Dolled up [MF] [NC just in case] [Friends to lovers] [Mdom]

It’s the third time I’ve looked myself in the mirror, yet another skirt which I unbutton and throw on the growing pile in my small dressing room. I sigh loudly as I turn around, only wearing my mint colored underwear, watching myself critically in the full length mirror. Well… atleast I look somewhat cute in these, the thin lace hugs the curves of my hips and I move my fingertips over my skin. I turn and sigh yet again when I let my eyes slide over my brightly colored dresses. I begin to regret saying yes to this date. Blind date might I add. I roll my eyes and step into the dressing room, only to take one of my black dresses down from the clothing rail. The fabric is soft between my fingers as I let the thin shoulder straps slide off the hanger.

The doorbell scare the hell out of me and I glance over to my phone on the desk. I tap the screen, it’s to early and besides, we did agree to meet up at the italian restaurant. I quickly pull the dress over my head, and hurry through my bedroom, across the small livingroom. The doorbell rings again. “I’m on my goddamn way!” I shout as I approach the door. I unlock and push the door open. A pair of eyes stare down at me combined with a sexy and teasing smirk. I roll my eyes again, “What are you doing here?”. My neighbor and friend from across the hall invites himself and I take a step back. “Well hello to you too sugar” I turn around and march into my livingroom. “If you would be so kind to lock the door” I don’t waste any time with small talk and I hear you rummaging around as you take your sneakers off.

“No need to be so demanding”, you’ve followed me into my bedroom, where I’m occupied with trying to find a pair of shoes for this dress. I’ve bend over, not noticing how your eyes slide over my legs, my bared thighs, up to my plump butt, the dress barely covering it. “Well then, dearly neighbor, how can I help you?” I finally found a pair of heels and I turn around to face you. Your eyes drink me in, inch by inch, until you stare into mine. “Well I can come up with a few suggestions” I giggle at you, thinking that you are just joking with me. “Don’t be so crude, and if it wasn’t something important I need to get ready for my date” I sit down on my bed too try on the velvet black heels.

“Oh, I thought we could hang out since I locked myself out of my apartment. Again.” I laugh and stand up on unsteady legs, “sorry, but my date awaits” I watch myself in the mirror as I pull my fingers through my unruly curls. “You know you don’t need to get dolled up, you are stunning as it is” I look at you in the mirror, one eyebrow raised, “are you… drunk?”. You sit down on my bed, “I’m not drunk sugar, just envious on whoever gets to take you out”.

I turn to you, my hands on my hips. “I’ve told you that we made a mistake on the party last year. You were drunk and I was definitely high as a kite on that tequila” you pout when I underline the word mistake. “Come on, admit that you can’t stop thinking about it, I definitely can’t” you raise yourself from my bed, moving closer. You take me softly by my wrist and turn me around towards my full front mirror again and pull me against your chest with your other hand on my hip. You lean your chin against my shoulder, making the scene in front of me highly intimate.

“Tell me that you don’t think about what would have happened if we weren’t interrupted…” you let my wrist go only to have your hands caress my hips, moving down over the black thin fabric of my dress, “convince me that you don’t think about our hot makeout session… my tongue in your mouth, and your fingers tangled in my hair”. Your fingers stops at the hem of my dress, my breathing more heavy and my eyes slightly closed. I lick my lower lip as you watch me in the mirror, and you smirk before you slowly open your mouth again and whisper “I get hard only thinking about it, and I bet you are a little flushed sugar…”. My nipples goes hard in an instant and a jolt goes through my body.

“Certainly not…” I whisper as I lean back against you. We lock eyes in the mirror, your fingers slowly pull my already short dress up over my thighs, exposing my naked skin. You still hold my gaze when your lips nip over my neck, a soft sigh escaping as you taste me. “Is that so…?” your fingertips slide over my thighs, teasing me, I close my eyes when your fingertips continues up under my dress only to find the lace of my panties, and that sweet soaked spot. You growl when you feel my wetness, this snaps me out of the erotic trance, and I grab your wrists and pull your hands from my needy body.

