Anonymity


Samantha McCowan lay on the sheets of her mattress, illuminated solely by the glowing rectangle of her laptop computer display screen. Although it was solely early night, her blinds had been drawn closed over the golden glare of the daylight. A bit of sunshine filtered in from beneath the closed door of her bed room, however not sufficient to supply illumination to something however the floorboards straight in entrance of it.

Her coronary heart beat quick in her chest, arousal working by way of her from the curve of her neck straight right down to the ideas of her fingers; from her chest right down to between her legs, the place it hung as a barely damp warmth. She wasn’t touching herself. One hand lay within the cool unfold of the sheets beneath her, the opposite resting comfortably in opposition to her chest. A pillow was caught between her knees, tilted up in order that solely the sting held her thighs open and touched the delicate folds between her legs.

She had heard her boyfriend enter the condominium about twenty minutes earlier. She did not fear about him coming upstairs and discovering her. She and Rory had been watching porn collectively since they began seeing each other three years earlier; it was a mutual passion, and one which they shared. Regardless of that, there was one a part of her intercourse life that she had by no means shared with Rory. For years, there was one style that she solely watched when she was alone. One class that she went to solely when the lights had been off. She did not know why this, out of all the things that she and Rory had ever shared, was what embarrassed her.

Anal.

She had been looking for the braveness to debate it with him for months. Virtually a yr, now. It had began as one thing small; a query she could not fairly put a form to that hung behind her thoughts. Just like the sample of a raindrop of a window, tracing the form of a query mark. Over time, it had grown steadily stronger–one line turning into two, after which a dozen, till lastly rain ran down the window every second of every day. Each time she touched herself, the query got here again. Hanging–taunting. Inflicting small rivulets of moisture to run down the glass of her physique and over the pores and skin of her thighs. Every time she opened a porn web site, her eyes stayed fastened on the ‘Anal‘ class.

However every time she opened her mouth, as she lay in mattress beside Rory, to ask him–she froze. Even in the course of intercourse, when her thoughts was foggy with pleasure and her modesty was solely one thing held behind her ideas, one thing stopped her from asking. There have been three events which remained with Samantha, lengthy after they’d occurred. As soon as when Rory had slapped her bum whereas she had been bent over and the tip of his finger had touched the tight ring of her behind; as soon as when he had grabbed her throughout intercourse to roll her over and his center finger had grazed her gap; and as soon as, solely as soon as, when within the warmth of the second Rory had missed the outlet of her pussy and touched the pinnacle of his cock in opposition to the different one as an alternative. Simply excited about it was sufficient to ship a shiver of delight by way of Samantha’s physique.

She did not know why it was one thing that she craved. One thing that drove her extra wild than something she’d expertise in her life–more than the submission of bondage that she and Rory had experimented with, greater than the concept of sleeping with different folks, greater than oral or roleplay or bondage. Perhaps it was the wrongness of it. Perhaps it was how soiled it made her really feel, the obscenity of the gesture, the wrongness of the pleasure. It was a double-edged sword; the indecency of the act was what her so deeply, however it was additionally what stopped her from discussing it with Rory.

On the pc display screen in entrance of her, she watched as a muscular bald-headed man held a younger girl to the face of a picket desk. Her arms clutched her thighs, just under the knee. Her legs had been raised up, every of her ankles pressed to the person’s shoulders. Samantha watched, transfixed, as the person’s penis appeared by way of the zipper of a pair of gown pants. She did not know what the state of affairs of the video was; besides that the title mentioned “ROUGH ANAL IN DETENTION FOR NAUGHTY STUDENT” and she or he felt fairly assured she did not need to know. Just one ingredient mattered to her–only one second. The second that the pinnacle of the person’s cock pressed in opposition to the girl’s uncovered asshole, the folds of a plaid skirt bunched up round her waist. With the hand that had been laying within the sheets, Samantha reached behind herself.

As the person’s penis pushed by way of the girl’s asshole, her finger adopted the identical path behind her. As the girl on the display screen lay again and let loose what Samantha was positive was a porn-worthy moan, her gap stretched across the man’s cock, Samantha felt the tip of her finger press in opposition to the opening of her personal. Her coronary heart raced in her chest. A little bit of stress introduced it inside. She felt the muscle tissue of her sphincter screw up, after which loosen because the finger pushed between them. Tightening after which stress-free routinely on the invasion. She squirmed on the feeling, her pulse racing within the facet of her throat. A slight curling of her finger made her lips half.

