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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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Drifting Desire – Part 9

As you struggle to do so, I loosen the cable on your wrists and it falls to the floor. Your hands and shoulders are slow to move back in front, tight and sore from their captivity. From behind, I massage the blood back into your wrists, reaching up to massage your exhausted shoulder muscles. I shiver myself, unspeakably pleased with your submission.

“Next time, you’ll have a cock ring to help you, but this time, I’ll take it easy on you. Lean down.” You lean across your desk on your elbows. More lube and I start your wicked massage again. You start to relax again. Your sighs come quicker and shorter. My other hand reaches down to sample your cock again. Hard as concrete covered in velvet, your balls full and drawn up tight.

“Hmmm, you are liking your punishment. Let’s see how much more you can take.” With my hand wrapped tight across the top of your hard-on in a makeshift ring, I press the well-lubed thumb of my other hand against your slickened hole. You tense and I ease up but hold the pressure.

I lean over your back and nibble on your ear. “You’re going to like this,” I whisper wickedly.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 8

I lightly slap each of your butt cheeks. I know you don’t like being hit. This is for effect. No pain, just power and control. I can’t resist caressing that ass, ready to move on from the punishment now to pleasure. I reach for my coat, abandoned until now on the floor under your desk.

“Shall I leave you tied up here just like this?” I taunt, but without any real menace in my voice. It’s a hollow threat. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away now.

Instead, I pull from my coat pocket a bottle of lubricant and flick it open. From another pocket comes a light towel.

“You’re going to like your punishment, I think. As long as you don’t like it too much. No cumming yet or I’ll be very disappointed in you.” This time, there was a real threat in my tone.

With that, I up-end the bottle for a moment over your ass, letting the warm slickness flood over my fingers too. Spreading the towel under you, I reach down and under to caress your cock and balls with my slick hand. A little softer than rock hard now, but still firm.

“Nervous? Don’t you trust me?” You see I expect an answer.

“Please,” you respond in a whisper.

I make a reassuring noise and slide my hand back up to your ass crack, massaging you lightly, then more firmly, loosening your tension. As you begin to relax, you rumble sighs of growing pleasure.

The strain on your shoulders from lying face down with those arms behind your back must be incredible. Your muscles are quivering, over-used. Pleased with you, I decide to comfort now.

I wipe my hands. “Pet, stand up and lean over your desk for me now.”

…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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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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