A lit­tle color as Simon cleans up, and I wait patiently.

So as it turns out we didn’t need to be as quiet or slow as I’d thought and Ava han­dled stealth like a pro.  We came home late from our date but as we approached our apart­ment build­ing we made a detour to a base­ment level entrance that is never used this late.  I don’t remem­ber why we decided to head that way.

As soon as the door shut I was spun around and slammed hard against the wall.  I’m stronger than Ava but nine months of tot­ing our baby around com­bined with booze and sur­prise ren­dered me unable to react.  By the time I even reg­is­tered any­thing Ava was forcibly remov­ing my belt and bit­ing my neck; telling me what was going to hap­pen while squeez­ing my cock through my unzipped jeans.  My resis­tance melted as her grip tightened.

Whis­pered con­ver­sa­tion about need­ing just a lit­tle more pri­vacy led us to a stor­age locker hall­way around the cor­ner from where we were stand­ing; it’s secluded and locked and dark.  With my pants undone and falling down and my belt wrapped around Ava’s hand, I was pushed to unlock the door and get inside with a sharp com­mand and nip from the belt.  As I turned to lock the door behind us Ava pulled my pants and briefs all the way down; leav­ing me exposed and breath­less in the dark.  Some harder slaps from the belt and I was on my knees with my face pressed to the dirty floor while Ava strad­dled my back.  From my posi­tion my hands were pinned under­neath me and I could see under the door out into the hall­way; from hers, Ava could do what­ever she wanted.

I was well and thor­oughly handled.

After the rapid sequence that brought me to the floor Ava seemed to take her time; lulling me to relax with gen­tle touches from her hands and tongue, suck­ing on my balls and teas­ing my ass.  As I relaxed and began to moan I felt an amaz­ing sting from the belt I for­got she had; the slaps and her words brought me back to where I was.  The semi-public space forced me to keep silent as she con­tin­ued to work over my ass with her hands and my belt, pen­e­trat­ing me with her fin­gers and tongue, stroking my cock hard and fast, then back to the spanking…

I don’t remem­ber how long this went on but I was not allowed to cum.  Even­tu­ally I was brought up to stand­ing by my hair and told to dress.  I was given fur­ther instruc­tions about what would hap­pen once we were back in our apart­ment.  I would con­tinue to be her toy, only this time in silence.

As we walked upstairs Ava reminded me that I had just been beaten, sucked, slapped, spanked and pen­e­trated on the dirty floor of a stor­age locker hall­way.  She told me next time there would be pic­tures, she would take her time, and not worry about how I felt.  As we reen­tered “nor­mal“ life my head was swim­ming with anticipation.

My mom is stay­ing with us for a few days to take over for Ava with the baby and give us a break and a chance to get to a con­cert.  It’s fan­tas­tic that she does this but the house is small enough that it puts a bit of a limit on our sex lives.  Not that there isn’t plenty of fun to be had, we just have to have it qui­etly.  Too bad too because I woke up this morn­ing want­ing to the be gagged, spanked, fucked and used.  Not a quiet pass-time.  So when we get home tonight a bit tipsy from a night out it’ll be stealth sex; quiet oral or slow love.  I’m cer­tainly not complaining.

Sug­ges­tions wel­come on any­thing else we might be able to do with­out a sound!

I will look for­ward to the other stuff later next week though

P.S. a new Leather / Latex shop in the neigh­bor­hood has us excited and think­ing.  More on that soon

Last Sun­day morn­ing I was stand­ing at the sink when Ava passed behind me and slapped my (naked) ass.  It wasn’t entirely play­ful.  Or maybe it was; but The effect was star­tling.  My breath went away for a moment; my knees got weak; I wanted more, harder…

Since then the pen­du­lum has swung a few times; I know I should com­mit some para­graphs to these things, but when my mind wan­ders it goes back some­times to the sink, then to my knees, then hog tied on the bed, gagged and blind­folded, not know­ing whats next…

… Maybe next week.  Right now Ava’s being a good girl, doing what she’s told will­ingly and imme­di­ately.  There’s no rea­son to let that pass (though she is like that often).  That’s a post for later.  After we’ve had some beer and she’s show­ered and shaved.

The bench was off the path, maybe not as far as it should have been, but far enough for us.  The com­bi­na­tion of flirt­ing and drinks had us want­ing more, and want­ing it right then.

