She raised her hands over her head and stretched lazily like a cat
that had been lying in the sun for hours. Opening her eyes, she was
greeted with a smile.
“Morning, sleepy head,” he said softly, as he reached out and brushed
back the hair from her cheek.
“Mmmmmmm, morning to you too,” she said, stretching again and trying
to wake up. “How long have you been up?” She touched his cleanly
shaven cheek with her fingertips, tracing an invisible line down to
his jaw and then across.
“About an hour or so. I woke early and thought I’d shower and shave
before you hogged the bathroom for 2 hours.”
She rolled her eyes at him and moved over closer, pressing her body
firmly against his. “Well, you forgot to get dressed then,” she said
as her fingers moved down his bare side.
“Oh, I didn’t forget to get dressed my love. I’m not through being in
bed yet.” He grinned at her and raised himself onto one elbow,
looking down at her and brushing his fingers through her blonde hair.
“Well, I guess I’ll follow suit then; we’ve got a lot to get done
today.” She moved to sit up and he pushed her back gently.
“You’re not going anywhere, I’m afraid.” His voice was quiet but
firm. “I’ve been hearing some rumors about you and I’m afraid I’m
going to have to place you under house arrest until I’m sure that
you’re not guilty of some of the things that are being said about
you.”
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh at his ridiculous story. “What
are the charges, Officer?”
“We’ll get to the charges in a moment, but first…” he rolled onto
his back and then reached over into the drawer in the nightstand and
started rummaging around.
She smiled and looked up at the ceiling, seeing herself smile back.
Damn! She had forgotten about that mirror up there. Her mind drifted
briefly to their outing yesterday. They were driving back from the
market when they saw a small flea market and decided to check it out.
As they walked around they found this huge mirror that looked as if it
had once been part of a dresser, long ago separated from it.
“You know where this would look great?” he asked, grinning wildly.
She looked at the mirror and then at him and then back to the mirror.
“You’ve gotta be joking!” she replied.
“Nope.”
“Stephen, really, I don’t think so.”
He picked up the mirror and headed for the small check out counter and
she followed him, shaking her head and grinning. When they returned
to the cabin, he immediately got the ladder and some hardware and
installed the mirror on the ceiling over the bed. Looking up there
now, she had to admit that she did enjoy the view last night that had
been reflected from down below.
“Why don’t you just admit that you like it up there, Trisha?” he said,
rolling back over and taking her hand.
“The jury is still out on that one,” she lied, “I think more testing
is in order.”
She had hardly finished saying that when he snapped a pair of padded
handcuffs around her wrist. She wasn’t prepared for that move, and
when she went to say something another pair were snapped onto her
other wrist.
“What is this?” she asked.
“I told you, Trisha, you’re under house arrest and I think you’re the
type to try and escape so I’m taking precautions.” He grinned and
pulled her arms up over her head, locking the other sides of the cuffs
to the wrought iron headboard. She thought it kind of odd that he
didn’t spread her arms apart further; instead, they were side by side.
“I wasn’t planning on escaping,” she said, bringing her foot up and
stroking it up and down his leg.
“Hmmm,” he said, moving slightly away from her foot, “typical criminal
move; trying to distract the officer. I guess I better do something
about that.” He moved up onto his knees and went back into the
drawer.
She looked at herself in the mirror: hands over her head and firmly
cuffed to the bed, the comforter sliding down and exposing the tops of
her breasts. Stephen got out of bed and pulled the comforter off,
tossing it onto the floor. She continued to look at herself in the
mirror as her naked body became exposed. He moved back onto the bed
and between her feet. Picking up one foot he quickly locked another
pair of padded handcuffs around her ankle and then did the same to the
other. She watched him, humored by the serious expression on his
face.
“Whatcha gonna do now Officer?” she teased, knowing full well that he
was going to secure her legs, spread-eagled of course, to the foot
board.
“Well,” he said, holding a foot in each hand, the handcuffs dangling
down. “I thought I might just try this.” Before she could comprehend
what he was doing, he moved quickly up between her legs, still holding
her feet and then pushed them up and over her, almost folding her in
half. Quickly, he took each cuff and locked it onto the bedposts,
each cuff as far away from the other as it could possibly be.
