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Drifting Desire – Part 10

As you adjust and relax, I continue pressing. Slowly repeating the start-stop pattern until my thumb is buried to my hand and you’re pressing against my deliberate thrusts. I let you fuck my thumb, my cunt twitching in pleasure with each of your muted moans. Once you are completely relaxed, I deviously bend my thumb to push lightly once, then once more, then again, against your prostate.

With startling speed, I feel your balls twitch against my wrist. Your spine stiffens. I cinch down hard on the base of your swelling erection with my fingers. You whimper and your hips jerk involuntarily, as your orgasm swells and ejaculate floods up to crash into my barrier.

Pulling my thumb out, I bend down again to your ear. “You are sooo naughty. No cumming, remember?” I playfully tap your still-tense ass cheek.

You shudder with a last dry thrust, and pant, “Ohh. Yeah. And I thought you were going to go easy on me.”

I smile. “Oh, I did, pet, this time.”

“Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you owe me an orgasm. At least one.” Releasing your throbbing unsatisfied rod from my stranglehold, I order, “Back on the floor now. That’s it, toy. And put those naughty hands of yours under your ass so you aren’t tempted to use them. Don’t make me sorry for trusting you with them.”

Once you comply with my directions, I stand over you for another moment. My legs spread-eagle. Seeing your manliness laid out for me to enjoy makes me burn. I want to do everything at once. That slightly violent feeling comes over me again. My good will thins.

I lower my self to one knee laid outside your legs, my other knee I lay across your groin as I lean up your body, my leather clad arms across your torso. I’m pinning you now as I look down at you relaxed, smiling naughtily. I slide my knee up your crotch along your cock. My skin is warm and smooth, like your shaft, distracting you. My fingers wrap around your throat, thumbing your Adam’s apple, partly caressing, partly squeezing, considering my options.

“What don’t I want to do to my toy?,” I muse. I reach up and tighten my fingers together in your hair, pulling your head back and to the side, biting your neck because I can and it pleases me. I snarl a needy groan.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 5

I step up your body and turn around past the top of your head, facing your feet. Lowering to my knees, I lay my dripping snatch once again over your mouth. “More,” I demand. Your tongue works up and down past that fiery bundle of nerves again, over and over, rhythmically. “Flick my clit with your tongue every time you go past it,” I command just what I want.

I’m dripping again and you struggle to breathe while working on my slit. I grind my slit on that rough chin about every third pass of your tongue, pressing your nose into my wet, wet hole. I slide my palms down your chest, pulling your belt loose, unbuttoning, unzipping, and yanking down your pants to mid-thigh. Your hips writhe to help me.

Finally! The head of your beautiful penis (or should I call it “my” beautiful penis?) is caught – the head rising out of your boxer-briefs. I sit back admiring the beauty of it pinned down and twitching, glowing an engorged rose color. I keep my hands distracted from petting that tempting cock just yet, by fondling and pinching your nipples, so taut, running my nails through the crisp hair on your chest surrounding them.

My clit is wildly throbbing. “I want more,” I say again, lifting off your determined mouth. I lean forward, giving you access to view my swollen labia from behind, and blow on the engorged head of your penis.

My hands hold onto your hips to balance my weight with my thumbs pressing into your groin to hold you immobile. I blow again hard, and you whimper. Your hips push up into my weight. Your erection twitches and I’m impressed with how strongly it lifts that tight band. So many games I want to play.

My greedy clit throbs for another release. I turn around over you, kneeling across your belly now, and notice my juices all over your face again. I smile as I lean forward, “You’ve been exceptional, pet. I like how you apply yourself to your chores.”

I inhale the musky smell of sex on you and lick, bite, and rub the juices off with my mouth, lips, tongue, jaw, reveling in the naughtiness and hotness of the experience. More, more, more, like a drug. The thought drifts through my mind. Your eyes are closed and you push your jaw up into my mouth. I nip your lips and suck them until they swell, tingling.

My toy cleaned up, I move on to more pressing needs. My pussy has been rubbing the crisp hair on your belly, keeping me near another peak. “Lift your hips!” Reaching back, I tug your briefs down to join your trousers.

Your cock bounces up and holds rock-still above your crotch. The sight of it over my shoulder makes me feel wild and forceful, randomly violent. But I turn to relieving the pressure that is building in my pussy beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, sharp and painful.

“Do not move!,” I assert in a tone that warns of consequences.

..To be Continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 4

I watch you, my eyelids half-closed, as you start to work. My thighs tense as your tongue slides up past my button and back down, tentatively at first, but over and over. My head rolls back and my thighs squeeze your head in closer. I reach forward to rest my hand on the warm nape of your strong neck, pressing you closer

I’m getting off knowing that you are in my power – my toy, perhaps I’ll even call you my pet, if you’re that good. I hope you are. And then, you start sucking rhythmically on my clit. Your teeth skim along the bottom. Electric sparks explode all through my crotch and sizzle through my body. I’m not even aware of my own harsh pants and moans. My pussy, all the way up to my abdomen, clench over and over, getting stronger with each spasm, until I crash over the edge into a luscious breathless orgasm. So fast and long.

