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The open patio door -short story
‘Your name is Brad?” Madeline spoke seductively into her old time phone with the long cord attached. She liked using it because she could twirl the cord into her fingers tightly. And, she had been a life guard in high school.
“Yes, it’s Brad.” It wasn’t Brad. Actually, his name was Thomas.
“I....this is a first for me to call. Are we going to IM, too? Like at the same time? Because I like reading it, too.” Brad sat as his makeshift desk in the basement of his aunt and uncle’s home. He had agreed to house sit for his relatives while they were away. It also gave him a great place to finish his doctoral thesis.
“Yes, Brad. We will IM, too.” Madeline smiled to herself and to her cat, Tip. The rain outside cooled down her apartment. It was a summer night and she felt the need to leave the door open to the patio outside. Tip had come inside, because, well....cats hate rain.
“Brad...I have next to me several pair of black stockings and a nice silk thong. You know, for the gag.”
There was a long pause. “Brad? You there, Brad?”
Brad, hearing this wonderful voice saying the word ‘gag’ made him push his hand hard on his cock that was now rising quickly inside his jeans.
“Yes, sorry. The gag. Oh, Madeline that sounds so good when you say it.”
“I know Brad. Ok, before we start, did you pay the on-line fee, like I asked?”
“Yes, I just did.” Brad clicked onto a link which confirmed his payment.
“Now, Brad. Instruct me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’m you’re to play with.” Madeline distinctly heard a shuffling noise coming from the outside patio. She turned around to see. There was only the light rain hitting the brick patio. She thought to close the doors, but she had a customer.
‘Do you have those high heels on?” Brad was viewing Madeline’s profile. It showed only her long legs and wearing black patent leather heels.
Madeline looked down at her feet. Yes, she did have them on. She didn’t have to wear them, but, wearing them got her in the mood.
“Yes, I have them on. Now what?”
“I want you to...to...tie your ankles together with the stockings. And your knees too.” Brad said the last part so quickly, that Madeline chuckled.
Madeline tied her ankles tightly with a long stocking. Then she did the same around her knees. She loved bondage and loved to tie herself up.
“Now what?” Madeline twirled the phone cord around her fingers as she admired her work.
“What do you mean?” Brad asked with really not a clue.
‘The gag?” Madeline replied.
“YES! Please. The gag.” Brad slapped his forehead with the flat of his hand. So hard, it left a red mark.
“Panties in mouth and then secure it with another stocking, right?”, Madeline shook her head and giggled. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a shadow. Again, she turned. Nothing. Probably it was Tip.
“Now once I gag myself, I will go to IM. But you will hear me ‘mmmmpphing’ into the phone. Ok?”
At that, Brad had to stand up before he came inside his jeans. Never had he heard those words that he had being dying to her. She was good. Very good.
“Ok.”, his breathing a little more shallow, now.
Madeline pushed two pair of her panties into her mouth. Then using another stocking,she pulled it tight between her lips and tied the stocking off at the back of her head.
‘Can you make that sound for me?” Brad barely got out.
At that very moment a black gloved hand yanked Madeline’s head back against her chair.
”MMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!”, Madeline screamed out.
“Oh, yes. Yes!! That’s so good. Just right.” Brad gave up at that point and dropped his jeans, exposing his hard cock to his computer screen.
“MMMMMMMPhhhhh”, Madeline felt hands pulling her wrists back behind her and then being tied off with what she was sure of as yet another one of her silk stockings. She looked to see a masked man glaring down at her.
Brad saw the IM pop up..
--like it? Can you hear me?
Brad typed....
--yes. oh, yes. And, I can hear you still.
The masked intruder typed..
--good. there’s more you want?
Madeline fought for all she could. ‘MMMMMMMphhhhh”, she could only do. The masked intruder then wrapped the phone cord around her neck so that the receiver was just under her chin.
The intruder typed...
I’ve wrapped the phone cord around my neck.
Brad feverishly typed...
yes yes yes.
Still connected to the phone base, the remainder of the phone cord was tied straight down from her neck to the bindings around her knees. This forced Madeline’s torso to bend over in a very un-comfortable position.
The intruder typed...
--i want you to do something
Brad pulled his hand out from his underwear and typed..
--waht>
Brad back spaced and typed..
--Sure. Anything
The intruder typed..
---bend me over and fuck me. on my desk. now. Im tied up and can not do anything to prevent you from doing it.
