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By *aul-C OP TV/TS
2 weeks ago
Winsford |
Going out dressed is a risqué business and ever so exciting, when my wife went away for the night with her friend to London to see a show I had a plan.
My heart was pounding as I started dressing in my carefully selected outfit. The rain was lashing down as it had been for most of the day but that didn’t bother me. I had a below the knee coat I could wear and I quite liked my feet getting wet in nylon stockings and strappy high heels.
Soon I was admiring myself in our full length mirror, sheer black nylons, plain ones for a change but with a deep welt contrasted beautifully with my lemon 6-strap suspender belt and matching lace lined briefs and cleavage flaunting plunge bra.
It was in that moment, and with my patent sling back heels setting off my look perfectly, that an idea formed in my head and within seconds I was spinning on my 4” heels and heading downstairs.
Soon I was again in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring myself from all angles and refining the look. The blouse and the skirt had sadly not made the cut but my knee length rain coat had and with a few buttons at the bottom open ample leg was going to be on show should I see fit.
Minutes later I was in my car and heading off into the countryside, an area I drive to quite a lot because it has lovely villages, is generally quiet and provides ample opportunity for me to stop, go for a brief walk before, and often quickly returning to the car with a rampant heart beat!
As I approached a place where I could stop and get out I glanced at my watch and noted my heart rate was higher than normal although 85 wasn’t bad driving in the rain and dark down a narrow lane.
I stopped the car, dimmed the lights and prepared to get out, there were houses but all set back from the road and so not particularly dangerous. Nonetheless I pressed the button to raise the tailgate as if I needed an excuse to get out in the inclement weather.
As I planted my right stiletto on the road my stocking tops were clearly on show and I consciously held the coat as I got out to curiously ensure I did not show too much 
What goes on in our minds at these times I don’t know but I sort of looked for some reason of normality in my boot and then reaching up to the edge of the tailgate I pressed the button and after a very loud beep, well it seemed loud to me, the gate closed.
As the gate was closing I of course furtively looked around, I was oddly breathing quite heavily but nevertheless I adjusted a suspender that didn’t need adjusting before jumping back in the car rather quickly.
Being a hybrid the car silently pulled away from the side of the road and I caught a glimpse of my watch, this time, no pun, my heart was pounding at 143 beats per minutes and I didn’t need the digital tech to tell me I was very excited!
The thrill of being out of the car, in the rain, my stockinged feet were already wet, was tremendous and I was already thinking where could I park next, get out the car and enjoy the adrenalin rush all over again.
20 minutes later I was still enjoying driving in my heels, my heartbeat was down to a mere 82 and having been out my house for over 35 minutes I was concerned it would be sensible to go home and I’d miss out on another thrill.
Turning down a lane, a few houses around and although not a cul-de-sac it did look like it narrowed dramatically and I got concerned about getting stuck. Concerned enough to bottle out and turning briefly into another side road I turned around to go back out to the main road.
However, immediately to my left was like a lay-by, maybe a car and a half in length so I pulled in, dimmed the lights again, noted the rain had stopped and impulsively opened another of my coat buttons before pressing the button, that beep seemed ever louder, and I opened the drivers door to get out.
Walking around to the back of the car I felt the chill of the breeze on the flesh above my stocking tops, that alone must have raised my heart beat, as did reaching deep into my boot to adjust something that wasn’t actually there
Again, I adjusted a perfectly fitted suspender belt, but this time I did so whilst sitting on the tail of the boot, my coat almost wide open, exposing a lot of my legs which I duly admired. My heart was pumping and without thinking I reached up to press button to close the tailgate.
I squealed as I swung to my left with surprise and shock as something moved in the shadows and frozen I couldn’t move, I was like a rabbit in the headlights, expect there were no lights, just darkness and a deep voice saying.
“Is everything OK, do you need help ?”
Looking around I couldn’t see anyone, so I kind of just stood there although I clearly started edging to my left and the safety of my driver’s door because the voice spoke again.
“Oh I’m sorry I startled you, do you need help ?”
I was still processing this, very slowly I might add when suddenly he was well inside my personal space and when he spoke this time there was a tinge of surprise in his voice.
“Oh dear, oh erm I mean, well I say, anyway, erm Miss, do you need help, I’m only trying to help”
The game was clearly up, but I still spoke softly, trying to mask my voice, when the heavens opened. I hadn’t managed to get any words out other than “Oh I think I’m OK thanks”
Think?? What was I thinking to say that pathetic response which had jumped straight into my head and out again without any conscious input from me and in my rather confused state I only heard him sort of mumble in reply, I didn’t respond because I had no idea what he had said.
