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MistressTrin -> The Conductor Part 2 (4/4/2005 6:41:53 PM)
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The Conductor
He walked to the girl, standing directly before her so she could hear his breathing. Hers was heavy and erratic already. He smiled at the promise in the gasps. He gently slid a finger over her collarbone and she jumped slightly from the contact. “Tsk, tsk,” he admonished her softly not pausing in his exploration. Down between her breasts and under her left nipple the finger moved. He smiled as her nipple hardened even more from the feathery light contact.
Over her side and the delicate flare of her hip he touched, moving to allow a better view of her responses. The dimples just above her buttocks were delicious, he thought and made a note to thank the Mistress for her choice this week. He brought up the crop and pulled the leather pad across her right cheek and her mouth opened with a gasp. He watched her trembling increase and smiled. He dragged it over shoulder and then lifted it, swung it back, and connected with her rounded buttock. She yelped softly and he watched the small welt rise exactly where he had envisioned it would. “Walk.” He commanded and she moved forward, stumbling in her blindness. He twined his fingers in her hair and guided her to the window. Time to show the watchers the symphony he would create of the girl.
The Window Washer
He winched down again, this time between the secretary in the office and the Conductor’s apartment. He looked over, knowing Wednesday was Assignment Day, but couldn’t see from the glare. He returned his stare to the secretary, now handing out ashtrays for the old men. He dress was way too short, he thought as he began rubbing again, and hardened instantly. This part of the building was condominiums and the one he washed was empty, so he exposed himself and began stroking as the girl moved around the room.
She stood at the window a moment and saw him. She smiled then and dropped the paper she was holding. She winked at him before turning and bending over to pick up her document. He throbbed harder as her bare bottom and pink slit appeared. Then she moved away and he sighed, his need for release very urgent now. He finished and rose up to the roof to adjust his seat. At least he could watch the Assignment and find release, he thought.
The Binoculars Woman
The Conductor pushed the girl to the window and began binding her to the bar suspended from the ceiling. Wet and uncomfortable, the woman watched, her breathing increased, her face flushed. She had never seen anything like the contraption he used on the naked girl now; a bar of sorts that he fastened to her ankles, holding them immobile. She moaned softly as the girl was positioned, buttocks out, nipples nearly touching the glass. She reached down to touch herself just as the dentist returned and she blushed prettily. The dentist smiled back and closed the door, locking it as he did so. The woman forgot about the Conductor.
The Telescope Man
The girl on her knees in front of him was good, he thought absently as she worked him with her very talented mouth. She didn’t seem to care about his peeping, either. She began to hum just as the Conductor pressed his hands on the Assignment’s lower back, thrusting her chest forward until her nipples were plastered against the cold window. He could see her trembling from there and lowered his view to her center. With her hips so far back, he couldn’t see her slit but, even from this distance, he could see the juices running down her thigh. He swelled harder at the sight and the girl gagged slightly on his thickness, but didn’t slow, increasing her speed some at his approaching orgasm.
He watched the Conductor raise the crop and bring it down on her exposed buttocks and saw the girl open her mouth in a scream. He bucked into his companion’s mouth as he imagined the Assignment’s lips around him instead of a hired girl.
Again and again the Conductor cropped the Assignment, and he watched, feeling a pulse in his loins with each smack. His loins tightened and he felt his release at last. He wanted to see the assignment’s orgasm, but this girl was too good on him. Just as he began to ejaculate, the window washer blocked his view and he looked down, the girl’s red lips wrapped around him as he began to release. He smiled as she swallowed every drop.
~to be continued~
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