The intruder included one those little smiley faces in the IM text.
Madeline’s eyes grew wide when she saw what the intruder had typed.
“MMMMMmMMMMMMpppphjgghghhhhgggghhghmmmm” she screamed.
Brad could hear those sweet sounds from her. A little distant. But, oh how he loved it. This was worth every dollar.
The intruder pushed Madeline up and down onto her desk. Her forehead hit the keyboard.
Brad saw this come over the IM...
--;zLXCIugf[qah][s
He responded..
---a’;psdokljg[]asdkjga][sdkj!!!!!
That exchange repeated itself for several moments. Madeline was getting her lights fucked out and Brad was masturbating like crazy.
“UUMmmmmmpmmphhhhh!!’ Brad could hear her through the phone.
Brad typed...
--I’m coming to.
And he did.
There was a pause. No communication at all. Then...
The intruder typed..
thank you brad. i ‘oved it. bye.
Brad heard the click of the phone and saw the IM sign off.
“Bye.” Brad sighed.
It took Madeline an hour to un-tie herself after the intruder had spent the better part of four hours with her.
Madeline stumbled over to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Her phone rang.
“Hello?” she said.
“That was hot, wasn’t it baby?” the voice said.
“Oh, baby. Yes. I loved the black gloves. Still smell them. Are you coming over later?” She purred.
“Maybe. bye.” the phone clicked off.
“Bye.” Madeline cradled the phone and went to take a well deserved bath.
“Yes, it’s Brad.” It wasn’t Brad. Actually, his name was Thomas.
“I....this is a first for me to call. Are we going to IM, too? Like at the same time? Because I like reading it, too.” Brad sat as his makeshift desk in the basement of his aunt and uncle’s home. He had agreed to house sit for his relatives while they were away. It also gave him a great place to finish his doctoral thesis.
“Yes, Brad. We will IM, too.” Madeline smiled to herself and to her cat, Tip. The rain outside cooled down her apartment. It was a summer night and she felt the need to leave the door open to the patio outside. Tip had come inside, because, well....cats hate rain.
“Brad...I have next to me several pair of black stockings and a nice silk thong. You know, for the gag.”
There was a long pause. “Brad? You there, Brad?”
Brad, hearing this wonderful voice saying the word ‘gag’ made him push his hand hard on his cock that was now rising quickly inside his jeans.
“Yes, sorry. The gag. Oh, Madeline that sounds so good when you say it.”
“I know Brad. Ok, before we start, did you pay the on-line fee, like I asked?”
“Yes, I just did.” Brad clicked onto a link which confirmed his payment.
“Now, Brad. Instruct me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’m you’re to play with.” Madeline distinctly heard a shuffling noise coming from the outside patio. She turned around to see. There was only the light rain hitting the brick patio. She thought to close the doors, but she had a customer.
‘Do you have those high heels on?” Brad was viewing Madeline’s profile. It showed only her long legs and wearing black patent leather heels.
Madeline looked down at her feet. Yes, she did have them on. She didn’t have to wear them, but, wearing them got her in the mood.
“Yes, I have them on. Now what?”
“I want you to...to...tie your ankles together with the stockings. And your knees too.” Brad said the last part so quickly, that Madeline chuckled.
Madeline tied her ankles tightly with a long stocking. Then she did the same around her knees. She loved bondage and loved to tie herself up.
“Now what?” Madeline twirled the phone cord around her fingers as she admired her work.
“What do you mean?” Brad asked with really not a clue.
‘The gag?” Madeline replied.
“YES! Please. The gag.” Brad slapped his forehead with the flat of his hand. So hard, it left a red mark.
“Panties in mouth and then secure it with another stocking, right?”, Madeline shook her head and giggled. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a shadow. Again, she turned. Nothing. Probably it was Tip.
“Now once I gag myself, I will go to IM. But you will hear me ‘mmmmpphing’ into the phone. Ok?”
At that, Brad had to stand up before he came inside his jeans. Never had he heard those words that he had being dying to her. She was good. Very good.
“Ok.”, his breathing a little more shallow, now.
Madeline pushed two pair of her panties into her mouth. Then using another stocking,she pulled it tight between her lips and tied the stocking off at the back of her head.
‘Can you make that sound for me?” Brad barely got out.
At that very moment a black gloved hand yanked Madeline’s head back against her chair.
”MMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!”, Madeline screamed out.
