Cassie stood and once again went into the kitchen to check the clock. It showed the time to be a quarter after nine, only ten minutes from when she last checked. She sighed and went back out to join her family in the conclusion of the movie. She smiled at her husband trying unsuccessfully to assuage his anger at her for interrupting the movie once again. Cassie couldn’t help herself. She was dying to get to bed, to bed and with Paul. It had first started about 3 months ago. Cassie and her husband had grown passionless in their marriage. She had wondered why, working too hard, interrupted by the kids, simply overwhelmed by the sameness of it all, the reason didn’t matter. One night as Cassie slept she was caught in the grip of the most realistic dream. She was amazed at the clarity and the colors, the single uninterrupted play of it. Never had she known dreams to seem so very real. It was as if she were truly living in the fabrication of her mind, yet each morning she would awaken, remembering fully everything that had taken place. The true drug of it all was what took place in her dream. The things that Paul made her do or feel were deliciously wicked, things beyond the imaginings of a strong independent and successful woman. The movie finally came to a conclusion. Cassie jumped up with a strange haste and began rushing the kids to bed. Her husband wondered if maybe he could get a little of her enthusiasm as they made their way to bed. He was certainly in the mood for it tonight. It had been many nights since they had made love, yet she had almost attacked him on several mornings recently. As Cassie slipped into bed, he moved closer, placing his hand on her hip and nudging between her legs with his knee. It was the signal for what he wanted. Cassie looked directly into his eyes, her desire was aflame within her and he was encouraged. Just as he reached up to cup her breast she turned, rolling over, she closed her eyes in search of Paul. Her guilt a brief fleeting emotion as she simply told herself that Paul would have taken her, she would not have been able to roll away. Until her husband learned this, he would run a close second to her dreams. The night swirls into her mind. Cassie is adrift in that warm darkness of her dreams. The picture comes into focus and she sees herself, she sits at her desk watching the agonizing progress of her clock. The dream Cassie looks up, and she is pulled inside the apparition until she lives the dream, looking out through the eyes of her dream. She has patiently waited all week for this rather strange date to begin. She waits for the mysterious trade rep to take her on her blind date. “Just what does he mean “blind date”? I have known him for months, and what is with that odd agreement I signed,” she thinks to herself “requiring my full participation in the date at all times or it ends instantly? If he wasn’t so damned… erotic, yes that’s it. He just oozes sensuality, making me feel… so… “mmmmm,” she moans to herself, as she once again feels the warmth and wetness gather at her pussy. Cassie, a very sexy 30 something woman just can’t deny passion, her husband has lost what interest he first showed and only feeds her passion when he needs a little. “Well fuck him,” she thinks to herself. Reaching inside her blouse she snaps the istanbul travesti rubber band secured to her nipple as Paul requested. The rubber striking the nipple, made erect by the tight band, shoots straight down to her pussy. The slow fade of the sting, like the tingling after orgasm, seeps through her nerves abating slowly. God, she never realized what she was missing by exploiting her sensitive breast this way. She had never realized a lot of things until Paul. The door opens and Paul steps inside, only he can come in unannounced. She flashes him one of her best smiles carefully cultivated to arouse and confuse men in business situations, it has no affect on him. She knew it wouldn’t, he never loses control. He closes the door “Are we ready?” he asks. “Yes Paul I…” “Stand,” he interrupts. She stands and his eyes take in her beauty. Her breasts, a respectable c cup, poke gently against the silk blouse. Her long sexy legs stretch out of a mid thigh skirt encased in the silk thigh high stockings she was requested to wear. “Panties?” he inquires, watching as she almost imperceptibly nods. “Take them off please.” he instructs her. Cassie hesitates momentarily, then pulling her skirt up on the sides, hooks her thumbs in and slides them down. “Leave them.” he orders as she begins to pick them up. She straightens, thinking that the cleaning staff is sure to find them. The thought makes her hot. Paul reaches into his suit pocket and produces a small jelly plug about 2 inches around and 5 inches long, bullet shaped with a flat base. “Bend over the desk.” he commands. She stands in place, her eyes transfixed by the anal plug, “What the hell is going on?” she thinks to herself. He pulls out the contract she signed, hesitates, and turns to leave. “Wait!” she yells, a little to loudly. She turns to the desk and leans across it reaching back to pull her skirt up over her shapely ass. She looks at the frosted glass panel next to her door and swears it is transparent, certain that the whole office can see her lewdly displayed. He steps up and strokes her ass, as he nudges her feet wider. She feels the cold jelly plug as it contacts her wet pussy. He begins to rub it up and down her silky slit, coating it with her juices. Cassie feels it pull away, and then it presses against her tight ass. She feels herself begin to open and she pushes against the object forcing her to open wider. As her ass reaches the widest portion of the plug, it is almost too much. Slipping down to tighten on the narrow part by the base, the plug wedges firmly in her ass. Paul pulls her to her feet and places a hand on her cheek kissing her ever so gently on the lips. They turn and go out the door. Everyone in the office it seems steals a glance at Cassie and the man that consumes her. He purposefully takes longer strides pressing her slightly on the lower back encouraging her to go faster. He does it not out of concern for the watching eyes, but for what it does to his sweet submissive. Cassie struggles to keep up. From that first step, the plug has begun to move back and forth with the sway of her hips, causing an explosion of pleasure through her body. It is hard to walk normal as your getting ass fucked with everyone looking. As they reach the elevator her knees buckle, he quickly catches istanbul travestileri and supports her as her orgasm subsides. They enter the elevator and she leans