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Drifting Desire – Part 13

My hands have been massaging your butt, while pulling you into my mouth, throat. I’m ready to up the ante now. One hand comes back around to massage your balls, so tightly drawn up, they’re impossible to really grab hold of. I gather all the slobbered juice running down your cock to lubricate your sack. My other hand snakes evilly down your crack from behind.

I tighten the suction on your cock and maintain a steady plunging rhythm that thrusts your shaft, again and again, into the top of my throat. I hear you gasping for breath. Your moans raising in pitch. Your hips are thrust so far forward your back strains to hold the curve. The shelving unit is shuddering behind you, but your hands remain clamped to the structure as commanded. Best, best sex toy I’ve ever had, I think smugly.

I feel it in your cock first. The head swells to completely block my throat, I cough and struggle to keep up the rhythm, juice running everywhere. Your scrotum, already so drawn up, it has almost disappeared, ripples in waves.

Your hips stop suddenly. Your coarse gulps for air combining into one long hoarse groaning, “Please Goddess let me cum now!” Your hips swivel once, then once more. The cum boils up from where its been trapped so long, teeming out to run straight down my throat. As the orgasm lightens, your climax continues to wring spurts from your depths.

Breathlessly, you repeat, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Completely empty, exhausted, and relieved, finally, you pull your over-sensitive penis from my mouth. I stand up and pull your biceps down, massaging the cramps out once again. Jesus, that was addictive, I think to myself. Should that worry me?

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So, another steaming fantasy comes to a crushing conclusion, maybe now I can get some fucking work done. But I take another stolen moment to reflect. Should I really resist the deliciously right feeling of acting out my bitchy side with you? Will I resist forever? Can I resist, forever? Or will I have you as my pet soon??

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Ultimate Tease and Denial – Part 1

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….

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