Kristin
kristinsecret@hotmail.com
The Dream
thedream.txt
Straight
MF, spanking, oral

Troy has been out of town for the past five days, and as I sit here, sipping a
glass of red wine, I am overwhelmed with how horny I have been in the last few
days. The anticipation of him coming home was driving me crazy. Just then, I
heard the garage door open and his truck pull in. Immediately, I made my way to
the entryway, setting my glass on the bar, to meet him as walked through the
door. He smiles. Both of his arms wrap around me, my arms automatically find
their way around his neck and shoulders. We hold each other for a minute, and
then let each other go.

It's about 6:00 pm and I hadn't really thought about dinner. I was too exited to
be hungry, but Troy had been traveling all day and was obviously in need of a
home-cooked meal. "Kristin, were you planning on anything for dinner?" he asked.
"No," I said, " I'm not really all that hungry." Troy started rummaging through
the cupboards and pulled out two steaks from the fridge and set out a few other
things.

Troy picked up his suitcase and said, "Come with me I have something for you." I
followed him into the bedroom. He put his suitcase up on the bed, and started
unpacking. When he was almost finished he handed me a red silk bag with a
drawstring cinched tight at the top. "I bought this for you while I was in New
Orleans this week", he said. "Open it."

I loosened the drawstring and opened the silk bag and blushed a little when I
realized what sorts of items were buried in the bag. "Go ahead, take it all
out", he said. I first pulled out three long, black, satin scarves and set them
on the bed. I looked at him with a little embarrassment, and then reached back
into the bag and discovered a sexy, red lingerie set with matching crotchless
panties. I couldn't believe my eyes. I have never worn anything like this and
was getting a little nervous about it. "This isn't really me", I told him. Troy
just smiled. At the bottom of the bag was a lavender scented candle. Troy set
the candle on the nightstand and said, "Why don't you light this and then get
dressed for the evening. Meet me in the kitchen when you are dressed."

I stood by myself in the bedroom for a few minutes staring at the outfit he
purchased for me. I lit the candle as he requested, and began to undress. After
taking off my bra and panties, I sat at the edge of the bed holding the
crotchless panties. I took a deep breath and put them on. To my
disbelief.......What a feeling! I instantly started to feel a little turned on.
The red, baby-doll style nightie fit perfectly as well. It hugged my breasts
tightly, pushing them up slightly. My nipples shown through the thin material,
giving away my heightened excitement. It flared slightly at the bottom coming
just below my ass. If I bent over even an inch, my ass was very exposed. I
walked to our closet mirror. I stood there for a few seconds looking at myself
in this outfit. I took another deep breath, freshened my make-up and hair and
made my way out to the kitchen.

I tiptoed my way out into the living room. The butterflies in my stomach were
making me feel very nervous. I stopped before entering the kitchen, closed my
eyes, took a deep breath and slowly stepped into his view. He walked over to the
bar and picked up my glass of wine. "Come here, let me look at you", he said
softly. I walked the five steps to him, my face blushing more and more with
every step. He motioned for me to turn around. I slowly moved myself in a
circle, not wanting the nightie to come up in the back. He then put one arm
around my waist, pulled me into him, passionately kissing my mouth. His lips
were warm and tasted of red wine. His arm moved from my waist and his hand
gently squeezed my ass as his lips left mine.

He handed me my glass of wine, "I've got things pretty much started for dinner,
can you finish so I can take a quick shower?" he asked. "Of course" I replied. I
was a little grateful that he was leaving the room. I was still very
self-conscious of how I looked.

As I was just finishing plating our meals, Troy walked in...Freshly shaven,
wearing khaki Dockers, brown leather belt, a crisp white button-up shirt that
complimented his dark hair and tan complexion, open a quarter way down his chest
and smelling great. "Sit down, it's all ready. I just need to pour some more
wine," I said. After eating, and talking about our week without each other he
suggested an after dinner drink. "I can get it, what kind of drink were you
thinking?" I asked. I got up, grabbed our plates and brought them up to the
sink. "How about a White Russian? Troy replied. I went to the bar and got out
two glasses and started to fill them with ice. "Just one glass, Kristin" he
said. I looked a little confused at him, but thought "whatever". So I made just
one drink thinking we were going to share it or something. Who knows at this
point what he had in mind.

