Licked clean.
Silence fault: belt on pussy lips. Legs hogtied. Leather kissed tongue first. Flat smack on slit. ‘One, oh thank you Sir.’ Clit next. Juices flew. Tongue soothed after. Came hard, silent scream.
Reward: ass. Kneeling edge. Her slick lubed my cockhead. Tight ring yielded slow. Inch by inch. ‘Hurts good, Sir.’ Balls deep. She rocked. We exploded synced.
Dawn glow through blinds. Shower steam. Six AM. Kissed goodbye. Hallway cold. Her steps tiptoed stairs—creak. Door below stirred. Fiancé? Heart thudded. Bruises to hide. Secret burned hot. Virus spread. Next night soon.