I get situated between his legs and start to play with my tits. I cup them in my hands and tweak my nipples. Then I let them pop out of the bra a little bit and ask him if he wants me to tit fuck his hard cock. He licks his lips and says “oh yes, please”. So I dangle my full breasts right over his dick and let my nipple brush the head of it. Then I tell him that it’s too bad because he will not be getting tit fucked tonight, LOL.
I reach over and grab the warming lube and pour some onto my hands so that they are nice & slippery. Then I take his cock in my right hand and I start to stroke it very slowly. Nice long, deep strokes, twisting my hand as I go up & down. He groans and tells me how much he loves it when I stroke it like that. “I know baby”, I say with a little smirk and I decide to step it up a notch while I squeeze his balls. He really nuts up the faster I stroke. I can hear him breathing harder & I know he’s getting close when he says “baby…baby!” So I give it a few more strokes and then just pop my hand right off.
Time to switch things up a little and remind him why he serves me. I stand up and stretch my arms high above my head as I remove my bra and play with my nipples. Then I strut to the head of the bed and plant my left boot across his throat. I’m not intending to choke him, but I do want to see that second of fear in his eyes as he thinks about his air supply being cut off. I move my foot now so that he can turn his head and lick my boot. When I give the order, he licks obediently, even sucking on the heel as if it were a substitute for the parts of my body that he is dying to touch and lick and suck on.
As he worships my boot, I bend over and start stroking his cock again. Just stroking a few times and then popping my hand off over and over. I can hear his sharp intake of breath every time my hand pops off like that. Then I put my boot back on the floor and ask him if he wants a blow job. Of course, he tells me “yes”, quite emphatically. So I move back between his legs and bend over very close to his hard cock. He can feel the tips of my hair brushing against his thighs. I keep leaning my mouth closer and my tongue is sticking out. But when my lips get right up to his cock, I pull back & blow on it, laughing loudly. “There’s your blow job. You didn’t really think I was going to suck it did you?” I ask him with an evil smile.
To make a long story short, I will keep teasing him all night long. Even when he begs me NOT to stop, I will stop. And after tonight, I will tease him while he watches hockey, while we are in the shower, while he’s sleeping. Every time I see an opportunity over the weekend, he will get teased. I will make his balls swell and his cock leak. He will think at least twice before cumming again without permission.
After I’m certain he’s secure, I lean very close to his face so that he can smell that I’m wearing his fave perfume. Then I begin unbuttoning my blouse. I wanna rub my tits in his face and make him want to taste them before I really get started. Once my nipples are nice & hard and my blouse tossed over the chair, I turn my back to him and start sliding my skirt down over my hips. As the bikini comes into view, I can hear his breath catch and he says “oh my, Goddess”. When I am standing there in nothing but my boots & underwear, I start to do a slow enticing dance. I want him so hot & bothered, and I can tell I’m getting my wish.
Now his mind is awash with thoughts of what happens next… Ass worship! I climb on the bed and straddle his chest with my ass in his face. I can nearly read his thoughts. He wants his hands free so that he can touch it. I can understand his frustration. I wanna touch him too. But I want to see just how close I can bring him to the edge without touching him…just the face sitting for now. As I plant my panty-clad ass on his face, I can feel him inhale deeply. Then it’s time to wiggle. I grind my ass all over his face, pressing my ass harder against his mouth & nose. Every few seconds, I rise up a little so he can breathe and I can tell he thinks I’m going to stop. But then I wiggle down again and press even harder. Each time I lift up, I can hear him gasp air.
So I ease up and just barely touch his face with the panties and lean forward a While slowly rubbing my fingertips up & down, I tell him to lick my panties. He knows what I mean when I say that too. Not some sloppy stuff. He licks it with reverence…as if he must worship my pussy. I can feel the heat from his tongue getting trapped inside my panties. His underwear are getting tighter & tighter as he responds to my torturous stroking. I slip the boxers down & off. Now I can tease his bare skin with my fingernails. I decide to stroke him with one hand and torment him with the other.
