White Walls

White walls, window, blind.

Drain in the floor. He can imagine blood, traces, spatters staining the white walls. Cleaning, someone cleaning them away. Ready, ready for him.

One straight backed wooden chair sits there in the middle of the room

Long blond hair, great breasts, narrow hips, long legs. She said, "Sit down and wait here for me," in her sexy husky voice.

He sat down on the wooden chair, can't move now, wants to leave, cant get up, she told him to stay.

Sweat. He's sweating . He wanted to be here, has told her what for, wants it, wants to be afraid.

She returns. Sways in with lube and condoms. Sets them down by the chair, convenient. Handy.

She moves in on him, erotic movement to her body, her husky sex filled voice. "Do you want to see my breasts," she asks.

He nods dumbly. She moves them close, lifts off her t-shirt; arms up, stretched out, lacy bra exposed. Lovely tits. She bends to him, lovely tits swelling in lace in front of his face.

"Umm," she says, takes his hands, places them on her breasts, he kneads them, wants the fabric gone

"Take off the bra," he says, his voice not his own, desperate, needing. She reaches back, gives a flick, and the lace is falling loose. Her breasts are hanging free as she reaches forward and slips off the bra, letting it fall in his lap, onto his tented pants. His cock is straining to burst, he is so afraid of her. Of her power. He sits fixed to the hard wooden seat, unable to move, waiting for her to lead him through the moves he only glimpses now.

He takes her breasts in his hands again, takes one to his mouth, sucks the nipple, sucks the whole brown stain into his mouth. Sucks hungrily, feels reassured, safe for a moment as he mouths the soft flesh.

He moans. He releases the hard saliva coated nipple, takes up the other nipple - already hard. His tongue guides it in to him, slurping it, wanting that moment of safety again. That moment of safe, warm, closed eye, sucking.