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Finder's Keeper
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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Finder's Keeper (part 1)
by Kneeling Icon
Ted walked up to the door of the apartment building, and got out the
keys given to him by Jennifer to open the door. She wasn't supposed to
be home for another two or three hours at least, which he decided
would be enough time to prepare everything for her return. He had
planned the whole evening already, down to the dinner he was ready to
cook, the bubble bath, the rubbing oils...Ted chuckled to himself as
he inserted the key into the building's door. He'd be feeling some
sympathy with that key later in the night, he thought.
Propping open the door with his foot, Ted picked up the sacks of
groceries he'd put down while unlocking the door, and headed down the
hall to the elevator. He pressed the "up" call button and set down
the bags again, preparing himself for the wait. He looked up to the
floor indicator to see that the light had just winked out from the
14th floor, and moments later saw it reappear on 15, Jennifer's floor.
A long wait, he decided. His eyes started scanning the area for
anything to entertain him, but they finally rested on his own
reflection in the brass plate surrounding the call buttons.
Brass has the strangest ways of making even the simplest person look
good, he thought. Its gentle distortions were vaguely reminiscent of
a fun-house mirror's, but they were not nearly as grotesque. They had
the power to hide minor flaws in their wavy magnifications and
dimunitions. He could make out his close-cut black hair, but the
yellowish-orange metal hid the blue of his eyes, converting it to a
pale black that belied the depth of the original color. Despite the
tendency to make everyon look fat, Ted's face still retained its rough
angularity and well-defined features. He smiled broadly just to see
what the brass would do to his teeth. The normally even rows of
paper-white teeth were returned to him as a garish parody of the
warning pamphlets his dentist had given him at age 10.
Overlooked in the midst of Ted's minor self-examination, the elevator's
signal light flashed on, and the warning bell rang. Startling Ted
somewhat, the elevator door opened and a man walked out of the cabin.
To ted he seemed rather ill at ease; his face looked worried, and the
man wasted no time in his hurry to leave the building.
Ted shrugged his shoulders and picked up his bags. He pressed 15
once inside, and the doors slid silently shut. Ted felt the gentle
increase in his weight as the elevator surged upwards. He counted
off the increasing numbers until he heard the soft ring of the bell
from the other side of the doors as the elevator approached 15,
slowing gradually. A slight jar was followed immedieately by the
opening of the doors, admitting Ted to the hallway. He collected his
things once more and ambled down the hall towards Jennifer's
apartment. Once more he readied the keys.
When Ted leaned against the door to select the proper key, the door
swung open, almost dumping Ted onto the floor inside. Ted concluded
that Jennifer's roommate must have left the door unlocked and
partially unlatched. Theresa didn't believe ithat any sort of crime
existed in her neighborhood. Terry was a decent girl, Ted thought,
but a little dingy, and a little wierd. Shrugging off worrying about
it, Ted proceeded into the apartment, turning right at the end of the
foyer. Walking into the kitchen, Ted sat the groceries down on the
counter, and reached over the counter to turn on the lights.
Unexpectedly, he kncoked over the small jar of spare change that Jenn
always kept there. Nickels and quarters spilled everywhere, making
their unmistakeable jingling sound.
A few seconds later, he heard a woman's voice coming from the hallway
that led to the bedrooms. He decided to ignore it, but the voice came
again, muffled but sounding inquisitive and perhaps just a touch
annoyed. Ted headed down the hallway to find out who it was. About
halfway down the hall, he heard the voice again, sounding definitely
irritated. The voice definitely belonged to Terry, he decided. He
almost answered, but on an impulse did not. It might be fun to scare
the hell out of her, he thought...she needed to learn to lock the door
if she was home alone, or at least to latch it thoroughly.
Sneaking up to Terry's door quietly, Ted gripped the handle, steadied
his breath, and flung the door open, jumping into the room and
shouting "Boo!" He was rewarded by a startled scream from Terry, but
he immediately noticed that the ceiling lights were off, and the room
was lit by candles. "Harv, is that you?" Terry said from her bed.
"Harv, I wish you'd come play with me, or at least let me up if you're
not interested."
Ted's eyes slowly focused on Terry. She was tied to her bed,
spread-eagled on her back, each limb stretched toward a different bed
post. A blindfold was tied around her eyes, but that was the only
thing which covered her body. So this is what she looks like with
her clothes off, Ted thought. He'd always been curious, but Terry had
never given him the chance to find out. She hadn't even gone to the
beach with him and Jenn the previous month. Ted took the opprtunity
to size up what he saw.
Terry was, in a word, gorgeous. He'd always suspected that she'd look
better without her clothes than with them, but now he knew for sure.