“Fuck…oh FUCK!” My heels dig in to your back, grinding you into my wet slit while I writhe on your desk. Son of a bitch, why didn’t I do this sooner?

I’m panting hard, but still tense and ready for much more. “Nice! But not nice enough, toy. I have other ideas.” I push your face away with one foot planted in the front of your shoulder, admiring the shine of my juices on your chin.

I grab your collar again and pull you up. You struggle to rise with your hands still tied. With my help, you make it to your feet. I grab the back of your neck and squeeze you forward to lick those velvet juices off your goatee. “I like that rough chin shoved into my pussy while you lick my clit. Don’t forget that, toy.”

I unbutton your shirt all the way down, and pull it out of your waistband. With your shirt out and open, I stop and look you in the eye. You look down. “Good, pet,” I purr, running my fingertips along and just under the top edge of your waistband. Your stomach twitches, your head rolls back, a growl in your throat, your crotch pumps forward. Running my hands up your torso, I pinch your nipples, firm and fast, on the way by, making you jump a bit. “Silence, toy, and hold still,” I murmur, with a soothing lick and suck to both nipples.

Opening your shirt wide, I lightly rub my nipples in little circles over your rough chest. The leather and laces of my bustier slither against your belly. My bare pussy presses wetly against the front of your pants – that’ll leave a mark, I grin & laugh to myself.

I yank that shirt down your arms, leaving it bunched around your tied wrists. Yesss, this is what I’ve wanted to see and touch – masculine shoulders. My hands roam freely across them and then shove those shoulders down to the floor, down on your back. You struggle to lay on your bound wrists, pulling them to one side.

I step up so my long legs are straddling your heaving dark-haired chest. “Look at me, pet.”

You look up my body, your eyes dark with lust, and into my eyes, until I’m captured myself for a moment in the most intense stare, searing laser eyes. We’re not messing around now. This is damned serious for both of us. Exactly what we’ve needed deep down, in our own ways, but both presumed would never happen for us. We both know the experience is stolen, selfish, and terribly satisfying.

“There’s so much more I’m going to get from you,” I promise with a touch of threat.

…To be Continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 3

My pussy lips are so wet they slide smoothly and I can feel the wetness polling as I walk. How many days have I had wet panties from thinking of exactly this kind of scene? Now, I can feel my clit swelling well beyond normal. This is what I’ve needed, already it’s better than I expected.

I spin your chair, pull your biceps back, sliding my hands down to your wrists. No resistance this time. You let me have my way. I purr with pleasure, my clit thrums once more. Once the cable is cinched tightly around those wrists. I admire my work from my viewpoint behind your chair. Still silent, so unlike you, you are breathing very hard. You must be wondering what’s next.

I lean forward to your ear again and trail my nail around it and down your neck. My hands wrap around your neck firmly from behind, but apply no serious pressure. “You please me so far, toy.” My voice is visceral, breathy and determined.

I push your head to the side and bite my way down your neck to your shirt collar. No, I won’t mark you, yet, as long as you don’t displease me. I run my hands up over your lips, your eyes, your hair and back down again, just because I can, to feel the power of it. I pull your chin up and back until you are looking straight up at me past the tips of my nipples. I revel in the feeling of possession. This is what I was born to do.

I step in front of your chair and lean down to your ear once again, my breasts just below your chin, my hair caresses the side of your cheek, smelling of sinful womanly perfume.

“Tell me you want to be my toy.” Your mouth opens with a strangled noise, that might have been an “I”. Your hard breaths blow across my cleavage. I reach down deep between your legs and slide my nails slowly, firmly back up the bulge I find there. I want to own this cock for my pleasure.

“Yes?,” I taunt. Your breath is really sucking in and out, you must be getting light-headed by now.

“Please,” your voice raspy, choked. “I want to be your toy, please.” You hiss out that last begging plea, convincingly. Your response detonates inside me. My stomach muscles clench hard as my pussy rocks with another hard series of spasms. I reach up to grab your chin, hard (I can’t hold back the aggression), and stare into your eyes, painful need there. For both of us.

I decide that a little striptease is in order for you. I prop my hip on the edge of your desk and put one long leg in front of you so that you can remove my boot. Then the same with the other boot. As I turn around, I cast a wicked glance over my shoulder because I know that what I am about to do is such sweet torture for you…I bend over and brace my hands on the desk while pushing my denim clad ass toward you and wiggling. Now, I straighten up and, still facing away from you, I reach down to unfasten the tight Levi’s and slowly peel them down from the back. You gasp for breath as you catch a glimpse of the black string bikini barely covering my ass.

“Stand up toy”, I say over my shoulder.  And when you are standing right behind me, I push my butt back and wiggle against your erection, grinding my sexy ass on you.  Then I turn around and push you back in the chair and slowly wiggle out of the lacy panties.

I slide back onto your desk in front of your chair, leaning back, my ass perched on the edge. My long legs lift up onto your shoulders and link behind your neck as you lean forward.

“Down! Let’s see what else you can do for me, toy.” My legs pull your face down to my drenched, bare crevice.

