It was well after midnight when we arrived at the lake house. The drive was most pleasant, though it didn't go as you had expected. I'm sure you had anticipated some playing as we traveled. Instead, we held hands, kissed at traffic lights and talked.
I so much enjoyed the view of the lady I love in the seat next to me. The smell of your perfume, the anxious look on your face as you wonder what is in store. But, you trust me and I never take that for granted. A woman's heart,love and trust must be protected and honored.
Your juices are flowing. The 7 days of not being allowed to climax have all your senses heightened. During our years together you have learned patience and control.
I quickly unload the SUV and we stroll down to the waters edge. The moonlight catches your hair and I am captivated. What did I do to deserve the love of such a woman.
I pull you into my arms. You press your body into mine and all I can do is look into your eyes.
You kiss my neck. My cock springs to attention. You moan while pressing your hot pussy against it. I take you by the hand, leading the way back to the house. I open the sliding glass door that goes from the patio into the kitchen.
"Strip", I order while kicking off my shoes.
I watch as you undress, the moonlight casting a seductive glow. Quickly I remove my own clothing, then stroke my hard pulsing cock while waiting for you to finish.
Taking your nipples between your own fingers, you pinch them, your chest heaving up and down.
I can smell your desire and it imflames me.
"Is your pussy wet,slut?"
"Yes,Sir."
"Show me", I demand still stroking my 9 inch pole.
You approach me, spreading your legs. Releasing my cock, I put my hand between your legs. The middle finger slides inside you with the greatest of ease.
I inhale sharply. You are without a doubt, the hottest woman I have ever known.
"Very good my pet. You have pleased me."
"Thank you, Sir." You pant as I slide my finger in and out of your steaming cunt.
"You hot little slut."
"Sir, I......I......"
Already you are on the verge of orgasm.
"Not yet baby girl." I say slipping my finger out of your wet hole.
I press my finger up to your lips.
"Taste the hot pussy that I am going to fuck"
I am giving you time to come down as you suck my finger into your mouth.
Your breathing returns to normal.
"Kitchen table, on your back. Now." I order.
I slide a chair out of the way as you place yourself on the table,laying back carefully.
Grabbing the chair, I seat myself between your spread legs. Lifting your thighs, I place them on my shoulders.
Kissing your inner thighs, all around your steaming mound. I take my time, kissing any and every where but 'there'.
It drives you insane. Finally, I press my lips to your clit,placing light, soft kisses all around your pussy.
"Sir......" You plead.
"Not now my pet.", I say,slowly rolling my tongue up and down over your hard clit.
"Sir.....Oh...."
"You are a sweet slut."
I thrust my tongue inside your pussy right away hitting the G-spot.
"Sir....please. Please....Sir...."
Suddenly I stop. You need more time to cool down.
I get up and lean over you, shoving my tongue inside your mouth then down to those ripe tits.
I help you down from the table. You start to kneel between my legs. I stop you.
"Plenty of time for that this weekend my pet. Tonight is all about you. Tell me what you want my love."
"Fuck me,Sir. I want you to fuck my brains out."
I turn you around, pushing you against the table.
"Fucking you want. A fucking you shall get my slut."
My hard cock is pressing against you.
"Present that pussy for fucking" I order.
You lay your chest on the table, spreading your legs and sticking out your ass.
With great precision, I aim my cock right for your snatch and sink it deep inside you. Already I can feel your pussy walls contracting.
"Come on Princess. Get fucked"
I am fucking you faster and harder. My big fuzzy nut sacks slapping against your ass.
"Yes....yes. Fuck me. Fuck your whore" You scream moving with me in perfection.
"Come on you little slut. Cum for Daddy."
"Oh....O......"
I am fucking you like a jackhammer.
"Now slut.....cum all over Daddy's big cock."
"I'm cumming......fuck me with that big dick.....yes daddy, never stop fucking me...."
"Take this cock my little slut"
"Oh, daddy,daddy,daddy....fuck me daddy...fuck me more....."
Fucking Christ you are a wild woman!
It is taking every ounce of will power I have to keep from filling that tight little pussy with my spunk.
I pull out of you, exhausted, still hard as a rock, cock soaking wet with your juices, I seat myself in the kitchen chair.
"Come here precious and sit that hot pussy on daddy's cock."
