It had been a long day. We’d gotten up early, had breakfast and went straight to her old apartment. I let her collect a few things: toiletries and make up, some clothes I approved of, and an old teddy bear she’d had since she was a kid. The rest we moved into a storage unit. She wouldn’t be needing any of it for the next year.
I’d put her in a simple t-shirt and leggings for the day since we would be working. But every time she bent over to pick something up her shirt would rise and highlight her shapely ass.
Every time I walked by I’d grab her ass, or run my hand down between her legs. It wasn’t the most productive way to work, but I loved touching her and LOVED her knowing I could touch her however and whenever I wanted.
It was late evening by the time we finished and made it home. We were both tired, dirty, and exhausted. I don’t know how she was feeling, but I was incredibly worked up. Something about that frazzled-hair, flush-face, “I just worked my ass off” look does it for me.
I sat down on the couch and called her to me. I directed her to take off her clothes. She did, although she still looked nervous as she did so. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto my lap so she was facing me, her knees on either side of my legs.
“Are you tired?” I asked.
“Yes Sir.”
I pulled her down so she was resting against my chest and started rubbing her back. “You worked hard today. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you,” she said into my shoulder.
I ran my hands slowly up and down her back, over her shoulders shoulder and arms, down her legs just feeling her smooth skin. I know my hands are rough and callous from work, but I tried to be soft and gentle as I stroked her body.
I held her by her shoulders and gently pushed her up till she was sitting on her knees. “I’m going to help you relax,” I said.
I slid my hands slowly down her arms, caressing her fingers as I moved down to her legs. I massaged her thighs, kneading my fingers deep into her muscles.
I slid my hands over her hips, around her waist, down to her ass. “I want you to shut off your brain. There is nothing you need to think about. There is nothing you need to do. Nothing you need to worry about.”
I continued running my hands over her body, up and down her back, over her stomach, up between her breasts to her neck.
“Close your eyes. Don’t think. Just feel.” I spoke softly, making my voice a gentle rumble as I touched her.
“This is what you are. You’re not your mind. Your thoughts and worries don’t matter now. You are this body.” I slid my hands down her sides, barely grazing the sides of her breasts with my finger tips. “You are sensation. You are experience. You are flesh.”
My hands slid down to her hips, into the crook of her legs. I slid my hands inward, letting my thumbs brush against her pussy.
“Focus on what you feel. Focus on my hands touching you. The feel of me on your skin. This is what you are now. This is all that matters. How I touch you. How your body pleases me.”
I slid my way up her stomach and cupped her breasts with both hands. She let out a breathy little sigh as I began to massage her breasts.
“It can be a wonderful thing being a sex toy. To exist only as a body. To be an object of desire and pleasure. You’ve given yourself to me willingly. You’ve chosen to give me ownership of you.”
I gently brushed my thumbs over her nipples, squeezed them lightly between my fingers. I rolled them softly between my fingers and thumbs as I spoke to her.
“Now you can release yourself into it. Let go of your mind. Let go of your will. Just *be*. Be the thing that I’m touching. Be the sensations I give you.”
I kissed her breasts, letting my lips brush against her as I moved from one to the other. I let my warm breath tease her nipples as I planted soft kisses on her skin.
I massaged one breast with my hand while I kissed the other. Gentle, little sucking kisses, drawing a little bit of her into my mouth. I moved to the other breast and she shifted her body, pushing herself down harder into my lap.
I flicked my tongue over her nipple and her breath caught in her throat. I did it again, softly, slowly, teasing her with my tongue. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over her breast. I sucked, and licked, and kissed while still fondling her other breast with my hand.
She wrapped her arms around my head and let out a breathy little moan. She rocked her hips, grinding her pussy into my crotch. I would feel the heat of her through my pants.
I slid my hands down to her hips and held her still. “Not yet,” I said softly. “Just receive right now. Focus on what I’m doing to you.”
I moved to her other breast. Again flicking my tongue over her nipple slowly before taking it into my mouth. She made a pathetic, desperate little whining noise but she kept her body still while I played with her.
“Do you feel it? Do you feel the desire? The need? The desperation? Do you feel your need to be taken? Used? Filled?”
“Mhmm,” she murmured.
I leaned back and ran my hands up and down her body. Neck, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs, and back up. Slow. Gentle. Intentional.
God she was a sight to behold. Her eyes closed, head titled back. Her body arching, pushing into me, craving more.
“This is what you are. The mindless need. This is your place. The way you ought to be.
“Do you feel my body against yours? Do you feel how hard I am under you? What you do to my body?”
“Yessss,” she hissed
“This is your purpose. Your sole reason for being.”
“Yesa,” she said again.
I grabbed her waist and lifted her in the air a few inches. She stayed like that while I unbuckled my pants and wiggled them down around my legs. I pulled her down on top of my lap again.
She pressed herself against me hard. I could feel how much she needed it then. Her hot, and wet and she soaked my dick as she pushed against me.
I took hold of her wrists and held her arms behind her back. I held her wrist with one hand and cupped her breast with the other.
“Now,” I said simply.
She didn’t even hesitate. She started grinding her hips, sliding her pussy over my dick. She threw her head back as she ground herself against me, sliding up and down my shaft.
I sat back and watched her, just massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples.
Her hips shifted more, longer strokes. Each time moving further up my shaft, further over my tip. She started angling her body, trying to shift her hips, position her body so I’d slip inside her.
I didn’t help her. I just sat there, playing her her breasts, watching her do her work. She got me positioned just about right, and started wiggling her hips, pushing down until she worked me inside of her.
“Ahhhh,” she moaned as she crashed down against my chest. She buried her head into my neck and rode me. Lifting her hips and thrusting herself down upon me. She pounded herself onto me, slapping her body onto mine, riding my cock for all she was worth.
I held onto her wrists behind her back and wrapped my other hand into her hair. I held her head tight against my shoulder. “That’s a good girl,” I groaned.
She slammed herself down on me and started grinding her hips. She rocked back and forth feverishly, grinding her clit against my body. I slid my hand down to her ass, squeezing, pulling her body harder against me.
“Oh god,” she moaned. Her hips making erratic, jerky motions as her thighs clamped against my hips. “Oh god. Oh god.”
I released her wrists and she threw her arms around me neck. She buried her face into mine, making unintelligible little cries as she ground furiously into me.
Slowly her body began to relax. Her hips slowed, except for occasional, erratic convulsions.
I was still throbbing inside her, desperate for my own release. But I kept my control. I stroked the back of her hair and let her catch her breath.
She purred a pleasant, satisfied “mmmm” and started sliding her pussy slowly up and down my cock.
“Exactly,” I whispered in her ear. “Just wait till you see what I have for you next.”
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