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Sounds Another meeting. I've long since grown tired of the endless meetings. It's nearly lunch time, but I'm not hungry. My mind is racing with thoughts of you. I want you. Here. To feel you step up behind me, your breath tickling my neck as you whisper ... "It's time. Unbutton your blouse for me." With trembling fingers I work the buttons free one at a time as you watch from over my shoulder. "Good girl. Now, slide it off", you tell me as you move away, just far enough to let the silk slide down between us. Then you're back, pressed against me, your lips kissing my neck. You slide your hands around my waist, fingers tickling my skin as you slide them up across my stomach, higher until they rest just below my breasts. I'm so focused on your hands I must remind myself to breathe, my breasts heaving as I do, as if they are trying to force their way into your hands. You laugh softly, fully aware of what I'm thinking. You gently bite my shoulder as your right hand slides up to cup my breast, squeezing gently, before sliding it beneath the black lace that hides what you want. You take my nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently back and forth. I moan softly in response. "My needy little girl. Is this what you want?" You ask as you tug on it, sending tingles down my spine. "More," I reply. "I always want more of you." You laugh again, the rumble settling deep inside me, in that place only you can reach. "My greedy little one! ... You'll get more. But first, you will cum for me. You can cum quickly, or you can take your time, but understand this, babygirl, you will not get this cock until you cum hard for me." Your left hand moves to take my other breast, as you tug on my nipples, pulling until I moan and bring my ass back against you. "Mmm, you like that don't you?" You tug a bit harder, biting the soft flesh at the base of my neck. I moan again, low and long, then whisper, "Yes, Sir. You know I do." "Good girl. Are you wet for me?" "Yes, Sir." "Tell me, little one." "I'm wet, Sir. For you." "Now slide your skirt off, babygirl." You don't move this time, holding me close, your fingers still teasing my nipples, rolling them between your fingers and then pulling hard, again and again. I struggle to get the skirt over my hips, wanting only to revel in your touch, but it finally slides free, falling down around my ankles. "Now, part your thighs a bit, love." I kick the skirt aside, moving my feet a bit wider. "That's my girl. Now, show me." I don't have to ask what you want. I slide my panties to the side, burying a finger in deep, then bringing it to your lips for inspection. We both moan as you close your lips around it, licking and sucking until you've taken every drop. "It's time. I want you to fuck that wet pussy for me. I'm going to watch as you tease your clit the way you do when you think of me. I want to see the way you finger that sweet little pussy when you are craving my cock. You will not stop until you cum for me. Do you understand, babygirl?" "Yes, Sir." Your moan is louder than mine as I slip a finger between my lips and touch my clit, already hard and swollen for you. My mind is at war with my body. I need to cum. Hard and fast. But you want this ... want to know how I play for you. My mind is demanding that I take it slow, fueled by your moans and kisses, gentle bites along my shoulder. But my pussy ... my pussy wants more. Always more. I slide my fingertip over and under my clit, slow circles that send shivers down my spine. Each time I move I can feel your cock, hard, pushing against my behind. You are mumbling against my ear, saying the words I've imagined so many times, telling me I'm sexy, that you want me, that you love to watch me. "Show me, little one." I comply immediately, instinctively, abandoning my throbbing clit to slide two fingers deep within my folds. Beyond moaning, I cry out, fighting for control, then slowly pull my fingers free and offer them to you. You quickly take them in, sucking them hard as your tongue slides up and down between them. I am moaning again, loving the feel of your tongue, imagining you sliding it along my pussy instead. You release them, growling against my ear, "I know I said you can take your time, but fuck that. You will cum for me, babygirl. No more teasing. Show me how you like to be fucked. I want to watch you cum. Now." With a sigh, I slide two fingers in ... deep ... and begin to move, slowly at first but always deep, grinding my hips against my hand with each thrust ... each stroke coming a little faster, a little harder ... "Yes, babygirl. That's it. Fuck that greedy little pussy." Moaning, mumbling, my fingers are moving faster, driving in deep, my palm slapping against my skin with each stroke. I slip my left hand between us, rubbing your cock through the fabric of your slacks. You groan, grabbing my wrist and pulling it up behind me, bound between us as you mutter, "Not yet, little one. Not until you cum for