You stradle me. Bracing your hands against the back of the chair. I bury my head between your tits. Grabbing your ass with both hands.
"Fuck Daddy good baby doll, get some more cock."
"Oh, daddy....you love fucking me, don't you daddy."
"Yes you whore."
"Love sticking your big fat cock in my tight little pussy"
I am about to blow a gasket. I ram a finger up your ass and you lose it.
"Fuck me baby girl. Fuck me like the slut you are."
Tune in next time for Part 4
Monday, July 20, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The Weekend-Part 2
Nothing I want more than to fill your beautiful mouth with my cum. A pre-trial hearing scheduled in less than an hour, I need to be on top of my game and pull my hard cock out of your mouth.
"Come my love, I'll walk you to the car"
We walk hand in hand to the garage where you are parked. I take care of my girl. . I take a great deal of pride in knowing that after all these years,when we are together, I always open the car door. Not just when leaving, but arriving as well.
I know from conversations we have had that your friends are envious. Some even question if it is all just for show. Most vanilla couples will never know the connection or bonds we share. What you give to me is returned to you 100 fold. From bringing you flowers for no particular reason, to serving you breakfast in bed every Saturday, and thousands of other little things.
Before opening the car door, I have a surprise for my baby girl.
"Don't worry about dinner tonight. When you get home, pack a bag for this weekend. Mostly casual, but do bring your black cocktail dress."
"Yes,Sir", You say leaning into me, "....anything else...?"
"You know what I prefer in the way of traveling attire?"
"Yes, Sir".
You are blushing yet your eyes smolder at the memory of our trips and your travel "attire". Something soft and feminine,with easy access.
"The button up summer dress would be very nice for what I have in mind", I say grabbing your hips and pulling them into me, "....and the toy bag of course."
"Of course", You agree, kissing my neck.
It is taking every ounce of control I possess to keep from turning you around, bending you over the car and fucking you right here and now.
"In you go my love", I say opening the door.
As is the norm, I call you when I am about 30 minutes from home. At times it is to tell you what I expect when I get home, be it you dressed only in an apron and heels, bent over the dining room table with that perfect heart shaped ass on display, or on the bed playing with your pussy.
Otherwise you always have a drink ready for me when I come home. After getting out of my business suit and into more comfortable clothes, I join you in the kitchen where you are finishing up dinner. We discuss the events of the day,listen to music, and many times dance around in our love nest.
After dinner,you take a bath or shower while I clean up the kitchen. We might watch television, or go sit outside on the patio with a drink and in the summer a late night swim in the pool is always on the menu.
It is a good life we have made together. Our relationship grows stronger each day. You are loved with a love that has no end. Your gift of submission to me is honored and respected as such and never abused.
I am excited about our weekend. A judge has loaned me his lake house for the next few days. I anticipate the drive. The open road, a star filled sky, my queen of hearts beside me and many hours to devote to one another without distraction.
I have been teasing you all week. Not allowing you to climax. You have been expecting me to lift the ban at any time and it has kept you on edge. This weekend you will be richly rewarded.
I toyed with the idea of allowing you to climax in the car on the drive to the lake, but, I think not. I don't want to just observe your first orgasm in 7 days, I want to experience it with you. To feel the power,surge and release flood all over me.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 3
"Come my love, I'll walk you to the car"
We walk hand in hand to the garage where you are parked. I take care of my girl. . I take a great deal of pride in knowing that after all these years,when we are together, I always open the car door. Not just when leaving, but arriving as well.
I know from conversations we have had that your friends are envious. Some even question if it is all just for show. Most vanilla couples will never know the connection or bonds we share. What you give to me is returned to you 100 fold. From bringing you flowers for no particular reason, to serving you breakfast in bed every Saturday, and thousands of other little things.
Before opening the car door, I have a surprise for my baby girl.
"Don't worry about dinner tonight. When you get home, pack a bag for this weekend. Mostly casual, but do bring your black cocktail dress."
"Yes,Sir", You say leaning into me, "....anything else...?"
"You know what I prefer in the way of traveling attire?"
"Yes, Sir".
You are blushing yet your eyes smolder at the memory of our trips and your travel "attire". Something soft and feminine,with easy access.
"The button up summer dress would be very nice for what I have in mind", I say grabbing your hips and pulling them into me, "....and the toy bag of course."
"Of course", You agree, kissing my neck.
