Unexpected Consequences – Chapter 2
By SubKaren92
Laying on the dining room table waiting for Luna was pure agony. I was desperate to cum, yet I felt compelled to follow her instruction not to until she gave me permission. Eventually even touching my pussy for just brief moments became too difficult as I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop until I came. I didn’t know how she would know I’d cum, but she seemed to read my desires like an open book so part of me knew she would be able to tell. I was already leaking juices from my pussy and if I came there would be ample evidence on the table, so I fought my urges with all my might. Eventually I switched entirely to nipple play.
While my nipples are extremely sensitive (If you want to get in my pants just start teasing my hard points) stimulating them won’t get me all the way to orgasm. You can get me close, provided you don’t stick your hand down my pants as I will have instructed you by then, but I won’t cum. My lust-addled brain told me now was the time to test that theory. As I laid on my back on the dining room table, I cupped my breasts and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples. My arousal did not dissipate. I then added my index finger on the underside of each nipple and the stimulation went straight to my clit. For a moment, I was worried the sensation was irreversible, but with some focused breathing and my conscious mind telling me to calm down, it passed. Briefly. Then it came back with more force. I was panting. For the first time I thought I could orgasm without touching my clit. As exciting as that was, I couldn’t let it happen, so I pinched both of my nipples as hard as I could. I let out a scream and I felt my pussy clench. I released both my nipples.
Every fiber of my being told me to just rub my clit and end this torment. I would have cum in seconds. But still my mind resisted. And that was when I heard the front door open. I knew although I had showered and done my hair and makeup, at that moment, I looked like a splayed, wanton slut. I am sure that was what Luna intended. As I mentioned at the end of chapter one, it was also that moment that I first considered she might not be alone. There had to be plenty of men to choose from at the gym who she could have invited back to fuck me. I told you I had no interest in cheating on Rudy with another man, but in my state, I would not have turned that down. There had to be plenty of women too that Luna could bring back as well. Honestly I would have welcomed that as well. But I was also relieved that only Luna walked into the dining room. At least my secret desires could stay hidden for a little longer.
Luna was dressed in her gym clothes, but she didn’t look like she had exercised. She was holding a shopping bag. She must have sensed my confusion.
“I went shopping for some new work clothes and a couple things you’ll need,” she told me.
“Things I’ll need?” I questioned as she walked over the table to inspect me. She didn’t comment on my hair or make-up. For that matter, she didn’t comment on my rock hard nipples. She did look at my pussy and ran her finger up and down my labia. I moaned.
“So wet and needy,” she said rhetorically. “Just how I like them.”
“Please let me cum,” I whined. “I’ve been good and followed your instructions.”
She stopped touching me and looked down at my face. “Soon my pet,” she cooed. “Soon.”
I hated that word as it meant nothing.
“But first I need to change my clothes. I want to model my new work outfit for you,” she said cheerfully.
Oh great. The last thing I needed was to see her in some tiny stripper outfit. But still I lay on the table in wait, although I did start stimulating my nipples again, just more slowly this time. Luna had already felt how wet I was for her and I wanted to make sure I stayed that way. And why did her calling me pet warm my heart so much? I didn’t even know what that meant.
When Luna returned perhaps ten minutes later, I felt myself drool. You know how I feel about her workout attire, but she was now next level. I was not up on the current stripper clothing trends, but I doubted all the dancers looked like her. Starting from her feet, she had little ankle high boots on with a three inch heel. It made sense the heel wouldn’t be bigger. I wouldn’t be safe to dance with anything higher. She also had on black fishnet stockings that came up to a garter belt. That made sense too as it would be tough to remove pantyhose on stage, I mused silently. I suppose the guys love garter belts instead of just stay ups. The garter belt itself was a leopard print about four inches wide. It looked like spandex and was stretched tightly around her waist. It looked like she could move freely without it falling down. Also important in her line of work.
Her panties and bra matched the leopard print, although they were sheerer and as she spun around I saw her panties were a g-string. No surprise there. After she modeled this outfit making my mouth water, she showed me a translucent black blouse and a translucent black, well it wasn’t really a skirt, but kind of a stretchy wrap that she used to cover Bostancı travesti her panties and garter belt. I mean, she couldn’t wear that in public, but I’m sure it would be very popular in the club.