me." Your other hand slides down over my stomach, resting just above the center of my greed, palm flat against my skin as you pull me tight against your cock. "Dammit, I need you to cum for me." That does it, pushing me over the edge. The thrusting stops as my pussy tightens down around my fingers. I am panting, moaning, mumbling as I cum for you. When the tension finally breaks, you push me forward, bending me over. My mind and body are finally in sync, silently rejoicing as I wait for you to claim me, for your cock to brand me as yours. You know exactly what I want. Exactly what I need. And you laugh softly as you drop to one knee instead and slide your tongue along my inner thigh. I freeze, the feel of your tongue on my flesh exquisite, yet the disappointment almost painful. "You ... you said if I came for you ... you promised, Sir." "Ahh, I will take you soon enough. I don't think you realize how badly I want to be inside you, how often I think about sliding my cock in deep and taking my time, fucking you slowly until we are both exhausted. You'll get what you want, little one, but first ... first I want to taste you, to feel your passion coating my tongue. Now bend over and let me look at you." With that, you release the wrist you held and wait for me to bend farther. I hesitate, feeling suddenly shy. "Sigh." One word. It is enough. I bend lower, holding my breath, my hands on my thighs as I give in to your request. "Beautiful." Again, one word. Again, it is enough. I moan softly as you place your hands on my hips, fingers sliding beneath the straps of my panties and tugging them down. "So fucking beautiful." I don't have time to respond before your lips are there, kissing my thighs, light nips, tongue trailing along as if you are trying to taste each freckle. All of the anxiety I feel melts away as you explore, your thoughts shared in moans and mumbles I can't quite understand. When you kiss me there for the first time, your lips pressing gently against mine, my knees get weak. "Sir?" Both of your hands find my waist, holding me steady. "I've got you, little one." Another kiss, firmer this time, your lips tugging gently on mine as you pull away. I'm trembling, held steady only by your hands, as you kiss me again. Each kiss teasing, each pushing a little deeper. When you part your lips, the tip of your tongue finding my slit and slipping just barely between, I am lost. I try to push back against you, but you'll have none of it, your hands holding me still. You laugh, the sound vibrating against my skin, the tingling sensation traveling deep within to that part of me that needs you most. Trembling, unable to think, I whisper, "Please." Your fingers tighten, digging in to my flesh as you kiss me again, deeper, letting your tongue slide in as far as it will reach. I can feel it, the heat traveling along my skin as I start to burn, as my muscles begin to tighten one by one. This. I imagined it would be this way. I imagined your touch would move me as quickly and with as much power as your words have. And yet, I had no idea that it could really be ... this. Lost in the moment, in the sensation, I'm startled when you growl. You curl the tip of your tongue as you pull away, taking as much of me with you as possible. "You taste so fucking good, little one. So fucking good." You slide in again, no longer exploring but taking. Long, deep strokes with your tongue followed by soft licks and bites along my lips. My body needs to move, to push back against you, to grind against your lips, but you hold me steady as you devour me, each taste more demanding, each thrust of your tongue more insistent. When the tip of your tongue brushes against my clit I begin to shake, crying out softly. That sound ... muffled by my trembling pussy. I can't tell if you're laughing or growling, maybe a combination of the two, but that sound resonates within me, thrilling me and warning me. You're going to push me beyond the limits of my control. I can feel that as surely as I know that I will give, without hesitation, whatever you ask. In that moment, that sound lays claim to my pussy, my passion, my release. That sound changes everything. I am a good girl.... |
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8/21/2019 7:23 pm |
I loved your story, but would make a few key edits: (1) I would never ask you to undress yourself; I want to do it myself (2) I would only let you play with yourself for a short period of time; I want to make you cum first with my fingers, then with my tongue. (3) Toward the end, I would definitely be growling with passion, not laughing
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always so sexy
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Have you been watching me play? I love your stories!!
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I get sooo HARD when you call me "Sir!"  
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A good girl with so much to offer.
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