Literotic asexstories – Valentine's Day by ForestJay,ForestJay
Madison was a foley artist. She was 5 feet and 6 inches. She liked wearing six inch heels to push her height to 6 feet, but she usually only wore 3 inch heels outside of work. At work she had to wear sneakers. Foley recording often required a lot of movement, some of which was awkward. Madison’s weight was always within 10 pounds of 145. She had light red hair, that sometimes looked strawberry blond. Her hair went a little passed her shoulders. Her hair was all the same length. Madison had pale skin that came from her Irish grandparents.
Wade was an architect. They had lived together in Wade’s house for a little over a year. It was perfect because her lease was coming to an end just when their relationship started to get serious.
Wade was really honest with her, and told her about his interest in ponyplay. Madison had seen The Secretary so she had some idea of what it was when he told her. She had never done any BDSM, which had made it intimidating for Wade to discuss with her. As their relationship blossomed she learned more about it. She subscribed to a Yahoo Group for a website called SirJeff’s PonyGirls. She also found some websites with ponyboys, and decided they seemed fun to play with.
She decided that for Valentine’s day she would be his ponygirl. On New Years day she started looking for tack shops. They lived together in Lakeville Massachusetts. The closest tack shop she could find was in Springfield. The shop’s website said that customers could come in for private fittings. She was nervous to call the store. She had read some stories about women being abducted, but she knew they were fiction. She also hadn’t spent much time naked around strangers, and this stranger would be fitting her into pony tack! As she contemplated it she realized she had to act soon or she would lose her nerve. She dialed the number in her cellphone.
After ringing twice a man’s voice said, “Tony’s Tack Shop, how may I help you.” Madison blushed, this was it. As she tried to think of what to say the man asked, “Hello?”
“Hi, I’m calling to schedule a private fitting.” Her emotions were suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of vulnerability.
“Okay, we’re available most nights. Is there a specific date you had in mind?”
Wade was going to be on a business trip in a week, it was the perfect time. “How about the 10th?”
“We can take you on the 10th. How does 7PM sound?”
She wondered if he meant to use the word take. “That works, that will give me enough time to eat and drive to your shop.”
“These usually take two hours. Will you have enough time?”
“Yes.” If he was worried about her time than it seemed unlikely he’d abduct her, that was a relief.
“Great, what’s your name?”
“Umm”, she hesitated. Saying her name would really make it a more public action. Even if he had caller ID, which he probably did, she could be using anybody’s phone. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I’m Madison.”
“Okay Madison, I’ll see you next Tuesday at 7.” The phone disconnected, he had hung up. She was blushing again as she realized that this man, who she didn’t know, knew she wanted to be tacked up as a ponygirl, and would see her before the fitting. In fact, maybe he would be the one to fit her for the tack! It was probably a small shop, would she be fitted by a man?
This had her really worked up. Wade was in his office getting some work done. It was almost lunch time. Since it was a holiday they would certainly have time for a nooner! She walked in and he was using a computer aided drafting program. She was bare-foot, and the rug had muffled her steps. She walked behind him and started massaging his broad shoulders. He felt a little tense, he definitely needed a break! His shoulders relaxed as she massaged them. He was still working when she finished massaging his shoulders. The desk was wide enough for her to duck under, which is exactly what she did. She decided it would be best to get straight to the point. She unzipped his pants and pushed aside his boxers. He was still pretty soft, but clearly she had made some impact. She pulled his cock out and caressed it for a moment. She than put her lips to the top of his cock and kissed. There was a slight taste of urine on it.
She opened her mouth and took him in as deeply as she could without gagging. His penis swelled, soon reaching it’s full-size. She bobbed up and down on it while holding the bottom of his cock with her right hand. After a few strokes she would take him out of her mouth and lick him like a popsicle. She blew on his penis and than took it in her mouth again. She repeated this for a few minutes until he finally put his hand on her head. This was as close to BDSM as they ever got. He would hold her head by the hair. He pushed her mouth up and down, but never so far as to gag her. She still held onto his shaft with her hands, excited that she’d really gotten his interest. She knew she’d be getting fucked soon. Between the phone call and the thought of Wade inside her she was getting really wet. When Wade neared an orgasm he pulled her head off his cock, pulled her up and around to kiss him.