It is taking every ounce of control I possess to keep from turning you around, bending you over the car and fucking you right here and now.
"In you go my love", I say opening the door.
As is the norm, I call you when I am about 30 minutes from home. At times it is to tell you what I expect when I get home, be it you dressed only in an apron and heels, bent over the dining room table with that perfect heart shaped ass on display, or on the bed playing with your pussy.
Otherwise you always have a drink ready for me when I come home. After getting out of my business suit and into more comfortable clothes, I join you in the kitchen where you are finishing up dinner. We discuss the events of the day,listen to music, and many times dance around in our love nest.
After dinner,you take a bath or shower while I clean up the kitchen. We might watch television, or go sit outside on the patio with a drink and in the summer a late night swim in the pool is always on the menu.
It is a good life we have made together. Our relationship grows stronger each day. You are loved with a love that has no end. Your gift of submission to me is honored and respected as such and never abused.
I am excited about our weekend. A judge has loaned me his lake house for the next few days. I anticipate the drive. The open road, a star filled sky, my queen of hearts beside me and many hours to devote to one another without distraction.
I have been teasing you all week. Not allowing you to climax. You have been expecting me to lift the ban at any time and it has kept you on edge. This weekend you will be richly rewarded.
I toyed with the idea of allowing you to climax in the car on the drive to the lake, but, I think not. I don't want to just observe your first orgasm in 7 days, I want to experience it with you. To feel the power,surge and release flood all over me.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 3
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The Weekend-Part 1
Friday morning before leaving for work I hand you instructions for the day. After finishing your morning routine, you will dress in the clothes I have selected. A very classy, yet sexy sundress that I bought you on my last trip to New York with some slinky sandals that match.
You already know to wear the gold wrap snake bracelet on your right wrist, to make sure that your toenails are freshly painted and without chips. You also know to dab my favorite perfume behind your ears,on your breast and behind your knees. The other jewelry is left up to you. And of course,nothing on underneath.
Once dressed, there is a list of errands you will need to make before arriving at my office at noon for lunch. At every stop light I want you to play with your pussy. I expect, and will check for myself to see that you are wet.
You close the door and approach my desk, lifting up the sundress, exposing your pussy to me,spreading your legs apart.
I stand before you holding your eyes with mine while my right hand goes right away between your legs, my finger sliding inside with the greatest of ease.
"Good girl." I say praising you.
I work my finger in and out of your pussy, rolling it around your hard clit. You know by now that your eyes are never to leave mine.
I see you struggling not to climax because you have not been granted permission to do so. Your breath is coming more rapidly. I cover your mouth with mine but stop quickly when I feel you start to reach the point of no return.
Removing my now drenched finger from you,I slip it into my own mouth loving the taste of MY pussy.
We will walk down the street to a little cafe for a quick lunch. I hate to cut it short but I am due in court later this afternoon. Plus, we have the whole weekend ahead of us.
The waitress has reserved my favorite booth. Without looking at the menu, I order for both of us.
I slide over closer to you. My hand goes under the table,lifting the fabric of your dress, I slip my hand under your crossed leg as you shift your weight to the other hip.My finger seeks and finds your hot wet pussy.
Your walls squeeze around my finger.
Such a slut for me.
I turn your eyes to face mine.
"Fuck my finger,right here, right now, like the whore you are." I whisper.
Your hips slowly begin to roll around my finger.
The waitress approaches with our drinks and you stop.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Did I,pet?"
"No, Sir." You answer then continue fucking yourself with my finger.
I lean back in the booth, lifting the scotch and water to my lips with the other hand. I can tell by the way you are moving and the look in your eyes that you are close.
Suddenly I remove my finger from you, dipping it straight away in my drink before rubbing it across your lips.
A gentleman across the way has caught my attention.He seems most captivated by our performance.
"Uncross your legs", I softly order and you do so without questions.
"See the gentleman over there." I ask, casting my eyes over in his direction.
"Yes Sir."
"Raise your dress a little, spread your legs and give him a good look at my pretty, hot pussy."
Your eyes nervously dart back and forth from him to me.
"Do as I ask, pet."
Without further hesitation you reach under the table, raise your dress and part your legs.
Our peeeping Tom really has something to peep at now.
You flinch.
"Keep them open", I say leaning in to kiss your neck.
