Not Done Yet - Part 2

Not Done Yet - Part 2 Not Done Yet - Part 2

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Bert was definitely not done with Lisa yet. He wants to push her out of her comfort zone. Is that possible?

Summary

Bert was definitely not done with Lisa yet. He wants to push her out of her comfort zone. Is that possible?

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Submitted: December 11, 2013

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Submitted: December 11, 2013

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Not Done Yet - Part 2

 

Bert kisses me deep and hard.  I barely had my breathing under control when he takes it away from me again… 

 

Bert takes a pillow and places it towards the head of the four poster bed, then he takes three more and places them about three feet lower.  “Lay on your stomach with your head on the upper pillow and your lower stomach on the 3 pillows.  Place your arms above your head and don’t move them.”  He helps me into position and lightly skims his hands across my shoulders, down my back, slowly down my sides, over my buttocks and then down my left thigh, knee and ankle, moving back up my right ankle, knee and thigh.  He moves his hands up and over my buttocks again.  “Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs then demands, “Spread your legs.”  I move my face towards my outstretched arm to hide my discomfort.  “Just do it Lisa!” He begs firmly.  I spread them slightly feeling the already wet folds get wetter.  “More!”  I give in a little more when suddenly he grabs the inside of my knees and spreads them so wide that they fall off the side of the pillows which effectively holds them apart.  Not being able to see, all I hear is heavy erratic breathing.  I pull my head back a little and out of the corner of my eye I see Bert standing at the end of the bed, his arms stretched out holding onto the two bottom bed posts.  He is staring wildly at my now wide open folds as if they were being presented to him on a silver platter.

 

After a long while Bert walks to the side of the bed and places one arm under the upper pillow and another under the lower pillows.  He scoots me down so that my knees are at the edge of the bottom of the bed.  Running his hands softly up my arms he crosses my wrists above my head.  Bending down he whispers in my ear.  “Baby, I want to push you out of your comfort zone.  I want you to feel things you have never felt before.”

 

“Shit Bert, you’ve already done that!”  I grumble softly with a grin.

 

“Just relax and trust that I will not hurt you.  If it gets too intense, or you need me to slow down, say YELLOW.  Okay Lisa?  Say yellow and I will lessen the intensity or speed; say RED and I will stop immediately.  Understand?”

 

Timidly, I respond. “I think so.”  Uncertainty overwhelms me.

 

“I know this is new to you but I really think you will enjoy how I can make you feel. And I want this, I need this.  Now remember, red I stop, yellow I slow down.  Got it?”

 

“Yes Sir.” I snap.

 

“Lisa I need to be able to trust you to use the words if I push you past your limits.”

 

I roll my eyes and breathe out exasperatedly, “Red stop, yellow slow down.”

 

“Good girl!  He smiles and brushes my hair away from my face. “I want to see your beautiful eyes. Don’t hide your face again.  Use words to tell me what you like and what you don’t.  There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

 

Bert returns to the end of the bed and stands there looking at all my wide open glory again.  He slowly starts to unbutton the shirt he is still wearing.  Not taking his eyes off my sex, he slowly removes it and tosses it on the floor where the rest of our clothes lay.  He walks over and grabs a chair and places it at the bottom of the bed between my legs.  He takes a deep breath and reaches out and separates my butt cheeks, massaging them with his fingers. His thumbs start to massage in a circular motion at the very top of my crack. He quickly moves down towards my anus and I immediately jump. “Too soon,” he says soothingly while continuing to massage my cheeks. He moves down and his thumbs press the area between my anus and my vagina.  Continuing to massage downwards, he lets out a slight chuckle, “You are so wet, so ready. I love how you are reacting to my touch.”  His thumbs then rub the ring around the opening of my vagina.  I lift my hips and he immediately smacks my right butt cheek firmly.

 

“OW!”  I quietly hiss as I suck in a breath.

 

Bert chuckles harder.  “Keep your hips still Lisa and I won’t have to spank you again.”  He continues to massage around my opening and I lift my hips again.  SMACK! This time it’s on the left cheek.  I jump, lifting my hips again; another smack comes on the right side.  He massages both cheeks and places his thumbs back at my opening.  “Jesus, baby you are gushing now.”  Leaning over he looks into my eyes.  “Fuck Lisa, you like this, don’t you?”

 

“Not…really…sir” I whisper hesitantly.  My mind is wondering how I can hate this yet, feeling the increase in pleasure, not want it to stop.

