It had been a long week, and I needed to get out of the office. I could feel the stress piling on my shoulders. When my phone buzzed and S said she would be home soon, I knew that release would come soon.
After I arrived home, I put Spotify on to play and settled into the quiet routine of a light meal. As i stood at the stove I heard a light rap on the door and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I realised that S had arrived.
“Hey B, you look fried!” S said as I opened the door. She stepped in and kicked off her shoes. Her curves highlighted by the severe corporate blouse and skirt caused me to stir. “Wine?” She asked, holding up a bottle. Wine was the last thing on my mind. “Sure,” I said instead, and took two glasses down from the shelf
Wine in hand we sat on the couch and exchanged a few stories of our week. S has a job out at the airport and was highly strung out. “I need to take out my frustration on something I guess!” She explained. “Take it out on me,” I offered, with my heart in my mouth and my cock pressing firmly against my belt.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked as she tugged at my belt buckle, standing as she pulled me up the stairs. Soon we were facing each other in the bedroom, and I began to sweat as S looked at me crossly. “Well, just don’t stand there,” she barked, “get undressed!” I complied, and she stood for a moment, puzzled as to what her next move was. She suddenly ripped my belt from my discarded trousers, and roughly bound my hands behind my back “hmm well this will hold you for a while…”
She stood behind me now, one hand grasping the belt with another resting on my buttock. She gave me a light slap “I find you men so frustrating!” I gasped and meekly nodded. Where was she going with this?
There was a loud crack as her hand ? slapped against my bare ass and I took a sharp breath in. “YOU are the problem here and you need to fix this!” Fix what? Two more strokes and I was stinging but grinning as I turned to look at her… with one hand i reached to her “put you hand down you, you, mutt!” S demanded. She had the belt around my neck now, and pulled me stiffly to my knees
She sat on the bed now, one hand on the belt around my neck, another pulling her skirt up to expose her black lace knickers. “Come here dog” she demanded. This was a bit different, I was thinking. She pulled aside her panties to reveal her smooth pussy, with a neatly trimmed landing strip. She jerked at the belt now and pulled me to her
I had my tongue in her heat in the next heartbeat and S moaned as I worked my way around her clit, and enjoying her wetness on my own lips. She’d removed the belt from my neck now and was dragging it over my shoulders “oh god I need this” she said. Worried that she was letting her rage go a bit too easily, I leaned back and smirked at her “done already my goddess?” I asked
This startled her a little, but her frown changed to a mischievous grin after a quick read of my grinning face. I leaned to my bedside drawer and pulled a small black whip out and swung it at her playfully. She snatched it from my hand “her back to work !”
I must have been too slow, as the whip came down firmly across my shoulders now. I dove back between her legs, and I worked my tongue around her arse hole. “Oh you’re being so dirty now,” S moaned. I continued my attention to her ass for a while, feeling the muscle tighten and soften as my tongue darted about.
I worked my tongue into her tight pussy while I used my free hand to run along her engorged clit. I couldn’t believe how wet S was at this point. The whip came down again across my shoulders… “keep going….” S moaned, her hips bucking against my face
Christ, we were just getting started I thought as she thrust herself against my chin urgently. I had my tongue back on her clit now, with two fingers plunging inside her pussy feeling for the rough ridge of her gspot while my other hand grabbed her ass.
“Oh fuck!” She said, over and over as she came urgently. Wow, I was thinking. She must have really needed that. But i quickly found that she wasn’t finished just yet…
“I’m not done with you,” S said after she recovered quickly. She was rummaging in her bag now. What on earth was she looking for?
“Stay there.” She said as she yanked something from her bag and leapt from the bed, striding into the bathroom. I tried to catch a glimpse of her in the mirror but to no avail. I heard the remnants of her clothes hit the floor.
S strode back onto the room, and my jaw hit the floor as she proudly thrust a purple strap on dildo in my face. How did I find myself in this position? I was thinking to myself as I rested my arms and shoulders on the bed, still on my knees. It felt like only yesterday that I was in a Melbourne hotel room servicing another mans wife as a stud bull.
“Lick it.” S said, a little softly.
I stuck my tongue out and licked the end or the dildo tentatively. “Like this?” I asked S. She nodded as she leaned forward with her hips, and the dildo pushed into my mouth.
“Dirty boy….” S muttered to herself as she pulled her purple member from my mouth. With two steps she was behind me again, and she sank to her knees. I felt one hand test in my hips a she used her other to work the end of the dildo against my arse.
Oh god, I was thinking, this is all happening quickly. “Where is your lube,” S demanded as she worked the dildo against the resistance of my bum. Same place as last time, I was thinking, when our positions where reversed. “Drawer,” is what i stammered though. A moment later I felt two of S’s fingered push into my bum as she fingered me. “This will get you ready!” I was moaning now and stroked myself as S pushed the dildo inside me. “Stop that!” S said as she slapped my hand away from my member “that’s mine.”
S was fucking me rhythmically from behind, and my cock swung around beneath me while I leaned on the side of the bed. “Don’t stop,” I gasped to S. with both hands grabbing the globes of my ass as she thrust inside me she said “you’re not allowed to come yet…”
With the purple dildo buried inside me, she pushed me up onto the bed. There was a audible pop as she pulled the glistening member out of my ass “Roll over,” she ordered me. I complied, and wrapped my legs around her as she entered me once more.
S’s strokes became more urgent now and she started jerking me off as she ground her clit against the harness and my hips. “Come for me now,” she gasped. That was all I needed, and I erupted, thick milky ropes of my semen leapt up my belly and chest, entangled in my hair. S was fucking me gently now as she milked the last drops from my cock. She pushed two fine covered fingers inside my mouth, and I licked myself from her greedily. “I feel better now B,” she sighed. And so did I.
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