It’s been a long day, and a long week at work. It seemed like everything that could go wrong did. When you finally wrap things up in your basement office, you close your laptop and head upstairs, ready to unwind. It’s Friday, and we don’t have any plans tomorrow.
As you climb the basement stairs you hear music playing in the kitchen. Dishes and silverware clink and cabinet doors open and close. You smile, relieved at least one chore is crossed off our long list. You hate emptying the dishwasher.
When you open the kitchen door, you’re surprised to find me in lingerie – a sheer little black thing that holds my enormous breasts tight, as if a strong wind could cause it to pop open. It’s barely long enough to cover me, and I’m not wearing anything underneath it except thigh high stockings. I’ve meticulously waved my hair like you like it, and my smoky eyeliner intensifies my green eyes. It’s clear I’ve prepared for this.
“Hey love,” I smile mischievously and tell you to stop where you are. You look at me like you want to take me right this second. I explain that there are two rules tonight:
First, you don’t get to touch me until I say so.
Second, I get to touch you all I want.
You nod in agreement, laughing nervously and taking it all in. I instruct you to sit with your hands under your thighs in a kitchen chair facing me. While you excitedly pull up a chair, I turn around to finish emptying the dishwasher, exaggerating my movements to give you a nice view. Rinsing off a dish in the sink, I get on my tippy toes and bend forward, arching my back and giggling.
Even from a few feet away you can see how wet I am.
On the side counter I do the same, resting my tits on the cold granite for a moment. “Just have to wipe the counter,” I tell you with a smirk. I linger for a moment, my bare ass and soaking wet pussy inches from your face, while I pretend to clean. I want you to picture yourself fucking me bent over on the counter like that, cabinets knocking together with each thrust.
I look over at you, biting my lip as I admire the way you look in your glasses, your hair tousled. My pussy is throbbing as I imagine you fucking me hard. It’s all I could think about all day.
For just a moment I straddle you on the chair and slowly grind myself into you, with my arms around your neck. Your hardness through your thin shorts hits my clit just right and I let out a breathy moan into your ear. I could do this all night, but I have more fun in store.
I climb off of you and lead you into the living room and order you to sit on the couch. “Sit on your hands. No touching,” I whisper in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. I straddle you again, wrap my arms around your neck and giggle. I’m going to tease the fuck out of you.
I start kissing you deeply and find myself grinding into you again. My hands explore your body as you struggle to keep yours still. I pull your hair and plant soft kisses along your neck, then move back up to your mouth, biting your lower lip. You let out a groan – I know just how to touch you.
I pull your shirt over your head, and run my nails over your bare chest. Slooowly, I push your legs apart and maneuver myself onto my knees, stopping to playfully bite your nipples on my way down.
I look up at you, and your eyes are on fire, like you want to devour me. On my knees, with my wetness dripping between my legs, I feel like your little slut, and I love it. I want to make you moan.
I pull your shorts off slowly, letting you feel my hot breath on your cock as I do. Your hips buck. So close. I avoid touching it at first, working my way up your legs, with my fingers and tongue, teasing your inner thighs until you’re squirming. You’re aching for me to take you in my mouth.
I sit back on your lap, my face close to yours, and slowly lick my hands, sucking on each finger with my eyes locked on yours. When my hands are nice and wet, I get on my knees again. I grab your cock, and stroke you so slowly, twisting my wrists as they slide up and down your shaft. I take one hand off of your cock and gently fondle your balls. You moan and throw your head back. “Baby, that feels…so…good.” I stop after a few moments, I don’t want you to cum yet.
I stand up and slip my silk sleep mask over your eyes. I wait for a moment before touching you, letting the anticipation build, and you jump a little when you feel my hot tongue on your neck. Slowly making my way down to my knees again, I explore you with my tongue and my hands, stopping to lick or kiss or bite every few inches. Back on my knees, I scoot you forward a bit, positioning you to give me easy access.