She had reddish-blond hair past her shoulders, thick and curly. Her
green eyes had always held some minor fascination for him, as had her
full pouting lips. She had delicate feminine facial features that
were strangely shadowed in the candle light, which also left enticing
lapses over other portions of her body. Without noticing that he had
moved, Ted found himself standing only a foot or two from Terry. Her
breasts, small but firm and taut, were stretched into ellipses by her
posture, glistening with small beads of sweat. Her stomach, always
imagined by Ted to be flat and athletic, was also stretched tight.
Ted's eye wandered farther down her body, finding her full hips,
continuing to scan over her thighs and legs...firm and lithe. Ted
wondered if the skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. Distantly
he heard Terry complain again. "Harvey? Look, I know this was my
idea, and that you weren't too thrilled about it...why don't we just
call it off? Untie me and we can relax together."
The words didn't register on Ted. He heard the sounds but he was too
busy looking at the mound of pubic hair. Unconsciously, Ted's hand
wandered away from his side, coming to rest on Terry's thigh. With a
light touch, he stroked his palm along her leg, upward towards her
hips. Again he barely heard Terry's voice. "Harv?? Are you going to
let me up? Or are you ready to play?" Terry's voice turned huskily
seductive during the final last sentence, but the timbre was lost on
Ted.
Ted felt almost dizzy, and his vision seemed to contract a bit, as if
he were having some Shirley MacLaine out-of-body experience. He
looked down at Terry's reclined form as if from an incredible height.
His arm seemed to be yards in length he watched it caress Terry's leg.
A dull but almost palpable roar seemed to fill his ears. With a
start, Ted realized what he was doing; his eyes refocused and he
seemed to gain a bit of balance. He stared again at Terry's
blindfolded form, and, deliberately this time, he moved his hand
upward along the inside of her thigh. He could feel her muscles tense
under his palm as he neared her crotch.
With a light pressure that elicited a satisfied sigh from Terry, Ted
pressed his fingers against her pubic bone, massaging slowly, feeling
the rough-soft pubic hair slip between his fingers. Farther along her
body, he felt the moisture begin to start. He pushed his hand along,
finally slipping a finger between her labia, and ran his ring finger
lengthwise between them. He felt her wetness coat his finger
slightly, and he heard her sigh. "Oh, Haaaaarv. I was wondering if
you were going to come back." She virtually purred.
Sliding his hand back and forth, Ted began to think over what Terry
had just said. Had this "Harv" freaked out and scampered off, Ted
wondered. If so...yes. The guy who passed me gettting out of the
elevator must have been "Harv." And nobody knew I was coming over
here tonight. So that means....she really doesn't know who I am! He
began to ponder the possibilities. If she thinks I'm "Harv," and Jenn
isn't due back for another couple of hours...No! I can't...
But Ted's hand betrayed him, sinking slowly into Terry's flesh. His
finger had stopped sliding between her labia and had begun to enter
her body. Terry's breath caught sharply as Ted's fingers parted her
more thoroughly; the sound caused Ted to refocus his concentration on
what he was doing. I have to, he thought. I'll never get another
chance like this one...and no one will ever know.
With more surety, Ted probed further, finally pushing far enough that
the base of his hand was pressed against Terry's body. He stroked the
front wall of her vagina, and was rewarded with a soft moan. As Ted
ministered to Terry, he looked around again, noting things he missed
when he entered the room.
Terry is obviously into some wierd shit, he thought. Her arms and
legs were secured with some kind of leather strap about two inches
wide, obviously designed for the puropse. The straps had small
buckles for tightening them, and had a few links of a light chain
attached to the middle. The chain ended after about eight or ten
links, but another chain was fastened to the end, with a padlock
running through both chains, as well as the other end of the second
chain, which was passed around the bed post.
Her blindfold was some sort of dark silk. In the candle light Ted
couldn't see whether it was black or just a dark blue. Scanning
around, Ted saw a small collection of items sitting on Terry's bedside
table. He saw a small pocket knife, a large vibrator (which made him
blush a little; he had never actually seen one, but had heard about
them), and what looked like a riding crop.
Ted was distracted from his investigations by the motions of Terry's
hips, which were beginning to thrust up and down. He decided to spend
a little more effort on making her come. It didn't take much. He
pushed a little harder, and changed the motion of his hand so that he
entered and exited her body almost completely, but still stroked
against the front wall of her vagina when he was into her almost all
the way. A few seconds later Terry's fists clenched tight and her
hips heaved upwards, staying aloft but still thrusting up and down an
inch or so at a time, slowly. Terry's face showed signs of her eyes
being clinched shut, but she emitted no sound other than a kind of
continuing grunt. So she's not a screamer *or* a moaner, Ted
observed. I always thought she'd be a screamer!