Earlier than she might take it any additional, she drew the finger out of herself. The sudden vacancy of her again gap left it throbbing; a wierd, uninteresting pulse that she might really feel within the cheeks of her bum and the underside of her toes. Even touching herself there made her really feel barely lightheaded with pleasure–but it was the considered anyone else doing it that actually despatched her over the sting. It was that thought, that concept, which had been the supply of practically each orgasm for the final yr. It was for that reason that, beneath the primary drawer of the garments shelf of their walk-in closet that held a field stuffed with their shared intercourse toys, Samantha had hidden a second field. It was just a little smaller than a shoebox, simply tall sufficient to suit beneath the legs of the dresser, and pushed in opposition to the again wall. Inside it had been butt plugs of ascending sizes, a small vibrator made particularly for anal, a bottle of lubricant and a field of condoms, a douche-set, and a brief plastic string of anal beads. She had used the douche earlier that day, within the bathe.

There was one last factor. One thing that she had bought the day earlier than, and spent the final eight hours excited about. It was a masks. She wasn’t positive what animal the masks was made to resemble–whether it was a cat, or a canine, or a rabbit. In reality, it might solely be known as a masks within the strictest sense of the phrase. What it actually was was three items of leather-based, held along with small, flat-faced metal circles that sort of appeared like the highest of screws. It went round her head, with one of many black leather-based straps becoming snuggly simply above her ears and beneath her hair. The remainder of it lined the highest of her nostril, cheeks, and the underside of her brow. Massive areas had been lefts round her eyes and the highest of her hairline. Two flaps of leather-based stood up across the high; again–vaguely paying homage to ears, however of an animal which she couldn’t place.

This was the reply, Samantha thought. The reply to the query which had plagued her for the final yr. The reply to her disgrace, and her indecision, and her lack of ability to talk. It was the reply to the determined want she had felt constructing ever since that day in mattress. At the moment was the day.

Kicking away the pillow from between her legs, Samantha closed her laptop computer with a decisive click on. Urgent a hand flat in opposition to the mattress, Samantha swung her legs off the facet and stood. As she did, she felt simply how moist she had grow to be. The moisture from between the folds of her labia threatened to overflow; she knew it would not, however it felt as if it ought to be working down the within of her thighs in streams.

This was the reply. Anonymity.

Not true anonymity, clearly. Solely the felt, lived-in anonymity of placing on a masks and turning into anyone else. Someone extra assured, extra confident, extra… Someone who acquired what she wished.

And he or she wished Rory to fuck her ass. Even the considered it was sufficient to make the low, delicate pounding from behind her clit match that of her heartbeat.

With the sunshine shining from the desk-mounted lamp beside her mattress, Samantha stood and moved to her dresser. Opening the underside drawer, she pushed apart a small stack of underwear to disclose her folded lingerie. She already had an outfit in thoughts; a set by Journelle which had value her a small fortune to order on-line, however which she thought was price each cent she’d paid for it. The entrance of it was black, and sheer sufficient down the middle to disclose the within curve of her breasts and about half of every of her pert, pink nipples. A pair of straps hugged her shoulders, and opened low down her again. The matching panties had been black cloth alongside the perimeters, with thick lace alongside the decrease again and thinner–a lot thinner–lace threading that went between her legs. It was the lace alongside the again which had first caught her consideration. Lace that, when she bent over, pulled aside sufficient between the fastidiously black-stitched roses that any observer from behind gained a reasonably clear sight of each of her holes.

Pulling the lingerie up round her physique and setting it fastidiously, Samantha moved to the mirror on her dresser. She did a fast half-turn in every path, admiring the best way that the material molded itself to her physique.

She wasn’t essentially the most shapely girl on the earth; she knew that–hell, she wasn’t even essentially the most shapely amongst her pals. Shapely, she thought, in that her physique did not maintain the traditional hourglass form. She was a bit too skinny for that to be true. It wasn’t actually a matter of alternative. She’d all the time been like that. Her breasts had been small and firm-looking, with a pair of nipples that took up the vast majority of every face. Her bum was a bit small, however in proportion to her waist and the thighs beneath it. With a last look, and a nod, she determined that she was prepared.

Transferring to the closet, she fastidiously introduced her secret field out from beneath the dresser. From the field got here her masks. She match it round her face, lifting the evenly molded leather-based across the bridge of her nostril and fastening it with the clip on the again. She labored her hair free together with her fingers, letting it fall round her shoulders in a single, unbroken darkish wave.

