Ayse´s story (a new series?)

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Ayse´s story (a new series?)Ayse let him pour some more red wine. She rarely drank, but this was a special occasion.“I think that I…i am getting cold feet…”“No, you´re not.”He was merely stating it. There was no aggression in his voice. She took a deep breath, before she took another sip. It was an early Wednesday afternoon in April, both k**s were away on as week-long camp with school and her husband were also away, on a 3 day convention in Stockholm.She had been born and raised here, but she would still as Turkish and as a Muslim, although not a very strict one. She had been toying with the idea of having a lover, but she had never meant to go through with it. That was one of the down-sides of the internet; one could so easily get to click a few times too much. “But…”“Let me have your hand now..” he interrupted. He was very calm. When she was reluctant to react, he gently took her by the wrist, held it firmly. She could not remember the last time a stranger, a man had touched her. She could feel how she was flushing and that really annoyed her. She would have liked to appear cool, at all times. “We talked about things like this, “ he said, “ I am sure you remember that”She frowned. She did, but that had not been person to person, but by e-mail. This was very different, even though she had a suspicion that her husband was seeing some-one on the side. Ayse looked at the man for a brief moment, then looked down again. “Now..” he began, as he stepped a little closer to her, “I want you to…turn around…”Her jaw dropped. He was certainly moving fast. She twitched a little as he put his other hand on her wide hip, helping her turn. Even though it was early afternoon, she was not dressed, wearing her housecoat that was carefully closed as much as possible. She had showered and had done her usual make up, but something had stopped her from dressing properly. And suddenly he had rung her door-bell, not even being too early, and she had reluctantly let him in. He was in disguise; dressed as a plumber, just in case the neighbors should be a bit too curious, but she knew that his real job was something completely different. He grabbed her other yalova escort wrist. Held both her arms down her sides for a while. Then he slowly took her arms behind her back. Her heart was beating much faster now. Then he took both her wrists and held them in one of his hands. Was his grip a bit firmer now?She thought so!He had one hand free. He gently brushed hair away from her shoulder.“I am sure you can remember our conversation, Ayse..”“Yes, but..”“No, no but…We talked about that, too. I am sure you remember” he interrupted. She nodded quickly. She did remember, but she just kind of had changed her mind, now that things had become much more real; now that things were happening. His free hand was resting on her hip. “Can…can I get free now? She asked.“No, that is not what we agreed upon…”Ayse swallowed. They had made an agreement something like that, it was still in her mail-program, hidden in a folder labeled “shoes”, just in case her husband should ever snoop in her many e-mails. Which she doubted anyway.“You were very…adamant about me not letting you change your mind, remember?”She said nothing. Everything had been so different a few days ago, when she had been on the computer and there still was time to back out. To simply not open the door, or even be at home. A bit late for thinking about that now. Very slowly, his hand began to wander, from her hip and towards the front of her body. She sighed and closed her brown eyes. “I am sure that you will love this” he said softly. This was not really happening. As she opened her eyes, she could see the both of them, in the large mirror on the wall, across from the dining-table. His fingers were playing with the knot that held her housecoat carefully closed. He had undone the first of the two knots she had tied so meticulously not many minutes earlier. She tried not to think about the e-mails they had exchanged. She had been rather specific, about how she wanted things to be. Much too specific. Or just honest.“Lovely, horny little slut..” he said softly. The second knot was being opened now. She could feel how the housecoat fell open and how he was trying to get the belt free from escort yalova the nooks, without ruining it. Ayse had been so indecisive this morning, could not decide what to wear, or to even let him into the house. Then, suddenly, he had rung the door-bell. Therefor, she was just wearing a tiny, black silk-camisole under the housecoat. She could feel how she blushed. The man finally got the belt free, without destroying anything. She moaned softly, it was real, it was actually happening!He then let go of her hands. Ayse took a small step forwards. “Take it off…that thing there..” he said. His fingers were touching the housecoat. She made a tiny, high-pitched sound. Her husband very rarely saw her undressed. It felt so very wrong to do this, so quickly, in front of him. After all, she hardly knew him. She let the house coat slide off her shoulders and then put it over the back of an easy-chair. She could feel how she was blushing and it annoyed her!She wanted to play this cool!He grabbed a hold on one of her wrists again. He was still behind her. “Since you are new to this, I shall try to be very gentle, Ayse…”His voice was deep and soft. She tried to see if she could get her hand free with a single hard pull and when that was unsuccessful, she let out a soft moan. “Perhaps it will be best if I tire you up a bit…“No, please…” she pleaded.“When you have come this far, we both want this to be a good experience, don´t we?”He had a point there, but she was NEVER going to admit that. His other hand was around her waist. At least not with words. He was moving backwards now, towards the hallway. “So…stand on your knees…and put both your hands toward the railing, Ayse…”He had let go of her. Now was her chance to tell him off. To once and for all to tell him that she had changed her mind about their deal.“Please…” she said in stead, grabbed around the railing´s end post and slowly got onto her knees on the cool marble look-a-like floor. She saw how he began to tie her hands with the belt from her house coat. This WAS happening!“Much easier this way, Ayse “ he mumbled as he tied the belt to both her wrists and the post. Getting free yalova escort bayan on her own would not be impossible but neither would it be easy. But for now she was kind of helpless and as strange as this may sound, it actually helped her relax a little. Now all she could do was what she was told to do. “Now, how much time do we have, girl?” he asked, gently stroking her head. She cleared her throat before speaking:“He said he would call before dinner….But I am not sure when their meetings will be finished…maybe around 5 or 6…sir”“Very, good, Ayse.”She slowly closed her brown eyes. She was helpless. He would have to tell he what to do and she would have to respond. “My lovely little whore….”She gasped softly. No-one had ever called her that before. When she opened her eyes, she could see her self in the large mirror. She could also see that his hands were somewhere around his fly. She heard that well-known sound of a zipper being pulled down. She leaned back towards him, just a tiny, tiny bit. He had placed a hand on her face, on her cheek and he was gently turning her head. She could smell the detergent from his blue work pants and she could smell the soap from his skin. She closed her eyes again. His penis!She could feel it against her other cheek. “Say hi to your new best friend, bitch..”Her jaw dropped. No-one talked to her like that.!Ayse could feel the head of his member on both her lips now. He was larger than her husband. She looked up at him while she let her tongue lick. He held her head with both his hands right now. Back in the living room, her phone beeped with an incoming text message. “Can I…”“No,” he interrupted, “not yet…”Then he took one step si
deways. Now he was almost in front of her, leaning up against the staircase.Her head was still in his firm grip.“It is my plan that you need to earn such privileges, Ayse..She made a muffled sound. The head of his cock was in her mouth now, filling it. How did this have to happen, and so soon. He could not have been in the house for more than 15 minutes, at most. But here she was, sucking his big cock, like she rarely suck her own husband.“You do realize that will probably take more than a few hours, don´t you, bitch?”Her reply was unintelligible, her mouth being filled already. His breathing was already heavy. Surely he was not going to that…“Yeah, bitch..”Her head jerked as he came. There was no escaping it.

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