He was now around 6-7 feet away, I could barely see him but I heard him loud and clear this time.
“MISS, let’s get out of this rain or we’ll both get soaked”
And with that he disappeared back in to the shadows. Of course, this gave me the ideal opportunity to scarper, I could be in my car in seconds, with the door locked I could compose myself and drive home.
But no, not me, I followed him, half stumbling in the darkness and he was right, I was getting soaked and despite hurrying up I didn’t see him until I got into the storm porch and he was standing in the hall beckoning me in.
He was a tall man, over six foot anyway, a distinguished looking man, with a big broad grin and sparkling eyes, sparkling blue eyes, he barley seemed wet at all, but I was, bedraggled I think you could say but I froze on the spot, again and in an instant when he was again ever helpful.
“Let me take your coat and we can have a cup of tea”
My coat was effective at keeping the water from getting in BUT in that moment it was depositing lots on my already soaked feet AND forming a pool on his beautiful parquet floor.
“MISS?”
I shook my head and in a moment of bravado I announced I couldn’t and quickly followed up his quizzical look with a rather stuttering “I’m not wearing much more than you can see” - with a quick nod, he turned away, a wave of his hand said wait, so I did and he returned moments later with a mackintosh.
“Does this help?” He said proudly and turned his back on me - bless - I felt honour bound, removed my coat, and put on his, which was oddly slightly smaller and as I fastened the buttons he again moved with speed and returned moments later.
“I’ve hung it up in the utility room”
“Tiled floor you see” and gesturing to another door I took the hint and walked towards it, the noise of my heels bouncing off the walls of the spacious hall. He watched intently, smiling and as I passed him and went into the kitchen he announced.
“The coat suits you, I’m so pleased”
The kitchen really was quite large, in the distance was a seating area with two sofas, occasional tables and on the wall was a large flat-screen TV. In the middle was a really fancy and expensive looking kitchen and just inside the door, and making it seem like three rooms but all open plan was a kitchen table, farm house style that had 8 chairs around it, I sat on the nearest.
Instinctively I crossed my legs left over right and watched as he filled and started his electrical kettle before turning around and instantly looking me up and down.
“Yes indeed, I’m so very pleased” and frowned somewhat, only very briefly but long enough to stop me in my tracks before he spoke again and said quite firmly “Do not cover up your legs” and I knew instantly he was not making a request but rather issuing and instruction.
“ I do like stockings as you’ll learn, and especially that lovely white flesh above the welt, I bet it’s really quite soft and smooth “
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My heart pounded even harder, his smile now looked more threatening than benevolent and without even a thought I lifted my hands, with the my legs crossed the coat fell either side exposing a fair amount of my legs.
His smile remain fixed and the merest nod of his head had me unbuttoning the bottom button, another nod and with a deeper smile had me unfastening another, he smiled broadly, pulled himself up to his full height and turning away said:
“That’s much better now isn’t it? Sugar?”
The welt was visible, not quite showing off anything above that and the next button was half way up my thigh, my mind was racing, it wouldn’t be long before he got the full view was all I could think.
I was startled out of my daydream with a much louder expression of his oh so deep voice.
“MISS! do you want sugar in your tea?”
I nodded, he smiled, said “good girl” and started to pour the water into the cups, and yes my heart was pumping and no my panties were not getting tighter, but rather the opposite.
My legs were though crossed ever tighter and higher, I was or so I thought subconsciously trying to show off as much leg as possible despite my reticence of only a few moments ago.
I glanced at my watch, my heart rate was over 140 again and it was approaching 1am.
He handed me the tea, and we chatted about nothing in particular for five minutes or more.
His voice was lovely, calming and assured, we talked about politics, football, he was a Man Utd fan like me and when he’d finished his tea, he rather theatrically put his cup down and stared straight into my eyes before saying with that harsher, firmer tone to his voice.
“So young lady, what shall we do now ?”
He nodded, I of course knew, but needed to try and get some authority if at all possible, I continued to drink my tea. I pursed my lips, let my little finger extend a little and stared back into his eyes, smiled gently at him and placed my cup firmly in its saucer.
“Why Sir, I really don’t know” I said
Resting my clasped hands on my knee I luxuriated in the smoothness of the sheer nylons, and straightened the hem of the mackintosh, of course the hem was lifted, could he see more when I did that as I lifted it then let it fall back onto my knees?
I really don’t know but he certainly looked and his breathing visibly and audibly increased. I fumbled with that next button, the one that would surely expose my stockings tops properly and the suspenders, but moved away from it as his eyes tracked every movement.