He can't take his eyes off of you and I can't blame him.
Dipping my finger into my drink, I place it on your lips.
"Pretend this is my cock".
Slowly you suck my finger into your mouth.
Tom is shifting around in his chair, unable to believe what he is seeing.
The ringing of his cell phone breaks the trance he is in and it is with great distress that he takes his eyes off your pussy.
I am most pleased with your behavior. We have come such a long way since the start of your training.
After lunch you walk me back to the office. Expecting nothing more than a kiss goodbye, I pull you inside and lock the door.
"You have pleased me today my love."
I pull you to me. Your body and mind crying out for the release of orgasm. You will have it. But not right now.
Leaning back against my desk I only want to look at you.
"Show me your tits"
You lift them out of the sundress, rubbing your nipples.
"Suck my cock like the good little slut you are."
You kneel down in front of me and begin to unzip my trousers.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 2
You already know to wear the gold wrap snake bracelet on your right wrist, to make sure that your toenails are freshly painted and without chips. You also know to dab my favorite perfume behind your ears,on your breast and behind your knees. The other jewelry is left up to you. And of course,nothing on underneath.
Once dressed, there is a list of errands you will need to make before arriving at my office at noon for lunch. At every stop light I want you to play with your pussy. I expect, and will check for myself to see that you are wet.
You close the door and approach my desk, lifting up the sundress, exposing your pussy to me,spreading your legs apart.
I stand before you holding your eyes with mine while my right hand goes right away between your legs, my finger sliding inside with the greatest of ease.
"Good girl." I say praising you.
I work my finger in and out of your pussy, rolling it around your hard clit. You know by now that your eyes are never to leave mine.
I see you struggling not to climax because you have not been granted permission to do so. Your breath is coming more rapidly. I cover your mouth with mine but stop quickly when I feel you start to reach the point of no return.
Removing my now drenched finger from you,I slip it into my own mouth loving the taste of MY pussy.
We will walk down the street to a little cafe for a quick lunch. I hate to cut it short but I am due in court later this afternoon. Plus, we have the whole weekend ahead of us.
The waitress has reserved my favorite booth. Without looking at the menu, I order for both of us.
I slide over closer to you. My hand goes under the table,lifting the fabric of your dress, I slip my hand under your crossed leg as you shift your weight to the other hip.My finger seeks and finds your hot wet pussy.
Your walls squeeze around my finger.
Such a slut for me.
I turn your eyes to face mine.
"Fuck my finger,right here, right now, like the whore you are." I whisper.
Your hips slowly begin to roll around my finger.
The waitress approaches with our drinks and you stop.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Did I,pet?"
"No, Sir." You answer then continue fucking yourself with my finger.
I lean back in the booth, lifting the scotch and water to my lips with the other hand. I can tell by the way you are moving and the look in your eyes that you are close.
Suddenly I remove my finger from you, dipping it straight away in my drink before rubbing it across your lips.
A gentleman across the way has caught my attention.He seems most captivated by our performance.
"Uncross your legs", I softly order and you do so without questions.
"See the gentleman over there." I ask, casting my eyes over in his direction.
"Yes Sir."
"Raise your dress a little, spread your legs and give him a good look at my pretty, hot pussy."
Your eyes nervously dart back and forth from him to me.
"Do as I ask, pet."
Without further hesitation you reach under the table, raise your dress and part your legs.
Our peeeping Tom really has something to peep at now.
You flinch.
"Keep them open", I say leaning in to kiss your neck.
He can't take his eyes off of you and I can't blame him.
Dipping my finger into my drink, I place it on your lips.
"Pretend this is my cock".
Slowly you suck my finger into your mouth.
Tom is shifting around in his chair, unable to believe what he is seeing.
The ringing of his cell phone breaks the trance he is in and it is with great distress that he takes his eyes off your pussy.
I am most pleased with your behavior. We have come such a long way since the start of your training.
After lunch you walk me back to the office. Expecting nothing more than a kiss goodbye, I pull you inside and lock the door.
"You have pleased me today my love."
I pull you to me. Your body and mind crying out for the release of orgasm. You will have it. But not right now.
Leaning back against my desk I only want to look at you.
"Show me your tits"
You lift them out of the sundress, rubbing your nipples.
"Suck my cock like the good little slut you are."
You kneel down in front of me and begin to unzip my trousers.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 2
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