 

Bert replies as if reading my mind, “Ahh, I have a feeling that that is what you think you should say, but your body is telling me otherwise.”  Bert moves both his hands down past my vaginal opening and takes his last 2 fingers and opens my outer labia and with his middle fingers spreads the inner ones.  He lightly massages my labia enjoying the thick glistening wetness now spread over all my folds.  He then lightly touches my hard little bud.  Speaking to it as if to a child, “Hi there little guy.  Want to come out and play?”  I groan in disbelief and the chuckling just gets louder.  Still holding my outer lips open he uses both index fingers to dance over and around my clitoris.  I can’t help but move my hips again, and with glee in his voice, “I will remember this later and spank your ass so hard that you will remember it for days.”  I start to moan.  “You DO like this, don’t you baby?”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

“You like it a lot Lisa.”

 

“Yes Sir.  But I would like it more if…”

 

“If what, my sweet?”

 

“I…want you...”

 

“Just say it Lisa.  Be honest with me.  It’s the only way. Come on sweetheart,” he encourages in a soft voice while still moving his fingers over and around my clitoris.

 

I want you…to fuck me.  Please.”

 

“I will baby, I will, all in due time.”

 

I groan bucking my hips up and down trying to wiggle his fingers towards my dripping wet opening.  My breathing is erratic; the excitement building up inside me. I feel the butterflies taking flight; an electric current shooting through me.  My back arches as I grab my hands together over my head as if in deep prayer.

 

He smacks my right butt cheek and then the left and then back to the right. Not hitting the exact same spot but back and forth on the upper side, outer sides then underneath, then right on my sex.  I continue bucking. Bert places a hand on my lower back then grabs my clitoris and pinches it hard between his thumb and forefinger.  I am on the cusp of coming.  He continues to smack me on my labia and I can hear the wet stickiness as his fingers press into me. “Oh God, yes…yesssss…please, I’m there, oh please…”

 

Then all of a sudden everything stops.  Bert pulls his hands completely off me.  I shriek, “NO...please Bert, Sir, I need to come, please… What are you doing?”  Feeling the tears starting to burn my eyes. “Why?”  In a pleading whimper, “I need to come.”

 

Bert gets up off the chair and leans up over me placing his forearms on either side of my head.  Brushing my hair back away from my eyes, “You will baby, you will, all in due time.”  He suddenly notices the lone tear that has escaped down my cheek.  His body goes rigid. Now raised up on both hands, his eyes staring down at me, his voice becomes angry. “Jesus, Lisa you didn’t say red - or even yellow.  You didn’t say anything.” His eyes wide and dark with anger…or concern…or is it fear?

 

“Were you expecting me to say them?”  I ask leaning up on my elbows trying to turn to get a closer look at his face.

 

“Well no…but I was giving it to you pretty fucking hard and the harder I smacked you the more you…”

 

I cut him off, panting hard, “Bert, I liked it.  Couldn’t you tell?  I was going to come.  I need to come.”

 

Closing his eyes and leaning against my ear he whispers, “But you are crying.  I hurt you.”

 

“Oh God, Bert. I need to come and you stopped so suddenly. I didn’t know why.  I thought I had done something wrong and you are angry with me.”

 

“No Lisa, Oh baby, I am not angry. I just didn’t want you to come because I was punishing you. That’s not the way I want it to be this time.”

 

“But I like it…a lot.”

 

After a long while of contemplation, he calmly questions me. “Sweetheart, are you comfortable trusting me?”  I nod.  “Are you comfortable allowing me to do what I want to you: turning yourself over to me completely?”

 

“Yes” I murmur.

 

 “Can I try something with you that you may not like?  You know you can talk to me, use our safe words.  Will you trust me?”

 

Cautiously I respond, “Of course.”

 

Bert stares at me for several more moments, searching my eyes.  Not really knowing what he is looking for, I nod.

 

He jumps off the bed and goes to the head of it.  He grasps my left arm and pulls it out and wraps a soft rope around my wrist.  It’s not tight and there is a little play to it.  He then walks around to the other side and does the same with my right arm.  The ropes were already there, wrapped around the bedposts, ready and waiting.  This is something he knows.  I hear him shuffling through a drawer next to the bed.  “Close your eyes baby.”  I do as he commands and I feel a soft fabric being placed over my lids and tied gently behind my head.

 

“Are you okay Lisa?”

 

“Yes” I blurt out quickly.  I actually have a dirty sexy sort of naughty girl feeling.  I like it.  The butterflies and electric flashes that had calmed earlier start to take flight again.

 

Bert runs his hand down my back and over my buttocks.  He reaches down and lifts my right lower leg up so that it is bent back onto my thigh.  I feel a soft rope being wrapped around my thigh holding my lower leg in place.  He then pulls my leg gently outward and ties it to the lower bedpost.  He does the same to my right leg, splaying my legs out as far as they can go. It is impossible for me to move. He pulls me down even more towards the edge of the bed.

 

“Talk to me baby.  I need to know you are enjoying this as much as I am.”

 

“I’m okay Bert.”  Not wanting to admit that my legs are a bit uncomfortable yet I feel so turned on. What is he going to do?

