… solipsubmissive …

 This is a bit of a departure for me.  Most of what i write here is laced with traces of me, bits of things inspired by some event or conversation, by something that moves me.  i wrote this, (and the other forthcoming pieces in this “k” category) at the request of someone, about a year ago, for no other purpose than to entertain.

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 Kiki stood at the window of the trendy, overpriced coffee shop and watched the man jog by. Every day, same time. Kiki never altered her routine. Fruit stand to pick up her lunch, quick stop for a newspaper, then a duck into the coffee shop for a good strong jolt to her day. Apparently, the jogger never altered his, either.

He was relatively young, likely mid to late thirties, and tall. A strong, athletic build. Obvious endurance. Kiki liked endurance. She watched as he passed, then glanced at her watch. In ten minutes, he would be back. She smiled, catlike, and sauntered over to the coffee bar for a tall, dark Kenyan blend. “Two cups, one empty, please,” she told the young man behind the bar then glanced out the window at the crowded street. He gave her an odd look, but handed over the requested items. She tossed a bill on the counter and walked away without waiting for change, the baristo’s eyes following her appreciatively.

All of 5’3″, Kiki was striking. Flashing blue eyes, a ready smile, red hair coiffed in an immaculate, smooth bob, she walked with the confidence of a woman who knew she was sexy. And she positively radiated sex. Lush curves, just a few pounds shy of plump, she looked as though she’d be a joy to cuddle, if one were willing to risk her claws.

She stopped at a table near the door and took the lid off the steaming coffee. She glanced at her watch again, then poured a quarter of the brew into a potted plant. A couple matronly ladies seated nearby clucked with disapproval. Kiki tossed them an irreverent smile and began pouring the coffee from one cup to the other in quick succession, cooling it down a bit. Piping hot would be bad in a few minutes. She dipped a finger in, nodded with satisfaction and tossed the empty cup in one of the many receptacles scattered about. She winked at the old biddies and tilted her head toward the door. “Watch this,” she said.

Coffee in hand, pretending to look in an entire different direction, Kiki sailed blithely out the front door of the shop, directly into the path of the returning jogger. Too late to avoid running into her, all he could do was put out his hands in an effort to catch her and keep her from sprawling in the middle of the pavement. He managed it, and managed to keep himself upright, as well. He hadn’t counted upon the coffee. The impact sent the drink sloshing out of the topless cup in a deep brown arc that splashed across Kiki’s cream blouse and camel slacks.

Stuart clutched the squirming redhead in his arms a few moments, rather horrified as he surveyed the damage. The slacks might survive, but the blouse was most decidedly ruined. And wet. Kiki’s nipples were clearly visible through the sodden material of her bra and blouse. His eyes lingered appreciatively, then lifted to her eyes. They danced reprovingly at him.

“Now that is really bad of you—,” she trailed off, waiting for his name.

“Stuart,” he replied. “And I’m terribly sorry. I’m afraid that blouse is quite done for.”

She smiled coquettishly and leaned into him a bit. “Scottish,” she said, and nodded as though his accent suddenly explained much. He didn’t reply, so she continued, “I am Kiki.”

He smiled then. “Yes. You are.”

Daunted for a moment by his somewhat amused tone, she paused only a moment, then plunged ahead. “Well, what are we to do about this?”

“I’ll be happy to pay for the damages,” Stuart offered politely.

Kiki laughed, a seductive, deep-throated laugh that somehow suited her. “No, you were quite right. There’s no help for this blouse. It will have to go.” She arched a brow. “Perhaps you can repay me another way.”

His lips quirked knowingly.

“Dinner…tonight?” she asked.

He gave her a long look, then nodded slowly. She rummaged through her purse and pressed her business card into his hand. “Give me a call. I’m late for work.” She handed him the nearly empty coffee cup, looked up and down the street and plunged into the rush hour traffic. Her ass swayed enticingly as she walked, and Stuart watched it until she was swallowed up by other pedestrians.

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“You don’t talk much, do you?” Kiki plucked a piece of lettuce from his salad plate and brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out, catching a drop of dressing before she popped the leaf into her mouth.

“When I’ve something to say, I do. More wine?”

Kiki shook her head. He’d ordered a bottle, but hadn’t had a drop of it. Her glass, however, always managed to remain magically filled. She was feeling, if not quite drunk, deliciously giddy, and quite happy with the way her planned seduction of the jogger was turning out. “It’s early, yet. Perhaps we could stop somewhere else before we end the evening.”

“You have something in mind, I’m sure.”

She nodded and smiled. “Your place?” Her eyes caught and held his in unmistakable invitation.

“Rather brazen, aren’t you, Kiki?”

She shrugged. “I tend to know what I want.”

“And you want me?”

She smiled slowly. “I do.”

He ran a finger lightly around the rim of his unused wine glass. “Have you any idea what you might be getting?”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?”

