Mia came home early, which was odd. It was a quiet day in the office apparently, and since it was a friday they’d all been let off. She told me all this with a slightly mischievous smile, but when I asked what was up, she just gave me an “Oh, nothing”, and then turned to stride into our bedroom. Whatever, I had work to do anyway.
Mia was just plain hot. Maybe I’m biased. She kept in good form, her muscles just about defined, but her real point of pride was her ass. Firm curves that while not incredibly large, were shapely enough to provide plenty of distraction squeezed into tight leggings. Her light blonde hair fell halfway down her back in faint curls, an adorable 5’2 body for an adorable girl.
I was happy enough to leave her to her own devices for a while until I could finish for the day, but she apparently had other ideas. She came to sit with me at the table, just casually flicking through her phone – until I felt her leg on mine, rubbing up my shins slowly. Neither of us acknowledged it, continuing to talk as normal, until she traced up above my knee and towards my crotch. Just as I was about to say something, she drew back and left again.
A few minutes later, she came back out to ‘see what I was working on’. She leaned over, hair falling over my face so I could smell her sweet shampoo. At first, her hands were on my shoulders, but then they were across my chest, one resting briefly over my nipple, and then, just as subtly as before, sliding down across my stomach – and, just as before, she drew back and left just before reaching my waistband.
At this point, I knew her game, but I wasn’t going to give in. I kept working, waiting for her next move, trying to ignore the slight tightness of my jeans. Her next move came after about ten minutes, starting to clean up around the room, leaning down to pick things off the floor – always bending at the waist, ass pointed right up towards me. She was clearly showing off – she had plenty to show – but I kept my glances short and subtle, continuing to type away on my laptop. She stoop up eventually, stretching her arms wide and pushing her tits out, and then loudly announced that she would be having a shower. I simply nodded, and into the bathroom she disappeared.
I’d expected a moment of peace and quiet, but Mia was dedicated to teasing me. Over the sound of rushing water, I heard a faint moan. And then another. They were quiet enough for me, but over the shower and through the door, they would have to be pretty loud. She was playing up her pleasure for me. It was pathetic. It was also *super* hot, to my frustration. I considered going to join her, but I was nearly done, and I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction just yet.
Eventually, the pornstar moans stopped, and she emerged wrapped in a towel, skin glistening with the slight damp. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for me to comment, but I just typed something on my laptop. I wasn’t even typing anything at this point, I just wanted to get her back for teasing me. I expected her to say something, but instead she just went to the bedroom and shut the door with force.
It was nearly half an hour before she came back out – I was beginning to think she’d given up. I had like two final emails to send, and then I was ready to stop. When she emerged in her little pink mini-skirt and tight white tank top, my first thought was *fuck it, I give in*. She strode across the room into the kitchen, ignoring me with a clearly feigned indifference, and grabbed a cloth to start cleaning the surface there. Slowly making her way round the countertop, she ended up facing away from me, bent over to show her tight little ass, red panties disappearing between her cheeks.
I hit send on that last email and stood up, my chair scraping on the ground and breaking the silence. She turned her head slightly as I strode over to her, and then, without warning, raised my hand up and brought it back down on her ass, leaving a sudden red mark behind. She gasped and whirled around to face me, and I grabbed her close and kissed her deeply.
Our lips parted again, both breathing heavily. I could feel her tits pressed against me.
“You’ve been teasing me, haven’t you?”
She smirked. “Maybe.”
“That’s naughty of you.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
That phrase was all the encouragement I needed. Wrapping her hair tight in my hand, I pulled her head back fast, leaning down to bite along her neck. At the same time, my other hand slid down and grabbed her ass, pushing her forwards against the growing bulge in my crotch. She sighed out a moan, face splitting in to a smile, until I brought my mouth against her ear, hair still held tight, and whispered: “On your fucking knees, Slut.”
With a quiet whimper, she complied, dropping down and starting to fiddle with my jeans. I just waited, idly running a hand over the countertop, until my cock sprang free and she quickly took it in her mouth. I let her warm herself up, saliva filling her mouth as she made her way further and further along my cock, and then, using the hand still tangled in her blonde hair, began to fuck her face. I looked down to see her eyes go wide as I pushed, speeding up quicker and quicker, eliciting moans and gags as I used her sloppy throat. Spit began to drip from her mouth, down her chin and then on to her cleavage, great globs falling away and adding to the mess. Mia sucked a little as I thrust in to her, and suddenly I felt close. I pulled back, strands of her saliva hanging from my cock, and pulled her back up to stand. She raised a mocking eyebrow.
“Already?”
Without a word, I spun her round, bent her over the kitchen counter, and tore her panties down to her ankles. She gasped a little at the suddenness of it, but spread her legs wide for me. I could imagine her smug grin, so proud she’d brought me to this. I could still make her suffer for it, though. Hand raised up, and then, before she could realise it, down on her ass, the loud slap ringing out across the room. She gasped in pain, which dissolved into a moan as Mia collapsed across the counter. Again, I brought my hand up, and again, back down to another moan. Then again, and again, harder and harder, eliciting whimpers, gasps, and moans. After the twelfth time, I stopped, admiring my work. The red imprint of my hand was marked clear on her cheek, stinging angrily. Looking at it, and at my girlfriend, leaned over in an outfit specifically designed to tease me, I had a sudden idea. I leaned in to her ear again. She whimpered in anticipation, waiting to feel my cock enter her, desperate for it.
“Thank you.” I whispered, and then stepped back, pulling my clothes back on, leaving her unsatisfied. There was a moment’s pause, and then:
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She whirled round, panties still around her ankles, face full of pent up anger and passion. I just started to laugh, and she threw herself at me, her mock anger turning to laughter too as we embraced, and Mia whispered out a promise: “I’ll get you next time.”
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