I sat the drink in front of him and sat back down. After he took a sip, I
reached for the glass. Troy quickly moved the glass out of my reach and shook
his head. "Your after dinner drink is under the table" he said with a smile. I
looked at him like he was completely nuts. "What are you talking about?" I
asked. "You heard me, your drink is under the table." I sat there for a minute
wondering if he was really serious about this. He reached out and took my hand.
"Stand up, and move your chair back" he told me. Then he took my hand again and
pulled me down until I was on my knees. "Come to me under the table." I could
hear him take another sip of his drink. The ice cubes clinked as he brought the
glass to his mouth. I crawled on my hands and knees until I was between his
legs. I started to massage the insides of his thighs and moved slowly up to his
cock, which was already starting to bulge inside his pants. Troy reached down
and took my hand and placed it on his belt. I immediately started to undo his
belt and pants. To my surprise he wasn't wearing anything underneath. I started
to massage his cock, watching my hand move up and down the length. "Close your
eyes" he said softly. Just then I felt a wet finger on my lips. I sucked his
drink soaked finger lightly. Then he placed his hand on the back of my head,
weaving his fingers in my hair. He gently grabbed me by the back of my hair and
pulled my mouth onto his cock. I started sucking and licking slowly, then more
quickly as he forced my head back and forth. "Remember, this is your after
dinner drink, Kristin" he said in a heavy whisper. He moaned as I sucked harder
and faster. I reached down into his pants and lightly pulled his balls. He let
out a slight cry and grabbed the back of my hair even harder. Pulling my mouth
onto his cock harder, pushing it deeper inside. Then I felt it release. He
started to cum in my mouth. Remembering what he said I figured I had better
finish the job, considering he had put all this effort into the evening. I
wanted to make it go just as he planned. I swallowed every drop...gagging
silently to myself.

He pushed his chair back making room for me to come out from under the table. He
handed me his glass as I stood up. I brought the glass up to my lips and began
to take a sip when I felt his fingers run up the slit of my wet pussy. "You
liked that," he said looking up at me. I just smiled and took another sip. I put
the drink back on the table and placed both hands back on the edge of the table,
bracing myself as I stood before him. With two fingers he rubbed back and forth
across my, now dripping, pussy, drenching his fingers. He put his other hand
around me, grabbing my ass, and brought his other hand up to my neck. His
dripping fingers traced a line from the back of my neck around the front and
down to the top of my breasts. I was suddenly aware of the sweet aroma from his
fingers. Then he brought both hands to either side of my face and traced a
finger on my lips. I gently licked his finger and lightly sucked it into my
mouth. Troy stood from the chair lifting my face toward his and replaced his
finger with his tongue. Holding my face with both hands he kissed me with such
force I thought I was going to end up laying back on the table. His body pressed
hard against mine as his warm, vodka-flavored tongue searched my entire mouth.

As the kiss ended, he held up his empty glass and asked, "Would you make me
"another?" I took the glass and moved to the bar. I didn't really know what to
say after all that had just happened. So I just made the drink and set it in
front of him on the bar. He handed it back to me, "Here, have a sip" he said.
Being as nervous as I was, I ended up drinking most of it. "I have a couple
things I need to do in the bedroom, so could you keep busy in here, maybe clean
up the dishes while I do that?" he asked. "Of course, not a problem. Just let me
know when you're finished" I replied. "Oh, you'll know when I'm ready" he
assured me.

I quick made another White Russian to sip on while I cleaned up after dinner. I
cleared the rest of the dishes from the dining room table and brought them over
to the sink. Walking back and forth from the table made me quite aware of the
openness that the crotchless panties allowed. My pussy lips were swollen from
all the attention Troy was giving them earlier and I could feel that I was still
quite wet.