You moan in disapproval when I release myself from your grip and move away from you. My legs shake and I try to gain some composure. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship with sex” I try to sound serious, but my tone fails me. I turn around, facing you, as I smooth out the fabric of my dress. “And I need to get going, I got a bus to catch in 20 minutes. How about we continue this conversation tomorrow over some coffee?” you tilt your head, watching me closely, like you are considering my offer.

Your voice is full of hurt and desire when you open your mouth to respond “why won’t you let me show you what you are missing instead, I bet that boy you are going to meet up with can’t satisfy you like I can” I raise one eyebrow. “You are really sure of yourself… what if you just crossed a line?” you swallow hard, like you try to strain yourself. “Trust me sugar, the way you are responding to my touch tells me that you need a man, not some insecure boy” you smirk knowingly. “Well then… I however need to get going so…” I won’t let you get to me, even if my panties are now soaked just by this teasing game.

I try to pass you, but you take me by my wrist yet again and yank me against you, your lips press against mine. The kiss is rough, and your tongue ushering me to open my mouth and let you in. One of your hands tangle in my hair and the other move around me, only to press me by my lower back against your hips. I squeal against your lips, my palms pushing against your chest, at first forceful but then my fingers tighten around the soft fabric. Fuck you feel good.

You pull me by my hair from your lips and let your teeth nip over my neck. “Ooh…” I moan loudly and you laugh against my skin. “It does feel good huh…?” your hand slides down my butt and squeeze me harder against you before you press your lips against mine again, the kiss being even more hungry this time. Your force me back, and I bump against the bed, losing my balance and falling back with you over me. You groan deep as you press your hips into mine, my dress riding up my thighs. I feel your cock strain against your jeans, pulsing against my wet panties.

The kiss turns into a hot makeout session and your hands take advantage of my vulnerable state as you grab me by my wrists and press them down above my head. I moan into your mouth when your zipper grind against my clit through the lace. I bite down into your lower lip, making you flinch and pull away from me, “get off…” I hiss between clenched teeth. “So feisty, my bad girl” you growl and grind against me making me inhale sharply as a jolt of pleasure runs through me.

“Don’t even think for a second I will give in to you, you fucking…” you don’t hesitate before you lean over me, pressing down your whole weight as your grip around my wrist thightens and I squeal in pain. “Tsk tsk… be careful what you’re about to say next sugar, and don’t forget who’s in charge” this remark only makes me struggle even more, but you are so much stronger than me that my weak attempts only makes you smirk, raising your eyebrow teasingly.

You move, pressing your strong arm over my wrists to hold me down, using your other hand to pull my dress even further up over my hips, your fingers slowly trace my thigh, pressing between us to gently rub over my soaking spot. You groan in pleasure as I writhe underneath you, my head falls back and I whimper. I now when the battle is lost, the way your fingers are moving tell me you know exactly where you got me. You purr in my ear, your lips covers my sensitive skin as you kiss your way over my jaw, cheek and my chin only to meet my mouth. I willingly open for you, relaxing my legs and let you have me. “Just like that baby… let me make you feel good…” your voice is strained and longing.

“Mmm” I moan loudly and you move down, releasing me and kneel down by my bed and pull me against you with a firm grip around my thighs. Your skilled fingers move my panties to the side, and my eyes widen when two of your fingers slowly enters my wet pussy. “So fucking wet, is this all for me?” you coo and I feel your breath against my inner thigh. You leave a trail of light kisses against my skin, your mouth hovering over my clit, teasing. You look up at me and I shake violently with pent up frustration. “Please…” my voice is breaking, surrendering.