“Stephen!”
He crawled off the bed and looked down at her, the smile on his face
was huge, the lust in his eyes very apparent.
“Let me go!”
“Nope.”
“This is uncomfortable; it’s hurting my neck.” Whoosh — the pillows
where pulled out from under her head.
“Anything else?” he asked, tossing the pillows on the floor with the
comforter.
She pulled her ‘pouty face’ trying to get some sympathy, but he just
laughed quietly and knelt down beside the bed.
“Look up, Trisha…” he said in a very soft voice.
She didn’t want to but couldn’t help looking. There she was, all of
her totally open to the world. Her eyes scanned down her body; she
couldn’t help it. Her breasts were about level with her knees, the
nipples hard and swollen from just the excitement of seeing herself.
As her eyes moved down a little further, she looked at her hairless
pussy, spread wide open and sticking up in the air. Her clit was
starting to swell a little, poking out and demanding attention. The
whole sight made her head spin, the excitement mounting.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked as he stood up.
She looked over at him and nodded, looking down his body and seeing
his cock getting harder by the second. Obviously he liked the sight
too.
He leaned over and kissed her lightly. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
She nodded and smiled at him, assuring him that she was.
“Well then, young lady,” he said firmly, “it’s time for the
interrogation.”
Interrogation? She laughed and watched him get onto the bed and move
between her legs. He lay down on his stomach, his face just inches
away from her pussy.
“Now then, Missy,” he said, letting out a deep breath that brushed
across her moist lips, causing her to shiver, “the first charge is
that you have been seen drinking milk right out of the container.
How do you plead?”
“Totally innocent, Sir. I would never, ever do that,” she lied.
“Hmmm, playing it tough, I see.” He moved his head down and ran his
tongue lightly up one of her pussy lips, taking delight in the way
that it made her squirm.
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking up at her. She nodded and he shook
his head, not believing her. As his tongue ran up the other lip, she
raised her hips off the bed, trying to meet his mouth. He pulled back
and slapped her ass lightly.
“Behave!”
Her hips dropped back down to the bed as his tongue moved from one lip
to the other, licking and then sucking each one into his mouth. She
moaned and closed her eyes, fighting the urge to lift her hips again.
“Eyes open and straight up,” he commanded and she looked up.
“Now, about the milk container. Are you sure you haven’t done that?”
“Positive,” she replied, trying to look serious.
“I’m afraid you’re lying, Trisha, because we have pictures of you
drinking the milk from the container. You ought to be ashamed of
yourself.” He tried to look very disappointed in her. “And there is
a stiff penalty for lying.”
As the tip of his tongue flicked across her clit, she jumped and
pushed her hips up. His hand moved under her ass and squeezed firmly
as he sucked her clit into his mouth and pulled back gently. She
moaned and squirmed, moving her hips up and down against his face.
She could feel her clit going deeper into his mouth as he sucked even
harder, making it swell as his tongue flicked against it, poking it
relentlessly. Releasing her clit, he ran his tongue in little circles
between her lips, licking at the juices that were escaping her body.
With his tongue he found the source of the leak and slowly inserted it
inside her. She moaned and tried to push down against him as his
tongue fucked her.
“Baby…” she whispered in a hoarse voice.
His hands squeezed her ass cheeks as his tongue drove into her, his
nose deliberately rubbing back and forth against her clit. He started
making circles inside of her with his tongue and then pushing it in
and out, only to repeat the circles again. She pulled herself up and
down against his face, using her legs and the cuffs to help her move.
His tongue was stiff inside her, his nose rubbing hard as his hands
continued to squeeze and play with her ass cheeks. Her moans became
louder and he stopped for a second and looked up at her.
“Cum for me, Trisha,” he whispered, “cum for me now.”
