[MF] The Red Dress

The bachelorette party required that all women attending wore red. I loved that color but I didn’t wear it much. For work I never did (unless it was lingerie out of view which never failed to put an extra kick on my step) and seldom when going out. Still, I did have a few pieces for more intimate settings. So, for my friend’s au revoir to single’s life, I chose my tightest red dress. In for a penny…

I put on the red silky panties, those with a golden ring by my hip bones, and a matching red bra with white lace. Then I slipped into the dress, with its knee length, high neck and French length sleeves. Twisting and feeling like a Cirque du Soleil performer I managed to pull up the zipper on the back. I studied my shoe shelves pondering the heels to wear. It was a garden party (which kind of killed the odds for a male stripper, darn) so I decided to downplay it wearing the flower printed canvas pumps which weren’t as prim as one would think. I put them on and checked myself on the mirror. Oh, the memories this brought! I pulled my phone from my purse and took several pics that immediately I messaged you. I knew exactly what they would do to you, knew to the minimum detail the images they would bring forward, and relished the uncomfortable moments that you’d have at work if you opened my text in public. I dearly wished it was so, couldn’t wait for you to plot a revenge, like the previous time I had worn this very same dress.

That time I had also sent photos to you to get your opinion, but never got a text back, which bewildered me. When I came back late that evening, you were in the sofa, naked, stroking your cock. It stopped me in my tracks, surprised you hadn’t waited for me. Especially knowing the dress I was wearing since you loved red.

But then you started talking, telling me exactly what had happened since you got my photos, how you had been hiding behind your desk until everybody had left and you could stand without shocking your colleagues. How you managed to return home no one the wiser and had since been waiting for me.

Your voice was low and rough, I could see you had been waiting for quite a while, looking at my pics and working on your angle for my return. When you started to talk, still slowly stroking your cock, I remained still, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything else than listen to your words and watch your hand sliding up and down your dick.

“Your red dress…sometimes I wonder if it’s just to tease me” you started without taking your eyes off mine “of course is not, but maybe…I’m sure you know the power it has on me, how makes my mind go to dirty places, how I lust for you, how makes me want to give you this cock. Do you like that I’m hard right now just thinking about it? So sexy with that dress…” you closed your eyes briefly, softly moaning, and your hold on your dick tightened “Do you like having that power over me? Or do you rather handle me the power and tease you back? I want you here right now. You’ve been bad, you’ve been naughty, I want to teach you a lesson with this hard cock, I’m going to use you for my pleasure, would you like that? Go on your knees in front of me”.

I could do nothing else but walk until I stood between your legs and kneel, mesmerized by your words, your stroking, the underlying power in your voice and your body. Slowly you took a thin rope from your side and bound my wrists on my back.

I could see your eyes roaming my body, the need on them, the want on them, your cock straining towards me. You took my head and rubbed your dick on my lips, opening them and sliding slightly in, rubbing against my tongue.

“You like that?” you asked moaning and feeding on my mirrored moan “you like my cock in your pretty mouth?”

I looked into your eyes, my mouth full of your dick, trying to smile, giving you my response. You moaned and started moving. I wanted to grab your hips but couldn’t, my hands bound in my back.

“I want to come in your mouth so bad” you moaned, your hips sliding your cock in my mouth. You were losing control feeling my tongue working your dick “Oh God, oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum” your moans were making me squirm and groan “Oh yeah, oh so close, oh fuck, oh yeah, oh I need you, I need you, oh oh fuck it feels good oh fuck oh yeah oh you made me cum oh!”.

I was bound on my knees and I had made you cum. That power and the feel of your cock on my mouth, of your groans in my ears, of your words, made me orgasm and I almost choked on your cum as I lost control writhing my own release.

So, that’s why, on my way towards the party, I wore a big smile that probably would rival the one on the bride’s face, for I knew what receiving the pictures would do to you, and what your retribution would be upon my return. I.couldn’t.wait.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dol05u/mf_the_red_dress