He sat on the bench and pulled me between his legs.  A smile showed on his face as he reached up my skirt and slowly began to pull down my panties.  I knew not to protest, not right now, that wasnt the game, and it was obvi­ous by my wet­ness how much I wanted him.  I qui­etly stepped out of the panties, leav­ing them on the ground.  A treat for some wild ani­mal or old man.  Pulling me closer he lifted my skirt and kissed my wet pussy, bur­ry­ing his face in it and lick­ing from top to bot­tom.  A moan escaped me as he pulled my leg up beside him, rest­ing it on the bench so that he could shove his tongue deep inside me.  My bal­ance left me and I swayed, but he con­tin­ued, grip­ping my ass in his hands, hold­ing me up, fuck­ing me with his mouth until I shook.

Care­fully he set my foot back on the ground, let­ting me regain my bal­ance, as he pulled out his cock.  I dropped to my knees.  I could see a tiny drop of cum on the tip, shin­ing on top of his long hard cock, and I took it with the tip of my tongue before tak­ing the rest in my mouth.  As I sucked and licked his fan­tas­tic cock I saw a cou­ple guys walk by, behind the bench, and I heard a slight laugh.  It made my smile as I took him all the way in and sucked hard, mak­ing him moan for our observers as well.  He groaned as I fon­dled his balls and I saw the cou­ple pause and back into the shad­ows.  It seemed as if they were stay­ing to watch the show.  Lick­ing his shaft up and down he had finally had enough and told me he wanted to be inside me.

His cock slid in quickly, my pussy was so wet.  And we both let out a moan when he was deep inside.  I rode him hard, bounc­ing up and down, look­ing in the direc­tion of the shad­ows, until he pushed me hard onto his cock and pulled my shirt down.  Tak­ing my breasts in his hands he sucked my nip­ples hard, one after the other, mak­ing me moan, and then push­ing hard into me until I came, soak­ing his cock, and cry­ing out.

He sucked my breasts a lit­tle harder, get­ting every moan out of me he could before push­ing me to the side and stand­ing up.  My hands he placed on the back of the bench as he lifted my skirt and slammed into me from behind.  As he pounded away at me I saw the shad­ows move some, I heard muf­fled voices, and with every thrust he became more vocal.  “I’m going to cum all over your ass” he moaned right as he pulled out and coated me with his hot cum.  I just stood there, ass exposed, drip­ping wet as he pulled up his pants.

Pulling me up he kissed me pasion­ately, and whis­pered, “lets give them a sou­ve­nier”.  I straight­ened my clothes and he quickly bent down and picked up my dis­carded panties.

We walked toward our watch­ers, they seemed too stunned to move.  As we passed Simon tossed them the panties, “Next time, come say hello, maybe we’ll let you play too…”

The morn­ing after a night when I had sex with Ava while she was sleep­ing (or half asleep) she feels the need to apol­o­gize for being so out of it. Every time I tell her it’s ok, I don’t mind, if I had wanted her more awake I would have woken her up.

Some­times I like it like that.

I didn’t sat­isfy myself.  I liked the idea of hold­ing off until later when I had time to relax and let Ava take care of me.  Any thoughts on how that should happen?

Our sched­ules don’t always allow morn­ing play…together that is…

We man­aged to break the couch the other night hav­ing sex.  It’s not new but its a sturdy Room & Board couch.  We were fuck­ing pretty hard though.  So tonight; along with look­ing for a play­mate for Ava on Craigslist, I’ll be look­ing for another couch.

Con­tin­ued on from Part 3.

We rode in silence, nei­ther Simon nor I know­ing where we were going.  He had helped me to the car, as the boots were as Kate had men­tioned, not designed for walk­ing.   I could feel the eyes of the dri­ver on me, I could see his eyes in the mir­ror look­ing at the three of us, intrigued and aroused, but timid.  Finally his curios­ity got the best of him, “Where are you three off to tonight?” he almost stut­tered.  Kate smiled her amaz­ing smile, “an art show­ing, do you like art?”  she asked him, but her eyes were trained on me.  “Well, I don’t know…I guess it depends..” he mum­bled.  “I think you would like the art at this show”.   The car stopped.  As Simon helped me out and towards the door Kate leaned in to pay the dri­ver.   With the cash, she handed him a small card, “This is an invi­ta­tion, if you feel like stop­ping by the show.”  The dri­ver stut­tered again and drove off, leav­ing Kate with a wry smile.

