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1. Richard and Charlotte in 

"Desperate Housewife"

Richard looked down laughingly at the bathroom sink, which looked as though someone had purposefully stuffed tissue paper in the plug hole in order to block it. Either that, or the plug was lost again. This was not the first time that Charlotte had called him over on a flimsy pretext. It was one of her favourite games, pretending that Richard was Mike from the TV series "Desperate Housewives" and she, of course, played the part of Susan. The fact that he bore a fair resemblance to the actor - and kept his body in good shape with twice-weekly visits to the local gym club and swimming pool - helped her to enjoy her little fantasies all the more. For her part, Charlotte didn't like the gym but worked out at home instead to keep trim. She ate quite sensibly, but often succumbed to the delightfully evil temptations of ice cream or chocolate. For the occasions when she had indulged in a few too many calories, she had two favourite remedies; If she felt really guilty, she would jump on her mountain bike and head out of town and across the nearby hills, round the lake and back again. If she couldn't be bothered with all that, she would simply call up Richard and somehow persuade him to drop whatever pointless chore he was attending to and come straight over to help her work off the extra ounces with some vigorous physical activity in the bedroom. Charlotte had a golden tan and straight dark hair which was now long enough to swish over her shoulders, but had not yet grown to the length she was aiming for. She was keen for her hair to grow long enough to reach down to her chest, curious about the possibility of being able to tickle her own boobs. She liked it very much when Richard used his own hair to caress her sensitive nipples.

Richard removed the soggy mush from the sink and the water flowed away normally. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and gave a little shrug as the image pleased him. His muscular arms and shoulders were hot and sweaty and his tight, white T-shirt clung to his firm torso - on this particular hot summer day and he had been cleaning his car when Charlotte called him in a panic. He picked up his tool bag and pushed open the connecting door to Charlotte's bedroom.

Charlotte was lying on the bed wearing only a skimpy pair of white panties and stockings without suspenders. Her head was propped up with a couple of big pillow so she was able to get a good look at him when he appeared beside her. 
"Did you manage to fix my sink Mike?" she asked in an overly innocent voice. "I hope it wasn't too hard for your… er, plunger ", she continued in a lascivious drawl. 
"Yeah, it's fixed Susan", said Richard, going along with the role-play Charlotte had chosen for today. "But you really should use the right tool to plug a hole, otherwise you could get in an awful lot of trouble". He put down his tool bag, raised an eyebrow and gave her a scolding look.
"Ooooh!" Charlotte whispered, pensively.

The afternoon sun was sinking low in the sky so that it blazed in through the open window and illuminated her golden skin like an enormous floodlight.
"Mike?" she asked, shielding her eyes with her hand. The word hung in the heavy air until Richard remembered it was directed at him and paid attention. "Would you do something about the sun in my eyes please. It's so bright". Rather than drawing the curtains, Richard bent down and pulled open the bottom drawer below Charlotte's wardrobe. From a compartment which he was obviously familiar with, he took out three silk scarves of different colours and tossed two onto the bed. The third, he continued to hold by diagonally opposite corners and gently draped it across Charlotte's eyes, drawing the two ends round her head and tying them together at the front, just above the bridge of her nose. She offered no resistance. 
"How's that?" whispered Richard. 
"Much better" she replied. There is nothing like a blindfold to heighten the other senses, she thought to herself.

