July 4th
I was sitting on the couch when the doorbell
rang but my automatic door opener functioned exactly as designed. About a
half-second after the chiming sound echoed through my apartment, a flurry of
eight year old arms and legs shot out of the back bedroom, passed me at close
to the speed of sound, and then barreled down the hall until the sound of 55lbs
of running child slamming into the front door came back to me. I presumed, from
the lack of crying or screams, that my daughter’s attempt at slowing down had
been successful and a moment later I heard the tell-tale squeak of the hinges
as she opened up our apartment.
“Oh! Hello Aunt Julie!” Rachel said with a grin.
“Is that for me?” Rachel asked eagerly. I heard a rustling of paper and sighed.
My various visitors had taken to bringing my daughter gifts, following in my
best friend Kari’s tradition of spoiling the kid.
“Well, this one is. And make sure you use your
headphones. It won’t work properly without it. This other one is for your
mother.” I heard Rachel’s “oohhh! Thank you!” as the appropriate package
was handed over and then it was like everything happened in reverse. The door
shut and the automatic door opener rushed back into her room at light speed. As
if nothing had ever happened. I twisted, looking over my shoulder to see Julie
come into the living room.
“Morning, princess!” Julie said sweetly, running
her fingers along my shoulders before coming around the sofa. “How are you this
morning?”
I paused and took a moment to study the young
woman standing before me. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jean shorts
that showed off her very long, abnormally thin legs, along with a pair of flip
flops that admittedly did her dainty feet justice. She wore a polo shirt that
did little to conceal her small bosom, but it did look cute on her. Her
chocolate colored hair, which was more a shade of dark cocoa than milk, curled
around her face and she looked down on me with a smile that was so heartfelt
and real that I felt a warm tingle go all the way through me. It’s hard not
to be looked at like that and not feel loved.
Or wanted.
I gave her an answering grin. “Good I suppose.
Though admittedly I’m a little desperate,” I warned her with a smirk and a
wink. She nodded in appreciation and sat down on the loveseat to my right.
“Tough day yesterday?” She asked, crossing her
legs and laying her arms out along the back of the loveseat. She wasn’t wearing
a bra and I could see the raised bumps of each nipple. She set a wrapped box
down on the cushion next to her while I resisted the urge to go over and remind
myself what she tasted like. She looked so scrumptious.
Instead I shrugged. “Not so much. Ben wa balls
aren’t that difficult to deal with,” I replied. “And it certainly wasn’t worth
the punishment you subscribed.” That last bit came out a little snarky and
Julie grinned, shrugging her shoulders.
“Sounds like it worked exactly as intended. You
spent the day with two little balls rolling around in the soft, wet pussy of
yours, pushing you to cum, and instead of giving in, you held off and decided
to make today even worse. I love it!” Her eyes flashed brightly. “Are you
ready?” She asked, grabbing the box and leaning forward, her face eager.
I looked up from my little cocoon of blankets
and pillows and glanced with trepidation at her wrapped gift. “What? Don’t I
get a last meal or something?” I asked playfully as she leaned forward.
“You mean a final opportunity to cum before I
lock you into the belt?” She retorted, then shook her head. “Sorry. No. That’s
not how this works.” She stood up and gestured me to get up, leaving the box
there on the loveseat. Letting me stew. “If you’re cooperative, I might give
you an immediate opportunity to buy stimulation though.”
I frowned. “You can’t seriously mean to lock me
into the chastity belt for a week.” It came out like a statement, but the
underlying question was certainly there.
Julie shrugged. “I’m not the one who pissed off
Kari.”
My mouth opened wide. “I didn’t piss off Kari!
She made unreasonable demands of me!” I protested, standing up. The blankets
fell off me and revealed the tee shirt and gym shorts I was wearing. I put my
bare feet down on the floor and took a step toward her, the crimson color of my
hair matching my nails. “I don’t think this is very fair.”
Julie studied me for a moment then closed the
distance between us. She brought her hands up, placed her palms on my
shoulders, and then slowly slid her hands down my front until she was touching
my breasts.
“No bra,” she murmured softly, making a soft
circling motion. I let out a tiny groan as my nipples hardened instantly. Her
palms felt amazing, even with the cotton shirt between her hands and my
breasts. Then suddenly she wrapped her arms around me, her mouth falling on
mine as she slid her hands up under my shirt, along my spine. I couldn’t help
it. I kissed her back, loving the wave of sweet bliss that seemed to pour over
me.
Julie didn’t just kiss me. Her hand went up my
back and then down again, pushing through the waistband of my shorts, dipping
beneath my panties, cupping and squeezing my bottom. Her fingers left me
tingling as she kneaded my flesh even as her other hand slid under my left arm.
Her nails traced little lines of pleasure up along my belly, finding the tip of
my breast and tweaking the nipple, just enough to leave me gasping.
“Now,” she whispered in my ear, her lips
lingering along my jaw. “We are going to go into your bedroom.” Her knee came
up, pressing hard between my legs and I took a step to the side, opening my
thighs as she ground her leg into my pussy.
“And you are going to take off all your clothes
for me. And no more of this objecting shit. You’ll accept everything. Do you
understand?”
I nodded frantically. “Yes mistress!” I
whispered back, not wanting to attract Rachel’s attention, regardless of
headphone games. Julie gave my nipple another pinch and let go of my bottom,
stepping back as she extracted her arms from my clothing. I stood there swaying
as she turned and grabbed the package, then swung around the loveseat and
headed down the hall toward my bedroom.
I took a deep breath, feeling just a touch light
headed. I realized I was trembling, though whether from anticipation or fear I
wasn’t sure. One thing I did know was that I was soaked, my pussy so wet that I
could have been mistaken for a swamp, my damp petals pressed against the moist
cotton of my panties. As Julie disappeared I summoned the courage to follow
her. I kicked my blankets aside and hurried after. I went all the way back to
my room and shut the door behind me. Julie stood in the far corner, waiting.
“Now come here,” she said, pointing at the spot in front of her. I moved around my bed and did as I was told. “Take off your clothes. All of them,” she ordered.
I hesitated for only a moment. “Julie, just
remember that…” I began as I pulled off my shirt.
“I’m fully aware of our unintentional audience,”
she interrupted. “Why did you think I brought the new game for her DS?” Julie
asked, referring to Rachel’s present. “Now, put your hands behind your head and
stay quiet.”
I blinked as I tossed the shirt aside. “Stay
quiet? What do you mean?” I asked as I interlaced my fingers behind my head and
gave her a confused look.
