I think I may have found something worth keeping. I want him more each time and its never enough….
He said he likes my boots and wishes I would greet him one day wearing only them.
‘Oh I have better boots for that.’
I say, picturing the perfect ones. His eyes light up. He has only had a taste of that side of me which you guys are growing to know so well. He has no idea…..
I had just popped round for a tea on my way home.
‘You can be cruel.’ you said as I kised you.
Sitting at your desk. I am standimg over you. Yours legs between mine, your hands gripping the arms of your chair as if you may take off, save from your will to remain grounded.
‘I know. But you need it sometimes and it’s good for us.’
I say this with one hand against the back of the chair and the other holding your already growing cock, over your bulging trousers.
‘You don’t deserve me today. But I do feel like teasing you.’
Kissing your neck I unbutton my pink blouse revealing my red lace bra.
‘You can suck my nipples, you know I like that. Such a hungry mouth.’
I think about your next reward if you manage to be patient…
Those boots will work well with my bodysuit. Your mouth will look so good between my pink netted thighs….
Such a beautiful man. I imagine you with a leash and my nipples harden.
‘What are you thinking about? I can feel your body…Miss?’
‘Your leash’ I reply. ‘How you would look and what I intend to do with you…. Would you like to know?’
‘Yes please Miss. I guess on my hands and knees?’
‘Of course!’ I whisper a scene in your ear and you suck my breasts, your hands holding them together as you lick between them intensely.
‘I’d arch my back and you’d recieve me with your mouth. Sucking me in until I pull your leash. You stop, your face inches from my wet pussy. I start to drip and you moan. No one makes me as wet as you do. So very clearly turned on by your task.’
‘Who do you belong to?’ I’d ask
Your reply makes me squirt all over your face. I surprise myself. Your face so proud it would be rude not to rub myself in it. I feel a tremor begin as a deep need to pour myself over you overwhelms me. I pull you and you eagerly lap up your reward. I’d rest my legs on your shoulders. You would smell and feel the leather against your neck. Wouldn’t that be a treat?’
‘Fuck yes Miss, I am yours.’
‘Well, a few weeks will be worth the wait won’t it?’
I button my blouse and straighten my skirt preparing to leave. You remain seated.
‘Try not to miss me too much.’
I kiss your cheek and close the door.