"What are you doing Mike?" she feigned in mock surprise as he started to tie the second silk scarf round her right wrist and then attach it to the corner of the bed frame.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson for wasting my time, Susan", said Richard with a firm tone. He moved round the bed and tied Charlotte's left hand to the other corner of the bed in a similar manner. She gave a feeble tug with each arm, just to confirm that she was properly confined, not that she had any intention of trying to escape Richard's punishment. Then she felt Richard take hold of the top of her left stocking and start to roll it down her long slender leg. She quivered slightly at his subtle touch and in a moment, he had removed it completely from her leg and foot. She felt his big smooth hands slip up the inside of her thighs and this made her tremble in anticipation. He seized her panties and eased them down, remarking to himself how pure and white they seemed next to her tanned thighs. He continued over her legs and finally drew the tiny garment over each foot. Richard folded one end of the stocking into a loop and slipped it over Charlotte's left foot and ankle, tying the loose ends round the bedpost. Without a moment's hesitation he removed the remaining stocking from her right leg and moved up to the top of the bed where he trailed it over her neck from side to side and back again. The stocking obediently followed his hand under her arms and round her shoulders. Charlotte moaned lightly as he shifted position to caress her breasts with the stocking, drawing it round and round in delicate curves until her nipples hardened under the gentle stimulation and stood erect as if trying to poke through the sheer material. "Not too soon" teased Richard, and he whisked the stocking away from her nipples and down over her smooth, flat belly and down her right leg. When he reached her foot, he attached it to the bed with the still-warm stocking. There she was, laid out and unable to stop what was coming next.

Richard then turned his attention to her thighs which he caressed expertly with his palms whilst positioning his head between her legs. Charlotte couldn't see him but was already moist from anticipation of where he was heading. She gave a squeal of delight as his tongue made contact with her lips. He probed a little and found her clit, which he flicked back and forth. She tensed up, gently biting her lip and strained her wrists against the silk, which held her fast. He nuzzled her bud again and darted his skilful tongue into her eager hole. "Oh yes!" she cried out and raised her knees slightly off the bed as though trying to wrap her legs round his head. But with her ankles fixed to the bed, she had no choice but to wait for Richard to decide her fate. 

When she was well and truly wet, Richard pulled back, got off the bed and took off his jeans and underwear. His cock was ready for action and he climbed back on the bed, guiding his tool towards Charlottes gaping pussy. Holding his rod in one hand, he nudged her clit from side to side and then eased himself into her just a little bit, making her gasp. Masterfully, he drew out and back in a little, setting up a short, rhythmical movement, which gave rapid stimulation to her clitoris. Charlotte arched her crotch up to try to take him in deeper but he continued to tease her with only the head of his penis for a few more seconds before he suddenly thrust his full length in and made her scream with pleasure as she felt a few powerful thrusts inside her. He stopped and withdrew his cock so she could catch her breath and beg for more. He loved to tease her like this and she loved him being in control of her body's sensations. He recommenced the same moves, teasing with his bell as her hole contracted round it, trying to pull him further inside. "Nine, ten…" he counted to himself and then plunged in again, right up to the hilt. Three deep, pulsing thrusts and Charlotte was nearly coming. 
"Yes, yes" she implored "Don't stop". Once more he repeated the action until this time when he eventually went in deep, he kept going, long and hard, over and over. Charlotte was gasping for breath between her cries, which turned up to an almighty howl as she began to feel the ripples of pleasure in her clit build into an orgasm wave which flooded over her body. Richard was pleased and excited by her reaction but he wasn't going to let her down yet, not until he was ready. As Charlotte gave up struggling and collapsed, sinking into unstoppable ecstasy, he breathed deeply and continued to push and drive, firm and strong until he could contain himself no longer. After one final thrust he withdrew his throbbing member and aimed the first squirt of his love juice on to Charlotte's stomach, then a longer jet traced an arc towards her chin, landing as a fine white line from her belly button right up over her breast to her neck. He shuddered again and another two streams of hot cream rained down on her pubic hair. 

Charlotte was panting and sweating like a marathon runner as she came down from her fantastic high. Richard removed her blindfold and began to untie her hands. The silk restraints had left red marks round her wrists from her frantic thrashing but she had loved every moment of it, as her weary smile showed.  "Well, there's nothing wrong with your plumbing honey" she jested as she blinked in the sunlight and surveyed the ruffled bed and the handsome hunk who was by now pulling on his jeans. He tossed her a towel, gave her a smile over his shoulder and walked out the door. "See you later, Susan".   This is an extract from Richard's diary © www.slimfit.freeuk.com 2005-2006

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