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"You're lucky I need you to be able to focus tonight. So, here's the deal. When I say 'go', you're going to rub your cunt against my boot and make yourself come. We both know you're nothing but a whore, so there's not point in trying to keep the noise down. But this is the only time I'll ever let you off the hook this easy. If you play with me again, you'll learn what it means to have to work for your pleasure. All right?"
I nodded, too desperate and horny to think beyond the possibility that there might be another time with her.
"Go."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I fucked myself on her boot as she watched me, amused by the way I writhed and moaned, digging my nails into the palms of my hands. It didn't take long for me to come.
She ran her fingers through my hair. "Well done, Nielsen. I'm pleased with you."
***
It took me a while to clean myself up. After making sure that I was okay and there was nothing I needed, Sarani kissed me and left me alone, only pausing in the doorway to tell me that she hadn't had as much fun in months.
There was no shower in the cabin, but I went into the bathroom and washed myself at the sink, replaying the events of the night over and over in my head. There were some bruises on my arms, thighs and back, but nothing that would show under my clothes. I was suddenly ravenously hungry.
When I got back downstairs, Wygotzki and Cherkov greeted me with wolf whistles and a round of applause that made me want to sink through the floor. Cherkov slapped my back and I fought to hide the wince. Over his shoulder, Sarani grinned at me.
"There's some sandwiches on the counter. We're moving out in thirty minutes."
"Got it," I said.
I finished three sandwiches in a matter of minutes, earning myself another impressed whistle.
"Hey, Nielsen?"
I looked up. Sarani pulled something from her front pocket and held it out to me. It was the cigarette she'd confiscated earlier.
"Go ahead," she said with a nod. "You've earned it."
She leaned over and lit it for me, and I sat back and closed my eyes, taking a deep drag. No cigarette had ever tasted as sweet.
The End.
Mikko, Fit to be Tied
Mikko had not been kidding about moving here. Not only did they move here but they moved only a few houses down from ours. It was nice to have them local as I had grown so weary of the travel needed to see them. My wife h and Mikko had grown to become good friends although my wife, Thanh, was cautious given Mikko's unconventional way of dressing herself. My wife was more of a traditional Asian woman and did not understand what Mikko was trying to accomplish dressing that way.
Mikko was chronically pressing me to repeat
my performance with her with various innuendos. I had never cheated on my wife but I did feel guilty. Mikko's words echoed through my head constantly. Although I did feel guilty she was quite possibly the best fuck of my life. I was clearly on the fence as to what I should do in regards to the situation. Mike was actually hoping it would happen again. He thought it was hilarious as he has known about Mikko's dark desires for quite some time. He was certainly not the jealous type either. He told me how for the next week Mikko was as hot as a cat on a hot tin roof!
A few weeks had passed and my life had returned to some sense of normalcy. My wife had arranged a party in which I was hoping Mikko and Mike might attend. Mike had to work that night and my wife was not really interested in inviting Mikko. Our guests arrived and when were having drinks, I received the phone call.
My wife Thanh answered. "Honey, its Mikko sounds like something is really wrong."
I picked up the phone and heard Mikko on the other end. She clearly sounded distressed. "You need to come here right away. They left...but...not sure when they will be back. Really need your help here. Can't even see what is going on. Please come now!"
She hung up the phone and it was a dire situation. I told Thanh what happened and that I had to go for a while. She was in complete agreement. Although she was not invited she told me that I should bring her over. Her tone had truly scared us both.
I ran down the street and the house was pitch black. It was perfect cover for whoever wished to do ill will to this house or anyone in it. I rang the doorbell and Mikko was nowhere to be seen. I rang it again and heard no one inside so I noticed the door was unlocked and wandered inside. I yelled Mikko's name and heard some stirrings upstairs.
"I am up here. Come up." She pleaded.
I made my way fumbling up the stairs as best I could. I used my cell phone as a kind of light but it was far too dark to see more than a few feet in front of me. Although it had been a short time that they had been living there it was well furnished. I could hear Mikkos pleas coming from behind her closed bedroom door. I came to the top of the stairs and opened the door. It was jet black inside, I could hear Mikko but I really could not see far into the room. I walked into the room and immediately tripped and fell on my face.
"SON OF A BITCH" I yelled out as i slammed my head on the ground. I thought I heard Mikko chuckle a bit but I could have been hearing things too. "Whats the deal, why are you in here by yourself with no lights?"
"I can't move at the moment. They turned off the lights. You need to get the flashlight on the nightstand by the door. Its the only thing on it you can't miss it."