She stood next to the table and twirled around. Then she asked me for my opinion.
“Well, it’s very sexy,” I offered. Then I continued, “But everything looks sexy on you. I assume the patrons at work will like it.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they will. Maybe you should come to the club sometime and see for yourself,” she said.
“Um, it’s not really my kind of place,” I replied.
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Luna rejoined. “The girls love dancing for women. It’s a nice change of pace.” She then walked over the table and again stroked my pussy. “Besides, you obviously like looking.” My body quivered at her touch.
“Please make me cum,” I reiterated.
“Oh, I will,” Luna repeated. “I will. Just not quite yet.”
I groaned in frustration.
I watched as she pulled one of the chairs away from the table. She then opened a bag she had brought back from her room. I’d been focused on what she was wearing when she returned and had not noticed she had the bag. She pulled out a Bluetooth speaker and set it on the table.
“Stand up,” she told me while she sat in the chair. I did as she asked. Well, more accurately as she commanded.
“What is rule number one?” she asked.
I had to ponder that question briefly, but then I remembered. “That you always cum first?” I was pretty sure I was right, but there was uncertainty in my voice that made it sound like a question.
“Have you eaten a pussy before?” she then asked.
“Yes, in college,” I replied proudly. “It’s been a while.”
“I’m sure you’ll remember how,” she said with a bit more force. “On your knees, pet.”
Without hesitating I dropped to the floor. As Luna spread her legs, I was drawn to her pussy and leaned forward.
“These panties are pretty clean,” she told me. “I know you prefer them after I wear them or cum in them. Maybe tonight I will let you enjoy that.”
I remembered back to when she caught me on her bed masturbating and forced me to smell her panties. At that moment, I definitely had to resist touching my clit.
As my head moved between her legs, she told me to put my wrists behind my back. I assumed she just wanted to have me use my tongue to pleasure her. Luna grabbed my hair and pulled me against her panties.
“Imagine how good these will smell after I dance in them. Or after I cum in them. You know how horny I am when I get home. Did you know I am that horny at work too. I frequently have to find some private place to relieve my stress.”
She was rubbing my face on her crotch. I could smell her arousal building, even though her panties themselves were fresh. It didn’t take long for her to release my head so she could pull her panties aside and expose her ready to eat pussy. She held her panties with one hand and after guiding me forward again, held my head with the other.
I’m not going to say it’s like riding a bike, but I did get back into the stride of licking pussy very quickly. And what a pussy it was. My college roommate never got this wet and we had just begun. She tasted divine and I must have been doing something right as her hips began to undulate and she expressed praises for my efforts. But she didn’t cum. I don’t think that was my fault though. She only let me eat her for three or four minutes before she pushed me back to an upright kneeling position. Then she stood back up and told me to sit in the chair. Gleefully I sat down. Maybe soon was now.
Nope.
I watched as Luna turned on the speaker she had put on the table. She then placed her phone next to it and quickly Raspberry Beret by Prince started playing. Luna then stood in front of me and started swaying to the beat.
“Since you wondered what happened at the club, I’m going to give you a lap dance,” she informed me.
The first few minutes was watching her sensually twist to the music. Knowing what she was wearing under the translucent blouse and wrap was maddening because I wanted her to get on with taking them off. I even yelled, “Take it off, baby,” since I assumed that was what the guys would say. She took it in stride. I suppose you have to deal with hecklers in her line of business. During the second half of the song, she lost the wraps. She was also dancing with her back to me and bent over sticking her butt in my face. I couldn’t help but reach out and touch it. Quick as a flash she spun around and slapped my hands.
“Look no touch, perv,” she hissed at me. “You know the rules.”
Actually I didn’t know the rules, but I’m sure she didn’t really mind me wanting to fondle her ass. As the second song started, I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry, her bra found its way to the floor. Now she faced me bending forward displaying her charms like an offering. I reached forward to grab them, but she gave me a stern look before I could reach her globes. I immediately dropped my hands. She rewarded me by putting her hands on my shoulders and then Bostancı travestileri around my neck. She was still bent over. I could barely see her ass swaying to the beat. In the club the other patrons watching from behind her must fantasize about fucking her as she teased some poor guy. While I couldn’t see her ass, her boobs were tantalizingly close to my mouth. I think I could have licked her nipple. But she then released my head and stood up again. I was panting from the brief contact and my pussy was again demanding attention.