 

I can hear him moving around and realize that he is now kneeling between my legs. “God Lisa, you are so beautiful.”  I shudder as I feel his fingers tightly pull open my outer labia.  I can feel his warm breath on my clit.  A loud moan escapes my lips as I feel his tongue touch my inner folds and slowly move up over my clitoris, languishing there, swirling around and over it before moving on to my vaginal opening.  I can hear the swishing of my wetness against his warm tongue.  His tongue curls and starts darting deeply in and out of my vagina. I move my hips in sync with his tongue.

 

Breathlessly I moan, “Oh Bert, please…please…”

 

He moves his tongue on to my anus.  “NO! Bert, NO!”  I pull as hard as I can against the ropes twisting my hips to move his tongue away.  “NO!”

 

Bret pulls up and growls, “Lisa what is the word you are supposed to use if you want me to stop?  DAMN IT, USE IT!  I have to trust you will use it.” He loudly hisses. “Say it!”

 

“RED!  RED!  Bert, NO! RED!

 

“Okay baby,” he softly strokes my buttocks. “That is a hard limit…for now.  Lisa, I have to trust you will use the words whenever you are uncomfortable.”

 

“Yes Bert…Sir…but don’t stop the other…please.”

 

I can feel the ropes on my thighs release.  Bert helps stretch my legs out.  He reaches up and repositions the 3 pillows thrusting my hips even higher off the mattress. My legs still splayed; my knees don’t reach the floor. The top of my feet and shins rest comfortably enough to support me.  He adjusts the pillow under my head and kisses me softly on my head.  He doesn’t say a thing as I hear him move back down between my legs.

 

I feel his finger enter my vagina and move around exploring the smooth walls.  A second finger enters and then a third. He slowly moves them in and out.  I moan loudly, moving my hips back and forth trying to get a rhythm going.  “Bert, please don’t make me beg.”

 

Almost being able to hear him smile, “But darling, I love to hear you beg.”  He pulls his fingers out and I can feel him move into position.  His hands firmly grasp my hips.  I feel his turgid tip at my entrance pushing gently against it. With an erratic voice he commands, “Lisa do you have anything you need to say?”

 

“Fuck me! Let me come.” I hiss deeply.

 

I hear a broken moan that comes from somewhere inside him.  Pulling down on my hips, he thrusts his thighs forward.  Due to my immense wetness he easily slams his cock deeply inside of me hitting my cervix with a force that causes me to draw in a deep breath.  “Oh my God, baby, you feel so good.”  He draws back and slams into me again.  I release a high pitched moan and try to pull my hips away. Realizing my effort, he releases his grip slightly and lets me set the rhythm.  I rock hard against him, feeling his scrotum slap against my clitoris. Keeping the rhythm, he continues to draw back, sometimes leaving me completely, only to slam back into me hitting me to my fullest depth. I love this…

 

Having lost all track of time I can only feel the skyrocketing pressure building in my inner vaginal walls. We are moving at such a feverish pace that I feel myself being pushed forward on the bed.  Bert senses my awkward stance and reaches under my abdomen and pulls me back down.  He continues to move his hand downward firmly pressing between my folds. He rubs lengthwise on my clitoris with his middle finger.  This is all I need to send me across the line of sanity.  My legs straighten stiffly out to the sides, the pillows and Bert’s body now holding them apart.  I grasp the ropes that are holding my wrists and pull them tight.  My breaths are nothing more than small gulps of nothing.  “Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God”My torso twists in a convoluted way and I let out a primal groan.  My whole body begins to convulse in erratic contractions.  I pant wildly.  Somewhere deep inside of me I can feel a moan work its way up; by the time it’s released it is a loud high pitched whine. My whole body is stiff.  Then just as suddenly as the orgasm exploded, it defuses. My body slams back down on the mattress in total exhaustion.

 

Once the convulsing started Burt could not move. All he did was hold on and enjoy the scene unfolding before him.  Once my body relaxed he started to gently rock back and forth inside of me enjoying the mild pulsing that continued to clench around him.  With one last deep thrust that caused my vagina to contract firmly around his cock, he releases his hot thick sperm into me. Now collapsing on top of me, his face nuzzled into my neck, he softly kisses my shoulder while trying to regulate his breathing.  Immediately after gaining some control he reaches up and removes the blindfold.  I blink several times trying to focus.  He gets up on one knee and pulls me up off the pillows, pushing them to the floor. My legs are now resting comfortably on the bed.  Kissing my back and shoulders he moves to my left wrist and releases the rope. Then he moves to the right wrist and does the same.  Clasping my wrists in one hand he places his other hand on my hip and rolls me over.  I lay there, my hands still over my head; I smile softly, searching deeply into his dark hooded eyes.

 

“Are you done with me yet?”

 

“Never!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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