My own heart was pounding now, when I unfurled my legs and placed both my stiletto heeled shoes firmly on the floor I thought he was going to fall off his chair.
With a hand on each knee and with those self same knees touching each other I leant forward a little and whispered.
A whisper so low that he struggled to hear me.
“Sir, would you like me to unbutton this?” I said
Fumbling with the button I unfastened it, my posture and my resting hands meant the coat didn’t fall open. He was most definitely excited, he was breathing awfully heavily, and loudly!
“Well Sir, shall I ?” I repeated,
I felt in that moment I was asserting control over him, he was nodding but couldn’t get his words out, his body was clearly shaking with excitement.
My own heart was pounding as I slowly moved my hands one at a time from their securing influence and with an almost imperceptible opening of my legs the coat fell to either side of my legs.
I opened my legs just enough to expose my delightful thighs, the tight suspenders, and of course a hint of the delights now struggling to be contained by my little lace panties.
“So Sir, WHAT shall we do NOW ?” I asked
As I stood up, and moved towards him, a few steps and I was a metre away, looking down at him, my hands aggressively on my hips, he hadn’t moved, hadn’t backed away and most certainly hadn’t stood up, it was his turn to freeze as I stole the moment.
“I asked you a question BOY and need an answer NOW” I said as firmly as I could muster as I backed up, slowly, sat down again and crossed my left leg over my right and allowed my left shoe to slip off the heel and dangle tantalisingly on the end of my nylon clad toes.
“WELL I’M WAITING, COME ON BOY SPEAK!”
It took him a while to answer as this little girl had quickly morphed into an aggressive bitch who stared him down.
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“May I clean your shoes Mistress?”
I smiled and he looked like a little puppy dog waiting for a treat - I shook my left ankle ever so gently and got a rolling motion going as my left shoe wobbled. The shoe never came off, but I was already convinced he would soon, but the shoe kept looking like it would fall and he was fixated.
My smile got broader as I noted he was fascinated by my movement, a perfect rhythm, fast enough to be oh so rude, but slow enough to ensure the shiny black patent high heeled shoe remained in place.
By now I’d forgotten how we got to this point?
It didn’t seem to matter, he was in my enthrall, mine to command and mine to ensure he complied with my every whim and desire to dominate and humiliate him!
Where had the tough guy gone, I’ll tell you, he had gone to the bathroom to strip off naked as instructed by me. He was told to return to me in 5 minutes or when his cock was no longer erect whichever was the later.
He returned almost 20 minutes later!
Sheepishly and clearly cold as the heating wasn’t on and his cock had indeed subsided, maybe due to the cold!
Either way his tiny little cock was barely visible and kneeling on all fours on the titled floor he awaited instruction - but none came.
I relaxed, occasionally caressed my stocking clad legs and took my time deciding what would happen next. I noted that my heel was dirty, in fact both of them were, I guess the lane with the rain and the fallen autumn leaves had caused that.
He watched me intently, finally I gave him what he wanted, upon instruction he scurried across the floor on all fours like the obedient dog he was, gently took my left stiletto in his hand, he had been told NOT to touch me, and started to slide his wet tongue up and down the dirty heel.
When I had decided that heel was probably clean, and after only 10 minutes of eager activity by him, I told him to do the other heel. Work that he diligently did, curiously I wasn’t sure for almost 20 minutes that the heel was clean, also curiously I could see that his cock although not huge was most definitely very very hard indeed, his fully exposed knob glinting in the room’s LED lights and for the life of me I couldn’t imagine why
As instructed he retreated a few metres, giving me the room to stand to my full heel enhanced six foot plus, and standing in front of him I granted him temporary permission to look up my coat, to see if he could count all my suspender straps and glimpse the huge cock stretching my lace panties beyond reason!
Glancing at my watch I was pleased by my control, my heart rate was around 90, it was now gone 01:30am and with my host looking up at me with expectation I told him not to move and sought out his utility room. There I picked up my coat and returned to the kitchen to tell him the good news.
Instructed to kneel up with his arse resting on his heels I told him he could play with his little cock as I changed coats. Soon he was furiously stroking his dick, looking at me with awe as I removed the Mac, bent over at the waist to place it carefully over a kitchen chair before standing upright in front oh him, looking down as he wanked himself silly.
My lemon panties strained as my own huge cock continued to stretch them, my thick shaft clearly defined and over flowing from their inadequate lace constraint. I alternated between ridiculing his pathetic cock and pointing out my beauty, how fabulous my legs looked in stockings and how clean my heels looked after the pathetic little shit had licked them clean.