“Oh, yes. Yes!! That’s so good. Just right.” Brad gave up at that point and dropped his jeans, exposing his hard cock to his computer screen.
“MMMMMMMPhhhhh”, Madeline felt hands pulling her wrists back behind her and then being tied off with what she was sure of as yet another one of her silk stockings. She looked to see a masked man glaring down at her.
Brad saw the IM pop up..
--like it? Can you hear me?
Brad typed....
--yes. oh, yes. And, I can hear you still.
The masked intruder typed..
--good. there’s more you want?
Madeline fought for all she could. ‘MMMMMMMphhhhh”, she could only do. The masked intruder then wrapped the phone cord around her neck so that the receiver was just under her chin.
The intruder typed...
I’ve wrapped the phone cord around my neck.
Brad feverishly typed...
yes yes yes.
Still connected to the phone base, the remainder of the phone cord was tied straight down from her neck to the bindings around her knees. This forced Madeline’s torso to bend over in a very un-comfortable position.
The intruder typed...
--i want you to do something
Brad pulled his hand out from his underwear and typed..
--waht>
Brad back spaced and typed..
--Sure. Anything
The intruder typed..
---bend me over and fuck me. on my desk. now. Im tied up and can not do anything to prevent you from doing it.
The intruder included one those little smiley faces in the IM text.
Madeline’s eyes grew wide when she saw what the intruder had typed.
“MMMMMmMMMMMMpppphjgghghhhhgggghhghmmmm” she screamed.
Brad could hear those sweet sounds from her. A little distant. But, oh how he loved it. This was worth every dollar.
The intruder pushed Madeline up and down onto her desk. Her forehead hit the keyboard.
Brad saw this come over the IM...
--;zLXCIugf[qah][s
He responded..
---a’;psdokljg[]asdkjga][sdkj!!!!!
That exchange repeated itself for several moments. Madeline was getting her lights fucked out and Brad was masturbating like crazy.
“UUMmmmmmpmmphhhhh!!’ Brad could hear her through the phone.
Brad typed...
--I’m coming to.
And he did.
There was a pause. No communication at all. Then...
The intruder typed..
thank you brad. i ‘oved it. bye.
Brad heard the click of the phone and saw the IM sign off.
“Bye.” Brad sighed.
It took Madeline an hour to un-tie herself after the intruder had spent the better part of four hours with her.
Madeline stumbled over to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Her phone rang.
“Hello?” she said.
“That was hot, wasn’t it baby?” the voice said.
“Oh, baby. Yes. I loved the black gloves. Still smell them. Are you coming over later?” She purred.
“Maybe. bye.” the phone clicked off.
“Bye.” Madeline cradled the phone and went to take a well deserved bath.
The Alley - Short story
“ I want to go fuck, now.”, she whispered in my ear. She pratically had to. The music in the club was loud and we had a table very close to the stage.
To be fair, I had had my fingers inside her for the past five minutes - stroking her until she finally gave in. Hey....I couldn’t help it. She was just looking too fine that evening.
I signaled over to our waiter. He came by and I handed him a $20. “Tom, we’ll be back in a while.” He smiled and dropped a ‘reserved’ card on the table.
The club was an older building downtown. An alleyway was adjacent to it. I was leading her out of the club and I immediately saw the alley - perfect.
“The alley?” she asked, a little nervous excitment in her voice.
“The alley.” I said, and guided her down into the darker region. High brick walls surrounded us. It was dark and little foreboding. I knew she would like that. She likes have a little fear mixed in. So, I do my best to find the right setting.
I was wearing a black, wool suit with a red tie that night. The tie was new. I purchased it for the date. I pushed her up against the brick wall.
“Stay.”, I said. She faced me. Fuck, she was looking great that night.
I pulled off my tie, made a slip knot at one end and slipped it over her head and around her neck.
“What are doing? That’s your new tie!”
I motioned for her to be quiet. Then, using the necktie as a leash, I pulled her further down into the dark.
She was behind me. I could hear those lovely little sounds of clicking slut shoes on brick pavement. The more I heard, the harder I got. And, I don’t mean in the heart.
There was this pipe that ran horizontally along the wall, about six feet upfrom the ground. We stopped there. I used the other end of my tie to secure her to the pipe in fashion that she had to be up on her toes. Not too dangerously...she still had some ‘play’ room.
