The neighborhood stray

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I used go running every morning. Except for November to March I typically ran with no shirt and some very tight shorts. My chest was clearly defined as were my abs. Sometimes I ran with no underwear and the glans of my eight-inch cock would peek out beyond my shorts.

Because of my ripped physical characteristics, I was well known and well watched by the ladies in the neighborhood and I watched back. Indeed running in this way was little more than a ploy to entice my neighbors’ wives. And enticed they were. I would begin with a casual wave one day. Pulling over my car if I saw my next candidate out walking, I might follow it up with some light chit chat. On other occasions, I’d compliment her on her appearance. The next time she saw me running, I’d stop and ask her for a glass of water and try to follow her into the house. If she let me in, I knew that was my cue. Once I was inside, we would be on her bed within ten minutes.

I was never the love’em and leave’em type, but I wasn’t looking for a long-term affair either. I’d usually visit a lover two or three times a week for a month or so. While I was with her, I’d find out who her close neighborhood friends were, knowing that she would be talking with them about me. After I started feeling restless, I’d tell her that she was wonderful, but I didn’t want to press my luck with her husband catching us and I’d tell her I’d see her around. Then I’d start scoping out the best looking of her friends and begin the process over.

After I had sort of a harem going, I found that a little wave as I was running by or a “may I have a drink of water” would open up most doors again, if I found myself missing someone’s particular charms. Most of the women knew that I had been with the others, but they didn’t seem to mind, because they loved the muscles and none of their husbands were as endowed as I.

In one case couple of cases I even helped one of my lovers with an impotent hubby “miraculously” conceive. Maybe I should have gone into business at that point because within the next six months, three other women who were having trouble getting pregnant were waving at me gratuitously. I was able help out two of the three.

I must say I enjoyed finding all these outlets for my sexual prowess, because my wife, Beth, rarely seemed interested, unless I was giving her oral. Other than that it was unusual that we had intercourse more than a couple times a month.

Last April, I was running one morning. I had been pounding Vicki, the wife of our dog’s veterinarian, for a few weeks, and was planning to visit her again this morning, but as I picked up my pace toward her home, I found it hard to concentrate on her.

The night before kept running through my mind. After dinner, I was watching TV, when Beth came down the stairs in strapless white lace gown that flattered ever inch of her body. Looking at me with come-hither eyes, she silently invited me to follow her and turned back up the stairs. When I got to the bedroom she grabbed me and began unbuttoning my shirt and then worked her way down, licking and fondling as she went. Then she undressed herself and reclined on the bed inviting me over with a slowly curling index finger. As I mounted her, and brought my head close to hers, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered, “Give it to me, Roger, as long and hard as you can. Make love to me like it’s the last time.” So I did, and it might have been our best time together. Wow, she really could be a fantastic lover when she put her mind and body to it.

I shook my head and trying to clear it and focus on Vicki. Nothing would blow the rapport we had going or my system like me not being focused on the woman I was with at the time.

I rounded last corner and slowed to a walk to cool down. I approached the door and it opened as if it had eyes. Of course it did have eyes of sorts. Vicki was waiting behind it. She was dressed in a black leather teddy, high boots, and long black gloves. This was new. As I was taking off my shoes and socks, she invited me over to a sofa in the living room.

“Did you have a good run?”

“Any run that ends up in with you in my arms can’t be too bad,” I joked.

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to do something different this morning. If you’ll let me be in control, I’d like to tease you and torment you a little bit. But I promise the whole affair will be very focused on that marvelous package of yours.”

“I had no idea you had this kinky side,” I replied “but I’m game to try anything once.”

“If you let me try it once with you, I don’t think you’ll ever be able to go back to conventional sex again.”

“That’s quite a boast. Sure. What would you like me to do, Lover?”

“Follow me.”

I followed her into the kitchen. The room had been transformed into a cross between an S&M torture chamber. There was a large padded chair in the shape of a modified X, with a headrest, extensions pointing up and to the side for my arms and bent extensions spread down and to the side for my legs.

“Wow, Vicki! Kinkier and kinkier… Who would have thought?”

“I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises.”

I was rock hard now as she walked up to me and pulled off my shirt.

“Kneel!” she said.

I knelt down and she grabbed a leather collar and put it around my neck.

“Give me your wrists.”

I did and she put leather bands around them as well. Then she took my hand and beckoned me to my feet with a motion, and after removing my shorts and underwear, banded my waist, thighs, and ankles as well. Wordlessly she led me to the chair and starting connecting the rings on my bindings to fittings on the chair, starting with my hands and feet and working her way to the others. She got them each of them tighter than I would have liked and I found I couldn’t move at all.

Once she was done strapping me down she began caressing me all over and running her nails across my bear skin. After several minutes she began closing in on my cock and then she started licking my balls and shaft. In another few minutes, this transformed into a full scale blow job of incredible intensity. She continued sucking and caressing me with her tongue. I could feel my balls coming up tight and knew I was seconds away from cumming, when she stopped suddenly and stood up. She walked away saying, “I let you dwell on that sense of denied fulfillment for a while,” and went upstairs to her bedroom.

She was gone for a while. “Vicki,” I called, “Vicki?”

She came downstairs a few minutes later, but she was now dressed in her normal work clothes.

“Vicki, Sweetheart, What’s going on?”

She kept walking toward the garage, but called out, “Lynn’s going to help finish you now.” With that she walked out the door to the garage. I heard the door go up, her car start up, and drive away.

Lynn? I thought. Lynn was a surgical nurse whom I had banged numerous times over the course of six weeks over a year ago. I heard the door to the garage open, and in walked Lynn wearing her scrubs.

“Wow, Lynn, this just keeps getting kinkier and kinkier.”

She didn’t say anything. She put a large rubber ball gag in my mouth and buckled it. Then she strapped my head down to the head rest. She had a sort of pitying look in her eyes as she looked down at my still stiff cock and then back into my eyes.

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Very well written; what wil lyn do ? manhood's end ?

[kristoff]

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