His moaning was amusing, his eyes bulging as I paraded around him in my spiky heels, I put my own now dry coat on, all the buttons unfastened to expose my delightful figure. Glancing at my watch, barely 2-3 minutes had passed but my hear rate was back over 120 !!
I told him sternly to “COME on !!” and he was to hurry up, I had things to do, that I might get my huge cock out and drench him with my sticky spunk if he didn’t empty his pathetic little bags “IMMEDIATELY” - that seemed to be the trigger as he exploded, jerking substantial amounts of juice all over the floor, AND, my heels and stocking clad ankles!
He was spent, and as I was fastening my coat, he started to move, mumbled about getting cleaned up but immediately chastised by me he stopped in his tracks “DON’T FUCKING MOVE AND INCH YOU LITTLE SHIT” he looked drawn, fearful, apologetic but responded appropriately.
Head bowed he said “I am so sorry Mistress”
I instructed him to get up and got put some shoes on and as I fastened the last button on my coat I told him we were going out, he mumbled again but my look told him it was unwise to resist me.
“HURRY” I shouted and he scurried away, returning barely seconds later, sheepishly and with head bowed I told him “Let’s go” - naked but for some Adidas trainers he didn’t object.
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Outside I instructed him to go stand at the end of the lane and I’d pick him up in a short while.
Glancing at my watch my heart was pounding again, my cock was already twitching, it was just before 01:40 and I decided I’d start the car’s engine at 01:45 and see how he was doing.
Lit up by my headlights he was clearly rather cold, the rain had returned, only a drizzle but his 5 minutes of contemplation meant he was soaked and he was shivering when I let him in the car.
As I pulled away and headed for the main road I simply said “you will of course do as you’re told without hesitation” he nodded “obedience will be rewarded but non-compliance will be seriously punished” without hesitation and like a good little boy he replied “Yes my Mistress” - I thought the use of my was quite cute and told him as a reward he could play with his pathetic cock whilst admiring my legs.
I drove for a while as I contemplated how best to humiliate him, sadly I should have thought faster and used his car as my first thought of parading him on a 24/7 garage forecourt would sadly expose me too via my plate number - ho hum, I continued to think as he caressed himself to erection.
“Make a mess and I will punish you harshly”
He nodded, guilty but cupping his balls with one hand continued to caress his puny cock, and gasped when I opened a few buttons to expose my wonderful thighs and stocking tops.
I had a thought and stopped the car in a lay-by on the A556 and told him he would be getting out, he looked at me but didn’t dare object. As my car came to a halt I told him to “GET OUT” and work his way via the front of the car to the driver’s door.
When he arrived, I opened said door and swung my legs outside, planting my stilettos firmly on the ground with my legs wide open. My rampant cock was well above the top of my panties by now and he responded quickly when I told him to kneel down, quite conveniently I thought in a puddle, and start to worship my big cock and heavy balls.
He eagerly took cock in hand, licked my shaft and knob with great skill, eased my skin down and took my huge glistening lollipop into his mouth, gagging momentarily before taking almost two thirds of my thick shaft down his throat.
He was very attentive, gave my cock his full attention, and when I stood up, at the roadside and within the glare of (amazingly considering the time) a few cars passing at speed he barely flinched and continued to gobble me.
He barely resisted either when I took his head in my hands and thrusting forward fucked his mouth without a thought in my head other than fucking this wet eager hole until my pleasurable needs were satisfied.
That wasn’t long coming and as he gagged again, my balls were slapping against his face with each stroke and as I picked up the gurgling noise as he struggled he flipped me over the edge and I dumped a substantial load straight into his belly and he overflowed and continued to gurgle as the rest soaked his face.
Despite coughing and spluttering and soaked in my spunk inside and out he endeavoured to apologise for his failure but I dismissively waved away his humility.
“Lick me clean NOW” brought him back to the matter at hand, it didn’t take him long, still he kneeling in the water, his knees undoubtedly bloodied by his efforts.
“Good boy” as he looked up at me, used but happy and sought my approval, he was clearly pleased with himself and as I buttoned my coat and made myself respectable I looked around and made my decision.
His comfort turned to fear as I pointed down the road, we were in Sandiway, maybe 10 miles or more from his house, and down there was a Shell petrol station. I told him I was going to do a u-turn half a mile or up road to get back on the 556 heading towards Hartford in the other direction.