… To Be Continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 2

My hand slips across your tense chest. My knuckles brush you and we both feel the flare of hot desire. It’s the closest we’ve been physically and the electricity sparks between us. I savor the moment, fondling your chest.

The next step down this road, so easy. I yank you forward and down, off balance, into my space, with your ear near my lips. “Enough thinking,” I whisper into your ear. My lips linger at the edge where your ear meets your neck.

My tongue snakes out to test and enjoy the feeling of power I feel. My hand wrapped around the collar of your shirt. My shoulders draw you down and forward. Submit or resist? Uncomfortably, off-balance, you sway back and forth with each indecisive thought. What if? I can see it in your face. What if you could have what you need?

“This is your last chance to say no. Say it now. I’ll give you this one last chance to stop. After this, you’ll be my sex toy – my toy – as long as I desire it.” I turn my palm down on your chest, shove you back into your chair. You open your mouth, all the objections on your tongue, but nothing comes out. I tilt my head and stare, waiting.

I’ve passed beyond those objections myself. You stare back, taking in the full picture of our situation. My lips slowly lift at one side, a wicked grin to myself, as no words are spoken. My breathing deepens as the moment stretches, the air getting heavy and thick. My eyes dilate to huge dark circles. I’m imagining how delicious this is finally going to be.

Finally, I turn deliberately away and shrug the trench coat off, fragrant with perfume and the scent of body-warmed leather, dropping heavily across your lap and over your arms that are clutching your chair. Without the coat, the skin-tight black leather bustier I’m wearing is revealed. From behind, all you can see of the bustier are the shiny silver hooks running up the back. You notice now that the supple black leather gloves hug my arms far past my elbows.

My long boots bend and massage my legs with the murmur of leather as I sway back to the door, flip the light switch down, and click the lock. I shove a heavy wooden chair against the door with a thunk, wedged tight under the knob. I smile, cynically, that you’re safe now with me.

Turning, I reveal pink nipples jutting up over the double row of tight leather laces, cinching in the bustier top so my breasts nearly spill completely over the top, as a thin strap of leather halters the top behind my neck.

Your eyes follow me, expectantly, through the dim room. I walk back to you, but stop at your desk, sliding open the second drawer down to pull out a thin black USB cord about 3′ long. Laughing to myself about how long I’d wanted to do this. I’d watched you put it there months ago.

I pull it through my fists, satisfied, and snap it once, staring through it at you. “Oh, I’m definitely going to enjoy this. I deserve to enjoy this, and if you please me, I will definitely reward you. But if you do not…I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

*Evil Grin

.. To be continued…

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No Release – Part 1

Wow, you look frustrated today. Haven’t had any in awhile, huh? Kinda sensitive to the touch down there? Maybe even hard as a rock? Mmmm. First… I praise you. Not because you’re horny, but because I am. Then I’ll give you a big hug, mmmm, running my fingers down your back. Stimulate those juices that were probably already flowing when you walked thru the door. As we hug, my arms run down your back, softly encircling your sexy ass.

Mmmm, is that not arousing? Of course, I apologize for the accidental ass grab. I’ll put you down in my nice big chair. Yes, the chair was always good for me when I was… slightly aroused. Now it can be good for you. Lie back, I’ll rub those shoulders. Must’ve been a long day for you. The hardness makes it even longer, doesn’t it? Is it the weekend, and you’ve been thinking about “getting some” all week long? Kneeling in front of you I say… “what is your wish, my lover?”

You start by asking me to pour you a beer. Anything but that, my lover. I want you to get off bigtime. That may slow things down a bit. Maybe later? You slowly nod in agreement. Later. Anything else? Okay. It’s warm in here don’t you think, or is it just me? So we’ll just slip those jeans off that you might be wearing. Oooh, your legs, are sexy… (gasps) and they’re hot. My lips turn into a perfect “O” as I notice and think to myself DAMN! He’s wearing boxers! Ohhh, that’ll make things a bit uneasy for me. Hope he doesn’t notice my hands trembling as I stroke …

Well, now back to you, my lover. You have nice legs. I’ll bet the girls tell you that all the time. And know what? Nice legs lead to a nicer ass. Close your eyes. Mmmmmm, does it feel good to have your legs stroked like that? Tell me what you’re thinking right now… don’t edit. Oh my goodness! As I stroke your thighs, my fingers subconsciously rub up into your boxers, close to your hips. I realize and… back off a little bit. I don’t want this rushed. I don’t want you opening your eyes anymore, because I saw you peek when I touched your thighs. Here, I want you to wear this blindfold…. there you go.

Can you see anything? Good. Relax. As you sit back, I began to rub your chest. Lets remove that shirt. Arms up… yes, that’s it. Ooooh, nice pecs . My fingers gently massage your chest muscles, and nibble at your nipples. Mmmm, they’re tight. Does that…. feel good? Your mouth makes a small “o” as I nibble you. Just watching you in that mask is turning me on, but I can’t tell you that. My job is to tease you. Before self. I place myself in your lap, barely feeling the hardness between your thighs. I kiss your cheeks, your neck, and brush my lips across yours. It’s getting me wet just feeling your lips on mine.

…. To be Continued…..

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