I had decided to just rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I was
just about finished when I heard Troy say, "Don't turn around." He was right
behind me, talking into my ear. I don't know how I didn't hear him coming. I
jumped a little at the surprise of him. He handed me a towel from behind, "Here,
dry your hands." I did as he instructed, then stood there...not turning around.
I wasn't sure if he was even still behind me. After a minute or so, one of the
black satin scarves came into my view. He tied it firmly across my eyes then
placed his warm hands on the tops of my shoulders. He motioned me to turn around
and begin walking. "What are you doing?" I asked. He didn't answer. We just kept
walking. It was a good thing his hands were guiding me, because I was a bit
buzzed from the White Russians. My head was spinning a bit with the excitement
of what was to come, and my stomach was filled with butterflies.

I could tell we were heading through the living room by the change from tile to
carpet on my feet. It was amazing how dark everything was. I was suddenly very
aware of my other senses. My hearing, sense of touch and smell really seem to
kick into high gear. He guided me slightly to the left and we were defiantly in
the bedroom. The smell of lavender was everywhere. His hands left my body and I
was left standing, I assumed, in the middle of the room. "Where are you?" I
asked. He still didn't answer. This added to the anticipation I was feeling.
Then I heard a familiar sound. Our camera! He had just taken a picture of me! I
started to take the blindfold off and cried," What the hell are you doing!" He
immediately stepped toward me and pushed my hands back down before I could pull
the scarf off my eyes. "Settle down, Kristin...it's okay." He held my hands down
in front of me. I sighed and begged, "Please put the camera away." "No," he
replied sternly. "Now let me finish what I was doing."

I took in a deep breath, and decided to let him have his fun. I could delete the
pictures later anyway. Nervous more than ever now, my hands were sweating and I
think I was starting to shake a little bit. I felt a hand at my waist pushing me
backwards. I back up slowly until I bumped into the side of the bed. His hand
pushed down at my waist motioning me to sit down. I did as was being expected of
me. I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs pressed tightly together and my
hands on my lap. I felt his foot come up between my legs forcing them to open.
He pushed each leg far to either side, exposing my pussy, gleaming in the center
of the crotchless panties. I heard the camera a couple more times. "This is
really embarrassing for me" I pleading one last time. And again, he didn't
answer.

I felt his hand grasp my forearm, pulling me up. He guided me to turn around and
put my hands down in front of me on the bed and pushed me gently on my back
between my shoulder blades, bending me at the waist. He used his foot again to
spread my legs wide. My ass and pussy were fully exposed from behind. He snapped
a few pictures of this and whispered...."hands and knees, on the bed." I
carefully climbed up onto the bed and did what he said. Then out of nowhere I
felt a firm crack on the side of my ass and he said, "Good girl." Another
picture was taken. Then he whispered firmly, "lay on your back, Kristin." I did
as he said. I was a little confused as to where on the bed I actually was and
was careful not to get too close to an edge. How embarrassing would that be...

On my back, he tucked a couple of pillows under my ass; bringing my pussy up
into clear view for him and his camera. "Play with your clit" he said out loud.
"Make yourself cum for me." I started to rub my clit slowly. Sinking a finger in
and out my pussy every so often to cover my clit with the juices. "Faster!" he
said with excitement in his voice. He had taken several pictures of this. I
rubbed faster and harder until I felt every muscle tighten in my body as I
exploded into the most amazing orgasm. After everything that had happened
throughout the course of the evening...it was well deserved.