The bit that worried him was when I said he should cross the carriageway after I’d set off and wait for me on the other side. Adding finally that if he wasn’t waiting when I came by or indeed if I decided not stop he should make his own way home!
With that, I got in the car and drove off, leaving him naked and covered in spunk. In that moment I hadn’t decided what to do.
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I drove up the 556, past the turning and the Gatso and decided to go to the petrol station, the lights were on and so I pulled in. I decided to dare myself, I didn’t need fuel but I would go in the shop and buy something, anything would do, I just wanted to go into the shop and get the thrill I always got when ‘they’ realised
I parked the car and purposely strode across the forecourt, the attendant might see me, the CCTV most certainly would, shoulders back, chest out and long strides. Long strides in heels is a challenge but oh so very sexy, on this night it also meant I was showing a lot of leg, and stocking top, and suspenders and almost certainly my little white lace panties but little else as my cock had long subsided but left my knickers delightfully damp.
Reaching the door I pushed and nothing happened and I’ll pulled and nothing happened - I was sure it was 7/24 and glanced at my watch, it was just after two and looking around was contemplating going back to the car when in the moment it clicked the attendant spoke over the tannoy “come to the night window miss” - my heart skipped a beat, was he taking the piss or couldn’t he tell?
Glancing at the watch again showed my what my chest was feeling and those 140 beats were enough excitement for now and so I headed back to my car, my coat trailing behind me and giving the assistant a proper eyeful. Back in the car I admired my own nylon clad legs, my cock twitched and I smiled as I silently pulled away on electric, yes of course I had one more hole in me before I went home.
As I left the forecourt to rejoin the A556, turning left and heading towards Hartford and Northwich my heart thumped even harder because I passed a police car on its way-in. Oh my, what was close, not that I was breaking any laws but coppers can’t keep their mouths shut and who knows who might eventually find out ?
I’d best get back to my boy I thought and give him the good news !!
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As I approached the place where I expected him to be there was no sign of him but of course he was surely hidden so I slowed down anyway.
It did cross my mind what would happen if that police car came this way and that made my cock twitch but I’m not totally stupid. However an idea was in my head and by the time he jumped in the car he was shaking, more from fear than the cold it turned out.
“OK” I asked him and with some excitement he said.
“Oh yes mistress, I hope I’ve pleased you”
I told him I’d decide that after I’d seeded him and depending how well he performed would dictate how far he had to walk home!
He fell silent as I accelerated away, the hybrid car getting off the mark very quickly but soon I needed to brake and turn left to get off the A556 and headed towards Hartford. Some distance up the road there is a turn-in that’s like a lay-by, I pulled in there and told him to get out.
With the lights of my car still on but with the engine stopped and the car in electric-mode I instructed him to spread his legs and lean over the car. I was on it, my cock was rock hard and with my coat open it was poking way above my panties.
I took off my panties, wriggling out of them so they fell to the floor, I picked them up and stuffed them into his mouth. Now I told him “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast” his mumbled thanking of me was a good start “I intend to seed you as quickly as I can” again he thanked me and with my left hand on his neck pushing his face into the bonnet I used my right to position my huge knob at the entrance to his welcoming hole.
“Ready?”
“Yes Mistress”
One very hard and long stroke later I was ball deep in his hole, he kind of gasped and squealed at once but didn’t resists. As quickly as it went in I withdrew and banged into him again, it was hurting my cock but with balls slapping against him I continued to hammer him as he whimpered.
It didn’t take long until I felt the rush, my cock was throbbing and my spunk was coming, there was no way for my to get it under control and it was my turn to get noisy as I unloaded in him. As soon as I spunked in pulled clear, pulled him off the car, pulled my panties out of his mouth, he barely had time to say “thank you Mistress” before I’d pushed him on to his knees and stuffed my dripping cock into his mouth and ordered him to “SUCK”
As I looked down at the wretch eagerly servicing my needs a car went by but I never flinched it couldn’t really see us. I held his head in my hands and pushed my cock into his mouth, he gagged of course but did his duty. I sat leant against the car for a while as he cleaned me before telling him to put my panties on me, I button my coat and told him to get in the car.
Twenty minutes later I was at the end of the lane his house was in dropping him off. My plan had been to make him walk those last 100 yards or so on his own, but I asked him a question as he got out and to this day I don’t know why.
“Are you married” I asked to which he replied “Yes Mistress” and of course I also asked “where is she ?” but his answer really surprised me “in the house Mistress” - I gave him my fun phone number and told him to get her to message me and with that left him there and drove off.
Minutes later my phone pinged - “He’s yours now if you want him …. Anne” |