I often carry with me a role of inch wide, black electrical tape. Tonight was no exception. Her wrists were taped behind her. While was in the process of doing that, she pushed her knee into my crotch, rubbing my hard cock.
“That’s it. “ I whispered to her. I stepped back at just looked at her. She had spread her legs wide.
“Well? “ she murmured.
I raised her skirt up to reveal her lace panties. They were soaked and I smiled. I kneeled down onto the filthy alley floor in my nice suit. Leaning into her, I touched my tongue against her lace...
She moved her hips up and down, making her pussy / clit strike the tip of my tongue. I licked her with a flicking motion.
“Fuck, this driving me crazy. Fuck me!!” she yelled out. It was a good thing we were far enough down the alley for no one to hear. As far I knew.
I pulled he panties down and off. Then, I dropped my pants. I slid my cock in between her thighs...teasing her. I knew I couldn’t do this for long or she would find a way to kill me for real.
My hands firmly under her ass, I lifted her up and onto me. Her beautiful legs wrapped around my lower waist. I could see a little strain in the necktie...
“you ok?” I said...just checking.
“yes. fuck me.”
I moved her and my hips, rocking and pushing against her as her back hit against the brick wall. I could tell she was cumming by the fact that she was starting to crush my hips with her legs.
She wasn’t loud. But , god that ‘sigh’ and her voice as she came. The more she came, the harder I fucked her against that alleyway wall.....
Tom took away the reserved sign and made notice of my missing tie and her ‘just fucked’ hair.
To be fair, I had had my fingers inside her for the past five minutes - stroking her until she finally gave in. Hey....I couldn’t help it. She was just looking too fine that evening.
I signaled over to our waiter. He came by and I handed him a $20. “Tom, we’ll be back in a while.” He smiled and dropped a ‘reserved’ card on the table.
The club was an older building downtown. An alleyway was adjacent to it. I was leading her out of the club and I immediately saw the alley - perfect.
“The alley?” she asked, a little nervous excitment in her voice.
“The alley.” I said, and guided her down into the darker region. High brick walls surrounded us. It was dark and little foreboding. I knew she would like that. She likes have a little fear mixed in. So, I do my best to find the right setting.
I was wearing a black, wool suit with a red tie that night. The tie was new. I purchased it for the date. I pushed her up against the brick wall.
“Stay.”, I said. She faced me. Fuck, she was looking great that night.
I pulled off my tie, made a slip knot at one end and slipped it over her head and around her neck.
“What are doing? That’s your new tie!”
I motioned for her to be quiet. Then, using the necktie as a leash, I pulled her further down into the dark.
She was behind me. I could hear those lovely little sounds of clicking slut shoes on brick pavement. The more I heard, the harder I got. And, I don’t mean in the heart.
There was this pipe that ran horizontally along the wall, about six feet upfrom the ground. We stopped there. I used the other end of my tie to secure her to the pipe in fashion that she had to be up on her toes. Not too dangerously...she still had some ‘play’ room.
I often carry with me a role of inch wide, black electrical tape. Tonight was no exception. Her wrists were taped behind her. While was in the process of doing that, she pushed her knee into my crotch, rubbing my hard cock.
“That’s it. “ I whispered to her. I stepped back at just looked at her. She had spread her legs wide.
“Well? “ she murmured.
I raised her skirt up to reveal her lace panties. They were soaked and I smiled. I kneeled down onto the filthy alley floor in my nice suit. Leaning into her, I touched my tongue against her lace...
She moved her hips up and down, making her pussy / clit strike the tip of my tongue. I licked her with a flicking motion.
“Fuck, this driving me crazy. Fuck me!!” she yelled out. It was a good thing we were far enough down the alley for no one to hear. As far I knew.
I pulled he panties down and off. Then, I dropped my pants. I slid my cock in between her thighs...teasing her. I knew I couldn’t do this for long or she would find a way to kill me for real.
My hands firmly under her ass, I lifted her up and onto me. Her beautiful legs wrapped around my lower waist. I could see a little strain in the necktie...
“you ok?” I said...just checking.
“yes. fuck me.”
I moved her and my hips, rocking and pushing against her as her back hit against the brick wall. I could tell she was cumming by the fact that she was starting to crush my hips with her legs.
She wasn’t loud. But , god that ‘sigh’ and her voice as she came. The more she came, the harder I fucked her against that alleyway wall.....
Tom took away the reserved sign and made notice of my missing tie and her ‘just fucked’ hair.
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