I Fuck Her Farewell [MF]

It was a Friday night, and she told me she was going away for a couple of months on holiday. It’d been awhile since we shared a bed, and we always enjoyed those times, filthy and dirty as it can be.

“I guess I’ll have to come visit you for tea In the next couple of days, then” I said, matter of factly – hardly a question, less a request, not as overt as a demand or an offer of service, and more a self invitation to a question forming in her head.

“That’d be a delight” she says with a faux sense of coy. She knows well what I’m thinking as much as I know what’s she’s picturing. I give her a cheeky smile, which she returns with glittery eyes, as she tells me about her trip over a few drinks, our knees touching here and there, and hands lingering on the borders of tipsy body language and full blown flirtation.

I’d had a hell of a week, and so I ask of her leave, let her to her own devices for the rest of the evening, and hop into a cab to head home. In the passenger seat of the cab, I pull out my phone and simply text her ‘How about I fuck you on Monday?’.

She immediately replied with ‘Yes x Maybe Tuesday as well?’.

I write back ‘I wouldn’t want you to miss your flight – so let’s make a note of it’. Elle and I rarely pull any punches when the thought of fucking is in our minds, but we do like the pretense of cordiality as part of the sheen, like we’re some odd retelling of 19th century English literature. When we talk about coming around for tea, what she really has in mind is letting me come on her neck after sucking on my cock as a thank you for fucking her on her vintage chaise. I’m sure one of the Bronte sisters wrote something like that.

I actually ran into her at the grocery store on Sunday night – she was getting some last minute travel goods. I notice that she has a new razor in her basket, and tell her that she’d better make sure it’s working before she goes. She also has a box of peppermint tea in there, and she knows I notice.

“I realised it’d been a while since we’d had tea, so I thought it best to make sure I was stocked up”, she explains.

I move close to her ear and whisper “Thank you for thinking of me”, and I touch her lightly at the waist, letting my finger trace a small line around her back. I know she appreciates the small touches.

I get to her place at 7.30pm on Monday night, a little later than we both would have liked, as we were both stuck at work. I had absolutely intended to cook her something nice for dinner, but I decided to forego that to concentrate on our tea drinking ritual.

She opened the door, looking just delicious in her office attire. We both work in high pressure environments, and the she gets her kicks in pushing the envelope of fashion. Elle always looked classy and demure, and tonight was little different. Black stockings and high heels, and a tight dress that had these geometric patterns, accentuating her curves and womanly prowess. She knew there was no point in changing out her office wear tonight. Her makeup was just perfect, her lips a deep shade of red and her ever sparkly green eyes framed by vintage librarian glasses. Her blonde wavy hair is tied back with a red bandana into a ponytail.

Absolutely fuckable, no question. Even better is, that she knows it.

“I’ll just put the kettle on to boil” she says, and then greets me with a warm breathed kiss on the cheek, and disappears into the kitchen. I sit on her chaise, and ask her about her day. Her living room has a couple of suitcases laid out, with bits of clothing strewn throughout. We talk shop, and then she brings the peppermint tea out in dainty china (glasses off now, to my dismay), and sets it up on her tea table. She pours the tea, as is her ritual, and then stands in front of me, apologising for the mess. I tell her I understand, then stand up to survey the living room.

She laughs as she fiddles with some clothes and half heartedly throws a few more things into the suitcases, and then I stand behind her to grab her hips lightly. She straightens up her back, readjusting her dress, and we just stand close together for a few moments. She inhales, and I exhale, in unison, as we collect ourselves. I touch the back of her neck with my right hand, and unzip the back of her dress halfway down. She stands still, but reaches behind her to glance her hand across my stomach.

“I’d best have some tea”, I say, to which she guides my hand to continue unzipping her dress. As I reach the bottom of the zipper, she turns around deftly, so we can look each other eye to eye. She holds this gaze, as she removes her dress – first, one shoulder, then the other, and shimmies it down her body. Still, looking eye to eye, her mouth holding a small pout.

I take a couple of steps back so I can admire her.

She is standing there, with a lacy sheer black bra, underwear to match, black stockings all the way up her leg, and sharp high heels – the dress she was wearing bunched up at her feet.

I tell her to hold that pose, and grab myself that cup of tea, which I sip at slowly, as she stands there on display. I circle her a few times, her eyes following me, awaiting my next move. I take my time, which frustrates her – and that’s exactly what I want. She loves playing like this.

I finish my tea, place the cup and saucer back on the table, and I stand in front of her again. I finally ask if she wants her cup of tea too.

She answers that silently by unclasping her bra at the front, letting it fall halfway down her breasts before she catches it cross armed, then turns her body 45 degrees, tilting one side of her ass at me. She looks at her ass for a second, knowing my eyes will follow – shoots a harsh look back at me, finishes turning around completely, then looks over her shoulder at me while pursing her lips. She lets the bra drop down to her feet, then steps of out of her dress.

She widens her stance a little, and with her left hand pulls her underwear a little to the side, so I can see her ass and pussy as she bends down slightly. She holds that pose for a few moments so I can drink in the sight. She looks over her shoulder again, then slowly walks over to the table – takes a quick sip of her tea, leaving a lipstick mark on the china. She stares at me as she sips, of course. She places the cup down, walks now to the chaise, where she takes position on all fours. Lacy sheer underwear, full length stockings, work high heels, and that pony tail in a red bandana.

