Encounter at Denny’s 3

Chapter 3

“Um, yeah,” I called back. “Be right there.”
Automatically, I walked into the kitchen, opened the pantry and pulled out two packages of soft, cotton cord. Tearing them open as I went, I headed up the stairs toward my bedroom. Briefly, I detoured into my office across the hall to grab my digital camera.
“Where are you going?” she called out.
“Keep your shirt on,” I said, apparently louder than I intended.
“Too late,” she replied, laughing, as I walked out of the office and across the hall to the bedroom.
There she was, sitting on my bed, wearing just her shorts and a pair of little red tennis shoes. The button and zipper on her shorts were undone, revealing the thin, delicate hint of pubes I’d gotten a glimpse of at the restaurant. She grinned again as she saw the rope and camera in my hands.
I was coming back to myself, once the initial shock of what was happening wore off. I’m basically a very dominant person, both in business and sexually. Once my mind started working again, I decided to let that side of my personality have free reign.
“Put your shirt back on,” I told her, dropping the rope on the bed beside her. “We’re going to start with a few photos.”
“OK,” she said as she reached for the discarded garment.
She pulled it over her head, and then looked at me expectantly. Obviously, here was a girl who liked to be dominated.
I guided her to lie back on the bed and start rubbing her body. At this point, my cat jumped on the bed, his naturally curious nature leading him to explore this previously unknown person. He head-bumped against her leg, making her giggle.
“Oh, hello kitty,” she said as she reached out to stroke his fine gray fur. “You’re a pretty kitty. What’s your name?”
“That’s Max,” I told her. “He’s a spoiled brat. He has to stick his nose into everything.”
“That’s alright,” she said with a grin, continuing to stroke Max’s furry ears. “I am, too. A spoiled brat, I mean.”
After shooing him out of the room, I closed the door. I didn’t need him interfering with what I had in mind. I instructed Ashley to stand and slowly strip while I settled in to take pictures.
Her shirt came off first, revealing her medium-sized, and perky round tits. They were capped with slightly puffy nipples that were rock hard, just a shade darker than the surrounding flesh. Her breasts showed a definite tan line where an extremely tiny bikini top had concealed the flesh from the sun.
“Now the shoes,” I said. “Then, lay back and play with your boobs.”
She complied. Her shoes hit the floor and she leaned back into the pillows, her hands sliding slowly up her sides to caress the delicate swell of her tits, one in each hand. A deep groan escaped her lips as her fingertips grazed the protuberances of her nipples.
“There a 34B,” she moaned. “Do you like them, daddy?”
Daddy, I thought. Well, there’s certainly some issues there we might have to explore.
“They’re beautiful, baby,” I told her. “Daddy likes them very much. Can you suck on your nipples for daddy?”
She grinned, cupped her tits and pulled them toward her mouth. Her little pink tongue, so much like a cat’s, slid from between her glossy lips. Her body jerked as she swiped it across the swollen tip.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Never done that before. That’s fun!”
She attacked both her tits, one after the other, with gusto. She was like a kid with a new toy. Her hips were undulating, thrusting against air, as she grew more and more aroused with her own ministrations.
Ashley groaned constantly now as I continued taking photos. I wondered if she could bring herself off just by sucking her own tits when it happened. Her body locked, her hips coming off the bed, her lips stretching right breast away from her body while she pinched and pulled on the left.
She released the tortured nipple and jammed her free hand between her legs, gripping and rubbing at the crotch of her shorts. Her hand was a blur, grinding the rough material of her pants into her most delicate flesh. Her hips flexed and relaxed, pounding at the air
Then she just exploded, a massive orgasm wracking her teenage body. Her pussy must have sprayed cum, because the cloth of her shorts was suddenly soaked, darkening between her legs as if she’d peed herself.
As quickly as it started, her cum subsided. She collapsed onto the bed, her body a quaking, quivering mass of post-orgasmic pleasure.
“God, I knew I liked having my boobies sucked,” she gasped. “But, I’d never done it myself before. That was, like, really hot!”
“Yeah,” I said, my turn to chuckle. “It looked pretty hot from here.”
She was limp as a rag doll, but she managed to finish stripping off her shorts. Naked now, she laid on the bed, glistening with sweat, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath.
“Gimme your cock,” she moaned as her hand crept back between her thighs.
“Later,” I said.
I reached out and took her hand. I pulled Ashley to her feet and led her toward the bathroom. She smiled, and sat on the toilet. She peed as I started the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
“Climb in,” I said when the water was warm enough.
She got under the water and let it run over her head. She made a minor adjustment to the temperature, grabbed the soap and began washing herself. I took a couple of pictures before I left briefly to grab a can of shaving cr? and a razor.
“You want me to shave my pussy, right?” she asked.
I nodded, handing her the equipment. I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down. I switched the camera from still to video capture.
She shook the shaving cr? and sprayed a generous amount into the palm of her hand. She moaned as she rubbed it into her pussy, soaking the fine hairs there in the soapy froth.
Ashley hit the button that diverted the water back to the tap and put her foot up on the side of the tub. She spread her thighs and pointed her pussy in my direction. She began shaving, pausing every now and then to rinse the razor off under the flow of water from the tap.
She’d removed about half the hair when she sat down and straddled the edge of the tub.