The build­ing was very plain, it appeared to be a ware­house from the out­side, I couldn’t imag­ine what type of art show would be in such a build­ing, but when we walked in every­thing fell together.  The space was huge, beau­ti­fully lit, clean and sparse.  There was art on the walls, huge pho­tographs, paint­ings, draw­ings, all erotic and explicit.  There were empty pedestals and an assort­ment of sleek benches, tables and chairs.  We appeared to be early.  “Ava?” All it took was a look and I knew what she wanted.  I went to my knees and crawled to her side.  “Very good, now come with me.”  I crawled slowly behind her as we crossed the room.  The floor was cold and smooth, and I was glad to be crawl­ing on it as opposed to try­ing to stay upright in my boots.  We reached a pedestal and she motioned for me to climb onto it.  “This is your place tonight Ava, you’re here to help me show off the cre­ations that you’re wear­ing.”  My face must have shown my anx­i­ety.  “It’s easy Ava, you will just be kneel­ing unless some­one asks you to move, do what­ever they ask as long as you remain on this pedis­tal.  These are impor­tant friends Ava, I expect you to co-operate, you under­stand don’t you?”  I could only nod.  She bent down and kissed me, her lips melt­ing into mine, her tongue teas­ing mine, then she pulled away draw­ing my lips with her until she was stand­ing straight again.  As she walked away I heard her, “I know you’ll be fan­tas­tic Ava, as will Simon.”  I real­ized I didn’t know where Simon had gone.

The crowd was sparse at first, a few peo­ple here and there.  Observ­ing the pho­tos, look­ing at sculp­tures, and apprais­ing me.  Soon though the crowd began to thicken, con­ver­sa­tions became louder, drinks we poured.  The guest began to get more bold.  It began with sub­tle touches, a hand slid­ing across the bot­tom of the corset, a teas­ing kiss to my boots.   From the other side of the gallery I began to hear more of a com­mo­tion, laugh­ter, applause, and to my sur­prise moan­ing.  I looked over to see what was hap­pen­ing.  I must have gasped, because as the guest pulled me to my feet she laughed.  From my posi­tion now that I was stand­ing I could see Simon.  He was still in his suit but had been laid on a chaise of sorts.  If Simon hadn’t been laid across it it would have never been seen as fur­ni­ture at all.  A large arc, the apex of adjustable height.  It was art, but it had pur­pose.  He had been per­fectly posi­tioned so that his mouth was avail­able on one side, and his cock on the other.  Both were being suf­fi­ciently used, and that had caused the com­mo­tion.  Simul­ta­ne­ously Simon was tak­ing a cock down his throat while his was being eagerly devoured.    I just stood, watch­ing, amazed.  I didn’t even real­ize that Kate had come back.

With­out a word she slipped he hand between my legs and a fin­ger into my pussy.  She stared into my eyes as she worked her fin­ger around, gath­er­ing wet­ness and cre­at­ing more, before care­fully push­ing me back to my kneel­ing posi­tion.  As she turned to walk away she stopped, whis­pered some­thing into one of the guests ear, ran her fin­ger across his lips, then con­tin­ued back into the crowd.  Any ques­tion as to whither or not it was alright to touch the “art” was answered by not only Kate, but by the show that was going on by Simon.  The guests that began by sub­tly touch­ing now made their desires know and the talk of “posi­tion­ing” became very clear.

By the time I saw Kate again the crowd had thinned.  I was on my back, the pos­tion I had been left in, and thank­ful for the rest.  She knelt beside me and traced the out­line of my breasts, before run­ning her fin­gers down the front of my corset and rest­ing right above my pussy.  “You need a shower…“she said.  She was right.  I had been used well, and although most guests took great care not to sully Kate’s cre­ations they still man­aged to leave their marks on me.  Rivulets of cum dripped down my legs, a glossy sheen coated my exposed breasts, and my lips still tasted of a guests pussy.  She leaned down over me and brushed her lips against mine, and in doing so made my breath quicken and my pussy gush.  “Simon will be over shortly to help you back to the car,” she spoke softly, her lips brush­ing against mine, “I am look­ing foward to hav­ing you to myself.”

Simon approached as she walked away, and we both made out way out to the taxi in a sort of a daze, won­der­ing what could pos­si­bly come next.