“Hold your legs together and sit on your hands,” she instructed me. They had not been far apart to begin with, but I moved them tightly together. I guess the sitting on hands is something to keep a customer from touching. Damn. She then straddled my legs and sat down on my lap. She was still gyrating, although unfortunately there was no direct contact with my clit. This was designed as mental stimulation. I’m sure if she was doing this to a guy, he would get hard and she would know. She’d also know if he came. I hope she got an extra big tip if that happened.
What I got was even better. She took my head in both hands and pulled my head into her chest. She shook her tits against my face and briefly cut off my air. When she pulled my head back again, she was smiling. “The VIP room show my pet,” she said. I was already thinking about her offer to visit the club and made a mental note to bring enough cash for the VIP room. She forced me to nuzzle her breasts again and then when she pulled me back, she tilted my head and gave me a very passionate kiss. “That was just for you,” she said, again with a smile. I knew my juices were leaking onto the chair and my nipples were like granite. Unfortunately the song ended before she could kiss me again.
The next song, Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard, found Luna standing back up, spinning around so again I saw her ass and then sitting back down on my lap. Her gyrations were much more pronounced. Again I thought of what a guy would experience. If he had not cum already, odds are having Luna bounce on his lap like she was fucking him would do the trick. Her side to side motions didn’t do much for me, beyond the fact that I could watch her ass since she was leaned forward, but when she switched briefly to a front to back slide, my clit finally got some pressure. Not enough to make me climax mind you, but enough for me to know she was very cognizant of what she was doing to me. It was at this time I pulled my hands out, reached around her and grabbed her beautiful bouncing breasts. After she had nuzzled me, I figured this was a VIP move too. I was wrong.
Quick as a flash, Luna stood up, breaking my grip on her breasts. She then spun around and slapped my left cheek. “I told you. Customers don’t touch,” she hissed. I was confused and when she grabbed my left wrist from where it was rubbing my stunned cheek and pulled me out of the chair, I didn’t get an explanation. What I got was being bent over the table between the speaker and her bag. It all happened so fast I couldn’t react. She pulled my wrist behind my back and pinned it to the small of my back. She then grabbed my right wrist. My right arm was kind of flailing around, although I don’t know why. Soon it was pinned behind my back too. “Don’t move,” she scolded me. I was pretty confident about what was coming next. My pussy was drooling in anticipation.
With one hand holding both my wrists, Luna fished a pair of handcuffs out of her bag. Yes I could have broken free, but you know I didn’t want to. I sighed with contentment when I heard the ratchet close sealing my fate. She then put me back in the chair.
“Let’s see if you can follow the rules now,” Luna said sarcastically.
As the song was ending, Luna stood in front of me and bent forward. Her ass was as mouth watering as ever. She then peeled down her panties and kicked them off.
“The Itchy Kitty is only topless because they serve alcohol,” she told me. “But I think we’re beyond that now.”
Kelis’ Milkshake now began to blare from the speaker. Luna backed up until our legs were touching and began to twerk in my face. I hated that my wrists were restrained. After a minute or so, she turned back around and told me to spread my legs a bit. This let her slide one leg between mine and sit down on my knee. This was obviously not a sanctioned dance move and she began humping my leg. She also leaned forward again pulling my head into her ample bosom for a third time. At first I thought she was just taunting me, delaying my orgasm longer as punishment for touching her without permission. But I was wrong. She was grinding herself on my leg using my body to masturbate. I rather liked that.
I thought, based on her erotic sounds, that she would cum at the end of the song, but she didn’t quite finish. Instead she stood up and Juicy J, Wale, and Trey Songz Bounce It began playing. She then spun around again, switched knees and sat back down on me. No breast play this time as she leaned forward placing her hands on the floor. It was an amazing view of her ass as she began rubbing Travesti bostancı off on my knee.