Troy knelt over me know on the bed. He pulled the pillows out from under me and
kissed my forehead gently. "Can I take this blindfold off now?" I asked him, a
little out of breath from the amazing orgasm I just gave myself. He placed a
finger up to my lips, which meant be quiet, I guess. He was still kneeling over
me. I winced a little as he grabbed my nipples through the red lacey material.
He was pulling and twisting them between his fingers and thumbs. My hips moved
back and forth under his body. I tried to push his hands away, freeing myself
from the slight pain to my nipples. He grabbed both wrists with one hand and
pinned them above my head. "Keep them here", he said. I could feel him reach
across the bed for something. Then I felt it. One of the other black, satin
scarves. He bound my wrists together rather tightly, and then somehow tied it to
the frame of the bed. My arms were immobile. I couldn't move them. I kept
trying, but I could only move them a few inches in either direction. I wasn't
worried, though. He knelt back over me and preceded pulling and twisting my
nipples. They felt red hot and burned after a minute or so of this.

I felt his breath close to my face. Then his lips pressed onto mine. He kissed
me passionately for what seemed like forever. His tongue exploring every inch of
my mouth, and his lips kissing and sucking my neck. My hips were thrusting up
and down, wanting to rub my pussy somewhere, anywhere...but he must have been
conscious of this desire and was careful not to let me rub anything with my
pussy. Or possibly just a coincidence. After the kissing session appeared to be
over, I felt him move forward. He was still kneeling, but now right above my
face. His cock was hard as a rock and pushing its way into my mouth. I couldn't
believe what was happening. I opened my mouth and used my tongue to welcome him.
I sucked his amazingly hard cock as he plunged in and out of my mouth. I
concentrated really hard on not gagging. I didn't want to ruin this for him. I
kept my tongue all over him, wanting him to feel the warmth. He pulsed in and
out of my mouth....fucking my mouth! He was letting out the sexiest moans. I was
so horny! I couldn't believe the feelings rushing through me. But then he slowly
stopped and backed his way off of me.

I thought, "now what?" I felt him on my side. His hands were so warm. He was
pushing me from the side, guiding me to roll on my stomach. "Get on your knees
and elbows" he said in a low, soft tone. I got myself up on my elbows and
brought my knees up so my ass and pussy were high in the air. He positioned
himself behind me. Grabbing me by the waist he entered his cock into my begging
pussy. He pulled me onto his cock burying it deep inside. "Do you like that,
Kristin?" he asked. "Yes" I answered. "Show me. Fuck that cock" he told me. I
began rocking my hips back and forth. My ass was slamming back on him with every
thrust. Then he spanked my ass. I whimpered a little at the sting. Then he
spanked me again, and again, and again. He must have spanked me a half a dozen
times. I was almost in tears. Then he switched sides. He spanked the other cheek
even harder as I drove myself back on his cock as fast and hard as I could. My
ass was burning from the punishing cracks of his hands. Then he bent over and
grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back with such force I cried out
from the pain of my hair being pulled. It seemed to make him pull harder and
tighten the grip he had on my hair. He let out a few soft deep moans under his
breath. He was beating his hips into my ass so hard I could hear the slap of our
bodies meeting each other. I could barely stay up on my elbows and knees. He
slammed into me harder and harder while pulling my head back by my hair with
even more force than before. I was crying out uncontrollably from the pain and
pleasure of this unbelievable scene he had developed throughout the night. I had
tears streaming down my face from the spanking session, and cum flowing down the
sides of my thighs. Without missing a beat he reminded me of the pain my ass had
endured by spanking me several more times. Pulling harder on my hair and letting
out a loud cry of pleasure, I felt him pull his cock from my soaking wet pussy
and realized he was about to cum. He spanked me again and again as he pumped his
hot cum all over my back and fire-red ass cheeks. My tears flowed, but I felt
satisfied with what we had just done to each other. I had made him feel amazing
by submitting to his desires for the evening. I couldn't have been more proud of
myself.

All the excitement must have really drained him because he fell right asleep. I
tried to get his attention, but he really fell asleep. So I lay there, tied at
the wrists, and blindfolded full of his and my cum. I must have fallen asleep
for a little while too. Because, I awoke to him washing my pussy, cheeks and
back with a warm, wet towel. He had untied my wrists and taken the blindfold
off. With his arms wrapped around me, he pulled me in close. I rested my head on
his chest and fell back to sleep.