Hearing his words, and as if on command, she started to shake. His
tongue dove back into her pussy, fucking it as hard and deep as it
could. She shut her eyes tight and pushed against his tongue, feeling
her orgasm sweep through her, and she let out a small scream as she
came against his mouth. He moaned and drove his tongue into her,
fucking her hard with it, until she stopped shaking and he had licked
away every trace of her orgasm.
She flopped down against the bed and looked down at him. His face was
wet with her juices and he was licking his lips, smiling at her.
“The second charge is a little bit heavier and I can only hope that
you’re not guilty of this.”
She raised both her eyebrows, wondering what silly charge he had made
up this time.
“You’ve been charged with using my razors to shave your legs and other
various parts. How do you plead?”
She smirked and then answered him seriously. “Well, I wax my legs,
and the other various parts have the hair removed with hair remover,
so I plead innocent.”
“All the hair is removed with hair remover?” he asked, his thumb
moving between her open ass cheeks and bushing back and forth. She
tried to concentrate on him.
“Yes. Well, most of it is, but there are a couple of tricky and
sensitive areas that have to be shaved, and a razor is needed.”
“My razor?” he asked, his thumb moving up higher, rubbing in the
wetness of her pussy and then back down against her ass.
“Uhmm, no… I’m pretty sure it was a pink razor, Sir.”
“You’re sure it wasn’t a blue one? One that is currently in the
shower now.”
“Did I mention to you that I’m color blind? Probably not, but I
really am… been that way since… hmmm… about oh, I dunno… last
night before my shower, I think.”
“Ah ha!” he said and drove his thumb into her ass. She cried out and
pushed herself towards him, loving the feeling of his thumb moving
deeper inside of her.
“I’m afraid that is inexcusable, young lady,” he said as he lowered
his face to her pussy again and started fucking her with his tongue,
keeping perfect rhythm with his thumb. Wrapping her hands around two
of the bars from the headboard, she lifted herself up and moved back
and forth against his tongue and thumb, moaning and looking up.
Seeing his head buried between her legs made her move faster. He
stopped fucking her with his tongue and looked up at her, watching her
watch them in the mirror.
He pulled back and out of her, moving down the bed a bit. She watched
as his index finger touched her clit and made her jump. His finger
moved down and circled, as if waiting for the right moment to enter.
His teasing made her whimper and she watched as he moved quickly and
jammed his finger deep inside her pussy, pushing it in as far as it
would go and then rotating it. A scream escaped her lips as his other
hand moved and he pushed his other index finger into her ass. She
watched in the mirror as his two fingers fucked her and she moved
against him. It was so erotic watching him fuck her this way that she
felt another orgasm approaching.
“Stephen, I’m going to cum,” she announced and moved harder against
him. He responded by sticking another finger into her pussy and
pumping harder, his fingers emerging and covered with her cream.
“Cum for me, Trisha,” he growled, his fingers fucking her deeper and
harder in both her ass and her pussy. She cried out and he felt both
her ass and her pussy clench his fingers, sucking them in deeper and
holding them. Every muscle in her body contracted and he moaned
loudly when he felt the wet rush cover the fingers that were in her
pussy.
When she had finished, he pulled his fingers out and sucked on one,
watching her. Moving up and over her, he ran the other soaked finger
over her lips, pushing it into her mouth and making her taste herself.
She sucked his finger clean, trying to rub against him, her wet pussy
moving against his stomach and soaking his skin.
He moved back onto his knees and looked at her. He took great delight
in the swollen and wet pussy that was spread out before him. Her
breathing was still a little ragged, and she sucked in her breath when
he sat up on his knees and held his cock against her pussy, wetting
the head of it. She watched as he held his cock over her pussy and
stroked it slowly, the large purple head just inches from her.
Grabbing onto the bars, she pulled herself up until her pussy rubbed
against his cock. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow and gently
slapped his cock
against her pussy. She moaned at this and dropped herself back down
to the bed. Looking up, she watched him stroke, his hand moving
easily over his cock, knowing that it was driving her wild: the
wanting, the needing.
“Last charge,” he whispered, his voice shaking, “is that you love
me — heart and soul, body and mind.” He looked at her with a total
look of love. “How do you plead?”