So I stand up and light a cigarette blowing the smoke right in his face. He almost smiles, he loves it so much. So I smoke some more of it for him while lifting & dropping his balls with my other hand. He is so hard now and I can see the veins popping out on his penis as it starts to throb. I stab out the remains of the cigarette and begin the game in earnest. Now it’s time to take him straight over the edge & back so many times that he nearly cries with frustration. Certainly he will whimper; definitely he will beg.
.. to be continued …
My guest of honor; my lover; arrives letting in a gust of snowy breeze. I can hear his gasp as he catches sight of me bent over lighting the candle next to the bed. So I turn around and look at him over my shoulder. “Welcome home baby”, I say with a wicked grin. I sashay over to him and tilt my head up for a kiss as I remove his coat. I toss it in the closet then turn to rake the tips of my red fingernails down his chest… I’m tempted to just keep raking down and grab him by the balls to drag him with me to the bedroom. But I’m not impatient. I can wait for things to get rough.
I’ve got some party favors laid out on the bed, and I can see him glancing at them as we get closer. “Oh yeah big boy, those are all for you”. I put my hand against his chest to stop him where he stands and then I turn around. I spread my legs a little wider then bend over a little bit so I can wiggle my ass on his crotch…god I love fucking with him like that. He groans a little as I gyrate on him to the beat of the music.
I don’t wanna get him too excited too quickly. So I straighten up and turn around to take his shirt off so I can rub my hands up & down & play with his nipples. Now it’s time for me to remove his pants. I drop into a squat so that I’m eye level with the snap & zipper. I’ve thought about sharing my talent of being able to open them with my teeth ~ no hands. But he seems to be mesmerized by the longblood-red fingernails tonight. So I just unbutton it with my hands instead. Teasing inside with one finger while I unzip them.
“Oh my you’ve got a big load in there for me baby”, I say with a coy look in my eye as I glance up at him and stand up. I instruct him to step out of the pants and go lay on the bed. When he gets comfy, I take the leather wrist restraints and buckle them on him, hooking them together around the rail of the headboard. I thought about blindfolding him like I did a few months back. But part of his torture tonight is making him watch everything he can’t touch or have.
… to be continued…
I dressed carefully for his arrival. Ever the tease, I sprayed the perfume on all my little hot spots before I slipped the bikini panties over my hips. That lacy bra that he loves so much went on next. My nipples were peeking through the lace and my breasts nearly spilling over the top as I fastened it. Then it was time to smooth the body cream onto my calves & thighs. I want him to feel how silky they are under the fishnet stockings that drive him to distraction. There’s something so erotic about sliding the stockings up (or down) my legs.
I can feel myself getting a little wet in anticipation of what’s to come. I chose the black lace blouse from my closet. It’s one of those tops that’s there but might as well not be, if you know what I mean. Normally I’d throw on a pair of tight jeans to further entice him. But tonight is a special kind of punishment for him. He came without permission last weekend. So, this weekend is all about teasing him over & over…and denying him of course! So I opt for the sequined black mini skirt instead. This way he will be tortured with the sight of the lacy tops of my stockings every time I bend over.
I brushed through my long straight tresses again and added just a tad bit more lipstick, giving myself a wicked grin before stepping out of the bathroom. This was going to be too much fun! I just love a good tease. I’m sure you all know what comes next. The coup de grace as they say.
I leaned over to pull the thigh high stiletto heeled boot up. And as I pulled the right boot on, I had a flashback to the last time I’d worn them. It was New Year’s in Toronto. I sat across from him in our hotel room with my tight assed Levi’s tucked into these sexy streetwalker boots and I teased him with them…pushing the heel into his bulge, rubbing the sole of the boot all over his crotch. Hahaha. I can still see the look on his face when he realized that I wasn’t going to stop. That “ohmigod, she’s gonna make me cum in my pants” look. I wonder if that thought will flash through his mind when he walks in to find me wearing them again.
As I pass the coat closet and glance at myself in the mirror there, I think to myself “You look like a high priced call girl darling”. And tonight I am gonna rock his world like the hottest hooker in Amsterdam. I turn the stereo on as I pass by. Only a few minutes more until he arrives. I know that he’ll let himself in with his key, so I just set about lighting all the candles. The mood has been set…
…. to be continued….