She had been proper. The masks made her really feel… highly effective. At the moment was the day.

The subsequent issues to emerge from the field had been condoms, two of them simply to be secure, and the small bottle of lube. She’d purchased the water-based stuff, to make sure it was secure to make use of with each her silicone intercourse toys and latex condoms. Holding each in her hand, she glanced on the field for a last time. This time, she left it on high of the dresser, in plain view for Rory to see. Strolling out of the closet, she gave herself one final look within the mirror.

The impact of the masks was startling. She acknowledged herself–obviously–but not fully. Not at first look. Not the way it actually mattered. With the masks, she was anyone else.

Easing open the door of their bed room, Samantha made her method down the small hallway. The picket floorboards creaked gently below her naked toes. Reaching the highest of the steps, she started to descend them slowly. Someplace within the room beneath her, she might hear Rory typing away at his laptop. As he so usually did, within the evenings after he acquired residence.

They’d bought this home with the assistance of Rory’s mother and father and a small mortgage from the financial institution, about two years in the past. Rory labored as an funding banker for a agency known as Francon & Siekes, whereas she taught second and third grade math, in addition to filling in for the occasional historical past or home-ed courses. They each made respectable cash, him barely extra so than her, they usually’d managed to pay again Rory’s mother and father by the top of the primary yr. The financial institution… Effectively, they had been nonetheless engaged on that half. One other eight or 9 years, by Rory’s estimate.

The home was a contemporary one. Barely slender, however three tales tall and cleanly furnished. The partitions had been white, the flooring newly-installed hardwood beams, the furnishings alternating between a deep, suave blue and white-grey. That they had their very own bed room, a visitor bed room, a spacious kitchen, a smaller front room, a balcony–and Rory’s workplace.

Samantha noticed it as she took the ultimate step off the steps, turning round them to make her method by way of the lounge. Rory sat behind a black wooden, glass-faced desk. Small steel studs ran round all sides of it. The desk, Samantha thought, faintly resembled her masks. Her first sight of Rory in the present day, as was the case many days, was behind that desk. He was typing away on a laptop computer.

His eyes moved intently over the display screen, chewing his backside lip between his enamel as he labored. His hair was darkish, practically as darkish as her personal, and pushed again from a broad brow. It had been shaved on the perimeters, which gave him a little bit of an old-English gangster look; one thing which is household was. Outdated-English, that is–not gangsters. Not until you went again far sufficient. A shadow of facial hair hung across the backside of his chin and cheeks, however the high of them and his higher lip had been shaved clear. A gray polo shirt was buttoned as much as the underside of his neck. As he typed, she admired the best way that the open arms of the shirt stretched ever so barely round his biceps.

His workplace was the widest room in the home, which nonetheless solely made it about twenty toes vast. Behind his chair stood a pair of white couches in an ‘L‘ form, used for seating purchasers. Above his head was a portray, pink and gray paint on a white canvas, which Samantha thought was alleged to resembled close-up pictures of poppies. There was a window within the right-side wall, and although a pair of heavier curtains grasp to the perimeters, the marginally sheer white ones had been pulled closed as he labored. It lent the fashionable, white expanse of the workplace a delicate golden glow from the setting solar.

Samantha paused on the doorway, leaning in opposition to it with one arm in a method that hid what she was holding behind the wall of the workplace door. Rory glanced up, his eyes flashing the best way that she liked–even earlier than he noticed what she was sporting.

“Hey, child. I used to be just–whoa.” His phrases reduce off in a small whoosh of launched air. A pair of eyebrows, barely skinny for the blockiness of his face, rose an inch towards his slicked-back hair.

“Prefer it?” Samantha requested, urgent her enamel in opposition to her backside lip as she smiled.

“Prefer it?” He echoed her phrases, their tone giving her his reply. “Child, you appear like… There’s nothing on earth you appear like. Nothing’s that sizzling.”

“Thoughts if I come to daddy?” She walked ahead, putting her arms on the entrance of the desk and rising up on her toes barely, as if to climb on high of it.

In reply, Rory shut his laptop computer display screen with a fast flick of his hand. As quickly because it was flat, he pushed your entire factor off the desk. Usually, it will have made Samantha flinch–to see his two-thousand greenback laptop hitting the very thinly carpeted flooring like that. At the moment, she could not have cared much less. As her arms got here down on the desk, she noticed Rory’s eyes flicker downward. To the place the condoms and the bottle of lube had been held in her fingers. Opening her hand, she tossed them throughout the desk to him. They slid over the glass, and he needed to catch them earlier than they slid off.

