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Home Alone

She woke up alone, in a strange bed. The events of the past 36 hours were a complete blur – the long flight, the nervousness and anticipation of finally meeting in person, the realization that the sexual chemistry they had experienced long distance was even stronger when they were physically near each other. Too tired to do much of anything when she finally got there, she tried in vain to stay awake but it was all too much. She vaguely remembered him caressing her bare form in the morning and then leaving (was it actually morning? Her internal clock was completely unreliable at this point) muttering about something needing finishing at the office. But now she looked outside and it was growing dark…where could he possibly be?

Thinking about him caressing her….unconsciously, as if to reassure herself, her hands started following the path his had taken hours before. Down over her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardness. Over her waist, her soft stomach…trailing ever lower, until her hand was completely covering her pussy. Slowly, she started stroking her clit, a finger on each side, teasing it out of its hood…thinking about all the things he had promised to do to her, her slit getting wetter and wetter. She slid her fingers into herself, rubbing her clit with her thumb, fucking herself with her fingers harder and harder, writhing from side to side, completely lost in the fantasy…

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He stood in the doorway watching her, unable to believe what he was seeing. Months of anticipation, of wanting this woman…it had been a supreme test of willpower to keep his hands off her last night, but he knew she was completely exhausted from the flight. He wanted to take her when she was awake, aware, eager for him…and so, he let her sleep. But he couldn’t resist touching her while she slept, watching her glorious body react to him, hearing her soft sighs…he had gone into the office simply to let her rest, and got tied up much longer than he had expected. All he could think about was coming home, and doing to her what she was doing to herself right now….

Knowing that she couldn’t see him where he was standing, watching her pleasure herself…he had never seen anything so erotic. He couldn’t believe how aroused he was getting, his hard cock straining against his trousers, the tip of it wet…pulsing, throbbing with need for her. He took off his jacket and started loosening his tie…and suddenly an idea occurred to him.

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Oh, god…eyes closed, writhing about on his bed…she swore she could hear his breathing, smell his manly scent…she started rubbing herself harder and harder, working herself into a frenzy. She was right on the verge of an in intense orgasm when suddenly strong arms grabbed both her wrists.

“Couldn’t wait for me, could you? Bad, naughty little girl….”

She opened her eyes, but by now it was completely dark…she couldn’t see anything, he had shut the door into the hall so the light was no longer coming in. She felt something silky wrapping around her wrists, her arms being lifted above her head…a man’s necktie, fastening her wrists to the iron bed frame.

“Those hands have been way too busy…”

He turned on the small bedside lamp and just looked at her, tied there, helpless…nipples erect, pussy lips wet and glistening…he wanted to taste her so badly. Slowly he lowered his mouth to her breast, taking the nipple in his mouth…first one and then the other, teasing them, lightly biting them, hearing her moan and gasp. His mouth released her breast, and he started licking her…slowly down her stomach, down lower, down to that throbbing clit…he it took in his mouth and started sucking lightly.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” she moaned, straining against her bonds, trying to move her hips back and forth but he had her pinned to the bed, totally focused on pleasuring her. He placed one hand on her stomach to hold her down and moved the other to her wet slit, still working her clit with his tongue, sliding two fingers deep inside her, making her cry out, fucking her with his fingers, echoing what she was doing earlier. Never in her wildest dreams did she think it could be this good, so sensual and raw at the same time. She could feel the wave building inside her, desperate for release…inevitable, irresistible, overwhelming…she screamed his name as it finally broke, crest after crest after crest…he kept his fingers inside her and his mouth on her, feeling her convulse, riding out the orgasm with her, her cries and moans nearly effecting his own release.

She opened her eyes after a moment, and looked up into his smiling face.

“Welcome to Oz”