Slowly Ted withdrew his fingers Terry's body, sliding them against her
flesh as he did so. He toyed with her, draping his finger against her
skin while he moved his hand towards her breasts. He circled her
breast, leaving a trail of moisture behind, and moved upward to her
neck. As his hand passed her lips, Terry tried to lick Ted's fingers,
but he moved them away, until he rested them on the tip of her nose.
He left o small droplet of her own juices there, and then trailed his
fingers along the underside of her nose, to the top of her lips. Once
again Terry tried to lick his fingers, but Ted pulled them away.
Slowly he replaced them, until his index finger rested on her upper
lip. This time when Terry's tongue slipped out, Ted let her lick his
finger. Her lips parted farther when he pushed slightly against her
lower lip, and Ted slid his finger into her mouth so that her tongue
could caress the length of his finger.
As Terry worked, Ted began to think to himself. She must give great
head...she's doing an incredible number on my finger! I'd sure like
to feel that tongue wrapped around my dick. The thought and vision
made him instantly harder. A related thought took only moments to
materialize. Waitasec...she'd probably like that!
Ted stood up, slowly pulling his hand away from Terry's lips. As he
began to strip off his pants, Terry pouted a little. "Haaarv, I
wasn't done with that!" Ted almost laughed aloud. She *still* thinks
I'm "Harv." Ted almost couldn't undress because he was so stiff.
Finally he managed to get naked, and he climbed onto Terry's bed,
straddling her chest. She purred appreciatively. On a whim, Ted
pushed Terry's breasts closer together, and shifted his weight so that
his penis slid between them, touching both sides. Terry shivered.
After a few seconds of stroking, Ted couldn't stand the wait any
longer.
He shifted his position so that his penis was directly over Terry's
lips, and reached down with his right hand to push his erect penis to
an angle such that it could enter Terry's mouth. With a small sigh of
pleasure, Terry accepted the head, and began to work on it in the same
fashion as she had done to his finger. Ted let a small moan escape
his lips. Damn, but she was good at that, he thought. Terry lifted
her head a little to take more of him into her mouth, so Ted dropped
his waist an inch or so. Terry made an "mmmmmmmnn..." sound, like one
would do after sampling a bite of a fine meal. Encouraged by this,
Ted sank a little lower. He was rewarded with a louder "mmmmmmmm....."
so he gave her more. After another round of this, Ted felt Terry's
lips against his pelvis; she had accepted the whole shaft.
That was almost too much for Ted to believe; no one had ever done that
before. He decided to take advantage of it. Slowly, but with
increasing fervor, Ted began to move up and down, fucking Terry's
mouth. She responded with more encouraging sounds. Ted could still
feel her tongue running circles around his shaft, and he felt himself
starting to work towards a climax. The stimulation he had received,
both mental and physical, was beginning to have an effect. His
stroking increased in speed and force, and he could feel Terry's face
slapping against him, perhaps too hard, but she made no complaining
sounds.
Finally Ted came with a wave of energy. He was startled by the
intensity of the orgasm, but he pulled his penis from Terry's mouth,
allowing the semen to spurt onto Terry's lips. As he continued to
come, he let his seed spill over other places, onto Terry's breasts,
her throat, her stomach. When the orgasm subsided, Ted let his now-
only-half-stiff dick dangle above her lips, lightly touching them.
Terry took the cue, and licked and sucked all of the semes from it.
Ted had always been extra sensitive after an orgam, so the treatment
sent shudders through his body. When Terry was finished, he went
around her body with his penis, collecting the scattered drops of
semen so she would have more substance to remove. Each time sent more
shudders through Ted.
When he could take no more, Ted pulled away from Terry. He
desperately wanted to fuck her, but he knew it would be a while before
he could get hard again. Terry lay quietly on the bed for a few
moments before turning he head towards where he stood. "Harv... that
was great....I didn't know you had it in you!" She fell silent for a
moment before continuing on. When she spoke again, her voice was
soft, and very calm. "Harv...I know it's what made you leave before,
but I'd really like it if you tried the crop."
Ted's gaze quickly shifted to the bedside table, where the odd
collection of toys was displayed. He walked silently over to the
table and stood in front of it, examining Terry's "hardware." It all
made sense to him... Terry's into some B&D thing, Ted realized. She
must have tried to get that "Harv" guy to try it with her, but he got
scared when she asked him to use the riding crop on her, and hauled
ass...
Ted picked up the riding crop, rotating it in his hands as he turned
back towards Terry. I don't know if I can do this, he thought. Terry
interrupted his thoughts with a plea. "Harv? Are you up to this?
I'd really love it if you would at least give it a try..."
Ted wrestled with himself, switching his gaze back and forth between
Terry and the riding crop in his hand. Part of him was repulsed by
the thought of intentionally hurting someone as beautiful as Terry,
but at the same time, part of him enjoyed the prospect. Clearly she
wanted him to do it. As he twirled the riding crop slowly, he clucked
to himself softly.
END OF PART 1
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