She loved that he’d kiss her after she had given him a blowjob. While there wasn’t much pre-cum in her mouth, it was enough to turn off some of her former boyfriends. Wade was so hot. She pushed his chair out a bit and lifted her dress.
She was quickly on him. He felt great. He was the perfect size for her. She used to have a dildo that was slightly smaller. Their relationship had rendered it worthless. As she rode him, his cock slamming against her g-spot, he unzipped her dress. He pulled it off her arms. Her breasts were only a size B-cup. She was a little embarrassed by how small they were, but Wade seemed to love them. She wasn’t wearing a bra, it’s not like she had anything to sag. He took her left breast into his mouth. It was slightly smaller than her right breast. His mouth was so hot. His tongue went around her nipple. Than he sucked on the nipple hard just as he slammed into her. It was too much, she wanted to hold off the orgasm but she couldn’t. She leaned forward so her clitoris would rub against him as she started to tremor in orgasm. Her vagina tightened on his cock, but he was still going.
When her orgasm finally ebbed he stood up holding her. He walked with her still impaled to the closest wall and leaned her against it. He unbuckled his shorts and pulled them down. He didn’t mind having sex clothed, but when he was going to cum he didn’t like clothing around his crotch. After his shorts fell he pulled her dress up and off. He was ready. He starting thrusting using his hands to lift her after each thrust. His pace was a little faster than hers. His breathing was getting heavy. He started kissing at her neck. It felt great. Finally he started to cum. She was close to a second orgasm and clamped down on him as much as she could. She could feel him exploding inside of her. As the last of his cum spurt into her she started to cum. He kissed her on the mouth. He loved to kiss her just after he came. He looked deeply into her eyes.
As they both began to get their breathe back he backed up. He had gone limp and simply fell out. She could feel his cum drip out with him. He placed her on the ground and said, “Thanks, I needed a break.”
She smiled and said, “You’re welcome. I’m glad you needed a break because I needed that. I’ve been planning something for Valentine’s day, and it got me really worked up.”
“I see, should I ask what your planning.”
“You can, but you won’t get anything out of me, except to say that you better keep that night open for what I’m planning.”
****
It seemed like time went very slowly waiting for the fitting. Like most work days, she was wearing blue jeans. She was also wearing a purple turtleneck. Sometimes the materials she worked with to make sounds were messy. On the day of the fitting they were nearing the end of a project and some of the recordings had been rejected by the studio they were doing contract work for. The day was a hectic blur of re-recording based on the studio’s comments. It was good that they day was busy, because it gave her a break from thinking about ponyplay. She even had to work a little late. She went straight to the tack shop, she didn’t have time to eat. Fortunately, the Massachusetts’ Turnpike had fairly light traffic.
She still had a healthy amount of paranoia. She left two letters at home for Wade in case she was abducted giving all the details of where she was. He would be home in a couple of days. The first letter was on the kitchen counter. She hid the second letter under his pillow, just in case she was abducted and forced to reveal the location of a note. She also had her smartphone on her, so it might further help track her. She didn’t think she had to worry, but it was good to be protected.
When she arrived there were only two cars in the parking lot. She locked her car. She slipped her keys into her right pocket. She always kept her phone in her left pocket and her keys in the right pocket so that the keys wouldn’t scratch the phone’s screen.
There was a display window next to the door. You couldn’t actually see inside the store from the outside. The display blocked the entire window.
When she opened the door she instantly smelled leather. There was a man sitting at a high-end sewing machine that could handle leather. He was working on with some leather that was died pink. The wall on her left had a counter and cash register. The rest of the room had various articles on displays. Some of the items were on mannequins. The left wall was covered with professional photos of ponygirls and ponyboys. The photos were clearly a brag sheet for the custom work the store sold.
Leave a Reply