He was already lying on the bed when I walked into the room. Bare-chested, in his boxer briefs with that cute smirk on his face. “Stand in front of the bed My toy. I want you to remove your shirt to expose those lovely breasts, take off your skirt, and then turn around. Bend at the hips, spread your legs a bit and lie your face down on the dresser. Put your arms behind your back and hold your elbows. It’s time for your inspection.” I felt his soft warm hands admiring my plump rounds, I knew what was coming next. I few quick stings on my behind and a finger teasing my wet slit, “Thank you, Sir.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You look very good tonight My toy. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” I could feel him rubbing his thick cock on the back of my ass from inside his cotton briefs, “I want you to go over and lie on your back. Bend your knees to your chest and drop them to the sides. You’re going to show me how you lightly tease my soft lips.”
Author: CanadianSweets
Trembling Thighs – Part 1
I could feel my slit becoming moist and tingly the closer I got to the apartment. Sir had been edging me for two days before our first play session. He wanted me to be desperate and his mission was accomplished. I parked the car out front and sat in silence for a moment, feeling the butterflies twirling around in my stomach. I made it inside the door and was presented with a handsome man in well fitted jeans, white button-down shirt, brown leather shoes, belt and a shiny wedding ring. Thinking about his wife sitting at home in anticipation to hear how our night went made me even wetter.
I quickly slipped into the bathroom to change into a more appropriate outfit, Sir had requested interview attire. I had spent the night before trying on numerous outfits, fretting over not being able to find anything sexy enough to please the image I was sure he had in mind. I remerged in a high waisted black mini skirt, floral cream blouse tucked in to the top with nipples protruding through the thin material and white ankle socks. A smirk crept across his face, “You look great. Jen and I had been discussing a fantasy where you were wearing something very similar to this outfit… Please take a seat and get comfortable.”
Just a Taste – Part 2
My dress had flipped up when I was sitting down, and my bare bottom was pressing against the cool, soft leather. The roar of the engine vibrated the seats when it started. I turned to face him as he put one hand on my upper thigh and the other on my lower stomach, “I want your ass at the very back of the seat. Don’t lift it up. If you need to move with the motion of the car, you bend at the hips and don’t forget to keep those pretty legs hip width apart.” I nodded, “Yes Sir.” My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest with anticipation, what was he up to now…
I had always loved the rev of a car engine, the vibrations going through your body, the slight jolt when you switched gears and feeling the acceleration. I knew John could drive this car with his eyes closed but when we hit the highway a slight smirk came across his face. With every shift the car would jolt slightly, forcing my hips to angle forward, pressing my sex against the leather. I was pulsing at this point, thighs growing moist from my juices. He slid his fingers down my slit and lightly played with my lips. His eyes didn’t leave the road, it was as if I was just an object to keep his hand preoccupied. I went to move my hips with enjoyment when I felt a stinging slap, “don’t you dare move that ass, he pulled his fingers back.”
Just a Taste
The anticipation had been killing me. Just seeing his name pop up on my phone instantly gave me tingles. I’d spent most of my day with a swelled sex and wet panties. He would be my first Dom and it would be our first date in the dynamic. I had done all the reading I could, asked all the right questions and thought through all the safety precautions. My fantasy was becoming a reality. We had made it through out first month of dates without touching, even though that was excruciatingly painful. I’m sure he thoroughly enjoyed watching me squirm. Even the thought of his hand on my thigh would make me melt.
Sitting in front of the mirror as I put soft curls in my hair and nude gloss on my lips, my mind wondered wondering at what point in the night I would get my first taste. I was instructed to choose my most modest dress and to keep my makeup natural. I chose a lace black dress that hugged my top and flowed out at the hips, black belt with a silver buckle accentuating my waist and black ankle suede boots.