Stuart looked at her, a long, assessing look, before answering. “No. I don’t think I’ll take you up on that.”

“You know you want me.”

“Ahhh, Kiki.” His fingers moved to a steak knife. Her eyes followed. “But for what?” he asked.

Her stomach lurched and she found she couldn’t take her eyes off his hand on that knife. “I’ll take my chances,” she murmured, and stood. He stood, politely, as well. She tossed him a smile. “Let’s go.”

The ride was brief. They pulled up before his darkened house in no time, and Kiki sat still in the passenger seat, allowing him to come around to help her out. They walked to the door. She could feel herself becoming wet as he inserted the key into the lock. Entering a strange house to have sex for the first time always thrilled her. He pushed open the door and allowed her to precede him inside.

She walked slowly, looking around a bit, then turned to face him, slipping her jacket off her shoulders. “Where should I put this?”

“There’s a coat rack by the study door.” She held her coat out to him, clearly indicating that she expected him to take care of it for her. He walked by her and took the coat, then lightly touched her elbow to escort her with him. “We can sit and talk in there. It’s quite cozy.”

Kiki walked in, wrinkling her nose at the word cozy. She wandered to his desk and perched a hip on it, swinging her leg a bit. Her fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse and began undoing them. She pulled it out of the waistband of her skirt. “Come here,” she said.

Stuart walked over to her. She straightened from the edge of the desk and leaned into him, tilting her face up for a kiss as her hands went to his belt. Deftly she unbuckled it as his lips descended to hers. She unbuttoned his trousers as her tongue slid lightly along the line between his upper and lower lips. By the time it finished its tiny journey, she’d unzipped him, reached in and had his hot hard length in her hand.

One single thrust of her tongue, then she fell to her knees, taking his cock urgently into her mouth. She didn’t wait, didn’t build up the tension, didn’t make it a lasting pleasure. She wanted him in her mouth and she had him, sucking him in, taking him as deeply as she could before pulling back to look at it, glistening in the subdued light from the windows.

She sucked him as though she were starving, dipping her head, moaning with pleasure at the feeling of having her mouth finally filled by the man she’d been watching for weeks. When his hands went to her hair and he began to thrust into her, she disengaged and stood, backing away from him toward the desk.

The blouse slipped from her shoulders and landed in a shiny red pool on the floor. The lacy black bra followed. Her tits were magnificent, plump and quivering and pale, glowing in the moonlight. Stuart took a step toward her, but she shook her head. “Wait,” her cocksucking mouth said to him. And he did.

A small zipping sound and the skirt fell to the floor. She stood there, clad in stockings and heels, then stepped out of the little circle made the by skirt. She slipped her panties down her legs, her smoothly shaved pussy framed now by the garters holding up the black nylon. She started to kick off her black heels, but Stuart held up a finger. “Leave those on,” he said evenly. Kiki looked at him a moment, assessed the charged atmosphere, and decided to comply. She stood, looking at him, her blue eyes holding him off.

The tingling in her pussy didn’t allow her to wait long. With a moan, she closed her eyes and brought her hands to her chest, running her splayed fingers down over the tops of her breasts, slipping them under, lifting and offering them for him to suckle. Stuart remained motionless, content to allow her to play out her little fantasy for now. He watched as she brought her thumb and forefinger together on the nipple of each globe, pinching and manipulating the dusky nubbins of flesh, her breath leaving the mouth so recently wrapped around his cock in a hiss. She opened her eyes, saw him watching her, saw that he had no intention of taking her up on her offer. And she smiled.

“You don’t want this, Stuart?” Her eyes flashed at him, not in anger, but in challenge. She stepped back, glanced down at the desk. With an unconcerned air, she pushed back the lamp and knocked over a cup of writing implements, then perched her ass on the edge. She lifted and spread her legs, scooting her ass back still further so she could rest the heels of her black pumps on the desk. Her cunt opened for him, the wetness glistening and begging for penetration. Kiki didn’t make it wait. She slid a finger over her clit. Stuart watched as it arched, then plunged into her wet hole.

Kiki gasped as she felt the walls of her pussy close around the invading digit, sucking it in, swallowing it like a hungry mouth, wetting it with her juices. She groaned as she pulled it back out and brought it again to her clit, rubbing and manipulating and circling that engorged piece of flesh, drawing out her pleasure before his eyes. “Perhaps I don’t even need you, tonight, Stuart,” she said, her voice a throaty purr. She closed her eyes and arched her back, settling in for a frigging as an appetizer for the evening she had planned.

Closing her eyes was a big mistake. Huge. Stuart took in the self-satisfied smirk on her pretty face and smiled slowly. Poor little kitten.