her head against his chest. “Do you like my gift, my sweet?” He inquires gently. A barely audible yes whispers from her lips as she struggles to recover. He reaches down and gathers the evidence of her pleasure on his fingers. Just before reaching the bottom floor, he withdraws his hand and wipes a glistening sheen on her lips. He kisses her, tasting, then breaks it as the door opens. They walk out and into his waiting car. As they begin to move through the city streets Paul produces a blindfold. “This is what I meant by blind date love, please put it on” he asks. “Paul, I …”she begins and he quickly cuts her off. I asked you to put it on, if you choose not to then I will drop you off and be gone. Cassie lowers her head and slips the padded blindfold over her head. She feels slightly overwhelmed as the darkness sweeps over her. It has a tangible feel, slightly claustrophobic in nature. Her level of awareness grows steadily though until each and every sense that is still free is super aware. She can smell the light scent of his cologne as well as her own arousal. Under all, there is the scent of the leather seats. Thinking of the seats leads her to how they feel on her ass. The smooth leather gripping, molding itself to her ass, each bump transitioned directly into the plug wedged deep inside. She can almost feel the slickness where her pussy drips onto the kidskin. Cassie can hear everything, from the faint traffic sounds coming through the well-insulated doors, to the slow measured breathing of her lover. She listens carefully to the air, almost visualizing it curling among his lips slowly in and out. “Cassie?” He says, startling her out of her fixation. “Yes sir” she whispers quietly. “Lay back and show me your rubber bands, show me what you do with them” He requests. Finally able to embrace something familiar she lays back into the seat. Unbuttoning her blouse she opens it to either side. She quickly grasps the band snug around her nipple with one hand and the free end with the other. She stretches it a little further in person caught up in the moment. SNAP! It crashes against her tender nipple, a gasp escapes her lips as a flash goes off behind the blindfold. “Again” he commands. She pulls it away from the nipple already redder, larger from the first time Snap! It crashes again. A low moan slips out. “The other one now” he commands again. Cassie grabs the other one, starts to pull the elastic away and his hands close over hers. He takes hold of the elastic and she drops her own hand. He holds it poised. She is tensed waiting for it to fall, it doesn’t. Her nipple, erect filling with pressure as the elastic constricts, begins to throb. It seems like hours go by then SNAP it lands on her super sensitive tit. Unggggggghhhh! A small orgasm slips out of her, every twinge bittersweet in intensity due to the blindfold. She lies there recovering; absently her fingers stroke her breasts. “We have arrived.” He whispers. “I want no more doubts from you Cassie. Your going to experience things far beyond what you have already, you can stop now, if not you are to finish the evening. Shall we continue?” travesti istanbul Far beyond!, what can he possibly have in store, shouldn’t I just quit? She thinks to herself. But god he makes me feel so fucking good. Slowly she nods her head. “That isn’t good enough Cassie, tell me” “Yes sir, you may do what you will with me tonight” She answers, surprised at the submission that seems so natural in her voice. She starts to button her blouse and he quickly stops her “Leave it Cassie, it is alright” he soothes. He gets out and gently helps her from the car. An annoying buzz shatters the vision. Harsh morning sun slips into her barely cracked eyelids as Cassie realizes she has awakened. Sleepily she slaps the alarm clock rolling to her side, her legs wrapped intently around her hand as she struggles to deal with your unsatisfied desire. Her husband walks from the shower snickering something about her gasping in her sleep. Cassie yanks his towel free and pulls him to the bed, the smell of the shower fresh upon his skin. Pushing him over Cassie throws her leg across, straddling him facing his feet. Her drenched pussy slips easily over him before he is even ready. Cassie feels him growing quickly inside her but shakes it off, concentrating on herself and the dream. Cassie’s nipples still throb remembering the slap of the rubber bands and the delicious way they’d tighten when pulled. Cassie cups her breast as she begins sliding her hips back and forth over her husband. She pinches her nipples and yelps at how tender they are, glancing down she notices little red loop shaped marks. Cassie explodes. The fear and excitement prove too much and orgasm rips through her. Once again Cassie is a slave to the clock. Since dinner she had constantly watched it this time filled with the same excitement, but also a little fear at the reality of these dreams. People shouldn’t bear the marks of their dreams should they? She thought to herself. She had semi rationalized that it was psychosomatic, that her body had just produced what her mind had instructed it too. But it was still weird and a little frightening. Cassie’s husband still was angry with her. She had climbed off him just as he had cum, capturing the first shot but leaving the rest to splash upon his just and legs, his little prick looked like a small comical fire hose becoming a dribble as his orgasm was interrupted. He had been forced to re shower, making him late, which in turn drew an ass chewing from his boss. He would probably stay mad for a few days. Oh well, she sighs. Taking advantage of his anger, Cassie quickly goes to bed early in the evening. Closing her eyes and controlling her breathing, she drifts off. A swirl of sunlight and reflection dance before her eyes, Cassie stumbles a bit as she syncs into the dream and becomes aware that she is partially undressed on a sidewalk in front of a building. He wraps his arm around her waist and steers her as she walks, calmly telling her when to step up or down. They ascend a small set of steps obviously the entrance to a building. They pass through a door and Cassie first hears music, then the quiet background noise of a crowded restaurant. “Don’t, it is alright” he cautions as she goes to close her shirt. “Your usual table Mister Paul” the Maitre de gushes and quickly receives a nod. “The dressing room is right this way” Cassie feels him walk past as she receives a nudge from Paul. He guides her into a room and she hears the man depart. Cassie catches the odor of clothing in large quantities and figures it must be the coatroom.