“Oh, baby, please what…?” you entice. My eyes flicker when your fingers move inside me, my wetness covering them. I whimper and you bite into your lower lip, waiting for my response. “Please, lick me” I blush, suddenly shy and not so tough. You groan in pleasure, satisfied with me, and you stick your tongue out and lap over my clit. The sensation makes me moan and again I throw my head back, closing my eyes. My fingers dig into the mattress as your tongue continues lapping, and then you suck, hard.

You pull your fingers from my slick pussy and I whimper in disappointment, both your hands take a firm grip of my panties only to rip them apart. The thin minty delicate lace is no match for you and I feel how you pull the fabric from my hips as you continue to suck on my clit. I shake under your hands as the well-known feeling of my climax begins to burn through my body, I pant, writhing helplessly. You instantly stop to my displeasure, raising yourself from your knees. I look up at you, flushed, embarrassed, hungry. You pull off your t-shirt and unbuckle your jeans. You don’t hesitate as you pull your jeans and boxers down, freeing your hard pulsating cock.

You offer me your hand and I lick my lips nervously. I grab your hand and you pull me up on shaky legs. “Take your dress off” I’m mesmerized by your command and I slowly pull the dress up by the hem. My already unruly curls pools over my shoulders when I throw my dress on the floor. Your eyes devour me, and you stroke yourself as I unbutton the thin lace bra and drop it on the black pile that is my dress. “Now… the heels…” I swallow hard as I raise one leg and pull the velvet black heel off, my naked toes touch the cold wood floor. I do the same with the other heel. You watch me closely, a drop of precum covering the tip of your cock.

“Turn around for me sugar…” I shake when I follow your wishes and you groan. “Now… bend over and put your heels down” I do as I’m told, imagining how your eyes take me in, inch by sweet inch. I feel your hands on my hips, and a tingling travels through my body. You guide my in place, ushering me on my knees on the soft bed. Your palm press against my lower back, making me arch for you. “Good girl” you praise me and I whimper when I feel your throbbing cock against my slick and warm pussy.

“Ohh…” I moan when you rub your cock against me. “Hold on love, promise you’ll bite down, cause I don’t think I can go easy with you” and with that remark you push into me. You are incredibly hard, and you throb inside me as you slide in, inch by inch. My fingers dig into the mattress and I arch even more when I lean down, giving you full access. Your fingers dig into the softness of my hips, and you fill me. You growl when I clench around you, you are so fucking hard.

Your fingers hold me tight, and you begin to pound me wildly, my slick pussy making it easy for you. I moan into my covers, squealing in pleasure as you drive yourself in and out of me. “Oh yes, harder” I sigh as you slam your hips against my butt. You tighten your grip, and I remember thinking that you will leave bruises on my skin before I explode. The fire rush wildly through my body, the orgasm hits me like a brick wall. I scream your name and dig my fingers into the covers. You don’t let me rest as you pound me harder, the sensation of my slick tight pussy driving you to your own climax.

You pull out, only to turn me around on my back, pressing my thighs apart and enter me again. My orgasm which still rushes through me in aftershakes makes me even tighter and I moan loudly by your harsh handling. “Look at me” you demand and my eyes flicker, trying to open. You press your mouth against mine, and I can taste myself on your lips as I tangle my fingers in your hair. I jolt goes through your body and you cum deep inside me. The deep animalistic sound you make is incredibly arousing and your warm cum fills me.

Your shake, trying not to crush me under your body. You pant against my lips, leaning your forehead against mine. I open my eyes slowly, locking eyes with you. I shake under you, my orgasm still humming inside me. You move, pulling yourself out and lay down beside me. You push a curl behind my ear, your fingertips slowly move over my cheek. “Beautiful…” you coo and I blush deeply.

The fever of my orgasm still clings to my body when you move closer to me. My phone beeps on my desk and your interest peak, you moan when you roll over and raise yourself from my warm bed. You fingers tap on the screen and you look at me with a smirk “your date is running late”. “How about you just reply that I won’t be coming after all?” I sigh.

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