“Do you care to entertain me for a moment or two?” she asks politely.

I undress with little dramatic flair, other than the snapping of my leather belt, which I wrap around one of my hands. Unsurprisingly, I’m already quite hard, and so I make my way to the chaise quickly. I admire her again, this polite little thing. I run my hands over her ass, then use the belt to tie her hands together.

“I’d rather you not touch me this evening – I prefer you to keep your hands to yourself, if you don’t mind” I suggest in a light authoritative tone. She answers that by making a kissing sound, and I bind her hands just that little bit tighter. I let her lick the end of my cock for a few moments, so she can judge that it’s adequately hard enough for fucking her. She leaves a little bit of red lipstick at the tip like it’s a stamp of approval. I know she wants to keep licking, but I’d rather be fucking her pussy. Any moment now.

I move back to where she’s pointing her ass out at the ready. I pull her underwear off to the side, and slowly rub the head of my cock against her asshole. I adore Elle, as I know she gets wet the moment my cock touches her lips. She’s simply glistening, and I let my cock touch her pussy only so I can get her asshole more wet. I do this a little too long, as is our predisposition for frustration. She’s silent but for her breathing getting slightly heavier in anticipation. She knows she has little choice in the matter of whether I’ll put my cock in her pussy or her ass.

I reach forward to grab that ponytail, and snap her head back. She responds to this by quickly gasping out a “Yes!”, and then I slowly put my cock in her ass, guided by my other hand. I have one foot on the ground, and the other on the chaise.

I let the seconds pass, and it takes all of my patience to take my time as I force myself in, slowly and slowly. I hear Elle inhale and exhale, and I time myself to push in accordingly. She wants to push back into me, but she’s being a behaved lady. It takes about a minute of hard concentration to keep the slow pace until I’m fully inside her.

She then begins to make small circular motions with her hips, so she can feel my hardness. I pull on the ponytail harder, and let her do more of the work. She enjoys it for a full few minutes, my cock throbbing in the tightness of that ass. It’s when she begins to push back that I respond by slowly pulling out, at much the same pace I went in. This infuriates her even more.

She curses out a “Fuck you”, and I immediately shut her up by waving my cock at her lips – to which she obliges and starts licking again.

With my cock in her mouth, I ask her if this counts as entertaining her for a moment or two, to which she makes a unintelligible sound. I ask her a few more times, and she keeps making the same noise. I know it’s a non-committal noise. I try to pull my cock out from the grip of her lips, which only makes her suck harder. I have to grab her chin so I can pull out.

I tell her I’ll give her a few sips of tea before she can start again. As her hands are bound, I have to get her the cup and tilt it carefully so she can drink. As I give her a sip, I run my other hand along the length of her pussy. She’s still agonisingly wet, and the thought of her pussy makes my lipstick lined cock harder. I put the cup away, and while her mouth is still peppermint hot, make her suck me. This feels perfect. When the tea warmth subsides, I step away so I can admire her again.

She uses this break to finally kick off her heels. I let her struggle with her bound hands when removing her underwear. She then kneels on the floor, ass pointed towards me again, and then leans on the chaise. She’s still got her stockings on. I remove her stockings, and then I wrap one of them around her neck. I undo the bandana holding her pony tail, and toss it aside, letting her hair unfurl. I pull on the stocking, and, just as I did with her ass before, begin to slowly enter her pussy.

She’s not having it this time, and pushes back immediately. I react by shifting my position tightly, so my cock is hammering away at her pubic bone, all the while still carefully pulling the stocking back to tighten around her neck. She’s groaning loudly now, and I communicate back in grunts as I fuck her drooling wet pussy as hard as I can. She tells me to keep fucking her hard, to which I tell her is unladylike.

She pushes back harder.

I pinch one of her nipples with my free hand (I forgot to tell you how Elle has amazing breasts, by the way, and when we’re fucking like this, watching them sway from the side is absolutely mesmerising), which shifts her into a different gear. I’m never sure what she does, but I think she adds this extra motion to her hips, which then immediately pushes me dangerously into the brink of ejaculation. I always try to stop and slow things down when we get to this point, but she never lets me do so.

I’m now fucking at her pace.

From the very first time we fucked, Elle and I had always been able to time ourselves precisely, and so we both know we’re ready to release.

“Where does .. the lady .. want .. me… to come?” I struggle to ask, holding that final stretch of release in, as we both breathe heavily.

“On my lips, please”, she says.

I pull out, squeezing my cock so as to not lose myself immediately. She exhales with a high gasp, quickly kneels on the floor sitting up, as I put my cock to her lips. With her hands still bound by my belt, she begins the final stokes on her clit, and I come onto her pursed lips. She rubs herself intensely, and when her moment quickly comes as well, opens her mouth in time for the last of my load to shoot onto her tongue.

I then use my hands to place my balls onto her mouth, and she begins sucking as she purrs in pleasure from her moment – and it feels incredible. She half chokes as she swallows, and she keeps rubbing her clit to prolong the feeling.

I offer her some more peppermint tea as I unbind her hands. I let her drink it, ladylike, as she reclines on her chaise.

I show my appreciation by licking her pussy for the rest of the evening.

I went back on Tuesday for more tea.

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