T.G.I.F. (w/ you)
The long smokey tail of my whisky trails off in my mouth in harmony with the thoughts of what I will do next. She stands bare before me, wearing only the Christian Louboutin’s I chose for her. Her hands cuffed behind her back. The long dress and panties that perfectly draped her form all evening, lay in a puddle around her feet. With a slow exhale, I calm my animal urge to ravage her on the spot. Proceeding instead with my intent to have her tremble in aching anticipation. In a deep calm voice that caresses her, I request “Stand next to me pet”. I smile as the scent of her desire wafts over me. “What do you desire most right now Miss?” And so it begins…
I ache to consume her, and I want her to know in every way possible. My strong arms wrap around her waist. Pulling her soft warmth into me, my hung desire presses against her. My laced fingers behind her neck, a melting wet kiss finishes with a slow hungry nibble of her lower lip. Looking into her eyes, I want her to see the inferno that burns just for her.
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Quietly and dutifully she sat. The light fabric of her dress clung to her form. Mocking her taught nipples as she shifted slightly in the back seat next to her co-worker. His subtle fragrance filled the interior, the warmth of his strong frame reverberated down her spin. That all familiar tingle took over her. Drips turned to flow as she felt the the black lace of her thong betray her desire for him. Closing her eyes, slouching slightly in the seat, legs parting gently, her minds eye imaged herself. Dress around her feet, sliding her fingers where they ached to go. Unconsciously she let slip in the softest whisper “fuck me please”. A whisper that turned out not to be as silent as she had thought. As he turned his attention to her, she felt the betraying flush rush up her neck, to her cheeks. There was no escaping him now. Just as she had always wanted.
With warm strong hands, I push your head down on the bed. Firmly gripping your hips, I pull you up at the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs wide, your dew covered flower awaits in beautiful vulnerability. Softly caressing your ass, across your anal bud, down your inner thighs, carefully avoiding contact where you most crave, I delight in the gyrating coo’s sneaking out of you. With a sharp ‘smack’ my hand claps your tender ass, as your yelp makes my thick cock even harder. Slowly I begin to unbuckle my belt. Letting the noise of my undressing fill the room in thick anticipation of what is next. I grin as you look back to peak at my rock hard veined desire for your bobs free from it confines. Adoring the small gasp and squirming anticipation of what is about to happen. “Are you ready pet?” I ask in a lust filled gruff voice, as the weight of my warm hard girth rests poised to split you in two.
(Source: naughty-butt-nice, via frenchlounge2013)
That sound feeds my soul each and every time. The first gasp as my thick marble pierces for the first time. “FFFuuck!” leaps loud, bounding through the room as I fully split you to your deepest point. Slow retreat followed by firm thrust, each violent and deeper than the predecessor. Words die, replaced by gasps, evolving into grunts. The deepest, most unlady-like grunts, punctuated by a death grip on the bed, and a bridle of sheets filling her mouth.
"You are my good little cock slut". The gravitas of those words rumble down your spine as I embrace you from behind. Our quickly arranged, covert meeting hidden from those nearby. Tugging your jeans down, my finger quickly finds your wet button. Caressing you in the exact spot only I know, your knees buckle, fingers dig into my leg. "Hush my pet" as your moans force me to cover your delicate mouth to hide our office lust.
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