Rory’s eyebrows rose as soon as extra, as he turned the as-of-yet unused bottle of lubricant over in his arms. He scanned it, after which glanced up at her. The query in his eyes was apparent. As a substitute of asking it, his voice took him in a distinct path.

“What is the play in the present day, child? Horny kitten? Dominatrix?–Horny kitten dominatrix?”

“Persistence,” she smiled at him from beneath the leather-based strap of the masks, “You will see quickly sufficient.”

Rory reached out and positioned the bottle cap-down on the face of the desk. The plastic made a quiet snap because it met the polished glass. Leaning again in his chair, he gave her an answering nod. Lead on, the nod mentioned. Bracing her arms flat in opposition to the desk, Samantha lifted herself onto it. As a substitute of strolling, she crawled ahead on all fours. She might really feel the graceful, cool glass in opposition to the palms of her arms, the ends of her fingertips, the flats of her shins and the highest of her toes. Beneath her, an identical reflection made the identical actions that she did.

She did not cease till she was straight in entrance of Rory. Sitting up, she rose on her legs till she was supported solely by her knees and the highest of her toes. She turned her higher physique slowly, elevating her arms and letting them path down her sides. Her mouth was open a fraction of an inch, her barely parted lips unfastened and alluring.

However when Rory reached ahead, she caught his pointer finger between two of hers and tweaked the tip. He grinned, his hand retreating again to his lap as he watched her.

She moved slowly, letting her arms play slowly over her chest and sides. Beneath her exploring fingers, the black lace of her lingerie felt barely inflexible. Sliding the center finger of her proper hand beneath it, simply above her breast, she pulled it down and to the facet a few inches. It was simply sufficient to disclose half of her areola, the pink of it darkening in a circle in opposition to the pale beige of her pores and skin. Her nipple appeared, and she or he performed the tip of her finger in opposition to it till it hardened.

If she hadn’t had Rory’s full consideration earlier than, she definitely did now. She might see the bulge in his beige gown pants the place his erection pressed up in opposition to the crotch of them. His eyes had been fastened between her hand and her breast, and solely rose to satisfy hers when she introduced her finger up from her nipple and slid it between her lips. She sucked it gently for a second, earlier than returning it to her breast.

“Have you learnt what I have been doing for the final hour, daddy?”

“What, child?”

“I used to be watching porn.”

“Oh,” Rory’s smile got here back–tilting a bit to the left because it opened to disclose a set of white enamel, “And also you did not share it with me? How in contrast to you.”

“I wished to share it with you, daddy–” she let the hand that had been tracing circles round her nipples slide decrease, alongside the entrance of her lingerie because it adopted the marginally bump of her abdomen after which additional downward, between her legs. By the lace cloth, she started to therapeutic massage herself with two fingers. “Like this.”

She inhaled a quiet breath as her fingers pressed barely upward, bringing the skinny lace of the lingerie between the folds of her labia. She continued to therapeutic massage herself, fingers making small circles. “I am nonetheless so moist. I have never cum but, daddy.” Her respiration turned barely extra erratic, the pitch of it shifting upward as she touched herself. The sound might need been for present, however the arousal that impressed it definitely wasn’t. Samantha’s coronary heart hammered in opposition to her chest, every beat sending a pulse of warmth from the highest of her arm straight down its size, to the place it disappeared between her legs.

“And why have not you cum but, child? Have you ever been naughty? Are you being punished for one thing?”

The sound of his voice, a bit decrease than standard, solely made Samantha’s pulse race more durable. He was feeling her out, she knew–searching her face, her phrases, the language of her physique for some trace of what it was that she wished this night. What path their foreplay was main in. It was nearly sufficient to make her laugh–he’d by no means guess what it was that she had in thoughts.

“I used to be ready for you,” she stepped off the desk as she spoke. Unfolding one leg at a time over the sting, she crawled into the person’s lap. Her legs straddled his, her arms wrapping round every of his shoulders. He tilted his head up, each of their lips barely open, separated by the empty house of about two inches. Reaching down as soon as extra, Samantha let the again of her knuckles stroke the swelling size of Rory’s cock by way of the material of his pants as their ideas stroked in opposition to her entrance. “Assist me out of my garments?” She lowered her mouth; to not kiss him, however solely to stroke the curve of her backside lip in opposition to the highest of his, “Please?”



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