“Guilty!” she screamed, and then added, “unless the answer ‘innocent’
will get me fucked quicker, then I change my answer.”
“You’re such a tramp,” he said jokingly, rubbing his cock against her
pussy and watching her raise her hips, in hopes of him taking the
hint.
“I love you, Stephen…” she whispered.
“Right answer,” he said, placing the head of his cock against her and
slowly penetrating. She watched, through squinted eyes, as his cock
slowly disappeared into her pussy. The deeper he pushed, the more she
could feel him throbbing inside of her. He placed his arms at her
sides and leaned into her, pumping harder and watching her closely,
her eyes looked glazed and lost.
“Tell me,” he said, not really knowing what it was that he wanted her
to say.
She let out a moan and rammed her hips up against him; his cock
driving in deeper as his balls rubbed against her ass. “Baby, that
feels so good,” she said slowly, her breathing hard and uneven. “Keep
fucking me, Stephen; don’t ever stop fucking me, baby.”
Her words filled his head and he moaned as he drove his cock into her
deeper and harder, quickening his pace and then slowing down just to
start moving faster again. Her pussy was grasping at his cock,
sucking it in deeper and contracting around it. He could tell she was
going to cum again, so he slowed down and started grinding into her,
pressing hard into her pussy and against her clit.
She was gasping for air, her hands clenched tightly around the bars on
the headboard and her hips moving up hard against him. At the last
second, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her mouth open, and
then she leaned her head back and let out a scream that would have
woken the neighbors, if they had any.
He felt his cock getting squeezed tightly inside of her, and the hot
rush of cum started to leak out of her and ran down and over his
balls. As she shook off the end of her orgasm, he pumped slowly in
and out of her a few more times and then pulled his cock out. Holding
it with one hand, he rubbed it around in her cream, not that it needed
to be any wetter than it was. Running the head down her pussy, he
moved it down until it was against her ass and then looked at her.
Her expression was wild; she looked so turned on that she probably
couldn’t even see straight, and he fought the urge to drive his cock
into her.
“Tell me,” he said, this time knowing what he wanted to hear.
“Fuck my ass, Stephen,” she said, not even hesitating to say the
words.
He moved his hand back to her side and slowly moved his hips down, the
head of his cock disappearing slowly into her ass. She was so tight
around his cock, and he moaned as he moved into her, going deeper and
listening to their combined moans. When his balls were pressed
tightly against her ass again, he looked down at her and began to
slowly pull out, until only the head of his cock was still inside of
her. She raised her hips, silently telling him what he needed to
know,
and he drove into her hard, his cock quickly moving deep into her ass.
He caught his breath as he began to move faster, feeling the cream
from her pussy running down to her ass and her pussy rubbing against
him.
She watched in the mirror as he fucked her, loving the sight of him
moving on top of her. She whispered to him and told him how much she
loved the feeling of his cock inside of her ass. Telling him how she
was enjoying watching them, like a voyeur looking into someone’s
window without their permission, watching them fuck and hearing their
moans. In the mirror, she could see his ass checks clench and she
knew he was close.
“Cum for me, Stephen,” she commanded. “Cum in my ass, baby; let me
hear you and feel you cum inside me.” She tightened her ass around
his cock and then loosened the grip only to tighten it again, pulling
at his cock from inside, feeling it throbbing and jumping inside of
her.
“Trisha!” He gave one final thrust as he let out a loud moan and held
himself there. His body was tense as he came and shook cumming and
moaning, filling her ass as he lay down on her and buried his face in
her neck.
They were motionless for a few moments, but then he regretfully pulled
back from her and looked down, smiling softly at her. She smiled back
and shifted around, saying, “I don’t suppose you’d like to let me go
now, would you?”
He pretended to ponder that and then moved to start unlocking the
cuffs, figuring that being that way for over an hour could make one a
little uncomfortable. When he had put the cuffs back into the drawer,
he snuggled up beside her and held her tight, whispering, “In a little
while, we need to discuss who ate the rest of my cookies.”