said,
“That’s not what you want. I know what you want, and it’s not for you to take
over from here.” She paused for effect, then,
“What do you want?”
“I want you to take control,” he said, shifting back and forth. His
dick felt ready to explode from how hard it was behind her pussy and ass.
“You want me to take control of…what?” she said, leading him to what
she wanted him to say.
“I want you to take control of me!” he yelled.
“Good,” she said, her pussy leaning up against his cock. Only that last
little bit of fabric was stopping him. She could have sex with him now, get
plowed for her own release, and it might still fit with her plan. No…
She got up. He writhed on the bed, half in ecstasy, half in agony. She
walked over to where she had taken off her waitress pants and pulled a paper
out of the pocket.
“You said the other day that you could help me with my medical bills,”
she said, completely business-like.
He looked shocked, “You want to talk about this now!? Trust me, we can
take care of this later.”
She ignored him. “You mentioned some friends with the Chamber of
Commerce and other doctor friends. I don’t care how you take care of this, but
you’re going to take care of it.”
He smiled. “Yes, yes, the bill will be paid. If that’s what you want,
if that’s your price, you’ve got it. Money is no object. Now, can you come back
into bed.”
She continued, “When this is taken care of, you’ll come to the
restaurant again. Then…” she ran her fingers through her hair, like she was
getting turned on. “Well, then you’ll see how I treat people who begin to
please me.”
He was in shock. “I’ll call them right now, just untie me. Please!”
“One last thing,” she said. “If you ever…” she paused again, and took
a deep breath in. “EVER… want some of this, you won’t make me ask twice.” She
set the paper down on the foot of the bed, and walked back to her clothes.
“What are you doing? Untie me! Please!” he cried out. She ignored him,
putting her pants on, then her shirt. All the time, he cried out and thrashed
against his bonds. “Please! I want you to take control of me! I’ll give you
anything you want! I’ll give you the cash right now for that medical bill.”
That last one was tempting, but she felt like he could still fuck her,
physically and monetarily, if she gave him what he wanted right now.
When she was finished dressing, she walked back up to the foot of the
bed. Her eyes fixated on his dick, she touched her pussy through her dress
pants. “I am so wet just thinking about how our next encounter is going to go,
and how you’re going to please me.” Her eyes wandered up to his chest, to his
face, and their eyes locked. As had happened last week, a blinding light seemed
to come from behind her eyes, and she once again was dizzy. This time, she
managed to turn the wince into what looked like a pleasurable hiss. She knew
she’d be sharing his dreams again tonight.
She again turned and walked away from him, and out the door. “I’ll let
the butler know about you on my way out.” She heard his yells all the way down
the hall, and down into the living room. The butler was awake, reading a
newspaper. He was obviously used to having to drive women home after their
late-night trysts with the master of the house, and she smiled and asked him
for a ride. She had him drop her off at a friend’s house that didn’t live
anywhere near her, in case he decided to track her down.
A couple of blocks away from the end of the trip, she started to tell
the butler about how Mr. Hayes was still tied up on the bed. He laughed and
thanked her for telling him, and said he’d take care of it. Tracy’s friend was
glad to take her in for the evening. As Tracy settled into the couch, she
reflected on the evening. She was exhausted, but she knew that she was going to
have at least one good dream…
***
Again, her dreams were full of sex,
“That’s not what you want. I know what you want, and it’s not for you to take
over from here.” She paused for effect, then,
“What do you want?”
“I want you to take control,” he said, shifting back and forth. His
dick felt ready to explode from how hard it was behind her pussy and ass.
“You want me to take control of…what?” she said, leading him to what
she wanted him to say.
“I want you to take control of me!” he yelled.
“Good,” she said, her pussy leaning up against his cock. Only that last
little bit of fabric was stopping him. She could have sex with him now, get
plowed for her own release, and it might still fit with her plan. No…
She got up. He writhed on the bed, half in ecstasy, half in agony. She
walked over to where she had taken off her waitress pants and pulled a paper
out of the pocket.
“You said the other day that you could help me with my medical bills,”
she said, completely business-like.
He looked shocked, “You want to talk about this now!? Trust me, we can
take care of this later.”
She ignored him. “You mentioned some friends with the Chamber of
Commerce and other doctor friends. I don’t care how you take care of this, but
you’re going to take care of it.”
He smiled. “Yes, yes, the bill will be paid. If that’s what you want,
if that’s your price, you’ve got it. Money is no object. Now, can you come back
into bed.”
She continued, “When this is taken care of, you’ll come to the
restaurant again. Then…” she ran her fingers through her hair, like she was
getting turned on. “Well, then you’ll see how I treat people who begin to
please me.”
He was in shock. “I’ll call them right now, just untie me. Please!”
“One last thing,” she said. “If you ever…” she paused again, and took
a deep breath in. “EVER… want some of this, you won’t make me ask twice.” She
set the paper down on the foot of the bed, and walked back to her clothes.
“What are you doing? Untie me! Please!” he cried out. She ignored him,
putting her pants on, then her shirt. All the time, he cried out and thrashed
against his bonds. “Please! I want you to take control of me! I’ll give you
anything you want! I’ll give you the cash right now for that medical bill.”
That last one was tempting, but she felt like he could still fuck her,
physically and monetarily, if she gave him what he wanted right now.
When she was finished dressing, she walked back up to the foot of the
bed. Her eyes fixated on his dick, she touched her pussy through her dress
pants. “I am so wet just thinking about how our next encounter is going to go,
and how you’re going to please me.” Her eyes wandered up to his chest, to his
face, and their eyes locked. As had happened last week, a blinding light seemed
to come from behind her eyes, and she once again was dizzy. This time, she
managed to turn the wince into what looked like a pleasurable hiss. She knew
she’d be sharing his dreams again tonight.
She again turned and walked away from him, and out the door. “I’ll let
the butler know about you on my way out.” She heard his yells all the way down
the hall, and down into the living room. The butler was awake, reading a
newspaper. He was obviously used to having to drive women home after their
late-night trysts with the master of the house, and she smiled and asked him
for a ride. She had him drop her off at a friend’s house that didn’t live
anywhere near her, in case he decided to track her down.
A couple of blocks away from the end of the trip, she started to tell
the butler about how Mr. Hayes was still tied up on the bed. He laughed and
thanked her for telling him, and said he’d take care of it. Tracy’s friend was
glad to take her in for the evening. As Tracy settled into the couch, she
reflected on the evening. She was exhausted, but she knew that she was going to
have at least one good dream…
***
Again, her dreams were full of sex,
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