Kiki’s eyes snapped open when his hand closed around her throat. He slapped her wet fingers away from their treasure and plunged three fingers abruptly and deeply into her pussy. “Cocky little slut,” he growled. “Do you think me weak?” His thumb found her clit and his fingers arched upward, stroking her inside in places she’d not known existed. The first orgasm hit her like a wall, and she shrieked with the pleasure of it, even as his hands tightened on her throat and cut off the sound.

“Tell me you don’t want pretty little bruises, Kiki.” His fingers raped her and she rode out that orgasm, her legs shaking. He left her clit alone, loosened his grip on her throat, slowed his invading fingers to a teasing pace. “Offer me your tits again, bitch. Tell me what you want me to do with them. Her hands moved without thought, lifting and presenting. “No answer? Good. Then I can do what I want with them.” His hand left her throat, reached back and delivered a stinging slap to the outside of first one breast, and then, backhand, to the other. She cried out, tried to scramble away, but the fingers in her cunt hooked again, held her.

“Let me go,” she whimpered, trying to close her legs, reaching to cover and protect her tits from another assault. His thumb found her clit again, pressing it down, hard, against her pubic bone. She collapsed back on her elbows, crying as she felt herself fucking back at his hands, begging wordlessly for more. Her eyes opened and met his, pleading with him, and he smiled, a slow, evil smile that made her catch her breath. “Fuck me,” she breathed.

“Are you sure, Kiki?” She didn’t respond, couldn’t. The walls of her pussy were contracting around his fingers again and she whimpered, a small sound that turned into a keening cry of pain/pleasure when the orgasm took her again. “No answer? Quite rude, Kiki.” He slapped her, then, hard enough to leave an imprint on her check. His hand slid to her breast, grasping it. “Ask me, Kiki. Don’t tell me. What do you want?”

“Fuck me, please,” she said. He squeezed harder. “Oh, God, fuck me, please…any way you want. Take me…use me. Hurt me. Just please…I’m begging…will you please fuck me?”

He pushed her all the way down onto the desk, paperclips, thumbtacks and pens poking painfully into her back. “Twist your nipples. Spread your legs, fuck kitten, wide. Wider.” She nodded and complied, her eyes gleaming. This was what she had come for, the reason she had singled him out when she’d first seen him jog by. Slowly, he slid into her hot, pink center, slid in and waited there, feeling her pussy encase him. He grasped her ankles, pushing back her legs and spreading her more, lifting her ass slightly off the table. Taking his time, his eyes on her, he drew his cock back out, inch by tantalizing inch. Kiki trembled and tried to fuck up at him, fingers plucking at her nipples, unable to move much with his strong hands closed cruelly around her ankles, holding them apart. She pleaded with him with her eyes as she felt his cock leave her pussy.

“Stuart,” she started, then screamed in pain when he plunged without warning into her ass. Deeply, he pushed, stretching her nether hole, leaning over her when he was in her to the hilt. “Any way I want it, right, kitten? Isn’t that what you said?” He pulled out, pushed back in roughly. She gasped and started crying. “This is the way I want it, Kiki. I want my cock in your ass.”

He began fucking her, grunting with pleasure. Her ass was tight, gripping his cock deliciously as it slid in and out. His eyes left her face and he watched it, disappearing into the hole below her moist, wet cunt. “Play with your clit, kitten. You said you didn’t need me. Show me how you pleasure yourself. Bring yourself off while I’m fucking your ass.”

Her eyes bore into his, hurt and angry. Angry because of her ruined plans, angry with him for hurting her, but mostly angry because her hands were reaching for her pussy, doing as commanded even though she hated him. Two fingers slid into her cunt, feeling his cock thrusting in and out through the thin membrane dividing the two channels. Another finger circled her clit, rubbing it. She heard the guttural animal sounds before she realized they were coming from her as she finger fucked and frigged and fucked back at his invading cock. And then she stiffened, threw her head back and screamed, the orgasm tearing through her mercilessly.

Stuart drove in deep, one final time, and emptied his cock deep inside her ass. His back arched and he roared his release, his fingers tightening and leaving bruises on her delicate ankles. He stayed like that a moment, allowing himself to savor the orgasm, before pulling out of her ass and releasing his iron grip.

Kiki dropped her feet to the desk and smiled a slow, sated smile. She giggled a little, utterly enchanted with the way she felt now. I should feel violated, she thought vaguely to herself. She brought her hands to her face, smelled herself on them, and smiled again, then jumped, startled, when something landed on her stomach.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Stuart tossed her skirt on top of the blouse. Kiki sat up, clutching her clothing so it wouldn’t fall back on the floor.

“Get dressed. Go home,” he said.

“But–,” she started to say. She slid down from the desk, struggling into her blouse.

“Go, Kiki. Go think about the choice you made when you singled me out for your little spilled coffee game. Perhaps you’ll come again when you’re in a more—hmmm,” he tapped a finger on his lips, “a more respectful state of mind,” he finished. “Goodnight.”

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