With my inability to move, I knew nothing was going to stop Luna from orgasming on my leg. That made me happy on two levels. One, because watching her was sexy as fuck and pretty damn kinky. She could use me as her orgasm vessel any time she wanted. But secondly, if she came, I figured my own climax, that I desperately craved, would come that much sooner. Before the end of the song, Luna was laying on the floor quivering and I damn near came just from watching.
I didn’t recognize the next song as she continued laying on the floor recovering from a powerful orgasm. I would have loved to get down on the floor and wrap my arms around her, but of course that wasn’t possible. Heck, I would have loved to bury my face in her pussy again and eat her to another climax. But instead I just got to look at her and try to calm my pulsating pussy lest I cum before she gave me permission. Finally she got up and then helped me to my feet.
“Thank you,” she told me, although I’m not sure why. I’d just sat there.
“Um, you’re welcome,” I replied. “For what?”
She looked amused. “You really don’t know?” she asked.
“No,” I answered.
“You’ll understand soon enough,” she said.
“Does that mean you’ll make me cum now?” I asked with a hopeful tone.
“Alexa, what time is it?” she said and upon receiving the answer she said, “Soon, pet. I need to prepare your dinner and get ready for work.”
Well that was a dumb excuse. I knew I’d cum in under a minute if she just rubbed my clit, a fact that I told her about. I even told her I’d get myself off if she would just remove the handcuffs.
“I could do that,” she said with a smile on her face. “And you could jill yourself and relieve your need.”
There sounded like there should be more to that statement, but she paused. Then she added, “But I want your orgasm to be the most powerful one you ever had. I know how to give you that. So you need a bit more patience until I get home from work.”
After she got home from work? What the fuck. That was like 10 hours from now. Maybe 11. I pouted at that news. She took my head in my hands again and gave me a passionate kiss that told me she understood why I was upset.
“Come with me to the kitchen so I can look at you while I cook,” she told me.
Like that was going to calm my pussy, I mused. “Can you take off the handcuffs?” I asked.
“Not yet,” she replied. “They look great on you and I can’t supervise you right now to make sure you don’t touch yourself.”
That was another dumb excuse, but what could I do? I followed her into the kitchen. She had me sit on a chair facing the stove with my legs spread. It was frustrating and arousing at the same time. When she had our meal prepared, she had me stand and turn around facing the table. She then moved my chair for me and I sat down again. She moved another chair right next to me before stopping to pour two iced teas for us. I sensed the handcuffs were not coming off yet and I was right. What I didn’t expect was that she fed me. Between her taking bites of her own dinner, she fed me bites of mine. I didn’t understand it, but I couldn’t stop her and my body, sitting so close to her, was not cooling down. She knew exactly how to play with me.
When we were finally done, she said, “You’ve been a good sport. Let’s get those cuffs off of you.”
I felt relieved even as I watched her walk out of the kitchen toward the dining room. My runaway brain would have worried she would just leave for work leaving me naked and bound for hours. But I was at peace knowing she would come back. As it turned out, maybe her leaving would have been better.
I saw her holding the key when she returned. She told me to stand up and even said she would relieve the ache between my legs. I probably should have noticed she did not say I could orgasm. As I stood and faced away from her to give her access to the cuffs, I didn’t see her grab an ice cube from her glass. I did feel it though as she pressed it against my clit. My reaction was a scream, but she held it tightly, freezing away my arousal. Only after it melted did she remove the cuffs.
“I’m going to work, pet,” she said. When I return, I promise you will get the orgasm you crave. It will be the best you’ve ever had, but only if you don’t cum before I return. Getting yourself off will cheapen what I am going to give you and remember I will know if you do it. I will also punish you. You’ll have to earn back my making you cum. Think about that before you touch yourself. When I get home I expect to find you on your bed. You are to be naked with your arms and legs in a spread eagle. Like this afternoon, I expect your pussy to be wet. Do you understand?”
My mind was spinning. I should have refused and stopped this game right here. But I said, “Yes, Luna. I understand.” And with that, she walked out of the kitchen. I stood there stunned, but eventually I followed her. She wasn’t in the dining room so I started to walk around the house. I saw through the family room window. She was leaving the pool house, still carrying her bag, but dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She still looked stunning and my lust began to grow again. I didn’t know how I could wait seven or eight hours (maybe longer) for her to return. Hopefully the club wouldn’t be crowded tonight and she would leave work early.
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