It’s not always about the breasts [M52, F]

Another little scene written with a specific lovely woman I chat with in mind. You know who you are.

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It’s been arranged for months. I’m only in the same area as you for one week a year, and this is it. My plane landed on time and you’re already in the hotel, as arranged. You decide on some sexy black lingerie that barely contains your I cups, sit on the bed, and wait.

It isn’t long before you hear the lock click and I walk in. It’s the first time you’re seeing my face, and you’re not disappointed. You stand and smile a bit more shyly than you expected to feel.

My eyes travel over your body, lingering as always on your breasts, and then to your eyes. Everyone compliments your eyes, but this is different. I walk up to you and we embrace, and laugh as the tension breaks for both of us.

“You look amazing, but then you always do,” I say.

“Not bad yourself, handsome,” you say, and grin with your tongue poking out.

There’s an awkward moment, then you decide, what the hell, and pull the straps down and expose your breasts. “You’ve been waiting for these, I think?”

I grin and nod. “I have.”

I reach out and gently touch your skin, running my fingers around your nipples, before flicking your one pierced nipple.

“Wonderful, but I have some other ideas.” I say, and pull your lingerie the rest of the way down, exposing you completely.

You obligingly step out and sit in the bed. “What have you got in mind?”

“That’s a surprise,”I say, and pull a blindfold out of the backpack I set down. “Willing?”

You grin and take it to put it on. “Okay handsome. Surprise me. “

I guide you to lay back, still on the edge of the bed, then spread your legs as wide as is comfortable, exposing your pussy.

“Looks better in person,” I say, then you feel my tongue lick from the bottom of your pussy to over your small clit hood.

You moan and arch, wanting more, expecting more.

“Not just yet, my dear. “

You feel soft restraints go on your ankles, and anchor to something.

“Still comfortable?”

“Yes,” you say, smiling at my concern.

The next thing you feel are clamps closing on your nipples, being careful of the piercing. “Can’t completely ignore them,”I say with a chuckle. You feel a cold chain joining the clamps rest against your skin.

A few light tugs, and you feel yourself getting more aroused. Your pussy already getting wet.

“Now,” I say, and start rubbing your pussy.

You moan, both because it feels good, and you know I love hearing you.

Then I put pressure above your pussy to lift your skin and expose your clit. You know because you feel my tongue lick across it.

“I think we can do something about that,” I say.

You shudder as I lick your exposed clit again. “About what?”

You feel something small surround your clit, then gasp as you feel suction, slowly growing in intensity.

“That’ll take a few minutes. Now… what to do in the meantime…”

You breathe a bit more deeply as suction draws blood to your clit, and feel it swell more than it ever has. Then you’re distracted by the clamp coming off of your pierced nipple, replaced by my mouth. It feels oddly cold as my tongue flicks the piercing, then you feel the ice cube slide down my tongue onto your nipple, which hardens quickly.

I suck harder on your nipple, running it over my teeth and toying with the ice cube around it.

You moan again, and this time you really mean it.

After some time, sucking on your nipples in turn, then replacing the clamps and giving them a good tug, I remove the pump from your clit.

“Mmm… that’s better. Should I take a picture for you?”

You grin, knowing your followers would love it, but shake your head. “No. This is just for us.”

“I like that… let’s see if you like this,” I say, and then you feel my lips wrap around your pumped, swollen clit, and writhe as my tongue starts working over it.

“Fuck yes!”

“Good,” I say, my mouth so close and your clit so sensitive you feel my breath on it.

“Now let’s try something different,” I say, and you feel something go around your clit again. You wait for the pump to start back up, but you gasp and cry out when it’s not the pump, but a strong suction, and something inside flicking over your clit rapidly.

Your hands dig into the covers on the bed and you pant as the stimulation goes to overdrive, and you cum hard. As your orgasm continues, you feel my hard cock slide into your pussy, and I moan.

“Oh I’ve wanted to feel that for a long time. Cum again for me,” I say, and the continued suction on your clit makes you oblige and you feel your pussy contract again with another rapid orgasm.

“Fuck that’s good,” I say.

You want to agree, but you find yourself breathless and writhing, when suddenly the suction stops, and you can really feel my cock inside you, slowly moving in and out. You rip the blindfold off and look down to see me looking right into your eyes, smiling as I reach down to rub your clit.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11n6sev/its_not_always_about_the_breasts_m52_f