I grab your cock and squeeze, and hungrily lick the precum dripping out, making you gasp. I run my wet tongue slowly up and down your shaft and balls, taking the tip into my mouth and swirling my tongue over it. I suck on it, and take more of you into my mouth. Your moans are so hot, I use my other hand to play with my clit. Soon I’m moaning with you in my mouth.
We’re both close, but I want to get fucked. After a few moments, I slip the fingers that were exploring my clit into your mouth. You let out a low, “mmmm,” which drives me wild. I didn’t think it was possible to be this wet.
I sit back onto your lap, facing away from you this time, my back resting on your chest. A moan escapes as my wetness slides over your rock hard cock. I slide back up and back down again, bringing me right to the edge. “What are you going to do when you’re allowed to touch me again?” I ask between breaths, my arms up around your head. I’m no longer the dominant one in this scenario, and I like it. I want you to punish me.
You whisper in my ear that you’ll start by fingering my aching pussy until I scream your name. My favorite. Before you can say another word, I relent. Chest heaving, I breathlessly exclaim, “you can touch me now.”
You’re in control now and you know it. You have a mischievous grin on as you whip off your blind fold. You spread my legs wide and guide my arms up and out of your way. I can barely let out a gasp before one of your hands is exposing my breasts and fondling my nipple, while your other hand thrusts two fingers inside me. My back arches and I moan your name. “Ohh my god baby,” I gasp, thrusting my hips into your fingers and pushing them deeper.
“Jesus you’re wet,” you growl into my ear. With two fingers still working in and out of me, your thumb finds my swollen clit. You rub circles into it and I’m moaning and writhing around in your lap. “Cum for me,” you order, moving your fingers faster. I scream so loud it surprises me, and you feel my pussy contract around your fingers as I cum. You don’t stop, continuing to work my opening, until I’m cumming again and screaming your name. My legs tremble as I catch my breath.
“Get up,” you order sternly and I obey, still shaking.
You bring me back to the kitchen and stand me in front of the side counter with a smirk, groping my breasts from behind me. I bite my lip eagerly as what I fantasized about comes to life. You use your feet to push my legs open, and caress my clit for a moment. “Ohhhhh!” I squeal. My back arches and you bend me over onto the counter. The cold granite feels electric against my nipples. Slowly, you slide your throbbing dick into me and we both moan loudly.
You start slow, gripping my hips as you pump in and out of me. I turn to look at you, cheeks flushed, and whimper, “ fuck me.”
That’s all you need to hear, and you’re pounding me, shaking the cabinets and slamming your cock into me, hard. “Oh my god yes,” I scream over and over. You’re getting close, but you don’t want it to end.
Just one more position, you think, and slide out of me. You throw down a blanket in the living room and lay down with your hard cock facing up, telling me, “I want you to ride me.” I smile excitedly and drape my legs over you, lowering myself onto you and shivering with pleasure as you enter me. My muscles contract again, squeezing you inside me, and my nails dig into your chest. I love the way you fill me up.
I lift myself off of you until the tip of your cock teases my entrance. I wiggle my hips and moan before taking all of you inside me again, repeating the process a few times. I love watching you gasp each time.
With you inside me, I move my hips deep and slow, savoring each movement. I throw my head back, caressing my tits. Your hands find their way to my sides and you pull me down while you thrust yourself up, drilling your dick deeper into me, again and again.
We’re both moaning now, and you’re bouncing me on your cock faster and faster. “I’m gonna cum,” you tell me, and I reach down and rub my clit. I want to cum with you.
I feel my orgasm building with yours. “Ohhh fuckkkk,” you moan, putting me over the edge. We’re thrusting into each other hard and fast, and you grunt as your cum shoots into me, my pussy contracting and squeezing every last drop out of you. We moan together for the last few thrusts, slowing to a deep grind, and I collapse on top of you.
When I can finally sit up, I give my hips one more little circle, feeling you inside me, before I lift off of you.
We smile at each other, and in unison breathe out, “wow.” With a smirk, you ask, “Can we do this everyday after work?”
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