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 …