This is a bit of a r/l fantasy experience that happened – (matter of fact I’ve got a pic from that night)
But I’m sure there’s gonna be some ad-libbing thrown in the mix.
It’s something that I’ve been working on and I think I’m finally ready to share a rough draft.
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Since I know how much these types of things affect him?
I plan it out well in advance.
I stop to grab a few new toys on the way. I stop off the exit to adjust my skirt, thigh highs and the pearl panties that have been driving me insane with how they’re rubbing against my soaked mons. The anticipation has been building up in me all fucking day.
When I arrive, I make sure that my tits are barely contained by my blazer that barely covers my lacy camisole. I check that the skirt is hiked up and the lace of the thigh highs is visible. Unaware of the plans I’ve got, he just opens the door with that stunned, sexy, glazed look on his face as he looks me up and down. He is greeted by my smile that I know is in my eyes that they have a touch of heat, playfulness and they’re scintillating and dark in how they linger on him.
I feel his shuddering exhale all the way through me. Looking up through my lashes, with a smile, I began to profusely apologize.
“Ah Gods sir, I’m so, sooo sorry I’m late for work. I got caught in traffic and then when I stopped at the gas station I was getting hit on so badly it was hard to leave.”
As I walk in to deposit my stuff, I make sure that I put extra sway into my walk as I know that the skirt will ride up some over my ass, showing off what’s underneath. As I do, I’m smoothing & adjusting my outfit some for maximum benefit, drawing attention to it. For even as he shuts the door? I feel his eyes on me.
I set my stuff down and start to walk further in the house, until a sound from him stops me in my tracks. Slowly walking a circle around me, taking it all in. When, suddenly whole he is behind me, he’s on me. I inhale his scent, Gods above I can’t get enough of how fucking delicious he smells.
He grips my ass with a soft groan and let’s his fingers trail up my back, to my shoulders, my neck. Fingers intertwining with my hair he pulls my head back by my hair. Panting now, I’m shivering. I can feel, I can hear his breathing, ragged hot against my neck.
He leans in, inhaling my scent as he licks, kisses and sucks up my neck until he’s biting my ear. Fuck, fuck, fuck.! It makes me dizzy. So dizzy. His other hand slides down my neck, tracing my shape until he gets to my hips. Pulling me against him, grinding up against me, letting me feel how bad he wants and needs me.
I cannot help the gasping moan that escapes me.
“Mmmm sorry? I’m not sure if you are. I think a pretty serious punishment is in order. It’s becoming a pattern. We’re going to have to do something about this. I don’t want to let you go, I love watching that ass walk around. But this? This is going to require something more than an apology if you want to keep your job. You walk around with your tits out, your ass out. Do you know how fucking hard my dick gets for you whenever I see you?”
He rubs himself against me again to prove his point, and fuckkkk he is so Godsbedamned hard. I’m panting and don’t even realize it.
He drags me over to the chair, pushing me down so I can just barely support myself. He kicks my feet apart further, putting me just enough off balance that he’s in control, telling me to stay there and don’t move. I feel him moving behind me and feel my shoulders relax when the blindfold covers my eyes. I just let myself feel where he is, listening to what he says to me as his hands run over my body, let myself let go finally.
He flows with the scene, telling me how he can’t let it slide I’m late again, I make excuses, I apologize, I bet to not lose my job, I tell him I’ll do anything. I hiss when he discovers just how soaked I am.
When his hand first cracks down it rocks me forward and I can’t help but scream. I get lost in it all, until his fingers are in me and he’s licking me also, demanding I don’t come yet until he’s satisfied I’m sorry. Over and over, I have tears in my eyes begging for his dick to me in me. That I need him in me.
I sob, pleading, begging, crying when he responds,
“Oh no, you’re not ready for that quite yet.”
It goes on for an immeasurable time before he briefly slides in me. I can’t help but come around him screaming, shaking. His hand comes around my throat and he pulls me to his chest telling me I better not be coming when he didn’t say I could yet.
But I can’t even articulate a response because it’s so, soooo fucking good. Gods above and below, it’s so good. When I can finally respond I truly try to apologize and explain he felt too damn good in me. That I needed him.
It’s not good enough.
To be continued…